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MEAT
©2005 by C. A. Smith
Part 1
Blue wouldn't admit it to the other girls, of course, but she was a littlescared. The next regular meat collection was tomorrow. Her twenty-second birthdaywas last month. She'd already delivered seven babies and the Products Managerhad turned down her request to start an eighth, so now here she was in theholding area waiting for the Gaths to pick up their next shipment.
The Foxbush staff had started her prep routine this morning. She'd been puton the cleansing diet, the stuff all the girls referred to as steel-wool. Actually,it didn't taste all that bad, sort of like candied fiberglass. Eating it wasbetter than the alternative, which was being strapped to a bed and having itpumped into your stomach through a tube.
Blue knew a lot about the Gaths because she'd taught herself how to read,unlike most of the fuck-bunnies in this place. While those pea-brains wereplaying computer games or screwing the boys, she'd been figuring out what letterswere and how they formed the words that the free-people on the farm could read.There were no formal classes for the livestock at Foxbush (aside from lessonson Sex, Beauty, Birthing, Nursing and getting ready for Collection), but thestaff had been supportive of Blue's efforts at self-education.
On the matter of the ?steel wool,? for example, she couldn't even pronouncethe actual name of the stuff ? gastroenteric fibralaneus ? but she knew itswelled up in the stomach juices to create a fibrous mass that cleaned outthe entire digestive tract on its way through and out. Having spent half themorning on the toilet, she was in no doubt of its effectiveness. Furthermore,chemicals in the fiber fooled the nervous system into thinking it was satiatedand satisfied. The effect lasted about five hours, then collapsed into a sinkholeof hunger. She was actually looking forward to another meal of steel wool.She knew that by the time the Gaths arrived to collect their shipment, herguts would be thoroughly cleansed of anything resembling normal waste products.Only sanitary, unpronounceable fibre. No shit, so to speak.
But beyond this technical knowledge of her intestinal preparation, Blue'sability to read words had enabled her to gain a perspective on the nature ofthe Gaths far beyond that of her fellow Foxbush livestock. She learned, forexample, that a long time ago, perhaps during the lifetime of her great grandmother(whoever that might have been), there were no Gaths. The world had been verydifferent. There used to be wars in one place or another practically all thetime. There were these huge stockpiles of things called ?nuclear weapons? and ?weaponsof mass destruction? that could have wiped out the whole planet. The Gathshad put an end to all that, not out of altruism, of course, but because itthreatened their meat supply.
It amused her to learn how the Gaths had first made their presence known.According to the historical accounts she had found on the web, a garbled storyhad come out of a region in Russia called Siberia somewhere on the other sideof the globe. The inhabitants of an entire village had suddenly disappearedovernight. A newspaper called Izvestia mentioned it the next day as an ?unconfirmedreport.? Outside Russia only a few tabloids deigned to pick it up, but whotakes seriously any story that runs alongside accounts of an angel being shotby a hunter and a two-million-year-old man revived from a block of Antarcticice?
Four days later another story emerged from the hinterlands of India. Thistime witnesses from outside the affected zone described a ?circular gray wall? envelopingthe area. The next morning the ?wall? was gone, and so was every human beingwho had passed into or been caught inside it. The Indian government immediatelyassumed Pakistan was behind it and within twelve hours both nations were rattlingnukes at each other. If the mysterious vanishings were still too bizarre totake at face value, the prospect of a nuclear exchange got everyone's attention!
Four days into an unnerving standoff of accusations and counter-accusations,it happened a third time. Same inexplicable phenomenon, but significantly differentcircumstances. This time it was no out-of-the-way village of peasants thatwas stripped of humanity, it was an affluent town in the heart of Maryland,only twenty-five miles outside of Baltimore. Sykesville was an upscale communityof young families and pricey, well tended houses. It was residence to morethan its fair share of influential politicians and celebrities.
Before the shocked apparatus of government could smother it under a blanketof ?national security? secrecy, the full weight of the media was on it withintense coverage. A world-wide audience was riveted by the unfolding drama,and this time there were no ethnic or religious animosities to muddy the situation.Witnesses by the hundreds talked into cameras in front of a smooth, opaque,gray wall curving off into the distance on both sides. They confessed a mixtureof curiosity and fright as they watched it rush directly toward them, expandinglike a giant balloon, flowing over houses, streets, lawns, cars and people,then stopping abruptly before swallowing them as well. In its final configurationit encompassed a perfect circle almost a mile in diameter.
