“That… that’s fucking disgusting.”

“It’s fascinating!”

“Of course you would think that. I’m not sure if that makes you just as disgusting or just fucking weird.”

“Think of the impact this will have on the world Jim. It will change everything we know about biology and neuroscience!”

“The only impact I’m thinking about that of my lunch hitting the floor when I throw it up.”

“Oh don’t be such a baby. It’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad? Not that bad! You have his head cut open and his fucking brain is full of worms. How is that not bad?”

“Well, for starters, his brains isn’t full of these worms. It’s made of them.”

“Come again?”

“The brain is actually a mass of worms. A colony if you will. We don’t yet know how they communicate. We do know that a giant version of the worm server as the spinal cord. You have to admit, it is fascinating.”

“No. The only thing I have to admit is that it’s disgusting.”

“Oh grow up Jim.”

“Grow up? You’re standing there, with the head of someone I once knew open and poking around in what use to be his brain and are telling me that they eat his brain and spinal cord and replace them with a giant morass of worms and I’m not supposed to be upset or grossed out by that? I knew him Cara! We went to school together and now he’s…. fuck, I don’t know what he is. He’s not him, I know that.”

“We aren’t sure if they actually eat the brain—”

“Now is not the time to nitpick.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. You didn’t kill him or remove his brain or replace it with… those. Just looking at that thing… moving, writhing like that is making me queasy.

Look, just bottom line it for me, do you know how to identify these things yet? Or better yet, kill them?”

“No. But I’m working on it.”