Traveling down between parallel rows of white hexagons, wrong way teeth or endless tonsils filled with germs fractally filtered from either the blood of the mouth's owner, or the food that travels down it. The waste has collected in a crystalline pattern that seems to depart into the distance, but really is only explorable by optical (rather than expeditionary) tactics..     That afternoon, out of the dark machinery, one of the dead of the future arrived.