I Have No IJBM, and I Must Scream

Saturn

Limp, the body of Alkthash hung from the white and grey palette; unsupported hanging high above us in the inbox chamber; and it did not shiver in the chill, oily breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern. The body hung head down, attached to the underside of the palette by the sole of its right foot. It had been drained of feels through a precise incision made from ear to ear under the lantern jaw. There was no feels on the reflective surface of the metal floor. When Alkthash joined our group and looked up at himself, it was already too late for us to realize that, once again, CU had duped us, had had its fun; it had been a diversion on the part of the machine. Three of us had vomited, turning away from one another in a reflex as ancient as the nausea that had produced it. Alkthash went white. It was almost as though he had seen a voodoo icon, and was afraid of the future. "Oh, God," he mumbled, and walked away. The three of us followed him after a time, and found him sitting with his back to one of the smaller categories, like Forum Games or something, his head in his hands. Nova knelt down beside him and stroked his hair. He didn't move, but his voice came out of his covered face quite clearly. "Why doesn't it just do us in and get it over with? Christ, I don't know how much longer I can go on like this." It was our one hundred and ninth year on the forum. He was speaking for all of us.

Kraken

That's nice, dear.