- Location
- United States
Well I do love some body-horror, so I pick the Crimson.
Astrocytoma (A Young Justice/Justice League Terraria Crossover Self Insert)
- Thread starter Black-Aengel-01
- Start date
- Crossover Fantasy Horror
- Pronouns
- He
Give me my self hateing MEAT, paint me red with the CRIMSON.
GamingandReading
Browses and Replies With Haste
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Oh, corruption definitely. You can then have The Champion say something cool regarding corruption and stuff.
ASumatranTiger
Why wasn't the chicken able to cross the road?
- Location
- In a house
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I pick corruption, because of the cursed flames, and that it has a groovy theme song lol
- Location
- In the Space between Spaces
Thus the Corruption has cometh...
Perks and abilities lost due to not deciding on the Crimson:
Physical Perks
Perks and abilities lost due to not deciding on the Crimson:
Physical Perks
- Extreme Regeneration.
- Great Strength.
- Protean. You are your flesh as much as it is you. There is no form you cannot take, whether man, woman, beast or horror.
- Grand Telekinesis.
- Teleportation.
- Life Leech.
- Abyssal Red. As an Old God you predate simplistic notions such as the Red. Under your antedeluvian heritage it twists and contourts with no room to resist your domain.
- Haemomancy.
- Carnimancy.
- God Blood. Ichor is the Blood of Gods. That is your absolution. Your blood allowes you to bypass much of the price of magic.
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Chapter 1 Part 2
- Location
- In the Space between Spaces
Chapter 1
Part 2
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There were ten genomorphs dead on the ground. Uphilex slumped on the wall, greenish black blood pooling out of his eyes, mouth, ears and respiratory pores and convulsing in a manner that spoke of mere flickers of synaptic reflexes. But he was dead.
One G-Gnome was attacking a fellow's remains, biting and scratching and mangling with its hands and teeth.
A researcher was on the ground, bleeding from her nose and the man next to her had rolled into the foetal position, weeping in unintelligible sounds. "Get another containment box and a Blank canister now!" The voice of Sportsmaster could be heard, shouting his orders to the nearby researchers and assassins to re-contain the object.
The source of all the distress, a simple fleshy orb that had spontaneously grown twice its size and shattered the containment device that it was suspended in.
Dr Desmond stopped looking at the day old camera feed and turned to his right, looking past the many, many anti-psychic blocks that were arranged around the object.
There, suspended and place locked by anti-gravity fields, and sealed within multiple reinforced glass casings was a small orb of chitinous matter. Silent and unmoving. But Dr Desmond knew it was anything but inactive if the constant red and yellow beeping lights from the blocks were any indication.
Another researcher had been the victim of a psychic attack from the sample just days earlier, an ability that if the reports are to be believed, it did not possess up until that point, and Desmond had his theories… troublesome ones at that.
All this meant that everyone that had to work with this thing from now on had to wear protective anti-psychic equipment and take mnemetic prescriptions and have the G-Gnomes screen their minds every now and then to ensure that they are not affected by the Sample's compulsions.
It was annoying, but not something too extraordinary, given that there were similar conditions during the early days of genomorph development. Desmond remembers quite a few blunders with the psychic genomorphs, but good thing that those days happened.
It meant that they were more prepared for this day, plus, with the supply of Blank that their provider supplied them, Desmond hoped that the number of incidents would be minimal.
At least this would provide him with a distraction after the abysmal failure of Project Match. As enraged as he was with the failure of that project that the board of Directors were so eagerly interested in, he had to give the biomancer in his research staff his credit.
If he had not provided his expertise, then Cadmus would still be in the first stages of that particularly troublesome assignment. Kryptonian gene sequences are truly a challenging feat to replicate. Especially since they do not have actual DNA and it works through poorly understood biochemistry. It should have been obvious that they would miss something.
But enough is enough, and Dr Desmond had to focus on the Astral Flesh research.
"Alright…" he said, half to himself and half to the malevolent mass of tissue not too far off from him, as he adjusted his psi-protection circlet. "Let us see what secrets I can get out of you."
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Six months later…
Dr Desmond was rather optimistic today, even if his facial features rarely, if ever showed it. To be honest, he has been rather happy these last couple of days. Few things pleased him more than getting a couple of breakthroughs in rapid succession. It also brought up the morale of his researchers and thus everyone was slightly more willing to do work and overlook that usual dangers that this kind of job entailed.
As he strode down Passage 205 he looked at the containment chambers to his right and hummed a satisfied sound.
The Astral Samples were a wellspring of new discoveries and boons that few could deny. Even if he was unable to fully grasp the insanity that was Astral Flesh –or the nature of the Blank Particles-, he did not mind. He had long since passed over the notion of it bothering him.
Astral God Flesh was after all, something that defied physics and if the intelligence reports he was privy to told that not even civilizations with thousands of years more advancement in the field of science could not make sense of the absurdity that was Astral Tissue.
It was comprised of two types of cells; Type 1 and Type 2, with usually a one to twenty ratio mass.
