Asolid Site

The transmission ended.

What they pulled from the tank was the size of a dog. A smooth, featureless, vaguely ovoid mass of what looked like dark gray soapstone. It was warm to the touch. When Dr. Shen, the head engineer, tapped it with a wrench, the sound was not the clink of stone, but the soft, wet thud of flesh. It had no organs, no limbs, no eyes. It was just… solid. A solid. asolid

…It feels… nice. Like going home. I think I’ll just rest my head on the desk for a moment…” The transmission ended

They named it the Nodule. And they made the fatal mistake of not destroying it. the head engineer