PicoWriMo

About 400 words... this is partly older ones, partly new :)

Rodney looked slightly ill. "Radek, look here -"

"What?"

Radek tried to peer into the murky console interior to what Rodney was pointing out with his flashlight. There was a long, jagged fracture across the dingy coil of something less like metal than... unfleshlike flesh. Uncannily if vaguely like a tear across some sort of unknown and unthinkable... he couldn't help but think it, muscle. Black and scabby, pockmarked and oddly...

"Putrescent," Daniel murmured.

One could always count of Doctor Jackson for the words, Radek thought -

"Like some form of decomposing organic technology. "

- could always count on him for words that would bring up an image they didn't want to think about.

"Or synthetic biology," he offered, as a somewhat less not-to-be-thought-about idea.

"But very very dead and not so very decayed."

"Yes," Rodney's face, in the dim light, looked even more ill, he obviously and for once agreed with Radek. "That's not it - though thank you for that image."

I've found some piccies that I am using for alien inspiration, may put them up tomorrow :)