Title: The name of 'it' .
. 'You do not call it by name.' N'gli warns. 'N'gli' Mai teases, latching her slimy arm around N'gli's. 'Ayish' N'gli exclaims. 'Away from me, dirty pig.' Mai takes a step back and then another so that she is stumbling, hugging herself slowly.
N'gli realises what she has done. 'Sorry Mai — I not mean am!' 'You mean, you mean!!!' Mai sobs.
N'gli sighs, hugging Mai's dirty body. 'Look here Mai — look, see' she shakes Mai, 'look here' N'gli stretches her arm at the landscape: moss and jagged, steel lumps covered in zygote across outgrowth. 'I not look' 'This is we. We should — MUST look and PR–oud' N'gli giggles.
Mai sniffs, hiding a grin. She nods, looking. 'Now come. IT is coming! It must not catch me and you.' N'gli's patronizing tone vanishes in a tremor. 'Too late, IT is coming!' They watch it. It is like the Jagger jagger steel lumps covered in zygote. 'Come' N'gli snatches Mai's hand. They are like the Island's green moss, but they are more like the sand, hidden. They rush into the crashed plane. Everything is old and the depths of the rusting aircraft is dark, because 'it' can come. 'It cannot die' N'gli gasps, out of breathe. 'You hear it?' Mai nods her head. They listen to it, peering — watching from a cracked window as the robot gives signals. 'Over, over' it says. 'G7-150.' The voice is not like theirs; chilly, robotic, emotionless — empty!
Another response: 'G7–150, over, over...' it belches from it's chest. It does not have a mouth, yet it looks N'gli and Mai - a steel humanoid. 'It will eat us, look at it.' N'gli gulps, clamping her two brown rows of teeth.
Mai snatches her arm away from N'gli's reach. 'Look — look here N'gli, it cannot eat us.' she points at her mouth. 'It' does not have a mouth. 'I eat it' she says.... [To be continued]. .
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