Late lunch

I walked over to the half-seal, half-Wayne Robertson hybrid thing and sat down. It grinned blithely at me, then dropped its head back and tried to catch the rain in its mouth. I scrutinized it for any speck of familiarity and found nothing.

“I definitely see a resemblance in the nose,” Spegg said.

“Yeah, you’re hilar—” I broke off, frowning at Spegg who was standing in the rain, peeling away the corner of a silvery package. He smiled and took a bite of a dark brown rectangle inside.

“Fish food?” I said, pulling my jacket hood over my head.

“LMO supplement.”

“Looks like a chocolate Pop-Tart.”

Spegg shrugged and took another bite.

“Give me some of that. I’m starving.”

“You don’t want it.”

“Yes I do.” I got up.

“Alright, then.” Spegg waved the package under my nose and I recoiled from the smell, even with a busted nose.

“Christ, it smells like a corpse!”

“Told you.” Spegg held the bar in his mouth and fished around in his pocket for something. “Eat,” he said, and tossed me a Ziplock baggie stuffed with raw bacon.

I opened it and cringed. “Jesus, Spegg. It’s not even cooked. How long have you had this in your pocket?”

“Twelve hours.”

“Disgusting,” I said, and pitched the bag on the ground. Suddenly the seal LMO hooted, leaped up from his seat, and pounced—devouring the bacon in one swift bite—bag included. It grunted, rooting around in the snow, sniffing and licking the ground for any last remnant of flavor.

“Wow. We’ve got a real winner here, Fish. A veritable Einstein.”

Spegg bit off another chunk of the supplement bar, then tossed the rest on the ground. The beast ravaged it.

“They’re all like this in the beginning. He must be Enlightened before he is of any use to us.”

“And how exactly do we do that?”

Spegg brushed a few crumbs off his chest and shrugged. “I have no idea.”