Would anyone mind if i put mine up soon.

(I had a nice morning, so i had time to do this.I know there is no hurry but im sort in the middle of a story)

Mathew ignored the horrendous smell, but he passed out as the brown goo sprayed onto his hands. He woke up as the cold goo began to drag his body deeper and he frantically tried to reach the grass. He searched his mind for the memory of how he got there. Mathew came up to the field to repair the fence so that the foxes could not get at the lambs and he remembered the old tales from the books his grandfather read to him. It amazed him how those stories of “The banshee” scared him more than any horror film with its special affects.

“Remember if you hear the wail of the banshee you’re a goner, she is coming for your soul. So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye,” Mathew remembered the toothless mans’ advice.

Darkness peered at Mathew as he prepared to walk the journey home but he froze as a horrifying cackle came out of the fog behind him. A lady with white wiry hair strode towards him; her white gown shook as the wind passed around her. She grinned with rotted teeth and her decaying hand pointed towards him. Mathew did not take a second look at her as he ran down the hill towards the old forest, he thought he had lost her but then he fell down a hole.

When Mathew woke up he realised that he was in a bog, the slimy putrefying liquid cursed his body and he stopped sinking when the thick goo had reached his neck. Mathew began cursing as he wished he went to Australia with his brothers, he was only thirty and he wanted a wife and kids and as the Banshee neared, Mathew made one desperate plea to the gods that he could be superman. He opened his eyes and the Banshee was kneeling towards him, a face of peeling putrid skin and her breath similar to rotten eggs. Her hand roughly passed through his hair and Mathew screamed as he felt his body falling deeper into the bog, he felt a tug at his arm and with one big leap Mathew fell exhausted on the hard grass.

He wearily knelt and asked the Banshee “Am I going to die,”

When he looked again at the Banshee she was no longer a walking corpse but a delicate creature with red curly hair and freckles sprinkled around her cheeks, her skin pure as crystal and Mathew guessed she was in her late twenties. The woman unravelled a scroll covered with names and a cute little grin sprang as she spoke “I’m sorry, this is rather embarrassing but is your name Mattie Byrne.”

“No, I’m Mathew Byrne, Mattie lives at the next hill,” He said with a transfixed look.

“They messed it up again, I have told them to double check the names but they never listen, I am so sorry but I have got the wrong man. I hope I didn’t scare you too much.” the red haired woman spoke as she stomped her feet.

Mathew forgot about the screaming corpse and his heart became jelly, he couldn’t stop the words as they fluttered from his mouth.

“What’s your name?”

The woman grinned and said, “Its Eavan”

“Well Eavan, I have had a hell of a night do you fancy a cup of tea, or maybe something stronger.”

She looked at the house on the hill that housed her next victim; the Banshee smiled and nodded, Mathew and the red haired figure walked towards his house. Mathew wondered if she could be the Mrs Byrne he had been longing for and he didn’t care that her job was to collect the dead. At least there were plenty of old folks in the area to keep her with him for a while and Mathew gently held her hand as they crossed the fence to this warm cottage. Mathew asked her to sit then excused himself, he ran up the stairs to wash the terrible smell that lingered around him. Mathew looked at the mirror and with a smile he said “Who would have thought I’d find love at the bog.”

yes, it is longer than i thought i would be, but it's all thirteen's fault. touchy (eeuuuwww) subject and all.



“Mathew ignored the horrendous smell, but he passed out as the brown goo sprayed onto his hands.” Recognizing a voice he had not heard in months, Daniel McGreer didn’t even wait for the sentence to end before he tossed his communicator into his lab coat and walked into the transport sheet. As he popped into his lab he saw a group of N-droids standing around the examination table. Sensing his arrival the N-droids cleared a path for him to approach. Lying on the table with her feet planted firmly in the stirrups, he saw the most beautiful thing he had seen in months.

He smiled as he walked up to the table, “Marlene, how are you?”

