From inside, something stepped out. It wore Clucky One’s feathers like a coat. It had Elara’s face, but the eyes were sideways, like a bird’s. It did not cluck. It smiled.
The last thing Elara saw was the CHKN Extractor powering up on its own, its glass chamber open and waiting.
Clucky Two went in next. Same red feathers, same stupid sideways glance. The machine hummed, rattled, and produced a second golden vial. Inside the chamber, Clucky Two did not mew. It unfurled a long, segmented limb and pressed it against the glass. Its skin was smooth, wet, and the color of a deep bruise. Where its beak had been, there was now a circular, toothless mouth that pulsed gently.