Type 2 were the most down to earth of the two cell structures. If one could ignore that something like that should not even be alive in the first place. And in a manner of speaking, it was. The moment any Type 2 mass was disconnected from the Type 1 core, the cells within would quickly die. As it turned out, the Type 2 cells acted as the external tissue and took the role of all external and peripheral functions of the organism.
While the Type 1 cells were the true source of the impossibility of this thing. The Type 1 tissue did not experience senescence, had no need of sustenance what so ever and most impossible of all, could generate matter to grow when there was a lack of resources for its cells to replicate.
Furthermore, it could evolve very rapidly if stressed sufficiently, and most worryingly, replicate and absorb abilities from other organisms.
All these traits made it a very difficult to contain entity… or rather set of entities.
As it turned out, the original sample was not merely a single entity. There were at least three semi-independent 'minds' within the half pound mass of tissue, each had its own shine -yes, the Type 1 cells have a habit of glowing, with independent entities glowing a unique colour frequency- and each having its own… personality and power. And each was trying to consume the other, but were too evenly matched to succeed.
It turns out that the incident six months ago bestowed the Astral Flesh mass with the powers of the genomorphs it had psychically killed. But it was not distributed throughout the entire sample.
Desmond looked into the first containment chamber, this one bereft of any anti-psychic grid blocks. He leaned over and watched the first creature.
The once lab mouse, now a silver and blue creature walked inside its enclosure, regurgitating its strange azure flames at the walls, at the glass and at everything that was in front of it. Of the three separated specimens, Alpha was both the most resource intensive to contain and the most aggressive.
The cat sized thing's six cyan eyes turned to the glass, and without missing a beat, it unleashed another gout of fire at the pane.
Desmond had to snort in mild exasperation and amusement.
Containment procedures were enacted daily because of the continuous damage it did to its enclosure. However, it was the most important of the three other samples as it had the easiest powers to handle, and thus the least dangerous when conducting tests.
Desmond looked at the next containment facility and noted with a knowing frown that this creature was much more dangerous.
The one dubbed Beta was one of the inheritors of the powers of the Genomorphs. A telepath, and an insidious one at that. The rat that it once was looked like something between a small dog and a rabbit, but with no hair and instead of it a coral like skin tissue that constantly changed colour from black to yellow in waving patterns starting from its head and ending in its tail. Of the three creatures, this one looked the least dangerous. However that was a disguise it used to lull its prey into a false sense of security… if it even thought of it.
It has used its telepathic abilities to have members of staff release it or provide it sustenance, with it being live subjects. That particularly nasty incident when one of the psi-blocks flickered was recorded in history as a cautionary tale that despite its somewhat harmless appearance, it was still an extremely aggressive creature and should be regarded as such and to keep all security and containment systems as well maintained as possible.
Desmond himself had to remain at his home for nearly a month after Blank exposure, and it was not a pleasant experience. That poison may not be too lethal to humans, but it did not mean the symptoms were particularly bearable.
However, the last creature was most fascinating to the aged scientist's eyes.
Of the three subjects, it was the most disgusting in its appearance, resembling a giant rat with rows of green and purple eyes running across its back, with its skin resembling necrotic tissue. It also was the other whom inherited genomorph powers, with it being telekinesis, and a manner of telekinetic flight.
But what made Gamma so interesting was not its appearance, or power set. Desmond looked at it and the creature immediately stopped what it was doing and focused half its eyes on the Dr, with the other half keeping a constant eye on the places where actuator limbs emerged from.
It changed its posture and faced the Dr directly, scanning him, watching… and plotting. Of the three, Gamma was by far the most intelligent of the astral flesh samples.
Aside from the constant low saturation of Blank Particles that the creatures were exposed to inhibit their evolutionary rate, every day their chamber would be flooded with high amounts of Blank particles, more than enough to cause a significant loss of body mass to the creatures as their would constantly keep generating matter and gaining mass without end.
However, Gamma figured out the reason why the staff performed these daily routines and decided that it would stop growing. As simple as that. Without growing more mass, the daily injection of Blank was unnecessary and the creature would not be subjected to what is a quite obviously painful process.
But that was not the only act of shrewdness it did. At some point it learned how to break the actuator components through telekinesis and almost managed to seal the Blank injection system.
After that there had to be many more security updates for its enclosure.
A clever little thing, and something that got the attention of more than one scientist working on the Star Flesh projects. However, all that it would do is prove that this sample was indeed an aberration to the standard model.
Samples cut off from the Gamma creature did not show the intelligence of their primogenitor, and instead acted like the other two samples, trying to either escape through crude and violent means or simply outright aggression.
Pure instinct and nothing else.
Gamma was intelligent however. Far more so than its kin and if Desmond had a say in things, it was waiting, and planning for the right moment to make an escape. Desmond was sure that one day it may be able to make a run for it, but he had more than taken every precaution he could to ensure that if that eventuality were to ever occur, then the entire facility would be flooded with extreme amounts of Blank… among other failsafes.
That was why Gamma was considered a highly prized sample, and one that may remain in storage indefinitely until it could be understood why its intelligence is above the rest of its kind. Sadly, they could not store it in cryo.
Last sample they did that with changed its biology to function through a liquid medium that could not be frozen. And then it broke containment and killed three members of staff before it could be doused in Blank.
