The Fly Page #7

And it's been accelerating.

It's unrelenting.

Every day there are changes.

Every time I look in the mirror,

I'm someone different, repulsive.

What happened?

I know an old lady who swallowed a fly

Perhaps she'll die

Seth, please.

I was not pure. The teleporter

insists on purity. I was not pure.

I don't know what you mean.

A fly...

...got into the transmitter pod with

me that first time when I was alone.

The computer got confused.

There weren't supposed

to be two genetic patterns.

And it decided to splice us together.

It mated us, me and the fly.

We hadn't been properly introduced.

My teleporter turned

into a gene splicer.

A very good one.

I'm not Seth Brundle anymore.

I'm the offspring

of Brundle and a housefly.

Oh, God. Oh, God, Seth!

You look so pretty.

What will happen?

I think it's showing itself

as a bizarre form of cancer.

General cellular chaos and revolution.

I'm just gonna disintegrate.

In a novel way, no doubt.

Then I'll die.

- And then it will be over.

- No, I don't accept that.

There must be something we can do,

someone to go to, tests to be done.

No! I won't be

just another tumorous bore...

...talking about his hair falling out

and his lost lymph nodes.

What do you want me to do?

Why did you call me?

Oh!

Oh.

That's disgusting.

My...

...ear. No!

I'm scared.

Help me.

Please, please, help me.

- Don't go back to him.

- That's it?

That's your advice?

It could be contagious.

It could become an epidemic.

I have to go back to him.

- I don't believe this.

- If you saw him, Stathis....

If you saw how scared and angry

and desperate he is...

I'm sure Typhoid Mary was nice

when you saw her socially.

- I do not want...

- I don't care!

All right, fine, okay.

Do I have permission to claim

your body when this is over?

Oh, God....

Look, how about this?

You say, if only I saw him.

Show me.

Tape him. Show me.

Let me think about it.

I'll come up with something.

Seth?

Seth?

No, no, no. Up here.

I've gotten pretty good at it.

Yeah, it's almost second nature.

I stopped biting my nails.

Look at this. What's this?

I don't know.

I seem to be stricken by a disease

with a purpose, wouldn't you say?

Maybe not such a bad disease

after all.

I can't stay.

No, no, no.

Why not? Why can't you?

I can't take it. It's too much.

Why? The disease

has revealed its purpose.

We don't have to worry about

contagion. I know what it wants.

What does it want?

It wants to turn me

into something else.

Most people would give anything

to be something else.

Turned into what?

What do you think, a fly?

Am I becoming a 185-pound fly?

No, I'm becoming something

that never existed.

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