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\f0\b\fs26 \cf2 FA: ~Dead_Monsoon\
Discord & Telegram: mobydawuf\
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\cf2 Hypnovember 2020, day 12: Plants(latex drone TF)\
Themes:  alien flora / nullification / mindwipe\
Word count: 2,743\
Commissioned by: ~Conri_Whelan\
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\'93This place is incredible!\'94\
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Conri the ocelot lumbers awkwardly through bright red sand, huffing with satisfaction within the confines of his space suit. Enormous dunes span the surface of the mysterious, unnamed planet; pure, untouched nature. No life as far as the eye can see, but the towering structures of sand sure put on the best display they can.\
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\'93Not bad, eh?\'94 The voice of Mobius, his crewmate, crackles through his radio transceiver. \'93If only we could live here... just got the latest readings on the atmospheric composition... damn, so close. There\'92s even oxygen for crying out loud!\'94\
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\'93Wow, for real? Why\'92d we even bother with these suits?\'94\
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\'93Well if you want a swift reunion with every last meal you\'92ve had the past few days, by means, pop that sucker off.\'94\
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Conri chuckles. \'93Guess that\'92s a resounding no, then.\'94\
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\'93Yeah, there\'92s nothing outright toxic here, but definitely not stuff you want in your system. You\'92d need one hell of a pair of lungs to live here.\'94\
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\'93Still, wouldn\'92t mind living here just for the sights alone... they could just make domes, right?\'94\
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\'93Yeah, suppose so. But it\'92s gonna be a loooong time before settling starts to happen. For now we just scout around, see what it has to offer.\'94\
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\'93Yup, got it.\'94 Conri scans the scenery intently, hoping to find a sign of... well, anything interesting. The sand sure is pretty, but surely a well-furbished planet like this has something else to offer... as he crests a small hilltop, his sharp eyes land on an irregularity in the terrain. A dark spot on the side of a sharp incline, like some sort of... cave entrance?\
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Conri gasps. \'93Woah, I got a visual! Some sort of big hole up ahead!\'94 \
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\'93For real? Does it look artificial?\'94\
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\'93Cant say yet... lemme get closer.\'94 After a few more minutes of ponderous movement, the ocelot stand before a looming, 15 foot tall gap in the sand, nearly perfectly round. There\'92s no way in hell the sand hasn\'92t collapsed over it... without some sort of underlying support system. Conri grins widely.\
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\'93That would be an affirmative. Mobi, this could be the first sign of extra-terrestrial life ever discovered! We\'92re gonna be in the history books!\'94 Conri can barely keep the excitement out of his voice, quivering so much that he almost loses his footing on the treacherous sand.\
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Mobius chuckles. \'93Well, let\'92s not get ahead of ourselves here. You should have enough breath left for a quick scouting mission, but don\'92t go fooling around in there too long, okay?\'94\
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\'93Yep, you got it.\'94 Adrenaline pumping through his veins, Conri heads on into the abyss, a pair of small lamps on his shoulders automatically flickering on to light the way.\
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The tunnel continues on downward, lined with solid framework true to his predictions; some sort of ceramic, maybe? Most definitely not any sort of natural structure. \
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\'93Mind giving me a video feed? May as well record whatever you\'92re going to find, and, well... you could probably use the extra pair of eyes.\'94\
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\'93Yup, sure thing!\'94 Conri reaches up and presses a button on the side of his helmet, broadcasting a live recording back to the station. \
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\'93Well I\'92ll be damned... intelligent life, indeed. You ready to defend yourself?\'94\
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Conri nods, causing the camera to bob along to get the message across. He reaches down to feel at the handle of his large steel knife, razor sharp and ready to hack away at a moment\'92s notice.\