An annoying trend with these things that if not constantly being exposed to low levels of Blank particles it would evolve eventually to perfectly deal with its environment.
The sound of automatic doors sliding open and Dr Desmond turned to look at the new member of the room. Mr Sanguine. The biomancer assigned to the Cadmus site.
Desmond did not believe for a second that the man's surname was actually Sanguine, but, he had earned his moment grandeur, and if the sorcerer wanted his name to be the most exaggerated opulent display of his arrogance, then let it.
"Dr Desmond." The tall blond man greeted with his red eyes shining slightly in the somewhat dim room.
"What is it Mr Sanguine? Found something worth interrupting me during my recess?"
The biomancer grinned. "Yes I have." He then procured a file with several documents and papers within and handed it to Dr Desmond.
Frowning, the scientist took the stack of papers and began to read the details. He skimmed over the esoteric stuff and focused on the physical. While Desmond knew his bit with working with the biomancer, he did not have the patience or temperament to deal with the mystical. Not much of it anyway, he could at least create alchemical compounds with a bit of pre-arranged substances, some simple rituals and his own in-depth understanding of chemistry and biology. But as he kept reading, his eyes slowly grew wider. "This…" Desmond looked up from the papers. "You want to forcibly bind Astral Type One cells to the Red?"
The sorcerer ignored the look of incredulity that the scientist was throwing his way and explained. "You know that Astral cells are uniquely capable of defying all laws of biology and physics." He said. "I want to use that for a project that may make our board of directors very happy." The man gestured to the files so that Desmond kept reading. So the scientist did.
Eventually realization dawned on the man, and the biomancer had to grin at his colleague's own slight smirk. "I take it back. This may just work." Astral Cells had a strange form of weakness to Blank, but what they did not know up until a few days ago was that Astral Cells of the first Type, if they could be exposed to the right and balanced quantity of Blank for a very specific amount of time, it could cause them to devolve and lose all of their logic defying abilities.
At least for some time.
The cells would restore and start to proliferate after a day of inactivity. But the new sample that would come from that would be weaker than its progenitor and would lack any obvert abilities that its progenitor had.
The sorcerer grinned. "If we can forcibly overpower the cells' paranatural nature and bind it to the Red during that period of torpor, we may just be able to tame the cells to our purpose."
"And use them as a patchwork system to fill in the kryptonian gene sequences with either human or artificially created DNA in a way that may create a functional hybrid." Finished Desmond in realization.
A pregnant moment of silence, and then Desmond handed the man the file back, but did not reject the ideas within. "I take it that you approve, Dr?"
The scientist nodded. "Get tangible results within the next week and we will see if your idea has merit." Dr Desmond stated. "If should your work yield satisfactory results then we will move ahead with Project Kr, as a proof of concept."
And then recreate Match from the ground up.
Mr Sanguine smiled, then made a quick bow. "It shall be done, Dr Desmond."
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Part 2
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There were ten genomorphs dead on the ground. Uphilex slumped on the wall, greenish black blood pooling out of his eyes, mouth, ears and respiratory pores and convulsing in a manner that spoke of mere flickers of synaptic reflexes. But he was dead.
One G-Gnome was attacking a fellow's remains, biting and scratching and mangling with its hands and teeth.
A researcher was on the ground, bleeding from her nose and the man next to her had rolled into the foetal position, weeping in unintelligible sounds. "Get another containment box and a Blank canister now!" The voice of Sportsmaster could be heard, shouting his orders to the nearby researchers and assassins to re-contain the object.
The source of all the distress, a simple fleshy orb that had spontaneously grown twice its size and shattered the containment device that it was suspended in.
Dr Desmond stopped looking at the day old camera feed and turned to his right, looking past the many, many anti-psychic blocks that were arranged around the object.
There, suspended and place locked by anti-gravity fields, and sealed within multiple reinforced glass casings was a small orb of chitinous matter. Silent and unmoving. But Dr Desmond knew it was anything but inactive if the constant red and yellow beeping lights from the blocks were any indication.
Another researcher had been the victim of a psychic attack from the sample just days earlier, an ability that if the reports are to be believed, it did not possess up until that point, and Desmond had his theories… troublesome ones at that.
All this meant that everyone that had to work with this thing from now on had to wear protective anti-psychic equipment and take mnemetic prescriptions and have the G-Gnomes screen their minds every now and then to ensure that they are not affected by the Sample's compulsions.
It was annoying, but not something too extraordinary, given that there were similar conditions during the early days of genomorph development. Desmond remembers quite a few blunders with the psychic genomorphs, but good thing that those days happened.
It meant that they were more prepared for this day, plus, with the supply of Blank that their provider supplied them, Desmond hoped that the number of incidents would be minimal.
At least this would provide him with a distraction after the abysmal failure of Project Match. As enraged as he was with the failure of that project that the board of Directors were so eagerly interested in, he had to give the biomancer in his research staff his credit.
If he had not provided his expertise, then Cadmus would still be in the first stages of that particularly troublesome assignment. Kryptonian gene sequences are truly a challenging feat to replicate. Especially since they do not have actual DNA and it works through poorly understood biochemistry. It should have been obvious that they would miss something.
