The Reptilian Telepathy of Birds - R.K. Galvez (best pdf reader for ebooks TXT) 📗

The last thing Earth needed was some alien mutant cannibals breaking through to other realms and times. They were starting to eat up everything here.

"We got to save the rest of the people," said Zip.

"I mean mutants," said Zip, correcting herself.

Krugler had started to fantasize about what his plasto-skeleton was able to do. Zip looked at him; she looked worried.

Tipp took out his blood gun, so did Ovno.

"What's happening to them?" Krugler asked.

The metal of the colony started to part, they heard howls. Horns and whistles also seemed to be heard.
A broken alarm tried to sound, but could only muster a muffled battery drained whirl. The bots gathered together and went into sleep mode.

"Those cowardly bots!" cried Krugler.

"It isn't their job to fight," Tipp said. "They can sense the total muto-cannibalism. It's an intergalactic eating disorders. We know how to get them. It's our destiny, Krugler."

Zip turned to Krugler and said:

"We need you, Krugler. You know your pen-spoon. Attach the device to your plasto-skeleton"

"Where do I put it?" asked Krugler.

Tipp and Ovno laughed.

"We don't have a blood-gun for you, buddy," said Ovno.

"Just stick it where it feels comfy."

"I don't know where, I feel like a cosmic virgin here!" Krugler snapped. He was starting to get emotional.

Zip placed the pen-spoon device and attached it to Krugler's groin. Krugler assumed it might be the start of some kind of weird magickal foreplay. The pen-spoon device was a snug fit. Krugler felt his repressed sexual behaviour surge through him, as if he had just taken some heroin.

"Use it as a penis-gun. You have to use sex magick. We need your supremely cosmic sperm," said Zip.

With a totally straight face. Krugler thought he was going to faint again. He had also remembered the dialogue from a pornographic film he had seen. However, he didn't faint. He just got hiccups. Krugler had forgotten about the torment of hiccups.

[* * *]

Above the moon-colony - aboard a biological mothership - the C.O.G. head honchos Goodnow and Goodmann watched from their onboard tyme-screen. They were strange operatives: Goodnow looked like a dodo, with flowing golden locks. A mutated dodo, his genetics spliced with some unfortunate human. His beak was crooked in a permanent expression of hatred; his accomplice, Goodmann looked like he had been burnt. His charred flesh was still smouldering, his eyes glowing. He looked dead but, according to preliminary records, was well over 100 years old.

Both agents had helped Crowley and Hubbard achieve their goals in the 20th century, and now felt they should be allowed some respite in the 21st century.
They had remained hidden; they were trapped in another realm, but they had been at the moon for a long time. They didn't mind it there. They had been reading Hubbard's trash to each other for a couple of centuries too long.

Goodnow smiled at Goodmann and said:

"The dimension space controllers won't get involved, will they?"

Goodmann nodded solemnly. After a brief silence, he replied:

"They might have too much time on their hands. They have more things to do. We'll make this mutant farm invade Earth at some point just to throw certain times laws off-kilter"

Goodnow laughed, a deep demon-like croak.

"We'll raise all kinds of hell, again, eh?"

"Just like Xenosis94," gloated Goodmann.

"We may need some distraction operatives. Ah Pook has been on hold."

Goodmann smirked at this development and pressed a dark crystal button. A morgue compartment within the wall slided out, revealing some skeletons in a glittery cosmic brine known as Jazzleva. They looked like a mummified manufactured girlband.

"We'll use the Occultist Dolls. They just need more flesh. Don't tell Papus, he'll want another job-share," said Goodmann.

"Oh no, this is personal. Papus has his own corrupted plans. We'll send them to Islington again, of course," said Goodnow.

The two demon agents laughed, a deathly cackle. They were destined to destroy time and to make things happen that no other human might predict. With the dark crystal button, an activation sequence occurred causing countries on Earth to lose money and to force debts on their impoverished citizens.

"The cycle must continue; it must be fulfilled for eternity," shrilled Goodmann.

The demoniacal duo cackled; their evil pzi-auras glowed purple.

12) 10:31 EXITS THE BEDROOM

Krugler didn't have time to think. How long had he passed out for? Nobody had said a thing, he just suddenly came round. He needed some rest though. It's not everyday you find that you have turned to liquid flesh and get to use some kind of futuristic plastic skeleton. It's not like it was a normal day for Krugler.

Krugler almost got lost within his thoughts again. The cannibals crashed in, with pieces of mutated flesh in their mouths. They had changed. Krugler recognized Corporal Tellman, Corporal Carter and Corporal Clinton. He had thought they had perished, but they had obviously had a negative reaction to the mutation.

"Can we save them?" Krugler asked.

Zip shrugged. She aimed a small sieve device at them and a beam of light fired out of it that transformed them into tiny forms. They were trapped in the sieve. Zip put this device into her bag.

"You can only save them," said Zip.

Her voice was devoid of emotional distress. They were just specimens to her now. Tipp and Ovno were busy using their blood-guns, blasting the advancing alien muto-cannibals. The blood-gun would cut through the advancing alien muto-cannibal, tearing their flesh like a hot knife through butter. The blood discharge from the gun would then return to the gun and whip out again at another advancing thing. No blood-orgy was necessary.

