The two gleaming fangs plunged into the soft flesh of Hunter’s throat, injecting a small but potent amount of genetically engineered neurotoxin. Hunter tried to scream, but already his vocal chords were paralysed. Attempts to rise coupled with terror caused his heart to race, distributing the poison around his body even faster.
Within ten seconds, he was immobilised. In time, the toxin would paralyse his lungs, causing a slow painful death from asphyxiation.
Sir James had no intention of letting Hunter have that luxury. He was ravenous, and needed to feed. There was a soft sucking noise as the nanopumps began to increase their output, drawing blood from Hunter’s quivering body and storing it in what had been Sir James’s stomach. The nanites had converted it, having little need for traditional methods of feeding. They could supply the host with the optimum amount of proteins, carbohydrates and all the other compounds necessary to prolong organic life with far greater efficiency than the traditional method of digestion. The stomach had therefore become a repository for storing the nanites’ raw material.
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