But enough is enough, and Dr Desmond had to focus on the Astral Flesh research.
"Alright…" he said, half to himself and half to the malevolent mass of tissue not too far off from him, as he adjusted his psi-protection circlet. "Let us see what secrets I can get out of you."
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Six months later…
Dr Desmond was rather optimistic today, even if his facial features rarely, if ever showed it. To be honest, he has been rather happy these last couple of days. Few things pleased him more than getting a couple of breakthroughs in rapid succession. It also brought up the morale of his researchers and thus everyone was slightly more willing to do work and overlook that usual dangers that this kind of job entailed.
As he strode down Passage 205 he looked at the containment chambers to his right and hummed a satisfied sound.
The Astral Samples were a wellspring of new discoveries and boons that few could deny. Even if he was unable to fully grasp the insanity that was Astral Flesh –or the nature of the Blank Particles-, he did not mind. He had long since passed over the notion of it bothering him.
Astral God Flesh was after all, something that defied physics and if the intelligence reports he was privy to told that not even civilizations with thousands of years more advancement in the field of science could not make sense of the absurdity that was Astral Tissue.
It was comprised of two types of cells; Type 1 and Type 2, with usually a one to twenty ratio mass.
Type 2 were the most down to earth of the two cell structures. If one could ignore that something like that should not even be alive in the first place. And in a manner of speaking, it was. The moment any Type 2 mass was disconnected from the Type 1 core, the cells within would quickly die. As it turned out, the Type 2 cells acted as the external tissue and took the role of all external and peripheral functions of the organism.
While the Type 1 cells were the true source of the impossibility of this thing. The Type 1 tissue did not experience senescence, had no need of sustenance what so ever and most impossible of all, could generate matter to grow when there was a lack of resources for its cells to replicate.
Furthermore, it could evolve very rapidly if stressed sufficiently, and most worryingly, replicate and absorb abilities from other organisms.
All these traits made it a very difficult to contain entity… or rather set of entities.
As it turned out, the original sample was not merely a single entity. There were at least three semi-independent 'minds' within the half pound mass of tissue, each had its own shine -yes, the Type 1 cells have a habit of glowing, with independent entities glowing a unique colour frequency- and each having its own… personality and power. And each was trying to consume the other, but were too evenly matched to succeed.
It turns out that the incident six months ago bestowed the Astral Flesh mass with the powers of the genomorphs it had psychically killed. But it was not distributed throughout the entire sample.
Desmond looked into the first containment chamber, this one bereft of any anti-psychic grid blocks. He leaned over and watched the first creature.
The once lab mouse, now a silver and blue creature walked inside its enclosure, regurgitating its strange azure flames at the walls, at the glass and at everything that was in front of it. Of the three separated specimens, Alpha was both the most resource intensive to contain and the most aggressive.
The cat sized thing's six cyan eyes turned to the glass, and without missing a beat, it unleashed another gout of fire at the pane.
Desmond had to snort in mild exasperation and amusement.
Containment procedures were enacted daily because of the continuous damage it did to its enclosure. However, it was the most important of the three other samples as it had the easiest powers to handle, and thus the least dangerous when conducting tests.
Desmond looked at the next containment facility and noted with a knowing frown that this creature was much more dangerous.
The one dubbed Beta was one of the inheritors of the powers of the Genomorphs. A telepath, and an insidious one at that. The rat that it once was looked like something between a small dog and a rabbit, but with no hair and instead of it a coral like skin tissue that constantly changed colour from black to yellow in waving patterns starting from its head and ending in its tail. Of the three creatures, this one looked the least dangerous. However that was a disguise it used to lull its prey into a false sense of security… if it even thought of it.
It has used its telepathic abilities to have members of staff release it or provide it sustenance, with it being live subjects. That particularly nasty incident when one of the psi-blocks flickered was recorded in history as a cautionary tale that despite its somewhat harmless appearance, it was still an extremely aggressive creature and should be regarded as such and to keep all security and containment systems as well maintained as possible.
Desmond himself had to remain at his home for nearly a month after Blank exposure, and it was not a pleasant experience. That poison may not be too lethal to humans, but it did not mean the symptoms were particularly bearable.
However, the last creature was most fascinating to the aged scientist's eyes.
Of the three subjects, it was the most disgusting in its appearance, resembling a giant rat with rows of green and purple eyes running across its back, with its skin resembling necrotic tissue. It also was the other whom inherited genomorph powers, with it being telekinesis, and a manner of telekinetic flight.
But what made Gamma so interesting was not its appearance, or power set. Desmond looked at it and the creature immediately stopped what it was doing and focused half its eyes on the Dr, with the other half keeping a constant eye on the places where actuator limbs emerged from.
It changed its posture and faced the Dr directly, scanning him, watching… and plotting. Of the three, Gamma was by far the most intelligent of the astral flesh samples.
Aside from the constant low saturation of Blank Particles that the creatures were exposed to inhibit their evolutionary rate, every day their chamber would be flooded with high amounts of Blank particles, more than enough to cause a significant loss of body mass to the creatures as their would constantly keep generating matter and gaining mass without end.