"They want to pass through. We need you, Krugler." Zip screamed. She seemed to be weakening, but Krugler slowly realized she was powering up.

"OK, I can do it," mumbled Krugler, fiddling with his penis pen-gun-spoon device.

Krugler aimed and strained. An orgasmic pleasure swept through him as a giant sperm blast burst out of the device and growled towards the alien mutant cannibals.

These cannibals looked confused, as they tried to bite the gigantic sperm with their deformed teeth. Many of them lost their teeth on this tough sperm. The giant sperm cell broke free from the cannibal brood and growled at them, flying around them. It then glowed as it secreted acidic semen over them that started dissolving all the alien mutant cannibals, releasing their pressurized pzi-souls.

That was it! Krugler laughed. Tipp and Ovno, smiled looking relaxed. They liked galactic sports.

"Always a good bit of lysergic juice gets them, too!They'll live again, they'll live!" Tipp laughed. He patted Krugler's plasto-skeleton affectionately. Krugler felt like crying.

"It's not over people," said Zip.

Tipp and Ovno had started using futuristic pzi-trance techniques to detect more alien mutant cannibals approaching. They were able to use them the blob-like mutants as pzionik scanners, too, looking for more hostile forms. That's why they needed Ludovic so much, thought Krugler.

"Cheers, Ludovic," said Tipp, quite suddenly

Ovno turned towards Krugler and said: "Ludovic just gave me the future scan, too. There's a lot more alien mutant cannibals coming our way. They can smell the blood and deathly detritus here. They're after everything and some of seem pretty big. We'll do our best. Ludovic's communicating with all the mutants out there, too."

Tipp and Zip already knew all this. Krugler wanted to clear his mind, but maybe Ludovic didn't want to communicate with him, due to his earlier experiences. The tension was still in the air. That's when he noticed Zip growing, like a giant. His giant sperm cell bark liked a dog, circling around Zip's waist.

Zip calmly spoke: "Don't worry, guys, I know you'll last til the end, no matter what!"

Ovno suddenly cried, "Here they come!"

"Be careful please," Krugler added. It was as if he had known them all his life. Maybe he had in another lifetime. He was starting to care for them.

"Don't worry, Kruggy, the life-ride has only just started! We're all riding life, riding that groove, as Norky calls it! Death's such a simple concept; it isn't just death, dude. You'll know when you live again," said Tipp.

Kruggy almost shed a tear for that weird shiny beetle-bear! He tried to smile warmly at Ovno, even if Ovno was a bit more of a jock than the soppy beetle-bear.

The giant alien mutant cannibals crashed in, tearing parts of the colony away with them, knocking into some of the bots. The bots would be fine, thought Krugler. But the poor colony was getting destroyed.

Zip suddenly enlarged herself some more, getting more than 80ft tall, more like 180ft. She burst through the weakly maintained colony bio-dome and almost destroyed Orienti all by herself. Harsh winds burst through the colony. The alien mutant cannibals gasped, then tried to bite her. Zip squashed and kicked out at them - squashing at them as if they were ants.

Zip was clawing at parts of the colony using it as weapons to squash the fleeing alien mutant cannibals. There were millions of them, surely too many for one giant. Zip's clothes had shrunk considerably, despite her garments being some kind of futuristic stretchy-spandex for giants, but it had started to sweat away. Zip ripped the last threads away, revealing her giant naked form, as the alien mutant cannibals tried to bite her.

13) THE UNIVERSAL K-WONKA MOVEMENTS

Krugler's giant sperm helped Zip, as the ferocious mutant cannibals attacked her ankles. Ovno and Tipp had fought valiantly but they were over-whelmed by alien mutant cannibals. As the alien mutant cannibals sunk their diseased teeth into the weird flesh of the stick-insect-monkey and beetle-bear, Krugler noticed that they just slowly faded.

"Looks like it's down to you, Krugler, you got to shoot off another load. You got to stick some K's in those movements, Kruggy; jerk and wonk it out. Krugwonk it, K-wonk it, go on! Just go for it! Get it? Get it?" Ovno smiled. Krugler had never seen a peaceful death smile before.

"I think I do; you meant to say wank, not wonk," said Krugler. He was crying. He had not had an adult conversation for a long time. He also didn’t realize how much he missed masturbation.

"Don't cry Kruggy, do your thing! We needed someone sexually uptight like you. It's all part of the cosmic trigger. We got the cleaners coming in. You're going to meet an old friend!" Tipp roared in pain.

They said these words as they were bitten to pieces by thousands of the alien muto-cannibal beasts. They ignored Krugler for the time being but soon they would run out of things to consume. Krugler sweated, as Ovno and Tipp were basically invisible.

Krugler cried, "I will avenge you, you saved me and I will save you all!"

He looked up at the beautiful naked form of Zip and steadied his pen-spoon-device near her giant pubis and felt a huge euphoric sensation rise up within him; it was one of the best highs he had ever experienced and he felt like a giant too. The lysergic energy must have helped him in some mysterious way. His device throbbed.

Krugler