She returned his smile, “Danny! I had hoped that it would be you to attend when I arrived, but it is just as well. It is so wonderful to see you again.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Oh, yes, I believe I’m doing fine now, I can’t say the same for poor Mathew though.”

“Where is poor Mathew?”

“He went to take a short break, I believe. He’s such a sweetheart, that boy.”

“Yes, we all like him here.” He looked at the monitors as he spoke, “How did you know to come, Marlene? Are you sensing any pain? Are you comfortable?”

“I’m fine Danny, really, you fuss too much over me. Really, it wasn’t as bad at you may think. I was definitely a new sensation, no doubt about that – but it was not sudden, I could feel the pressure build, and I simply waited until I thought it was time.”

“My I examine you?”

“Certainly. What a silly question.”

Daniel moved down to the end of the table and lifted the sheet, then hesitated. Turning to the nearest N-droid he asked, “Sharon?” He waited a moment for it to sink in: it always takes a moment. Marlene smiled as she watched him.

The N-droid looked at Marlene for a split second before turning to Daniel and nodding acknowledgement.

“Sharon, would you please clean up Marlene for me?” He waited for a moment to catch the confirmation for his request then stood up.

Looking again at Marlene, “I’m going to go check on Mathew while Sharon cleans you up a bit and then I shall return immediately.” Marlene was still smiling, so he had to inquire. “Is something wrong, dear?”

“No, nothing is wrong, I’m afraid you have confused Sharon.”

“How so?”

“First, she wonders why you do not call her N137 like everyone else does, and second, she wonders why you ask instead of direct.”

Daniel smiled back at Marlene, then turned to N137, “Well my dear, I call you Sharon because N137 implies that you are a solely an organic mechanism without personality, which I assure you is not the case. The fact that you lack facial detailing and the ability to speak does not mean that you are any less than the most advanced bio-droid. Secondly, I ask so that you have the opportunity to decline.” Smiling he turned back to Marlene, performed a quick bow, and walked into the next room to find Mathew.

Within moments he was back at Marlene’s side. Sharon had completed her task, and awaited any possible new instruction that Daniel might have.

“Well, then, Mathew seems to have recovered well. He is currently in the process of running the sample through the lab. Shall we have a look to make sure you have suffered no damage?”

Daniel once again moved to the end of the table to examine Marlene and he continued speaking as he began the examination, “Marlene, how many droids are on the neural net here?”

“Seventeen Daniel, why?”

“Just wondering; and the other lab?”

“Another seven. Really Daniel, you should just get an implant and be done with it. It has got to be a complete nuisance to have to rely on others to communicate with the very droids you created. You need to be on the neural net.”

“Not yet my dear. Not until I know that there is no danger for me. You know how I feel about organic implants. There is never any guarantee what sort of implant is actually being installed.”

“Surely you would trust Sharon to do it.”

“Yes, I would, but you know as well as I do that things can change once the implant is installed. I would rather wait until all of the variables are under my complete control.”

“Well, you’re the Professor.”

Daniel completed the examination and moved back to the monitor, “Well Marlene, I can find no damage and all of indications from the monitors tell me that you get a clean bill of health.” He turned to another of the N-droids, “Cheryl, would you please locate some clothes for Marlene? The dress that she arrived in will not suit the meeting we will be attending.” After receiving the nod from Cheryl he turned again to Marlene, “Marlene dear, please hop on the net and advise all of the Department Heads that there will be a meeting in twenty minutes – attendance is to be mandatory.”

“Sure Daniel, will there be any exclusions?”

“None. Tell them that this is relevant to project code Superman.”

“Where would you like to have this meeting?”

“Let’s have it in Australia, we haven’t been there in a while – there’s a writer there I’d like to check in on.”

“It’s done.”

“Oh, Marlene… one more thing. Contact Mathew and tell him to dress appropriately.”

“I already have Danny.”

