Existence Womb (47)

   
   "Existence Womb (47)"
    
   Dr. Luke had the appropriate surgical instruments, and some Moosehead lager; plus, could insert an injection of Lidocaine; moreover, Miriam let her melt-away herb-derived medicine do its best job--kill the pain, but she was fully conscious--in a Jim Morrison sense.  
   So, Luke began to delicately explore with scalpel's dance, not thinking a heavy Mastoid-type of surgery would be needed, or that the most likely extraterrestrial metal would be down-right detectable by anyone save alien/spook physicians; regardless, he found an object, nothing more than a millimeter in size, a thin, fishing line type of metallic substance, something akin to control or monitor--alien/spooks being bold on Biotelemetry; indeed, Miriam was marked by a bad beast of several sorts, and Luke surmised implanting a microscopic portion of Tungsten, which weighs more than lead, being as hard as Wolverine's skeletal system, resisting radiation of all sorts such as gamma rays--basically blocks with its harder than diamond structure, repelling even extraterrestrial varieties, having metaphysical might and mystical mojo.
   Miriam sipped on the cold lager through a mercurial imbibe of a pain-relieving straw, it was bendable and had colorful stripes--she burped a girlish giggle, Buck frowned weirdly as the observer, thinking this girl was becoming nuts; next, realizing, more importantly, she was learning to fight in her own way, like Joan of Arc, maybe not a Dark Night Doctor like Saint John of the Cross, but a corporeal warrior realizing she could wave and swing a blade adorned with five crosses and not prone to rust, the Queen of Swords, a Tarot thing; anyway, that weapon, like forged by French blacksmiths during the blood-spill of more ancient times, when a crazed yet mystical girl became something like unto a lambent flame and forever eternal.