The Morbidly Obese Ninja

The Morbidly Obese Ninja by Carlton Mellick III Read Free Book Online

Book: The Morbidly Obese Ninja by Carlton Mellick III Read Free Book Online
Authors: Carlton Mellick III
Everything counted on Chiya getting the controls fixed. He could see the ground beginning to come into view. It was getting bigger and bigger. They were going down fast.
    “Hurry,” Basu said.
    Chiya’s fingers were slippery with blood as she pulled out electrical components and rearranged wires. It didn’t seem to Basu that she was making any progress at all.
    “It’ll be just a second,” she said.
    Basu could see the details of the ground now. He could see the miles of garbage that had piled up. There were mountains of green garbage bags, crushed vehicles, building debris, and even dead bodies that had been tossed out of windows by uncaring family members.
    Basu grunted down at Chiya.
    “Got it,” she said.
    Chiya jumped up to the controls and pulled back on the wheel. Basu balanced himself as the hover-bus straightened out.
    “We’re not going to make it,” Chiya said as she saw the mountains of garbage coming at her.
    “Shut up,” Basu said.
    The hover-bus rammed through a peak of trash and they both jerked backward. The wheel slipped out of Chiya’s bloody fingers and she fell on her knees. Basu grabbed the wheel and tried to straighten the vehicle. It hit another mountain of garbage and then flipped onto its side.
    Chiya screamed as she was tossed against a wall, breaking her wrist and pulverizing three ribs.
    Basu was able to keep his balance as the hover-bus hit a level plateau of garbage. The trash was so compressed that it was as solid as concrete. The front of the bus hit first, crushing the hood on impact and launching it into a roll. Sparks flew into the air as the bus spiraled across the plateau. It fell off of the edge and tumbled down a jagged slope into a basin.

Basu pulled debris out of his folds of fat. The windshield had broken open and filled the cockpit with decades-old trash. His nostrils quivered with the scent of salty mold and tangy copper. He stood up and examined his iKatana, making sure that it was still working adequately.
    He saw Chiya laying in a mess of broken dinner plates and petrified diapers. She was crinkled like newspaper, bones broken in so many places that they looked saw-like. Her arms were twisted into a knot. Her chest was caved in.
    In order to make animese people more lightweight, cosmetic surgeons reduced the density of their bones. This made them lighter and more flexible, but it also made them a lot more fragile.
    Chiya only had a few minutes left. Basu put her ragdoll hand into his and kissed her on her forehead with his thick crusty lips.
    “I always thought I could change you,” she said, her voice rough and whispery. It sounded like she had butterfly wings in her vocal chords. “I always thought I could cure you, get you back into shape. I always thought I could be with my Keigo again.”
    Basu grunted at her.
    “If only I had my Keigo back . . .” she said. “ He would have been willing to make a change and leave this city with me.”
    Basu grunted softly.
    “But there’s no changing Basu,” she said. “There’s no changing this fat piece of shit.”
    He held her crumpled hand and waited for her to die. As he stared into her big wet eyes, he wondered what she saw when she looked at him. They’d known each other for a long time, but they never really spoke to each other much. The rare occasions that they spent the night together, they mostly just sat in silence. It was as if Chiya had filled in her own conversations during those silent moments. It was as if Chiya had been in a serious relationship with him for years, but she was the only one who knew about it.
    As consciousness dripped out of her anime eyes, all Basu could do to comfort her was grunt.

    Outside the wrecked hover-bus, the air was thick. Basu looked above him. The buildings stretched so far up that he couldn’t see any sky beyond them. The lighting was very dim, but Basu was still able to see everything clearly. There were many lights in the buildings three hundred feet up, but the

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