They told of mothers running through the wall to fetch their children, ofpeople venturing into it to find loved ones or retrieve their cars. Childrenpoked their hands through it and out again, delighting at how their hands disappearedon the other side, as though it were a curtain of opaque gray air. Some, emboldenedby the experiment, walked through to see what it was like on the other side.But none returned. Once inside, they neither came back nor responded to theanxious shouts of those still outside.
Vehicles heading toward the wall slammed on their brakes. The lucky ones stoppedin time. A few slid partly through and stalled, but if the passenger compartmentwas still outside, the occupants escaped unscathed. Anyone in any part of thevehicle who disappeared from sight behind the wall never reappeared, includingone cop who felt duty bound to drive his cruiser slowly through. It stalledthe instant the engine was enveloped and came to rest with only the back seatstill showing. A wrecker was dispatched to pull it out, but the front seatwas empty, the driver's door open.
Phone conversations had ceased as the wall advanced. The lines were stillopen and background sounds could still be heard ? radios, televisions, dishwashers,all the electronic and mechanical white noise of modern life (except, curiously,the sound of cars and trucks) ? but those behind the wall had simply stoppedtalking and hung up. Even the police and emergency services fell silent. Notdead, just silent.
Within a few hours the entire mile-wide gray cylinder was surrounded by unitsof the National Guard, Air Force, FBI, state and nearby police and sheriff'sdepartments, with more on the way. Several dozen military and law enforcementpersonnel were lost before the word finally got out that it was not a goodidea to pass through the wall.
The decision came too late, however, to save the pilot of a propeller-drivenaircraft who flew inside to see what was going on. He immediately stopped talking.The microphone on his helmet picked up the sound of his breathing and of theengine sputtering and dying, but the pilot made no response to the franticcalls of the air controllers. His aircraft glided through the opposite walland crashed a half mile further on, killing him. Oddly, he had started to takeoff his flight suit in the cockpit.
An Air Force fighter jet passed through more successfully, its engine stillrunning smoothly right up until it crashed in northern Ontario, the pilot havingejected inside the gray cylinder. Military aircraft flying above it had noproblems. They reported that the actual shape of the thing was that of a gigantictin can, more than two miles high with a flat top.
By the time the mysterious gray can suddenly vanished the next day, an armyof National Guardsmen, state police and armed citizens had formed a huge ringaround its perimeter. What they saw when they ventured inward was a town litteredwith the abandoned artifacts of human habitation, but not a single human being,living or dead. The hospital, the two high schools, the eight primary and middleschools, the police and fire departments and every last business and residencewas eerily deserted. Bags of groceries had been carefully set down, cars abandonedin the streets, strollers left on the sidewalks, merchandise left at the checkoutcounters, lawn mowers in the middle of half cut lawns and paint brushes nextto ladders. Most disturbing of all, the entire zone was strewn with clothing,shoes, under-garments and jewelry, including hundreds of wedding rings, diamondsand body ornaments that had once graced ears, faces, tongues, bellies, nipplesand other intimate places. The uniform and underwear of both the cop and theejected Air Force pilot were also there, as was the pilot's parachute and thecop's 9 mm, still in its holster. Every one of the five-thousand plus men,women and children who had occupied or entered this space a day ago had notonly disappeared, but had apparently done so stark naked.
Now the matter of the ?gray can? was no longer a bizarre mystery in a remoteplace. It was serious. It was some kind of terrorism on an international scaleusing an unknown secret weapon. Every branch of the military establishmentwas roused to emergency activity. The Pentagon, every state and local policeagency, every sheriff's department, every National Guard unit, the FBI, theNSA, the CIA and a dozen wacked out militia outfits were all on high alert,armed to the teeth and ready for action. Similar scrambling took place elsewherearound the world, especially in Russia and India. Hot lines were kept busy.International anti-terrorist coalitions were set up. Nervous citizens wereassured that those responsible would be found and put down with a display ofshock and awe such as the world had never seen!
Needless to say, it didn't quite work out that way.
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