Whispers From The Abyss

This book is a work of fiction. All characters, names, and events portrayed are fictional or are used in an imaginary manner to entertain. Any resemblance to any real persons or dead is purely intentional for the purposes of satire.

WHISPERS FROM TH
E ABYSS, A COLLECTION OF H.P. LOVECRAFT INSPIRED SHORT FICTION.

Edited by Kat Rocha

Copy Editors: Gretchen Helms, Sharlynn V., Ihimu Ukpo.

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Ebook first published by 01Publishing 2013

Cover Art by Josh Finney.

All stories are copyrighted to their respective authors, and use here with their permission.

ISBN-00: 000-1-0000-0000-1

Electronic Edition

October 2013

INTRODUCTION
By Alasdair Stuart

There’s a quote, one of the dozens I collect every year. I partially blame Criminal Minds, and the simple, and brilliant conceit of opening and closing an episode with an appropriate quote. I partially blame my Dad who’s been an inveterate people watcher and collector of bon mots, aphorisms, witticisms and words what people speak good for years.

Mostly though I blame my writer brain. I’m a sucker for a good quote, a well turned one liner and there are certain writers I will cross the street for. At speed. One is Aaron Sorkin, another is David Mamet who was once memorably described as writing simultaneously exactly like, and nothing at all like, how people speak.

Then there’s William Friedkin. I don’t know much of Friedkin’s work but I do know this, a quote which I’ve carried with me since childhood, long before I hosted a horror podcast. Long, even before I admitted to myself that much like CM Punk is (or was, things do move fast in pro wrestling) a Paul Heyman guy, I am a horror guy.

‘True horror is seeing something approach’.

Bingo. Right between the eyes. That is the most perfect summation of why I love horror I have ever read and believe me I’ve read plenty. That creeping suggestion, the moment the air drops, the ambient noise falls away. The moment you realize everyone’s looking at you. Crime fiction calls it the moment before the bullet hits the bone.

That’s where horror lives, the second before something becomes. These stories, all short, all focused and all perfect, embody that second and explore it from every single angle. ‘Other People’s Houses’ by Sarena Ulibarri folds something else in there too. She shows us the moment our story intersects with something older and darker. I love that moment too, ‘The Zeppo’ may be my all time favourite Buffy episode. But then she does something even cleverer, showing us that sometimes horror transforms not just ourselves but our outlook. Sometimes that transformation is positive. Or is that just what we’re told to think?

‘My Friend Fishfinger by Daisy, Age 7’ by David Tallerman takes the same tack. There’s some truly sweet about the idea of the friendship at the centre of this piece. The fact it’s cut through with horror like salt water through fresh only makes everything snap into even sharper relief. This is a story about an innocent, and whilst it’s easy to imagine the innocence is so powerful it will overcome what’s waiting for it, we don’t see that happen.

We just see it approach.

Friedkin. Clever bastard, huh?

‘
Stone City, Old As Immeasurable Time’ by Kelda Crich takes that idea, of the innocent in the house of evil, and turns it on its head. Here, horror has approached, destroyed and left. What’s left is nothing but determination and the flat, wide plain of a life made empty. There’s something immensely empowering in that desolation, in that freedom to do whatever you need to do to survive. There’s something awful too. Do what thou wilt may be the whole of the law, but that doesn’t mean it’s a get out of jail free card.

Just three stories in a book full of them. All about that moment I love, the moment where something approaches. The moment where you close your eyes and hope it goes away.

It will. But there’ll be another story right behind it. And another. And another.

Open your eyes. Look. Because true horror is seeing something approach. And true horror is here.

IDEN-INSHI
By Greg Stolze

12/17/11

I deserve a Nobel Prize in biology and instead I’m writing a diary on toilet paper and hiding it in my bra. I blame sexism and racism. And
America’s retarded attitudes towards science, but that’s rooted in sexism and racism too. If someone told those Tea Party
blancos
“as soon as we perfect cloning, women will no longer monopolize the power to carry babies,” they’d probably make it a national priority. Or they’d realize it would get women out of the kitchen and thinking too much.

Still, no matter how lousy the
USA is, I’d rather be picking beans in Arizona beside
tío
Hector than locked up here. “Here,” I’m pretty sure, is North Korea.

12/18/11

The guards almost look Huichol but didn’t react when I called them “
babosos
” or “shit-eaters,” so I figure they don’t speak Spanish or English. Military uniforms. Could be Chinese, I guess, but my money’s still on North Korea. If I could get at my money, which I can’t.

On the bright side, when that Sinaloa Capo’s clone conks out, it’ll be hard for his gunmen to punish me. I mean, I told him it was an unstable process, look at Dolly the sheep and its defects, every human illegally cloned since 1998 died before the age of 12, but no. He was determined to have a young body to transplant his brain into by 2028.