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On and on the cavern goes, the soft sound of shifting sands fading behind him. Each footstep echoes with considerable volume and duration, eliminating any chance at stealth. \'93What do you suppose this was? Some kind of fallout shelter maybe?\'94 Conri says softly.\
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\'93Cant say for sure. Awfully deep... maybe a civilization of ground dwellers? At any rate, I don\'92t know if you should be going too much farther... connection\'92s starting to struggle. I\'92m already losing visual.\'94\
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\'93No it\'92s okay, I think I see something up ahead...\'94 Sure enough, the tunnel finally expands into a very spacious chamber, packed with various forms of... alien... plant life! Conri gasps in awe, then starts as his heavy foot sinks into the ground a bit; he glances down to find that the floor in here is comprised of soil, not unlike the sort common on his home planet. \
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\'93My god... it\'92s... some sort of... greenhouse!\'94\
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\'93Come again?\'94\
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\'93No I\'92m serious! There\'92s huge plants all over! This is amazing...\'94 \
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He reaches out toward a cyan-tinted leaf as wide as his arm-span, and in a split second it shrinks down into a flower bud the size of a marble with a soft whooshing sound. He laughs with wonder.\
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\'93Careful, Conri! We\'92ve never interacted with these species before. They could be poisonous... or carnivorous!\'94\
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\'93Relax, Twitchy. I think I can protect myself from a space flower patch.\'94 As his hand homes in on a patch of spiny red flowers, they bleed into a soft yellow and quiver slightly. \'93Holy shit... if only our plants were this fun!\'94 \
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\'93Conri, I\'92m serious. If something goes wrong down there there\'92s no way help\'92s gonna arrive in time. You\'92ve done your scouting, now let\'92s quit while we\'92re ahead, okay?\'94\
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Conri sighs in dramatic fashion. \'93Fine. I\'92m coming, I\'92m coming.\'94 He reluctantly turns around and trudges back the way he came. As he gives the exotic flora one last fleeting glance, he could swear he could hear a soft voice, deep and raspy...\
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\i \cf2 Desssstroyyyyyyer...
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He perks up, furrowing his brow. \'93Uh, Cameron? Is that you?\'94\
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\'93Umm, no...\'94 still Mobius\'92s voice. \'93Still me. And I didn\'92t say anything.\'94\
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\i Wretcheeeed destrooooyer...
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\'93Dude, seriously!\'94 Conri pipes up. \'93Whoever\'92s doing the creepy ass voice, that\'92s not funny!\'94\
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\'93Conri, I don\'92t hear anything... is there someone there with you?\'94\
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\'93Uhhh...\'94 back at the greenhouse entrance, Conri turns around, his jovial energy subsiding. \'93Just... just plants...\'94 \
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\i Youuuuu will destrooooooy nooooo longeeeeer...\
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\i0 \cf2 \'93Wh-who\'92s there?\'94 Conri begins to breathe shakily, feeling at his knife hilt. \
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\'93Conri. Get out of there. Now.\'94\
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Some part of Conri agrees with the sentiment, and yet... he can\'92t bring himself to turn away from the plant life. Despite the two voices vying for his attention, an eerie feeling of calm washes over him... his body relaxes, his hand slipping off the hilt as he gazes on into the foliage, oddly transfixed by their subtle movements. Mobius\'92s increasingly frantic and tingy words don\'92t even register to him anymore... all he can focus on is the dazzling ensemble of exotic flora.\
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\'93I...\'94\
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\i \cf2 A guaaaardian is neeeeeded...\
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\i0 \cf2 Breathing deeply and softly, Conri takes a slow step forward, away from the exit. Then another. And another. For some reason the ominous voice doesn\'92t scare him at all anymore. It only awakens a strange, inexplicable longing within him.\
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\'93...I\'92m...\'94 Conri speaks in a soft, drawling manner, his lips barely moving. \'93I\'92m... no destroyer...\'94\
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\i \cf2 Youuuu will renoooounce the way of the destrooooyer... 
