WE CALLED THEM GODS

Meet John. He has the Bleed. He needs a Violent Anchor and some Slurry because his Umbra is losing grip on reality. Let me translate the parasitic alien conciousness on his brain is failing. He needs a serious Zap to his dome so the parasite can reposition, re-anchor itself into John's pre-exisiting neurology. And the Slurry, well its just a drink that maximizes success of the treatment. Just a home made brew made in a blender from human organs with high mitochondria concentration. Fresh heart is best. The side effects of the Violent anchor are temporary. As the umbra gets snyg on John's cortex it can fire off pathways which lead to some lucid memories. A nuasance is all since he needs to get home to his daughter and he has to work. Ya he has a job. He is wealthy in fact. Arms dealer is a job that pays pretty well. John has had many jobs over the years though. Well he has been at it for 20,000 years in one incarnation or another. Becuase John isn't really John, He is his Umbra, one memeber of an alien consortium thats been marooned on earth for 20,000 years.

Jack was dying, now he is not. Thanks to some alien parasite hitchhiker who needs a ride. Much to the surprise of the alien parasite, Jack has the aility to resist its controls so a truce has been made until the situtation gets resolved. That doesnt mean they arent going to fight over who takes the wheel.