It doesn't take it long to reach a conclusion. You beat at the bug's carapaced face as it lunges at you, but its exoskeleton is as tough as fiberglass and barely ripples beneath your blows. Pinchers sheathed in the same organic armor clamp around your waist bringing your space-suit up to an array of mouthparts that scrabble across its smoothe surface greedy for your guts. The ant's mandibles though powerful as hydraulics can't crack the plated exterior of your suit and instead of sniping you in half, as had been its plan, the insect is forced to carry you back to its hive.
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Mary Jane looks down as she takes a short breather from her jog. Her eyes happen to focus on an ant carrying what appears to be an even tinier bug in its jaws. For a moment she allows her tennis shoe to hover over the pair. Maybe she'll grant the little guy a quick death now rather than the slow and gruesome one he'll no doubt receive back at the ant's hive. Mary Jane chides herself after just a moment -- 'one must let nature take its course.'
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Far below trapped in an unforgiving microcosm of hungry insects astronaut Mike Anders cries after the alien shoe. You struggle against the ant's jaws but they only lock tighter. 'If only, she'd have killed me,' you groan imagining the fate which lays before you now. The picture your mind creates, based on a smattering of nature videos, is not pleasant.
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