Daniel smiled, he had waited more than fifteen years for this meeting, “I don’t know what I would do without you, Marlene.”

“I know Danny – shall we go make history?”

* * *

Daniel McGreer arrived five minutes after the deadline to ensure no interruptions. With Marlene and Mathew by his side he went to the lectern and tapped the small microphone to get everyone’s attention. He looked to where the leader of the organization would be seated and found the seat occupied by the second in command.

He addressed the man in the Presidents seat, “Where is President Frish?”

“He could not attend”, you may continue without his presence.

Daniel looked straight into the eyes of the speaker, “That is neither acceptable nor is that an option.” Turning to Marlene he whispered a few words.

Within moments, President Frish appeared in his seat - visibly upset. He stood with his hand raised in Daniel’s direction, but before he could utter a word, two male bio-units appeared at his side and forcibly seated him.

Daniel looked at the shock on everybody’s faces and smiled a self-satisfied smile. Nodding for Marlene and Mathew to take a seat he began his presentation.

“Gentlemen, I have gathered you all here today to make a few very important announcements regarding our bio-droid research. As you know, we came upon a terrible fallback five years ago when the enemy infiltrated our labs and removed a huge amount of our research. That single event almost caused us to start our research from the beginning again.

From that point on, to the best of your knowledge, we stopped researching advanced bio-units and developed the N-droid. We determined that the best way to keep our sensitive areas secure was to remove the ability of speech from the assistant droids. We created a neural net that would allow communication to be selective between droids, and impossible with a human that does not have the proper implant.

The problem that we were researching had to do with the detection of our advanced units in espionage environments. In the past, our bio-droids could not escape detection because of a simple human trait that they lacked. Our enemies would need do nothing more than feed our agents, then put them in a room and wait. Since our units essentially converted food to carbon ash in their “stomachs”, in a matter of 24 hours, they would be uncovered.

Today we have solved that problem. We have had dozens of units involved in the incubating process for months and we have had our first successful transition. Gentlemen, we have finally learned to synthesize human waste.

This means two things. The first thing that it means, is without the specialized equipment in my lab, there is no way to detect the difference between a bio-droid and a human. We now have the ultimate bio/organic-droid agent, which, as you may have noticed by the guards that assisted the ex-president in becoming reseated, are already in operation in many areas. Many of you have had these advanced droids such as Marlene, the ex-president’s secretary, in your offices for more than a year. No, you have no need to fear them, just think of them as a way to keep everybody honest.

Judging by the surprised looks, you had no idea how far our research has moved. I did say ex-president, didn’t I? Yes, that is the second thing that is changing. From this day forward, I am assuming leadership of this organization. No, the objectives are not changing; we shall still pursue and gain total power on the planet – I shall simply be in charge from here on out.”

Daniel gave his words a few moments to sink in then dismissed the group, “Gentlemen, I look forward to meeting with each and everyone individually to discuss how our relationship can best benefit the organization – you are dismissed.”

He then turned to Mathew and asked, “So, Mathew, as head of bio-development, how long to get another 300 units into the field?”

“Approximately 90 days, Mr. President.”

“Excellent! Lets get moving on that if you will.”

Mathew stayed in the room long enough to utter the words, “Certainly Daniel!” then disappeared through a transport sheet.

Daniel looked at Marlene and she smiled, “You have just made history, Daniel.”

“An odd bit of history that, don’t you think?”

“How so Daniel?”

“It seems I have just created an empire based on sh – human waste.”

Marlene laughed, “Yes, you have.”

“Well, I guess it’s time for the implant now. Do you think Sharon will mind doing it for me?”

These topic starting sentences are really working my mind. Not sure it can handle it...its stating to hurt.

Mathew ignored the horrendous smell, but he passed out as the brown goo sprayed onto his hands. It was an experiment that had gone all too terribly wrong, and now with the liquid spreading and eating away up his arms... it was all too terribly late.

