The hibernation submersive cabin was quiet but for the faint hum of the equipment and the odd gunshot of the course correcting thrusters.

Along the floor, the dark green glop crawled, then drew itself up into a ball and rolled to the submersive. Swinging sticky psuedotentacles up like grapples, it climbed onto the top of the chamber and settled. Gradually it lost its viscosity until it was a simmering puddle eating its way through the chamber’s frosty perspex cover. It dripped onto the submersive’s thin foam mattress and congealed before forming into a tentacle slug and oozed over Sempter’s thigh.

It felt and poked, getting tangled in her pubic hair before finding the warm, damp crevice. A magenta bulb formed on its formless head, hardening and growing until it was the size of a radish.

It violently thrust inside the crevice. A little of Sempter’s blood trickled out as the rest of the slug shriveled and dropped off; a dehydrated bean laying lifelessly on the mattress.