However, Gamma figured out the reason why the staff performed these daily routines and decided that it would stop growing. As simple as that. Without growing more mass, the daily injection of Blank was unnecessary and the creature would not be subjected to what is a quite obviously painful process.
But that was not the only act of shrewdness it did. At some point it learned how to break the actuator components through telekinesis and almost managed to seal the Blank injection system.
After that there had to be many more security updates for its enclosure.
A clever little thing, and something that got the attention of more than one scientist working on the Star Flesh projects. However, all that it would do is prove that this sample was indeed an aberration to the standard model.
Samples cut off from the Gamma creature did not show the intelligence of their primogenitor, and instead acted like the other two samples, trying to either escape through crude and violent means or simply outright aggression.
Pure instinct and nothing else.
Gamma was intelligent however. Far more so than its kin and if Desmond had a say in things, it was waiting, and planning for the right moment to make an escape. Desmond was sure that one day it may be able to make a run for it, but he had more than taken every precaution he could to ensure that if that eventuality were to ever occur, then the entire facility would be flooded with extreme amounts of Blank… among other failsafes.
That was why Gamma was considered a highly prized sample, and one that may remain in storage indefinitely until it could be understood why its intelligence is above the rest of its kind. Sadly, they could not store it in cryo.
Last sample they did that with changed its biology to function through a liquid medium that could not be frozen. And then it broke containment and killed three members of staff before it could be doused in Blank.
An annoying trend with these things that if not constantly being exposed to low levels of Blank particles it would evolve eventually to perfectly deal with its environment.
The sound of automatic doors sliding open and Dr Desmond turned to look at the new member of the room. Mr Sanguine. The biomancer assigned to the Cadmus site.
Desmond did not believe for a second that the man's surname was actually Sanguine, but, he had earned his moment grandeur, and if the sorcerer wanted his name to be the most exaggerated opulent display of his arrogance, then let it.
"Dr Desmond." The tall blond man greeted with his red eyes shining slightly in the somewhat dim room.
"What is it Mr Sanguine? Found something worth interrupting me during my recess?"
The biomancer grinned. "Yes I have." He then procured a file with several documents and papers within and handed it to Dr Desmond.
Frowning, the scientist took the stack of papers and began to read the details. He skimmed over the esoteric stuff and focused on the physical. While Desmond knew his bit with working with the biomancer, he did not have the patience or temperament to deal with the mystical. Not much of it anyway, he could at least create alchemical compounds with a bit of pre-arranged substances, some simple rituals and his own in-depth understanding of chemistry and biology. But as he kept reading, his eyes slowly grew wider. "This…" Desmond looked up from the papers. "You want to forcibly bind Astral Type One cells to the Red?"
The sorcerer ignored the look of incredulity that the scientist was throwing his way and explained. "You know that Astral cells are uniquely capable of defying all laws of biology and physics." He said. "I want to use that for a project that may make our board of directors very happy." The man gestured to the files so that Desmond kept reading. So the scientist did.
Eventually realization dawned on the man, and the biomancer had to grin at his colleague's own slight smirk. "I take it back. This may just work." Astral Cells had a strange form of weakness to Blank, but what they did not know up until a few days ago was that Astral Cells of the first Type, if they could be exposed to the right and balanced quantity of Blank for a very specific amount of time, it could cause them to devolve and lose all of their logic defying abilities.
At least for some time.
The cells would restore and start to proliferate after a day of inactivity. But the new sample that would come from that would be weaker than its progenitor and would lack any obvert abilities that its progenitor had.
The sorcerer grinned. "If we can forcibly overpower the cells' paranatural nature and bind it to the Red during that period of torpor, we may just be able to tame the cells to our purpose."
"And use them as a patchwork system to fill in the kryptonian gene sequences with either human or artificially created DNA in a way that may create a functional hybrid." Finished Desmond in realization.
A pregnant moment of silence, and then Desmond handed the man the file back, but did not reject the ideas within. "I take it that you approve, Dr?"
The scientist nodded. "Get tangible results within the next week and we will see if your idea has merit." Dr Desmond stated. "If should your work yield satisfactory results then we will move ahead with Project Kr, as a proof of concept."
And then recreate Match from the ground up.
Mr Sanguine smiled, then made a quick bow. "It shall be done, Dr Desmond."
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GamingandReading
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Aaaaand there it is~ The stupidity before calamity. I have no doubts in my mind that they'll find a way to cover up their involvement. Not before a significant amount of casualties, mind.
- Location
- In the Space between Spaces
They are sooo lucky that tamed Starflesh is not actual Starflesh. So that means that Superboy would be like his Cryptonian legacy. Flawed and incomplete.
At least his false Starflesh is not No-Sell by Blank.
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Kryptonian
Lagoon12002
How far have I fell down into this deep deep sea
I might not be the most knowledgeable about DC magic systems, but I think connecting remnants of an omnicidal eldritch god, which have shown to spontaneously adapt to any situation and steal the traits of living organisms even through non-direct means, to The Red is a bad idea. But connecting a person to it is probably a worse idea. Dead gods dream and all that right?
