Inhuman Cravings

by Eric Fomley

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“The machine lets you join the alien’s mind in the habitat and feel what they feel,” Doctor Mendez says.

“I’ll try it,” I say.

“Don’t you want to hear about the side—”

“I’m not paying you to talk my ear off, doc. You promised me an exotic experience.”

He sighs and initiates the transfer.

Suddenly I’m in the habitat, seeing eightfold through alien eyes, hearing creaking trees and crew heartbeats. Hunger blooms, deep and gnawing.

Then I’m back, staring at the doctor. Still hungry. His flesh smells delectable.

“So hungry,” I gasp.

“Want to hear about the side effects?”