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chest.
    “Aaaaahhh!” I yelped in shock.
    Jake’s face seemed to open up, to split open into a complex mess of valves. I think I would have thrown up, seeing that. Except that I, also, no longer had a mouth.
    At that very moment, I felt antennae explode from my forehead like impossibly long spears.
    I was shrinking as I morphed, falling, falling, falling down into the water, which had been around my thighs and was now around my neck.
    I had the terrifying sensation of knowing that all the bones inside my body were dissolving, as a hard, fingernail-like crust covered me all over.
    My human body was melting away.
    My human vision was fading. I could no longer see the way a human sees.
    Which was a good thing. Because I really did not want to see what I was becoming.

CHAPTER 7
    I think I might have just started screaming and never stopped. But I no longer had a mouth, or throat, or vocal cords capable of making sounds.
    I had four sets of legs. I had two huge pincers. I could see them, kind of. They were a fractured image in my lobster eyes. I couldn’t see much of the rest of me. But I could see other lobsters in the water.
    I was very frightened.
    Eat.
    Eat.
    Kill and eat.

    The lobster brain surfaced suddenly, bubbling up within my human awareness. It had two thoughts.
    Eat.
    Eat.
    Kill and eat.
    I was getting input from senses I couldn’t begin to understand. My extraordinarily long antennae felt water temperature, and water current, and vibration. But I didn’t know what any of it meant.
    My eyes were almost useless at first. They showed fractured, incredible images, with none of the colors I knew.
    I could see my pincers out in front of me. I could see my antennae. And behind me I could see a curved, brownish-blue surface, with humps and bumps on it.
    My body! I
realized with a sickening sensation. That was my back. My hard shell.
    I could not look down and see my belly, or the hairy swimmerets scurrying away, back beneath my tail. I could not see my eight spiderlike legs, but I could feel as they propelled me suddenly, scrabbling along the glass bottom of the tank.
     I called out.
     he said. He sounded shaky. Which was fine, because I was on the verge of crying. If lobsters could cry.
    
     I agreed. It was good being able to talk to him. I mean, you’d think you were losing your mind otherwise.
     Jake called.
     Ax answered.
     I said.
     Ax said wonderingly.
     I said.
     Jake said.
    I saw a lobster close by.
    The left pincer did not move. I realized this lobster had a rubber band around his pincer. None of us had rubber bands. Rubber bands were not a part of the lobster DNA.
    I saw a lobster to my left, unbanded. And another behind him. That was the three of us. There were half a dozen rubber-banded lobsters floating or just sitting.
     I said.
     Jake said.
     Ax commented.
     I said.
     Ax said.
    I saw him opening and closing them.
     Jake said.
     Ax said.
     I was surprised.
     Jake said.
     I