A question; can Type 2 cells convert themselves into Type 1 cells once certain stimuli and resources are gained? Or are the Type 1 cells composed of unobtainium and/or can only split from other Type 1 cells?
A question; can Type 2 cells convert themselves into Type 1 cells once certain stimuli and resources are gained? Or are the Type 1 cells composed of unobtainium and/or can only split from other Type 1 cells?
This is a female gesture, should be bow instead perhaps?
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- He
Black-Aengel-01is there any actual Terraria lore about the corruption that should be known or is this like your Reaper story were you change it up some to fit the reality the story takes place in.
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- In the Space between Spaces
Thanks, just fixed it.
Huh... Did not know that. Thanks just fixed it.
Its DC villain scientists. These people work to see if they can do shit, and constantly forget if they SHOULD do it. They are on the luck however that what they will acomplish is cause the Cells to lose their Astral nature, thus become less dangerous, but at the same time far less useful and would be unable to defy physics again. Perhaps biology, but not physics.
As for your question. No. Type 1 cells are the only cells that can produce other type 1 cells. You can say that these are the actual Star Flesh tissue and type 2 are peripheral connective and functional tissue as the Type 2 are much easier to produce and maintain.
Not much that would make any impact in the story. Like i said before, this story is more... Inspired by terraria elements than actually having them. So the SI's power sets would be functionally and aesthetically similar to the stuff of the Corruption.
Astral God Histology
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- In the Space between Spaces
A short overview on Astral God Histology
Type 1 Cells.
Also called Nucleocytes or Core Cells, these act as the power source and central processing engine of the Star Flesh. While theoretically they can perform every task that Type 2 Cells can, they are completely specialized for the roles given previously. This is because Type 1 cells take much longer to replicate and differenciate as their Engine takes time and resources to develop. So as a consequence of their namesake these cells are usually inside the organism, protected by as much armour and defense as possible.
Type 2 Cells.
Also known as Morphocytes and Functional or Periphery Cells, they are identical in every way to Type 1 cells, with the sole difference being of not possessing the Engine. As a consequence they cannot produce their own energy and thus have to recieve it from either an external source or from the Nucleocytes, without it Type 2 Cells quickly die away due to their impossible biology. They are also more sensitive to Blank because of this as the poison is designed to disrupt the specific energy flow and processing of the cells.
Theoretically type 2 cells could become immune, or at least extremely resistant to Blank, but the process needed for that would demand that the cells lose what makes them supernatural and become regular logical tissue that cannot adapt to environmental needs unless through special means or contain the mental fragments of the mind within the flesh.
Type 1 Cells.
Also called Nucleocytes or Core Cells, these act as the power source and central processing engine of the Star Flesh. While theoretically they can perform every task that Type 2 Cells can, they are completely specialized for the roles given previously. This is because Type 1 cells take much longer to replicate and differenciate as their Engine takes time and resources to develop. So as a consequence of their namesake these cells are usually inside the organism, protected by as much armour and defense as possible.
Type 2 Cells.
Also known as Morphocytes and Functional or Periphery Cells, they are identical in every way to Type 1 cells, with the sole difference being of not possessing the Engine. As a consequence they cannot produce their own energy and thus have to recieve it from either an external source or from the Nucleocytes, without it Type 2 Cells quickly die away due to their impossible biology. They are also more sensitive to Blank because of this as the poison is designed to disrupt the specific energy flow and processing of the cells.
Theoretically type 2 cells could become immune, or at least extremely resistant to Blank, but the process needed for that would demand that the cells lose what makes them supernatural and become regular logical tissue that cannot adapt to environmental needs unless through special means or contain the mental fragments of the mind within the flesh.
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- Location
- In the Space between Spaces
There are two, with only one per world and you can pick which evil will appear in your playthrough, but i will only choose one for this story.
More like... Distant not-nephew. The SI (gamma) is not used for tissue extraction. They do that with Alpha because its easier to take samples from a fire breathing giant rat than a telekinetic one.
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Katillno
Verified Nobu fan
Oh I feel like an idiot now should've been obvious the si is Gamma.
Still cool that means Conner gets family before Kal-el realizes Conner can be a brother and not a son
Wonder if Conner's Kryptonian powers will be stronger or start off weaker but get stronger over time or otherwise experience superpower evolution
Still cool that means Conner gets family before Kal-el realizes Conner can be a brother and not a son
Wonder if Conner's Kryptonian powers will be stronger or start off weaker but get stronger over time or otherwise experience superpower evolution
- Location
- In the Space between Spaces
😁 Spoilers
Tamed Astral Flesh isnt Astral Flesh. So that means it will lose many of its traits during the binding. But they do give him one surprising benefit... Which we will see later in the story.
Katillno
Verified Nobu fan
Hmmm now I'm wondering what would happen if after Conner self actuallizes as a person and grows stronger especially mentally, spiritually, mystically, and force of will and then was hypothetically injected with more type 1 cells.
Interesting to think about though I get that that's a thought experiment more suited for after Conner actually exists
Interesting to think about though I get that that's a thought experiment more suited for after Conner actually exists
Baron Steakpuncher
Hopeful Idealist
- Location
- Australia
Why you always make more stories for me to watch? My alerts bar is full enough as it is!
