The slime had been a problem. “It’s not slime. It’s a podal lubricant and message deposition vehicle.” With some saliva mixed in. When you ate with your feet, it was hard not to leave a bit of drool around. Even in these sterile metal corridors. Even when your heart was broken. Irredeemably broken.
The Clan Chronicles: Tales from Plexis
About the story: Slugs in space!
Written specifically for a Julie Czerneda anthology.