AIアート: Pyre was staring at the space where Inspector Rellus had been, his face a mask of horrified disbelief. M4X, bless its circuits, was already whirring around, extending cleaning attachments and muttering about "biohazard containment protocols." Izarume, meanwhile, was daintily wiping a smear of… something… from her cheek with a piece of Rellus's shredded uniform. The white bob and retro spacesuit were now stained crimson, a grotesque parody of their former innocence. "Well," Taite said, breaking the silence. "That happened." Pyre turned to her, his eyes wide. "That… she… ate him!" "With gusto," Izarume said, her voice surprisingly bright and cheerful. She flicked her forked tongue – a quick, almost playful gesture. "He was a bit stringy, though. Bummer. All that stress, you know? Makes the meat tough." Taite sighed. "M4X, get the Helios data logs. Everything. And… clean up. Please." "Affirmative," the droid beeped. "I'll, uh," Pyre gestured vaguely. "I'll be… checking the engine couplings." He fled. Taite turned to Izarume. "Right. You. Quarters. Now." Izarume followed, her movements surprisingly graceful. Taite led her to a small, cramped cabin. "Stay," Taite ordered. Later, Taite returned with synth-protein rations. Izarume looked at the tray with a pout. "Brought you some rations…" Taite indicated she should take off the muzzle. Taite removed the muzzle, ignoring M4X's worried beeps. "Oh, come on. Synth-protein? Really? That stuff is so bland. And it gives me the worst space bloat, you wouldn't believe." Taite raised an eyebrow. "So, how'd you survive without eating anyone?" Izarume sighed, a long, drawn-out sound. "Oh, it was a drag. We can, you know, fast. For a long time. It makes you weak, though. But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." "Still didn't answer my question." Izarume leaned forward, her pink eyes sparkling. "You're nosy. I like that. Most… snacks… don't bother asking questions." She paused. "Okay, so, my people? We're, like, top of the food chain. Everyone's on the menu. Except…" She made a face. "…those with XX chromosomes. So not my flavor. Gives me a tummy ache." "Got it," Taite said. "Guys aren't stupid, just... simpler, less complicated flavorwise. You, though…" She tilted her head. "You're like a… fancy dessert. With, like, extra toppings. Interesting." Pyre appeared in the doorway. "She's playing you." Taite shot him an annoyed look. "Shut up. Go on…" "You're asking questions. Like those scientists in old Earth movies? Always poking around? Way more fun than screaming." "I'm also picking up when you're dodging." Izarume sighed dramatically. "A girl's gotta have secrets. But, okay, fine. I'll tell you a little." "We got time," "The guys... they bring the food back to the hive." "People," "Sustenance. To the Queen. She eats and feeds the babies." "How's that work? You just… blegh?" Izarume giggled. "Ew, no! What do you think these are for?" She gestured to her mouth. Taite's eyes widened. "Fair. How many larva are there?" "Eight to twelve, usually." "That's quite a lot—" "—hundred." "Fuck." Pyre spoke again. "She's still dodging." Taite nodded. "I noticed." Izarume winked. "There are other ways to get… you know… stuff. Less… messy ways." "Such as?" Izarumes gaze dropped. Taite's mouth formed a small 'o'. "Oh! So you… wow. Wouldn't mind being a guy captured by a Vesp, then." Izarume laughed. "Oh, honey, you have no idea! But that's not how it works in the nest. The drones, they taste test. They can tell if someone's good enough for the Queen. If they are… well, it's a process. And messy." She shuddered.
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Pyre was staring at the space where Inspector Rellus had been, his face a mask of horrified disbelief. M4X, bless its circuits, was already whirring around, extending cleaning attachments and muttering about "biohazard containment protocols." Izarume, meanwhile, was daintily wiping a smear of… something… from her cheek with a piece of Rellus's shredded uniform. The white bob and retro spacesuit were now stained crimson, a grotesque parody of their former innocence. "Well," Taite said, breaking the silence. "That happened." Pyre turned to her, his eyes wide. "That… she… ate him!" "With gusto," Izarume said, her voice surprisingly bright and cheerful. She flicked her forked tongue – a quick, almost playful gesture. "He was a bit stringy, though. Bummer. All that stress, you know? Makes the meat tough." Taite sighed. "M4X, get the Helios data logs. Everything. And… clean up. Please." "Affirmative," the droid beeped. "I'll, uh," Pyre gestured vaguely. "I'll be… checking the engine couplings." He fled. Taite turned to Izarume. "Right. You. Quarters. Now." Izarume followed, her movements surprisingly graceful. Taite led her to a small, cramped cabin. "Stay," Taite ordered. Later, Taite returned with synth-protein rations. Izarume looked at the tray with a pout. "Brought you some rations…" Taite indicated she should take off the muzzle. Taite removed the muzzle, ignoring M4X's worried beeps. "Oh, come on. Synth-protein? Really? That stuff is so bland. And it gives me the worst space bloat, you wouldn't believe." Taite raised an eyebrow. "So, how'd you survive without eating anyone?" Izarume sighed, a long, drawn-out sound. "Oh, it was a drag. We can, you know, fast. For a long time. It makes you weak, though. But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." "Still didn't answer my question." Izarume leaned forward, her pink eyes sparkling. "You're nosy. I like that. Most… snacks… don't bother asking questions." She paused. "Okay, so, my people? We're, like, top of the food chain. Everyone's on the menu. Except…" She made a face. "…those with XX chromosomes. So not my flavor. Gives me a tummy ache." "Got it," Taite said. "Guys aren't stupid, just... simpler, less complicated flavorwise. You, though…" She tilted her head. "You're like a… fancy dessert. With, like, extra toppings. Interesting." Pyre appeared in the doorway. "She's playing you." Taite shot him an annoyed look. "Shut up. Go on…" "You're asking questions. Like those scientists in old Earth movies? Always poking around? Way more fun than screaming." "I'm also picking up when you're dodging." Izarume sighed dramatically. "A girl's gotta have secrets. But, okay, fine. I'll tell you a little." "We got time," "The guys... they bring the food back to the hive." "People," "Sustenance. To the Queen. She eats and feeds the babies." "How's that work? You just… blegh?" Izarume giggled. "Ew, no! What do you think these are for?" She gestured to her mouth. Taite's eyes widened. "Fair. How many larva are there?" "Eight to twelve, usually." "That's quite a lot—" "—hundred." "Fuck." Pyre spoke again. "She's still dodging." Taite nodded. "I noticed." Izarume winked. "There are other ways to get… you know… stuff. Less… messy ways." "Such as?" Izarumes gaze dropped. Taite's mouth formed a small 'o'. "Oh! So you… wow. Wouldn't mind being a guy captured by a Vesp, then." Izarume laughed. "Oh, honey, you have no idea! But that's not how it works in the nest. The drones, they taste test. They can tell if someone's good enough for the Queen. If they are… well, it's a process. And messy." She shuddered.
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