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The strange leaves rustle, and a long green and yellow stalk emerges, sporting some sort of large round bulb on its tip. It brandishes the bulb, glowing and pulsing with a surreal fluorescent light, pointing it directly at Conri\'92s face. An enormous wave of calm rushes over him, smothering even his previous state of mild, uncertain calm. He fails to suppress a gentle moan, as well as a gentle twitch deep within the lower confines of his suit. \

\i \
becooooome\'85 our guaaaaardian\'85\
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\i0 \cf2 The stalk retracts with a slow, smooth motion, still pointing its bulb straight forward. Conri shuffles after it, his previous caution going out the window as numerous leaves brush against his suit. A few of them create a soft hissing sound, and a small portion of the fabric begins to sizzle and melt. A tiny alarm sound beings to go off, and Mobius\'92s barely decipherable voice becomes desperate, but it\'92s still not enough to divert Conri\'92s mind from that strange, wonderful guiding light. \'93B\'85 become\'85\'94\
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After paving through several dozen feet of dense greenery, he finally comes upon a clearing, at the center of which stands an absolutely monstrous plant, comprised of several mustard yellow stalks twisted together and towering at least 20 feet into the darkness above. They splay outward at various heights and directions, extending their reach into the underground forest with impunity. One of them reveals itself to be Conri\'92s guide, reaching down from halfway up the plant\'92s length and maintaining its spectacle. But not all of the thing\'92s stalks spread themselves outward as far as they can go; a couple, in fact, each tote some sort of big hollow receptacle, like a sack, with their round holes wide enough to fit a person well exposed. Many of their rims drip with some sort of gooey black liquid.\
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Conri is guided right up toward the base of the plant, now devoid of conscious thought. That incessant chatty voice whose words don\'92t even register to him anymore gives way to a stuttering crackle, then finally goes silent. The suit\'92s alarms drone on, warning of multiple severe breaches and rapidly declining concentration of breathing air, but still Conri is unable to process anything except what this bizarre being wants for him.\
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\i \cf2 A guaaaardian. Thiiiiiis is your deeeeeestiny.\
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The husky voice sounds much louder and stronger all of a sudden, leaving little room for doubt as to its origin. \
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\'93B...become... a g-guardian...\'94\
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A pair of tendrils reach out and coil around his body, gripping him tightly and lifting him up into the air, much to his placid indifference.\
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\i \cf2 Sureeeeender your miiiiind. It is of no uuuuuse for a guaaaardian.\
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\'93Surrender... my mind...\'94 Conri completely melts in the tendrils\'92 grip, his head lolling back, his maw dripping profusely, and every ounce of tension in his body fading away. He dimly feels his lungs starting to ache, but even that isn\'92t enough to divert his attention. The glowing bulb follows him on his way up, ensuring he doesn\'92t miss out on the show.\
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\i \cf2 Surreeeeender your thooooughts. Thooooughts breed oooonly destruuuuction.\
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\'93S-Surrender my thoughts...\'94 Conri\'92s voice becomes more level and confident as he\'92s brought 10 feet in the air and maneuvered toward the nearest pitcher, filled to the brim with its foul tar-like substance. \
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\i \cf2 Surreeeeender your veeeery liiiife.
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Conri\'92s feet dangle inches above the only abyss. He\'92s held still as the bulb homes in on his face, bombarding him with a full spectrum of hypnotic lights and colors. His senses become so overloaded that he can\'92t even muster the will to echo the alien\'92s will.\
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\i Seeeeerve the collectiiiive. Becooooome a guaaaaardian. FOOOOREEEEEVEEEEER.
