It is a mistake to fancy that horror is associated inextricably with darkness, silence, and solitude.
(H. P. Lovecraft)
Professor Sigbert Ramsauer had lent an ear to the live broadcast of the Moon landing while working in his laboratory. Well, there was – at least – success on this front. That woman had a resounding voice, but – unfortunately – she couldn't sing. Her a capella version of 'Heil dir im Siegerkranz' had been unsettling, and her 'Deutschland, Deutschland über alles' had made his flesh crawl, but not for national pride. Okay, it was perhaps a bit quixotic to hope that highly trained space travellers should also be excellent vocalists.
Nevertheless, these people had done their job. While he was still dabbling with the antidote... It was blooming, to say the least. The little rascal could easily be undressed, but none of his concoctions would leave the host alive. He was working with swine, they were pretty much like humans in many respects. For control purposes, he was using donkeys. His kill of both species was quite impressive by now. There was, however, one variation that hadn't dispatched the control donkey. He was labouring on this one currently.
The government had executed severe measures to stop NED's advance east. It would do for some days. But Ramsauer was under no illusion: the stop was only temporary. If he didn't manage to find an antidote, the pest was going to win. It would sneak around the no–move zone, and there soon would be more new centres of infection than the armed forces had Posal. – Indeed, the antidote was the only answer that promised salvation. He cursed under his breath and turned to the next series of tests.
(H. P. Lovecraft)
Professor Sigbert Ramsauer had lent an ear to the live broadcast of the Moon landing while working in his laboratory. Well, there was – at least – success on this front. That woman had a resounding voice, but – unfortunately – she couldn't sing. Her a capella version of 'Heil dir im Siegerkranz' had been unsettling, and her 'Deutschland, Deutschland über alles' had made his flesh crawl, but not for national pride. Okay, it was perhaps a bit quixotic to hope that highly trained space travellers should also be excellent vocalists.
Nevertheless, these people had done their job. While he was still dabbling with the antidote... It was blooming, to say the least. The little rascal could easily be undressed, but none of his concoctions would leave the host alive. He was working with swine, they were pretty much like humans in many respects. For control purposes, he was using donkeys. His kill of both species was quite impressive by now. There was, however, one variation that hadn't dispatched the control donkey. He was labouring on this one currently.
The government had executed severe measures to stop NED's advance east. It would do for some days. But Ramsauer was under no illusion: the stop was only temporary. If he didn't manage to find an antidote, the pest was going to win. It would sneak around the no–move zone, and there soon would be more new centres of infection than the armed forces had Posal. – Indeed, the antidote was the only answer that promised salvation. He cursed under his breath and turned to the next series of tests.