Chapter 50: The reward for a job well done...

Chapter 50: The reward for a job well done...

"Ooblipimese demands more mass..."

One of the lower brethren scampered off and came back with what looked like some dried mushrooms and a desiccated gopher and tossed them into the small opening of the large glass container. They fell down into the white ooze that was filling the bottom third of the jar and slowly started dissolving.

Two other jars had similar oozes in them, all yelling to be fed. The original plan of 'Careful observation and experimentation' had gone out the window when some of the more chaotic of the dwarves had heard the ooze begging for food. Before they knew it the overfed ooze was nearly to the top of its vat.

Separating it into three vats had spawned more personalities. Ooblipimese demanded mass and was quite sullen Ooblip the Lesser of Two Puddings whine and begged for food, and purred as it digested a meal. Ooblip Face-Eater growled and thrashed in his containment jar, secreting large amounts of high potency acid.

The Engineer declared Face-Eater to be useful, and plans were made for a much larger and stronger containment jar for it, with special filters to drain the acid without letting out any bits of ooze.

Of the other two, Ooblipimese was the less popular and it got to test out various substances designed to neutralize acids and oozes. It was found that even a small amount of 'High Potency Cleansing Agent B-37' would create a instant reaction that reduced its mass and left it cowering on one side of the jar. The powder had been used for centuries to clean up spills of an acidic nature and was potent when used against the white acidic oozes.

Milo explored a different line of experimentation. Separating out a fourth ooze, the short-lived Ooplipapatamus proved to not like waste fluid sprayed on it, and really, really didn't like being set on fire. Within a minute the ooze was just an oily stain in the bottom of the jar along with a small nugget of dark steel.

Plans were quickly made. A dozen large tanks were moved into the area of the bore hole, each holding thousands of gallons of waste fluid. These were all connected to a pipe that exited into the bore hole 50 feet down the shaft.

A huge chunk of metal encased stone was suspended just to the side of the borehole, and two stories in the air. The Engineer explained its use to Milo. "I don't want to lose the drill. That’s a thousand feet of hardened dark steel shaft leading down to a diamond encrusted bore head. But if we can't stop the damned pudding, we'll have to sever the shaft, move the plug into position, and let it go. It's just a bit wider than the borehole at its top.

The force of the drop will put it down 20' into the bore where it will jam tight. There are explosive bolts inside that will then trigger, driving spikes into the side of the bore in a dozen places. Nothing will move that, and it will buy us weeks of time to come up with another counter for the ooze."

Milo looked over at the borehole. More cables had been strung. A much larger bucket was being loaded with High Potency Cleansing Agent B-37. The powder was a bright orange in color, and Milo overheard one senior engineer just refer to it as 'Agent Orange'. The smaller bucket was above it be 50 feet. Milo looked at the set-up and spoke to the Engineer. "It looks like in addition to the mechanisms for distributing Agent Orange, there is an operators bucket. As if you need someone to observe the reaction and make sure the experiment is a success."

The Engineer patted Milo on the back. "Your powers of observation are strong, young engineer. And because you are the first person to bring this to my attention, I reward you with the position of observer in the coming operation."

The shaft vibrated as Ooblipimux the Ever-Pudding thrashed in pain. Miles held the thought in his head of a clog-eater grinding away at a white, oozing clog. With the sound of a toilet flushing, the ooze rapidly fell down the shaft, then silence, followed by a distance sound of thousands of tons of ooze going 'plop' as it hit the bottom of the cave.

Milo signaled to be lowered down further. Down he went, past the areas where the pudding had been climbing the shaft and finally to where the borehole opened out into a huge cavern. It was lit with the eerie light of glowing lichen on the walls and ceiling. 50' below him, Milo saw the drill head, free and clear of clinging puddings. Directly below the drill head was a huge white lake surrounding a small orange island formed from the debris from he borehole and what was left of the agent orange. Ooblipimux had retreated rather than take more damage. It circled the little island, giving it lots of room.

The cavern was immense. At least a thousand feet to the far side and three hundred feet from ceiling to floor. It stretched into the distance in both directions, and seemed to narrow. Milo signaled to be lowered further. He needed to be lower to see the ceiling, something about it looked odd.

From further down it was obvious. A massive ridge ran lengthwise supporting the ceiling. Evenly spaced along it, pairs of gigantic, curved supports ran across the ceiling and then down to the base of the cave. It was like a huge, gothic cathedral carved out of the rock. Or....

Milo looked again, trying to think of the huge supports in a different scale. He knew suddenly that no one had built this place. The hollowed-out area was inside the cavity formed by the spine and ribs of some gigantic, primordial creature. Between the ribs was bare rock and exposed ore. Milo saw several places that gleamed with the familiar sight of deep copper. This area would become one huge mine if the dwarves could get rid of the pudding.

One of the supports/ribs was about 30 feet from the edge of the borehole. Milo wanted to investigate it, and see if it really was bone, or just stone carved by some mad race of stone workers. He really should wait and get ropes and pitons to be able to safely move from stalactite to stalactite.

He signaled to be pulled back up until he was about at the end of the bore hole and even with the ceiling. He tied a safety rope securely to himself and to the bucket.

A large stalactite was about 10 feet away. Milo leaped for it, his 15’ long tail of spectral bone wrapping around it and his clawed hands and feet trying to get ahold in the stone. The plan worked, and he was able to not fall and test his safety rope. Now he just had to repeat the same leap twice more.

The next two were even harder. The last leap left him hanging by his tail below the stalactite. The ‘rib’ was only a few more feet. He swung back and forth like a pendulum until he could grab hold of the rough surface and scramble up.

The substance was certainly bone. Very old bone. And either he was shaking, or it was vibrating. The area Milo was laying on suddenly gave way, tumbling him into a hollow area of the structure. At first it was dark, and then he began to see lights. Small yellow lights running along the bone and clustering around him on the inside surface.

Not just lights.... runes. Each glowing bit was a rune. A few different ones repeated endlessly. They moved to where he was touching the bone, and flowed from the rib and onto his skin, sinking in and burning. Like millions of little biting ants filling him up and eating into him.

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