Forrest DUNOTS Walker wrote:
[YES! I strike again, with yet another concept SO BIZARRE it could only have come from a drug induced trance, yet didn't!
Ne...would you believe we've seen it before, on this list even? Maybe
not with this *exact* twist...
"We shall change you, make you better. Make ourselves better."
Kasumi was still confused.
"To use a word from your mind, 'infest.'"
"Oh, dear. That doesn't sound good at all."
Zasz sighed, somehow. "Please?"
Kasumi thought for several minutes before answering, "Only because you asked so nicely."
Again, Zasz facefaulted.
[warning: lime scent ahead]
Weeks later...
Ranma stepped into the kitchen, still not too sure about the tentacles
that Kasumi's hair had become. "Hey, Kasumi, have you seen Happi
around? I got something I wanted to ask him."
She looked far away, in the glance of concentration Ranma had learned to
associate with her new telepathy. "It is too late to ask. We are
eliminating him."
"Say again?"
"The Zerg maintain the purity of their kind, absorbing only the best
elements of the races they come across. We wish to embrance humanity,
but to do that we must purify it first. This requires elimination of
the unpure."
"Happi stole your panties, huh? I didn't know Zerg even wore panties,
other than you of course - and Happi hasn't gotten close enough to you
in the past few days."
"We have been chasing him for a week. But you are correct: it is not me
that he defiled. I have no more need for undergarments."
Quickly filing the fact under 'I really didn't need to know that', he
pondered, "So how *did* the pervert rile you up?"
Kasumi put down the knife she was chopping a lime with, and looked Ranma
in the eyes. "He *DARED* to molest one of our hives." She turned back
to her cooking. "The poor thing suffered a nervous breakdown and has
not spawned a larva since. The overlords won't go near that hive, with
the sensations it's broadcasting. Neither will any of our other
minions." Suddenly, she turned back to face Ranma, her old smile in
full force. "Ranma, could you be a dear and put it out of its misery,
please?"
"You want me to KILL something?"
She held up a finger. "It's like asking you to chop off a hangnail. It
has no life, except for me."
"But...but..."
"If you're afraid it could attack, don't worry. It can not hurt you on
its own. And if you really want, I can store your genetic and psychic
makeup so that, even if you do die, I can spawn another of you."
"You can? How?"
"I just need to take some samples. Zasz left me with some of my human
organs for this purpose."
The only coherent thought in Ranma's mind for the next two hours was,
"she really *doesn't* wear panties."