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A piece of debris slashed through the leg of Gary's suit to the bone, through the bone.
Blood and fat and muscle swelled from his suit into vacuum. The alien's vessel also broke into pieces, its lifeboat kicking free and the waldos reaching out, pulling her through the airlock. Not her come, which slicks her thighs to her knees. She feels it inside everywhere, tendrils moving in her nostrils, thrusting against her eardrums, coiled beside the corners of her eyes. When an Out crawls inside her and touches her in certain places, she tips her head back and moans and pretends it is more than accident. If she ever remembers another line, she promises herself she will not wear it out.
In the past she has worked in publishing, edited cryptic crosswords, waitressed in a strip bar, identified Napa cabernets by winery and year while blindfolded, and climbed an occasional V-5.
She is a three-time winner of the Nebula Award, and has also won the Hugo, World Fantasy, Sturgeon, and Crawford Awards.
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Her Ins are the usual, eyes ears nostrils mouth cunt ass. Her anger pounds at it until she feels its depths grow soft under her fist, as though bones or muscle or cartilage have disassembled and turned to something softer. What she does, at least, is a rape, or would be if the alien felt anything, responded in any fashion. Sometimes she watches it fuck her, the strange coiling of its Outs like a shockwave thrusting into her body, and this excites her and horrifies her; but at least it is not Gary. These days, she teaches at the University of Kansas, where she is associate director for the Center for the Study of Science Fiction.Her Outs are also the common ones: fingers and hands and feet and tongue. Its skin is the color of dusk and covered with a clear thin slime that tastes of snot. She thinks it smells like wet leaves in winter, but after a time she cannot remember that smell, or leaves, or winter. There are dark slashes and permanent knobs that sometimes distend, but it is always growing new Outs, hollowing new Ins. Which means it makes a choice not to stop her, even when she batters things inside it until they grow soft. She forces her hands into it, kicks it, tries to tears its cilia free with her teeth, claws its skin with her ragged, filthy fingernails. The alien does not react to the light, the hard air. When she reaches farther in to grasp the broken piece, a sphincter snaps shut on her wrist. Around her wrist is a bruise like a bracelet for what might be a week or two. The alien had the ability to stop her fist inside it, at any time. For a while, she measures time by bruises she gives herself. This is the only time she has ever gotten a reaction she understands. But there is never again the broken thing inside, and never the bracelet. Her eyes water helplessly and everything becomes glare and indistinct dark shapes. Its muscles, or what might be muscles, are rings and not strands. It has no bones, or perhaps it does and she cannot feel them.