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(Being a fat fuck and allowing yourself to smell like a fat fuck is two different things. That's like saying a supermodel is so hot and attractive, you'd lick her asshole, when in actuality, she not only has aids, but her butt-hole is crusted with warts and pustules bursting with green pus, shit and yellowish milky blood.)


The globule of particles and smoke like smaller bits, surges towards the human gore which consisted of a bottom jaw and tongue, which belonged to some one who had been violent taken by the dark Nebula; which after ejecting the smaller cloud (this node was a part of itself that dealt with internal functions in a fixed area), went about it's business of finding mere bits (people) to facilitate complex functions in maintaining order within it's body, enabling it to evolve.
But the smaller cloud that was left in the Observation room, was no more complicated than a fish, with the only difference of it having the ability to evolve each time it came in contact with complex biological systems. But, the human remains the smaller cloud found, belonged to a pleasant member of Destiny's crew, who lost the top half of their head first, and then the rest of the body leaving the bottom of the face (the lower jaw and tongue).
And this was done for two reasons, firstly, the original nebula beast wanting to save the brain since the Nebula beast knew that the top of the mere bits skulls contained the electrical complexity which necessitates decision making, and this it did before being bothered with the other components of the mere bits which wasn't as complex and capable of doing complicated task; and secondly; it wanted to distract the part of itself which had become viral, which it ejected and left on the Observation deck, hoping it would use up it's remaining energy and pop out of existence or simply lose coherence, but in case it didn't lose coherence, and turned out to be complex enough to find it's way back to the nexus of the Nebula beast, the original entity used a distraction.
Interestingly, this distraction was the second part of an event which occurred before on thousands of alien vessels over the eons the Nebula beast existed. But, the event never had survivors who could reflect upon what they'd seen, until now: Though from the view point of this particular survivor, it was the most horrible and frightening thing they'd ever beheld, at least, it was up to that point, since Jessica and Paul suffered horrors far worst than what they'd seen behind the subspace barrier Destiny generated to protect them. And yet, a truer observer would have to be the one that felt it; the changing in the twinkling of an eye of their physicality; from the physical to the substrata virtual.
The actual event (the EVENT in the sense of being a participant in one's cessation as a human being, rather than being an observer of the one being taken) or the taking of the unfortunate owner of the lower jaw and tongue, occurred within a blink of an eye, thus, the person who was taken, was dismantled on the molecular level, and stored before they even registered the attack.
The dismantling, or ripping away of the brain was almost surgical; the Nebula beast particles surged into the person's nose and top half of her face (this unfortunate person was formerly Rebeca Gleason a civilian and computer genius. She'd worked closely with Eli on developing a data reservoir within the ocean that is Destiny's mainframe; in the hope they'd be able to store data which they had brought with them from earth. Paul Howard knew here well since she was also a smut peddler.), and Rebeca Gleason knew no more the joys of humanity, but instead existed as a value within an actual transitional subset of space time; delegating routines and task for an incredibly old entity, that may or may not have been an actual node in an even more complex entity.


(More to Come, SAVE SGU YOUS GLEE FAGS!)