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"Biological test two." Glen said into her recorder as Asriel opened the study door for Jeff. "I'll be at the arcade if you need anymore help!" "Heck, yeah!" Jeff the slime said, bouncing several times as the card remained balanced on his head. "Thanks, Jeff." Asriel said, setting the slime on the ground along with a small plastic card. Each time, the ichor moved toward the box with the creature, despite having no outside evidence of which box contained it. They repeated the experiment a few more times, eventually putting the mouse back in the cage above the mantle and replacing it with a lizard, a frog, and finally a small slime who'd volunteered eagerly for the experiment. She opened the box to reveal the occupant, a small brown mouse that stared warily up at her. Glen pushed the boxes up against the jar, only for the ichor to clearly move toward one of the boxes. "Right." Asriel picked up the three boxes he'd brought with him and set them around the jar of ichor. "Right." Glen said, "Moving on to biological test one. The ichor moved toward his hand again, but once he pulled his hand back, the ichor settled once again. Startled, the young man snatched his hand back.Ĭhuckling, Glen said, "Oh, it likes you, Asriel."Īsriel made a face at Glen before setting a small ordinary rock beside the jar. The ichor threw itself against the side of the jar toward the young man's hand like a snake leaping at a particularly juicy mouse. The young white-furred man with short goat-like horns put his hand beside the jar. Glen glanced up at her companion and nodded. The ichor inside settled, bubbling softly as though simmering. "Substance reacts to people and objects with innate radiance." Glen said, moving the luminite away from the jar.
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Glen then repeated the test, this time placing a small piece of luminite beside the jar to the same result. The ichor immediately moved away from her hand as far as the jar allowed, just as it had recoiled from the light. "Substance is photosensitive." Glen said before put her hand on the side of the jar. When Glen moved the light to cover only part of the jar, the ichor invariably moved to avoid it. Shining the light at the jar caused the ichor to violently thrash about with enough force to shake the jar. She sifted through the mess on her deck for a few moments before producing a small flashlight. "All right." Glen said, "Through previous tests, we've discovered that ichor with a mass greater than one-hundred and forty grams exhibits behavior suggesting life, perhaps even some manner of intelligence. Nodding, she tapped the record button on a small tape recorder and lifted a small microphone to her mouth. She'd been experimenting with the substance she'd come to call 'the ichor' during what little spare time she had during the past few months. Glenda Adams Soleil, interdimensional troublemaker and Dreamer, stared at the jar with the intensity known only to artists and certain raincoat-wearing lieutenant detectives. Even now, it would occasionally thrash about as though testing the walls of its glass prison. The metal lid was firmly clamped on the mouth of the jar, and for good reason the goo had proven strangely adept in escaping containment in the past, somehow managing to pop, unscrew, and in one case melt the lids of its previous containers. If anything, the jar felt strangely cold to everyone who touched it. The black goo had the consistency of hot tar, yet it gave off no heat. The jar sat on the lone clean spot on top of the desk, making it look as though the mess of papers, cola bottles, and wireless game pads were keeping their distance from the jar and its ominous occupant.