Two hours earlier

(University of Technology, Sydney Australia)





Outside of the University it was a quiet and peaceful day; but inside the historic Victorian structure, it was anything but.

"Elrod, get your ass down here to the lab quick; I think we've finally done it. Jesus Christ! Elrod, I think we've finally done it man," Mathew was screaming excitedly into the phone as he eyeballed the cylinder filled with the brown gooey liquid. Placing the air tight cylinder of liquid back in its holder and the phone back in its cradle, Mathew began to pace back and forth in a nervous fashion as he waited for his colleague to rush through the double set of doors leading into the lab. As he waited nervously, he began subconsciously asking and answering his own questions as if debating his latest discovery with his own self. He could not afford to be wrong this time. Fifteen years ago; the schools top Physicist Elrod Hicks and he had been given a grant from the University to begin work on developing a substance that would ultimately cause red and white blood cells to evaporate while keeping living tissue intact. It was widely believed by both men that if they could somehow attack and dissolve the deadly cells while keeping alive the hemoglobin connecting tissue cells, they could wipe out all forms of cancer. They also believed it was a cause worth spending a career on. They were excited and they were dedicated to the thought of one day putting an end to all human suffering from the devastating disease, but in the past, they had failed every time when they thought they had finally the right chemical mixture; and now the schools treasury department was growing inpatient. But Mathew knew he had the right formula this time, but in the same token, he knew the budget was thinning out, and because so... he knew he better be right.



It had seemed like a lifetime since he had hung up the phone with Elrod, but in reality, it had only been five short minutes when the highly enthusiastic Physicist came crashing through the doors... screaming.

"You better not be wasting my time you son of a *****, this time I almost had Marge Prescott down to her bra and panties in my office when you rang my cell," Elrod was saying while stuffing his button collard shirt down inside his trousers. As he placed his foot on the stool to tie his dragging shoelace, he looked up at a shocked Mathew and asked. "So, what cha got?

"You and Miss Prescott; are you kidding me? She's gotta be at least Sixty," Mathew spoke while trying to hold back from laughing.

"Yeah, well maybe that old bag can teach you something Mathew, I know she's teaching me." Elrod said with a wink, not caring that his counterpart knew of his infidelities.



Elrod was an unhappily married man at forty five who often joked about one day being rid of his mentally abusive wife. Just vanish off the face of the Earth he would often say, and even though he spoke these sentiments occasionally to his colleagues, everyone knew he was just fluffing air. But regardless of the joke, Mathew couldn't help but sometimes feel a little pity for his dear friend from all the anguish he felt from his broken marriage. He would often tell Elrod that his day of healing would soon shine upon him. Even though the two men shared the same age, they were vastly different in every aspect outside of the University. Mathew was a risk taker who spent most of his spare time bungee jumping and speed racing, while Elrod like to stay at home and compile his collection of comic books such a Superman, Dick Tracy and the green hornet to name a few. A waste of a good life in Mathew's eyes, but he was tired of trying to get him out and about from his shelled life with some good ol fashion excitement, and now realized the only relationship they would ever have would be the relationship they had at work, and he was fine with that, they both were.



As Mathew came out of his initial shock from the thought of old Lady Prescott getting down and dirty, he once again became excited.

"Ok, hear me out before you jump in," he spoke with both hands chest high as if to defend himself. "If my calculations are correct, and I have every reason to believe this time that they are. We're not only rich my friend, we have found the cure for every form of cancer."

"What do you mean the cure? How do you know?

"I'm glad you asked," he said rather smugly. "While you were off getting your jollies, I was compiling a series of test on a number of our subjects, Roger Rabbit being one em. I took our self inflicted cancer laden friend and gave him the Skin corrosivity and dermal irritation while injecting the chemical mixture into its blood stream," He said while turning around to reach for the animal.

"And..." Elrod asked anxiously.

"Look for yourself," Mathew said presenting the rabbit to the forefront.

