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