SF Drabble #410 "Gone In Sixty Seconds"

"What the hell!" Yung's voice sounded over the helmet radio.

"What is it?"

"I was taking a sample of that pond of green goo in grid eighty-two and it grabbed me."

"What grabbed you? What do—"

"The pond. It grabbed me. It's a pseudopod of… I don't know, like, green molasses in a balloon. I'm trying to cut it away with the digger but I can't seem to pierce the…"

"…Yung? What's happening? We're on our way."

"Okay. Hurry. It's pulling me towards it now, it has me by both legs."

"We're coming."

"I don't think it's a pond, guys."