"Oh my God, his skin texture looks normal and his undercarriage is no longer a harden mass with the malignant tumor," he said with amazement as he felt around the belly of the animal.

"What other data do you have to support your findings," he said as he placed the rabbit back in its cage.

"I tested other subjects varying in body mass and weight, and the results all support our theory that dead blood cells can't grow without neutrophils and eosinophils."

"Ok, but we already knew that Mathew."

"Yes, but last week when we also discovered that Venous blood cells which contain a terminal count of monocytes, basophils and lymphocytes die without the other two components, I started scratching my head. What if I took the percentage of the number of white blood cells to the total number of healthy ones and inject the blood stream with 1.919 ug/mL of our chemical mixture of Hydrochloric acid ACS reagent and Ammonium hydroxide solution ACS reagent to revitalize the remaining cells."

"Are you saying that worked? Because I don't see how the two acids generate the right phosphates needed to...

"They can't...he interrupted, but here's the winning lottery number, when you add .65/100ths of Anemone Toxin to every two parts solution you create a soluble acid that attacks and kills the very heart of each cancer cell, while keeping the healthy ones unscaved. It works every time Elrod; from the gerbil with throat cancer all the way up to our now bouncing bunny."

"Holy **** we finally did it then," Elrod said excitedly as he grabbed the side of Mathews head and laid a kiss on his forehead."

As Elrod released Mathew's head back to him, he noticed a look of concern on his friends face.

"Why do you have that look Mathew, you should be busting man," Elrod exclaimed.

"Because there's one small problem Elrod... once it comes in contact with air it expands in volume and becomes a lethal solvent, not to mention the putrid smell the liquid creates."

"What do you mean?

"I mean it has the potential to eat away all living tissue of the specimen at an exaggerated rate; causing severe pain and ultimately cardiac arrest which results in a very ugly death."

"****, they'll never approve that Mathew. I mean; do you think we contain it for use and receive the approval from the FDA somehow?

"Sure, I don't see why not, the mixers are sealed tight and there's no reason for the solution to ever come in contact with the air as long as we keep the vials in a compressed vault when we transfer the solvents and use air tight cylinder's when we finally move the liquids to the hypodermic needle chamber for use, and being what it is Elrod, the cure for cancer... I think we have a good shot of winning them over."



After the excitement of the discovery had died down, it was down to business. More testing and more mixtures would need to be developed before they could announce their break through to the University, but more importantly, to the world. Mixing more parts of the chemicals to produce a greater volume of the brown liquid meant larger cylinders and larger risk, but the reward at the end of the tunnel counter balanced any second thoughts the two men might have had. Donning mask now to cover their airways... they began preparing the lethal agent.



After two hours of preparing the newly made vaccine, it was time to test it on a much larger scale. Alex the Ape was the new patient, a massive subject the school allowed the two to keep under lock and key for security purposes,and being riddled with sufficient lung cancer near its final stage, he was harmless, and the perfect choice. If it cured the Ape of the dreaded disease they were ready to make their claim to the school. Carefully transferring the brown liquid from it's cylinder to the hypodermic chamber, they were now all set to administer the injection and document the results... when all of a sudden; the Ape became uncontrollable and defensive, pounding on its chest while jumping up and crashing into the lab table knocking over burners and scopes, and before either man could grab hold of the lethal toxin... it went crashing to the floor.

Present time

Mathew ignored the horrendous smell, but he passed out as the brown goo sprayed onto his hands, and as it expanded up his arm and into his chest cavity, Elrod realized his friend was being eaten alive. Not sure how to help his fallen comrade, he stood there in horror and watched as it quickly and completely dissolved all skin, tissue and bone mass from his now dead friend, while oddly enough, leaving all non living items intact around him. As he continued watching hopelessly as the brown goo disintegrated the rest of Mathew's body as if he was being cremated at an excelled rate, he reached for the phone in a frantic cry for help, but just as quickly as he picked the phone up, he put it back down and began assessing the situation at hand. It didn't take him long to realize what he had to do next.