When that guy with the nurse-shoes put a bag over my head in a ladies’ room in Portugal, I was pretty sure the
pandilla
had come for me, in fact. But I woke up on a ship and now I’m in a building with no windows and a lot of lab equipment. Lab equipment with tags in that alphabet that looks like circuit diagrams.

I wonder how Kim Jong Un heard about me. There aren’t a lot of biogeneticists willing to stand up and say “Clones aren’t crimes against god, they’re just retroactive twins, calm DOWN Rick Santorum!” And to be fair, I never did say that. I just went ahead.

It says something very dark about our morality that the only people sensible enough to pursue human cloning are narco-billionaires and tinpot tyrants.

12/20/11

They’ve provided me with frozen tissues, along with all the fertile eggs I could want. I guess your average North Korean teen girl would happily trade her menstrual goodies for an extra bowl of rice. My employer will probably be spoiled for choice when it comes to surrogate
mamacitas
as well. None of that changes the tissues into gametes, though. Cloning from live, fresh sperm is hard enough. Frozen tissue sections? I’m good, but the greatest chef in the world can’t even make a burrito without any ingredients.

12/25/11

Feliz Navidad
. They got me a very nice
rosca de reyes
.

12/30/11

Attempted DNA insertion. Failed to subdivide. But I found out that the guy who kidnapped me is the big boss here. His name’s Dae-Hyun.

1/6/12

Happy New Year. Insertion failed.

1/16/12

DNA subdivided, but with numerous transcription errors. Clone
Jong Il there would be lucky to be born with an asshole for a nose. Still, it’s a start. I’m having some successes with a protein bath to revitalize material before insertion. If I can find the right enzyme, I think it might let it subdivide cleanly. But there’s still the issue of decay-gaps. If this was
Jurassic Park
I’d fill them in with frog DNA, and we’d wind up with a HERMAPHRODITE revived authoritarian dictator.

1/21/12

DNA subdivided and they insisted I implant it. Specifically, some guy named ‘Petrov.’ His English is decent, said he’d take full responsibility. Wants me to perform the insertion on a couple dozen ova, says we’ll try to implant the best 5-6. With an adequate rate of implantation, that could give us 2-3 deformed dictator clones dying before puberty.

1/27/12

11 out of 30 attempted insertions were successful, 4 of them looked like they just might be viable, one was pretty good. We’re starting the implantations tomorrow.

2/2/12

All 5 failed to implant.

2/14/12

Happy Valentine’s Day. I winked at one of the guards. He ignored me.

2/26/12

Another month, another batch of ruined genetic material. 23 of 40 DNA insertions worked, 14 of 23 subdivided (which is a SPLENDID conversion rate, if you ask me), 4 lacked all but minor errors but all 4 failed to implant. Petrov insisted on trying the other 10. None implanted.

3/1/12

Petrov is gone, replaced by a Japanese guy. His name’s Kiro something, his English pronunciation is
basura
. We’re trying a ‘new approach.’ He did say some nice things about my work, I think. He’s so stone-faced it’s impossible to tell if he means it.

3/3/12

Kiro brought the most marvelous stuff! I have no idea where he got it—it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen, DNA configured like
drill bits instead of double-helixes. It can’t be artificial, it’s decades beyond Stanford and Rockefeller combined. But it doesn’t resemble anything from nature either. Did it crash to Earth in a meteorite? Did they find it in some deep-sea trench? Wherever, it’s damn near miraculous. It’s like human DNA is a computer from 1978 and this stuff’s a brand-new Android phone. Kiro calls it “
iden-inshi
.” I don’t care if it’s Jesus Christ’s jism, this is going to be like upgrading to steel tools after banging rocks together.

3/17/12

It’s like a dream. The
iden-inshi
conforms to transposable elements, almost like a pattern-matching algorithm. The possibilities are staggering, not just for fiddly shit like curing
spina bifida
but for fundamental life-building and hybridization. The source material is a lot more robust now that I’ve been able to re-attach lossy elements. A 100% insertion rate seems perfectly possible.

3/29/12

29 of 30 insertions successfully subdividing! None of them seem damaged, but… it’s possible that exposure to
iden-inshi
has changed them. If they’re viable changes, they wouldn’t show up until implantation, or even gestation. Possibly something like a late-onset genetic syndrome, imperceptible until the clones were in their thirties. By then, I’ll have my reward and be retired in Rio. Or dead in a shallow grave in the DMZ. Or still be in some gilded cage, working on immortality elixirs for Kim Jong Un who, I’m sorry, looks like the bottom rung of the ‘genetic desirability’ ladder.

4/4/12

100% subdivision! Now to see what happens with implantation.

4/9/12

Everything’s different.

They beat me. Kiro too. Kiro looks like they used rifle butts, his bruises are all the same shape. Me, it was just fists and boots.

We were in rooms before, little suites like a hotel. Now there’s no pretense that we’re anything but prisoners. No bars on the windows, because there aren’t windows. They bring us food on trays like they used to, still the same food, but they beat us so badly. I was curled up on my knees with my hands over the back of my neck. There’s a rough horseshoe of deep, purple-green bruises all up the side of one thigh, across my ass and then down to the other knee. I’m lucky they didn’t just break my spine, it was totally exposed. It hurts to pee, to breathe, to sit down. Then they showed us the videos why.

