Gold Poop

Medusa Syndrome

The visitors thought that they were saving the drifter. He tried to warn them but they wouldn’t listen. They brought him aboard their massive star colony. As soon as the drifter made contact with deck it was too late. The airlock closed and the drifter’s old heap of space junk started float out into the stars. The two people who had dragged him through the airlock were already beginning to turn. They stared in horror as the cold black gold crept up their arms. A nearby technician backed away from the growing darkness the crept across the floor and walls with the drifter at its center.

“Run!” The drifter shouted. “Evacuate as many people you can!”

It was no use. They were from different world’s. They didn’t understand each other. Hopefully, the threat would be realized in time to save a few lives anyway. If only he could kill himself, thought the drifter. If only their were some way.

Several days later a small security vessel arrived. They were going to tow the star colony back to their home world then deal with the dangerous one lurking within. The black gold crept up the tow cable. By the time the crew realized what was happening, their ship was already half corrupted. They failed to change course and make a transmission. Eventually both ships would crash into the heavily populated planet. There was nothing that the drifter could do. It was happening all over again. The drifter stared into the opaque eyes of his victims. “Why did you have to try and save me?”