The Humanx Commonwealth: Book Five.
He was smart. He was good. He was backed by the Commonwealth’s best equipment. So what could possibly go wrong?
‘In the midst of life…’ thought Evan Orgel.
A whole lot of life. Alien life-form upon alien life-form, crawling, floating, wriggling, darting and oozing. The entire unexplored surface of the planet Prism was unimaginably alive.
‘…we are in death.’
His death. His Mobile Hostile World suit – the very latest, state-of-the-art, off-world protection gear – had just failed. Attacked in just about the only way its proud makers hadn’t thought of.
So there he lay, a hermit crab trapped in his own armour, while the myriad alien life-forms of prism crawled, floated, wriggled, darted and oozed about him, getting ready to open him up like a tin of upmarket cat food.
Evan Orgell was full of misery.
He was smart. He was good. He was backed by the Commonwealth’s best equipment. So what could possibly go wrong?
‘In the midst of life…’ thought Evan Orgel.
A whole lot of life. Alien life-form upon alien life-form, crawling, floating, wriggling, darting and oozing. The entire unexplored surface of the planet Prism was unimaginably alive.
‘…we are in death.’
His death. His Mobile Hostile World suit – the very latest, state-of-the-art, off-world protection gear – had just failed. Attacked in just about the only way its proud makers hadn’t thought of.
So there he lay, a hermit crab trapped in his own armour, while the myriad alien life-forms of prism crawled, floated, wriggled, darted and oozed about him, getting ready to open him up like a tin of upmarket cat food.
Evan Orgell was full of misery.
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