He picked the phone back up and punched in the desired number on the keypad. When it was answered from the other end, he began to speak... "High Honey, I would just love if you would join me for tea and crumpets down here at the school today...you will... that's fantastic, I have a wonderful surprise for you, I'll be waiting in my lab dear... As soon as he hung up the phone with her, he could already feel a healing... start to begin"

R.E.Potter

So far so good. The stories I have read so far on this topic of goo have been very interesting, and Im sure the other's will be just as wildas well. But let me comment on the two so far from 13 and Sir Tar.

13---A love story of the most unusal kind. Sometimes I believe my wife may be lady death, how she lays very still in the bedroom and all...wink wink,,say no more. Very enjoyable story on a topic that I'm not sure how anybody could come up with anything on..lol. and wouldn't that suck..death claims the wrong person...and we all know that person would be me...stuff just works out that way for me.

Sir Tar---How in the hell do you come up with these stories. You have the whole robot stuff down to a tee. can I order me a N-droid...someone like N137..she sounds hot. Great story, but anything less wouldn't be an option....hats off so far to you and thirteen.

Mathew ignored the horrendous smell, but he passed out as the brown goo sprayed onto his hands. He had always had a strange aversion to chocolate, but now he was covered with the stuff. Yuck. Melanie had had some strange fetishes before, but this was out of hand. She knew that he couldn’t stand the stuff, now she was covering him from head to toe.

She told him that he would like it, that he just needed to lay back and relax. She would do all the work. She was so persistent and he loved her so much that he finally relented. She was always looking for new things to do in the bedroom. Things to keep their relationship from being stale. He told her he would. Now he was regretting his decision.

He wasn’t sure when his hatred of chocolate started. He knew that he just never liked the stuff. People though that he was strange. What sort of kid hated chocolate? But he did, the smell made him sick. All that ooey gooey sugary mess made him want to gag when he thought of it. He didn’t understand what people saw in the concoction.
He remembered back to just a few months before when Melanie had gotten this ridiculous idea. They had just come back from their trip to Australia. She had read an article in the paper about chocolate.

“Oooh, Mathew, this sounds fun,” she cooed to him. “Can we try this together?”

“Mel, you know I can’t stand the thought of being covered in chocolate,” I tried to tell her. “The thought of all that goo makes me want to barf.”

“Come on Matty, you’re not Superman with kryptonite, it’s just chocolate. It’ll be fun, I promise. You don’t have to do anything but lay back and enjoy. You’ll like it, you always do.”

Yes he did; so, he relented. He let her cover the bed with plastic, he let her buy all the supplies. He wasn’t looking forward to it at all. He tried to come up with excuses to not do it whenever she approached the subject with him. He felt funny telling her that he had a headache. Normally that excuse came from the woman. But he was desperate to get out of what he agreed to.

Finally he knew that he had to give in to her. She wanted this so bad. She promised that she would make it pleasurable for him. All he had to do was lay back, relax, and let her do her thing. He gave in to her. Quietly he got undressed and lay on the plastic she had so lovingly draped over the bed. She dripped a little chocolate onto his tummy.

“That’s not too hot is it?” she questioned. “I want to make sure that I don’t burn you.”

“No Mel, it’s fine.” He sighed at his predicament. He loved her and wanted to please her, but this was getting out of hand.

She began to pour the warm chocolate all over his body. He tried not to gag as the smell hit him. He closed his eyes as her hands began to roam on his body.

“You like that baby?” she asked him in a sultry voice.

“Mmmm,” was all he could get out.

She picked up the pot to pour some more chocolate onto him. The pan slipped and chocolate went everywhere winding up on his chest, legs, head, and hands. That’s when he passed out. He couldn’t take it anymore. This was by far the weirdest massage he had ever had. And you guys thought this was something more perverted.