I Was Made For Swallowing- -john Thompson- Ggg-... [ Legit ]

He heard boots behind him.

But wars ended. Contracts dried up. And John, with his eerily calm digestion and his empty, metallic-smelling breath, became a liability. A living trash can with a pension plan. I was made for Swallowing- -John Thompson- GGG-...

Three months ago, he’d been a name on a decommissioning list. Project GGG—Gastro-Grade Golem—had been a military experiment to create the ultimate logistical asset. A human-shaped vessel that could ingest, store, and neutralize any substance: toxic waste, expired munitions, biological hazards. His stomach was a layered polymer vault, his esophagus a reinforced one-way valve, his saliva a catalytic solvent. They’d built him to swallow the unspeakable so no one else had to. He heard boots behind him

She frowned. “You want to swallow a bomb? Yourself?” and neutralize any substance: toxic waste