When
a leading ‘bug’ researcher is returned to normal size early, he discovers the
science which alters his size has a flaw. Can his best friend help him out of
the trouble he’s in?
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I
had been placed in a different section to the others, but it made no
difference; I was here to study, and the data I required could not be found
anywhere else. My research was in its final stages and soon I would be free. I
allowed my mind to dwell on my impending success for a fraction of a second,
before returning my attention to the task that lay before me.
The
nest had accepted me, thanks to the scent other operatives had secured, but I
still had specific tasks to perform in its service. The nest warriors took my
responsibilities seriously, and my study less so. These responsibilities that
had extended my stay into months yet, as time progressed I found I did not
resent them. And, speaking of tasks…
I
looked up at the seeds clinging to the swaying stem above me and sighed. I'd
hated heights before, feared them. Hunger conquered fear. I began to climb.
If
they'd told me, when I'd laughed at it, that the panga, the bush knife, would
soon become my most valued possession, I would have laughed even harder. I
wasn't laughing now as I dug the climbing-spikes attached to my boots into the
stringy fiber of the grass stem and took the panga from my belt.
Two
practiced swings of the blade and the seed head began to sway. One more
carefully placed slice and it began to fall. I clung to the stem like a lab
monkey to the bars of its cage, and watched the head plummet to the ground.
Once it lay resting on the earth below, I climbed down, thanking whatever
powers presiding that I had stayed fit in the company gym in spite of the hours
I worked.
That
fitness now stood me in good stead. Fitness and the Talent I had not informed
the company I possessed. Fitness had seen me through the grueling weeks of
autumn when the nest went into a frenzy of gathering enough food to take its
inhabitants through winter, but it was the Talent that warned me of dangers I
could not see.
The
Talent was whispering at me now. Pausing mid-climb, I dug the spikes firmly
into the stem and looked around. Nothing, yet I could hear the Talent
whispering and felt the skin on my spine beginning to crawl.
I
resumed my descent, careful to keep my progress as steady as before. Some of
the creatures down here were smart. If I looked to be in a hurry, whatever it
was would pounce.
I
stopped my climb just before I reached the ground. It didn't take long for me
to release the climbing spikes and step, one foot at a time, away from the
plant. The Talent was almost screaming now.
I
reached for my machete, slipping it free from its holster as I turned and found
the creature already advancing. Of all the animals I had faced, I knew this was
the most deadly.
He was fast, almost as fast as myself, and he
was bigger. He was pretty smart as well, although I did not like to think of
him as being as smart as I was. Deny it as I might, I was
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