- Location
- In the Space between Spaces
Blame my muse my dear Hopeful Idealist. Blame my muse.
Chapter 1 Part 3
- Location
- In the Space between Spaces
Chapter 1
Part 3
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Seven Months Later…
Mr Sanguine tisked bitterly at his work.
The creature barely looked human. There were abnormal growths all across its body, both visible on the outside and just as many on the inside. Its heart was seven chambered with extra vascular paths that led to nowhere and in some cases came right back. Its brain was abnormal enough as he doubted that humans or kryptonians had two lobes on the right hemisphere and six on the left one. Then there was that third lung… or whatever that small shrivelled up thing connected to the trachea was. It was vascularized, but only minimally. The liver equivalent was missing in its entirety and so was the right sided organ that passed for a kidney. Then there was the massively overgrown mass of tumour that was the lower intestine and that one testicle. Mr Sanguine was quite sure that this… not so handsome fellow would not gain any girlfriends anytime soon.
However, it was still perfectly alive, showing no signs of pain or distress, even if its maintained in a catatonic state. Match showed signs of its instability from the get-go. But these aberrations, if released would be completely healthy… if completely tumor ridden and misshapen. And mentally retarded. Useful for shock troops and combat monsters, but little more than that.
It was in short another failure.
And it was far from being a small number.
Suddenly he heard the sound of doors sliding open and in came the figure of Dr Desmond. For some reason, he felt a sense of irony now.
Desmond walked in and casually glanced at the mutant hybrid clone of Superman and a severe mistake and nodded, as if this was expected and long foreseen. "I had hoped you would have been able to make a viable clone on your own." He spoke, but the tone he expressed it made Mr Sanguine' eyes sharpen.
"You do not seem disappointed." He tested and to his surprise, Dr Desmond simply shrugged.
"Yes well, I am supposed to know the limitations of my employees."
Sanguine's eyes snapped wide open. "So you knew that I would not be able to do it?" he asked, incredulous. "Why make me waste my time then?!" While Sanguine prided himself a man with great self-control, he was not ashamed of the less than minor tone of anger that slipped into his voice. These last few months had been draining and filled with disaster after disaster. The only thing he can claim pride in is that he managed to do his initial objective of taming the Star Flesh. But even that was a failure because the Cells lost much of their power and were not as useful as he had hoped.
But he pushed through, hoping that he could create an effective clone.
And yet all he was met with was mistake after mistake, over and over. He was tired and angry at his lack of success. So when the man that had approved of that Project had known that Sanguine would not succeed and decided to stay quiet, well… it was only fair that the biomancer got at the very least, a bit upset.
But Desmond did not appear bothered by the man's tone in the slightest. "I had hoped that you would be able to make more discoveries on your own so that we could all benefit from them." The scientist withdrew a couple of folders and casually examined them as he spoke. "You are especially gifted Mr Sanguine, able to make the leaps of genius and inspiration needed to push a project forwards by decades. But when it comes down to making the final touches, you usually struggle a bit." Then he turned to the biomancer. "However, that is where I exceed."
"So you just want to take my work as your own?" Sanguine did not growl. He was better than that.
But instead of being nonplussed, Desmond merely scoffed. "Hardly. It is called the Sanguine Procedure after all." That drew the biomancer's eyes wide. Taking the silence as his cue to continue, the scientist adjusted his glasses, and said. "The reason why I did not ask you to stop, aside from the previously stated, is because I was busy myself. Your work with the tamed Stars Cells opened up several avenues that I needed to study." He indicated to the list of files in his hand. "So, in simple words, I am giving you a praise. Had you not come up with that little bit of innovation, then all of these would still be in the drawer." And then he handed them to the biomancer, who took them with a slight mystified gaze.
Desmond pointed at them and said. "You might want to familiarize yourself with their contents. You would be working on them soon with me. Perhaps you may get another spark of innovative genius and bring something else into the equation."
Frowning, but no longer irate, the biomancer turned to the files in his hands and made a quick glance through them, and what he found, left him wide eyed and shocked in both disbelief and awe. "Project God Tamer." He read out loud. "Directed mutation and utro-alchemical transmogrification." As he said those words his eyes flickered to the doctor before him with a stunned expression.
A nod from the scientist and Desmond spoke. "Thanks to you I was able to devise a means of directed mutation." He explained. "While the Tamed Star Cells are anything but the actual things, they still retain many of their abilities. Some which still boggle the mind a bit, but I have learned to know how to use them to my advantage."
"Blockbuster. Psicon. Reaper." Sanguine read, each word a bit more awe in his voice. "Martian cells combined with Genomorph and Human bioalchemical processes directed through the use of nanorobotics and Tamed Star Cells." He knew that Desmond was a very good researcher and very adaptable to nearly any situation. So when the doctor gave the biomancer files documenting his personal research and use of alchemy combined in such a way through hybridizing so many different systems together, the biomancer was at a loss of words. "Fuck." Or maybe not.
Desmond only snorted at the obvious stunned awe in the form of an expletive. "Don't get all that impressed yet. The only one I have gotten any form of moderate success with is Psicon. And it seems that Queen Bee is quite interested in it for an operative of hers. A one Simon Jones."