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The tendrils instantly slacken, and Conri slips right through them, left to fall limply into the giant pitcher, and crash into its fluid. With the suit still protecting him, he only feels a soft pressure all over his body for the first few seconds as he sinks. But after a few seconds of dead silence, a loud hissing sound floods his ears, like the world\'92s largest soda can releasing its carbonation. All at once, his suit simply dissolves; every component, every gadget, every accessory and piece of clothing beneath the suit is eaten away by the goo in an efficient manner. Which inevitably results in the goo making contact with Conri skin, and...\
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Before he even feels it his body convulses violently, involuntarily reacting to the goo\'92s advance. Then all at once, it comes over him. A MASSIVE wave of the weirdest, most indescribable sensation he\'92s ever felt; it completely overwhelms what little scraps of intelligent, independent consciousness remain. The goo squeezes against his naked body with incredible force, seeming to press its way into his very skin. The feeling is so sudden and drastic that it takes a few seconds for him to register that it feels good... so, incredibly, unfathomably, mind-shatteringly good. \
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Conri opens his mouth in an attempt to moan, perhaps even scream, but that only invites the goo to surge down his throat, hopelessly plugging his already flagging airflow, leaving him no hope for further respiration. He continues to thrash, blind and mute, helpless to escape his pitcher pod as the hole on top seals itself shut, putting him utterly at the plant\'92s mercy. His lungs burn from the lack of air... then he feels something else enter his throat. Something more solid, piercing through the sludge and worming its way down his gullet. Then, the distinct sensation of being filled... and just like that, the burning fades away. He\'92s still not breathing, but somehow, whatever the plant has done to him is sustaining him.\
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As the mysterious object surges back out, the goo presses tighter and tighter against his body, not a single pore of his skin safe from its advance. That mind numbingly blissful sensation hammers away at his addled mind, beating it into submission, and the pressure mounts, and mounts... until it seems to push right into his very body. He shudders silently, surrendering himself to the plant\'92s sinister procedure. Its voice continues to speak and echo in his mind, goading him on to relinquish his thoughts, cease to destroy, only protect. He internalizes every word, accepting it as his very own gospel. The poor creature ceases to be an ocelot named Conri; only a mindless, obedient drone in his place.\
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Finally, the goo surrounding the drone grows still, and for a few seconds complete silence reigns. Then comes a soft gurgling noise, which signals the goo slowly being drained out of the pitcher. But as the drone\'92s physique reveals itself in the absence of excess goo, not a single trace of fur or color is visible. A thin layer of the goo persists, clinging to its body, having fusing itself to the drone\'92s exterior. The distinct shape of a feline head appears, but no eyes, nose or mouth are revealed; only a pure black featureless snout and motionless ears. The rest of its body proves to be much the same, nothing but pure black all over. In place of its otherwise rigid cock is only a simple, smooth lump between its legs. It sits calmly inside its pod, have ceased all rebellion, with only thoughts of being a loyal guardian and protecting the lush alien plant life on its mind.\
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Then comes a soft rustling, along with a gentle falling sensation. The pitcher housing its quarry lowers to the ground, tips forward, and reopens its tip. The creature climbs out with smooth, robotic motions, and stands up rigidly with fists to the sides of its body. Its pitch black skin gleams in the faint light of the greenhouse, and even in this paltry atmosphere, a gentle rubbing sound resembling that of latex can be heard with every little motion. \
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\i Serrrrrve. proteeeeeect.
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The sound of the familiar voice, now crystal clear in the drone\'92s mind, immediately triggers a newly built-in instinct; it drops to one knee, bows its head and slams a fist to its chest, submitting itself to its merciful creator, drinking in every last command the plant sees fit to give it. Its bulge throbs madly, subjecting its blank mind to constant tantalizing pleasure, despite its inability to act on it. \
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\i Pleeeeedge as an eterrrrrrnal guaaaardian.
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The drone bows its head further. It\'92s unable to speak, but its Master doesn\'92t appear to require any further confirmation.\
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\i Firrrrst, you must feeeeeed.\
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\i0 \cf2 A new stalk emerges from the bowels of the twisted tower of greenery, this one a darker green than the rest. Only a hollow open end is visible on its tip, pointed directly at the drone\'92s face as it stands stiffly back up. The latex on the tip of the drone\'92s snout begins to cave in, inch after inch, until a thick, wide tunnel forms in an unnatural imitation of a mouth and throat. The stalk seizes upon the invitation, plunging into the newfound hole and forcing its way down further and further until it reaches into its central body. There, it begins to pump forth what the drone would use as fuel; its substitute for food, air and water, all in one. It unloads a good few pounds before wiggling its way back out, the latex resealing behind it back into a face devoid of features.\
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\i \cf2 Noooooow, go fooooorth, my guaaaardian. Seeeeeerve and proteeeeect. Embraaaace your new purpoooooose.\
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\i0 \cf2 The drone salutes once again with equal fervor, then marches away in the direction of the greenhouse entrance, squeaking softly along with every step. Whoever gets the idea to pilfer, or even destroy these sacred grounds will be getting quite the surprise indeed.}