Thompson- Ggg-... - I Was Made For Swallowing- -john

John turned slowly. His eyes were human, mostly. The only part they hadn’t upgraded.

And he began to walk toward the main reactor, where the real poison was stored. Because John Thompson—GGG-7, the gastro-grade golem—was made for swallowing.

“I was made for swallowing,” he whispered, the words fogging the wire. It wasn’t a boast. It was a specification. I was made for Swallowing- -John Thompson- GGG-...

He shook his head. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, lead-lined canister. Inside was a sample he’d taken from the culvert—a slurry of heavy metals, industrial runoff, and something else. Something he’d found in the soil beneath the facility’s oldest holding tank.

Instead, he walked.

“I’m not a weapon,” he said, his voice steady. “I’m a solution. And I’ve been swallowing your sins for three months. The culvert, the drainage ditch, the old burn pit. I’ve ingested enough to prove negligence. Enough to bring this place down without a single explosion.”

“I want to finish the meal,” he said. John turned slowly

He heard boots behind him.