It happened in less than a second. The boots collapsed inward—not like a crumpling can, but like something had grabbed the soles and yanked them toward the deck plates. The man screamed, a wet, gurgling sound, and fell forward. His hands slapped the floor, and his fingers… flattened. They spread into pink, bloodless pancakes against the metal, the bones cracking like dry twigs under an invisible press.
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Behind him, over the ship’s intercom, the Captain’s voice was calm but final: “All hands, brace for sudden compression event. This is not a drill.” bloodless pancakes against the metal