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May. 5th, 2010 09:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaDan wasn't the only officer who had lost his lunch (breakfast, dinner from last night, and stomach bile) at the crime scene. Most of them had managed to stumble away from the body in order to do it, but there was stomach acid and half digested food pooled around the feet of the victim. Compared to mutilated bodies of the early 21st century or the ones before it would have been considered gruesome, but in the 22nd century murders were quick and clean. Dead bodies were discovered now and again but it was a matter of routine.
Nothing like the body that was sprawled in the dark (but not dingy) alleyway. It was a woman, and her feet were still clad in high heels, her legs still covered with dark Mylon (a fabric that had done away with Nylon nearly 500 years ago) a chic blue skirt suit starting at her knee and continuing upward. The suit was barely rumbled except at the top where the seam of the suit's fastener opened up to expose the woman's chest and the start of a dark gaping hole where hear heart should be. After that her neck rose creamy and pale until it ended in a mess.
Her head had been blown apart, bits of bone and teeth, blood, skin, and brain matter was splattered all over the ground and the alley's wall.
Dan tried very hard not to breathe, even if the white mask that covered his face contained a filtration unit that cleaned the air. Breathing would make him lose the rest of his stomach acid and possibly his sanity.
He had always thought brain matter would be pink, not grey. In the medical ebooks that every police officer had downloaded into their Pod the brain always looked like funny pink cauliflower. The only parts of this woman's brain that were pink were the bits soaked with blood.
Dan stumbled away to rip off his mask and vomit again.
Nothing like the body that was sprawled in the dark (but not dingy) alleyway. It was a woman, and her feet were still clad in high heels, her legs still covered with dark Mylon (a fabric that had done away with Nylon nearly 500 years ago) a chic blue skirt suit starting at her knee and continuing upward. The suit was barely rumbled except at the top where the seam of the suit's fastener opened up to expose the woman's chest and the start of a dark gaping hole where hear heart should be. After that her neck rose creamy and pale until it ended in a mess.
Her head had been blown apart, bits of bone and teeth, blood, skin, and brain matter was splattered all over the ground and the alley's wall.
Dan tried very hard not to breathe, even if the white mask that covered his face contained a filtration unit that cleaned the air. Breathing would make him lose the rest of his stomach acid and possibly his sanity.
He had always thought brain matter would be pink, not grey. In the medical ebooks that every police officer had downloaded into their Pod the brain always looked like funny pink cauliflower. The only parts of this woman's brain that were pink were the bits soaked with blood.
Dan stumbled away to rip off his mask and vomit again.
