A silent spaceship sits alone in the lonely, expansive universe. Metallic liquid drips from the ceiling to the ground in a slow rhythm. The multi-coloured sheen is mixed in with the crimson hue from the viscera left behind, creating a grotesque visual of Christmas wrapping paper. There's a blood trail escaping a tongue that was once used to scream. It lines the floor in a staggered line, following a path all the way to the silvery claws of a creature draped in melted chromium, dragging behind it the remains of what used to be a human, a person, a living being just like itself. The creature turns a corner to automatic doors that won't open, but it oozes through the narrow gap in-between with ease. The human remains don't make it through, just lying on the floor left behind like the beast got bored with its plaything. Done for the day, the creature scans the ship's kitchen looking for the next appliance it can camouflage itself on, ready for the back-up crew to make their...
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