29 Korean girls are dead. Every single surrogate, they all died. Horribly. It starts with hemorrhages, like a miscarriage with a lot of bleeding, only these were single egg cells! They started bleeding and discharging tissue within 48 hours of implantation.

But it wasn’t mere blood. The videos made that clear… these girls DISSOLVED. It was like watching fruit rot in fast-forward, their bodies caved in, turning into runny, thick sludge like oxygenated red pancake batter. Even Ebola and necrotizing fasciitis don’t operate that fast.

4/11/12

Kiro and I were allowed to examine the remains. It boggles the mind how awful. Upon implantation, the altered ova started eating the uterine lining, but not just consuming it, TRANSFORMING it. Specifically, endometrial cells became duplicate ova, like HIV corrupting T-cells to reproduce . Except, HIV only attacks a few types of cells, and these tore apart anything they touched—white blood cells, arterial walls, bone. Every cell they attacked was reconfigured into a duplicate of the attacker, which was itself quantum leaps more complicated than a virus. More complicated than any human biology.

When we examined them, they were still viable. After fully converting the host, the cells turned on each other, consuming their sibling-children. The larger, ‘victorious’ cell clusters, the ones that started cannibalizing first… they were beginning to differentiate, months earlier than a human fetus would. They’re developing organs.

I recommended that every last one of them be sterilized in bleach and then incinerated.

4/13/12

Kiro told me where
iden-inshi
came from. A scientist was researching genetic anomalies on an island off the coast of Japan and found that there were genetic mega-parasites infecting the population. They came out of the sea, raped the inhabitants (men and women alike), and sometimes the victims would have apparently-human children that turned amphibious as they aged. Sometimes the rape victims would transform. It’s unbelievable, yet in the face of the evidence, it all fits. What a perfect reproductive strategy! How much time would an organism need to evolve such sophistication? Longer than there’s been life on Earth, I suspect.

It becomes us. Then we become it.

4/14/12

They won’t say if they destroyed all the specimens.

4/17/12

Kiro and I are passing messages. He writes better than he speaks, so we hide messages to each other in research data and exchange them, even as we speak directly of our work where our captors can hear us.

I’m starting to wish the Sinaloa had gotten me first.

Kiro thinks there are only three ways this ends. One, we give Jong Un what he wants—clones of his daddy and grandpapa, treatments to indefinitely delay aging, and biological weapons that make
The Andromeda Strain
look like pinkeye.

Two, we fail too many times and get an appointment with Petrov. (I find it prohibitively unlikely that his ‘retirement’ includes a comfy 401K.)

Three, we escape, then spend the rest of our lives worrying about Korean assassins.

Somehow, it feels right to write this shit on toilet paper.

4/18/12

Kiro is the one who interfaces with the warden, or base commander, or whatever. Of course it’s Kiro, you couldn’t expect someone as important as Dae-Hyun to talk with a woman, could you?

But I’ve got a woman’s weapon they’d never consider. My cramps are starting and soon I’ll ovulate. I’ll be fertile with access to a lab and
iden-inshi
. All the
iden-inshi
I could need to make a monster, or a plague, or to turn myself into something so awful it can never die. Kiro was working on immortality, in the form of dynamic tissue repair, even before the Koreans took his daughter. (That’s how they got him involved. I wonder what they had over Petrov?)

4/19/12

Found a new hiding place for my diary in the leg of my cot.

Kiro and I agree that putting a bun in my oven isn’t going to work, there’s no way to manage it unobserved.

So our easiest escape route would probably be to make an
iden-inshi
bacteria, inoculate ourselves (or myself anyway), give it to the guards and walk away. If we kept our heads down, the North Koreans would assume that Kiro and me were somewhere in all that crimson pancake batter. But how to contain it? We could try to build in a self-limiting failsafe, but we’d only get one chance. Our track record of understanding iden-inshi’s behavior is not encouraging, and getting it wrong it could denude the Earth of all mammalian life. Well, all mammalian life that didn’t come from
iden-inshi
.

Escape plan two is to reprogram Dae-Hyun’s cells into something
iden-inshi
dependent, then refuse to give him the antidote until he agrees lets us go. Kiro got one of his stray hairs, so we have his genome to play with… but we’d need to sequence it unobserved, which would take months, and we’d need to develop the ‘delayable degenerator’ on the sly without the Korean biologists figuring it out. (They’re pretty dumb, but VERY alert). Then Kiro, who’s 70 and spent his youth hunched over a microscope, has to inject it into Dae-Hyun, who’s 40ish and spent most of his adulthood kidnapping people. But even if we surmounted all that, we’d still have a decent chance of just melting Dae-Hyun—no great loss to humankind, but I’d catch a strict punishment for sure.

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