There was silence as Mr Sanguine read the documents and personal research notes as fast as he could. He obviously was not able to read everything in good detail, but what he read completely cemented his belief of whom was the superior researcher. "You think I will be able to help with these?" His voice was one of disbelief.
"Is that a declination?" Asked the scientist evenly.
Sanguine's eyes snapped wide. "Wha- I… No!" Then he looked to the side and then back. "It's just that… I did not expect you to be able to do all this."
Desmond did not deny the man's claims. "Magic is not my favourite suit, but I far from being incapable of handling alchemy." He frowned. "As much as it is a nuisance, it has grown on me… like a tumour."
That… was an interesting revelation. "Speaking of such…" Tried the sorcerer.
A soundless sigh. "Yes, I got the reports. Subject A-1 through F-7 are all hideously mutated, but still largely functional, at least as living organisms. Most likely a feat made possible by the tamed Astral Flesh." He turned to the cloning vat and withdrew a small ampule of an unknown substance. "However, with this we may be able to direct its mutagenic properties with greater precision."
Desmond turned to his enantimorph fellow scientist and practitioner of the mystic arts. "Let us see now if we cannot produce that prototype that the Directors have been so eager to get their hands on."
Mr Sanguine grinned. "Lets."
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Amanda Spence walked across the halls of Passage 205, carefully taking every bit of data she could of all the cells and ensuring their maintenance were up to check and write down all changes that the Astral Samples had gone through the day.
They always changed by the end of the day and sometimes their powers get stronger, or they try to make something new. Thankfully, everything about them could be contained and reversed with sufficient amounts of Blank.
As she passed the first enclosure she studied the sample.
Alpha has changed quite considerably in the recent months. It has developed the habit of growing faster to unacceptable sizes, which has demanded a more rigorous and frequent Blank injection. Its colour had shifted slightly with it developing green stripes across its tail.
But otherwise, it has not changed much.
Beta on the other hand has become a more dangerous telepath, thus it demanded a lot of more Psi-Blocks installed. Physical changes are minimal though, but the colour shift pattern has expanded to add red and purple to the original hues.
Then it came to Gamma.
This one's changes have been entirely physical, and are quite prominent.
At first it looked like the rat it was infused with, if larger and necrotic. But now it has changed into a more reptilian like body plan with an avian head with beak. Its back legs became longer, though, similar to that of a frog's. It also sported some pretty nasty hooked claws.
Its other abilities had not changed in the slightest. Though Desmond had demanded that it would had more Psi-Blocks installed and a larger Blank canister placed for injection.
She knew that the thing was clever, but she believed that Desmond was a bit paranoid.
Then the creature turned to the glass panel and looked at her.
Then it showed her its best attempt at a slasher smile. With all the sharp needle teeth inside of that beak.
"That's seriously creepy." She commented as she made note of that new behaviour.
"Yeah." Another scientist at her side stated, unease in his voice. "I didn't know it could smile."
Amanda frowned. "It can't, and that isn't even an actual smile. It isn't anywhere close to sapient."
The young man looked at her, then at the creature, then at her. "I am not quite sure about that."
Amanda scoffed. "These things run on pure instinct. Maybe this one is smarter than the rest, but it is not smiling. It simply looks like it." She was sure that everyone in the facility got a briefing of what these things were, their behaviour and intelligence.
The man looked at hear, not quite convinced. "I don't know… I have been in this place for months now and I am used to these things just wanting to kill me or twist my brain so that I released them." He shuddered. "Gamma though… yeah, I can't help but get a really nasty bad feeling about that one. I feel like I am watching an intelligent creature making plans."
Amanda rolled her eyes and just walked off, completely ignoring the young scientist's silly concerns, and that sinking feeling in her gut about what he said.
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I see the dark skinned woman leave the general viewing area, leaving behind the young man to continue staring at me. My grin does not diminish though, so I look at him with my four cephalic eyes. Smiling menacingly.
Having more than two eyes is a… novel sensation… to say the least.
At first is quite disorienting, but eventually you get used to it, and then, adding more eyes is just a matter of adding a slight alteration to the viewing perspective of the world. Though I having a polymorphic biology, and by likely extension, an adaptive neural network, must be pretty useful for getting used to these strange sensory sensations.
But one cannot deny their usefulness. Especially when the obviously evil scientists in this facility want to conduct experiments on me and I have to keep an eye… or six out for the robot arms that they use when handling me.
Thankfully, they had stopped a while back, but I am quite certain is because they have an easier target to extract tissue from.
One of my thoraxic eyes looks at the wall to my right. I can feel them, even through the walls. There are two creatures like me on that side. Not sure why I can only perceive hunger from them, but I guess that they are primitive of mind… if what I heard from the scientists is correct.
Damn am I glad I could not talk through the first few days. I may have messed up and they would have figured out I was something more than a simple animal.
I mean, they already knew that to some degree. But there is a huge difference between smart animal and a sapient shape shifting telepathic stork rat thing.
I knew when I heard them talk about cloning and stuff of that nature that these guys were not good. Or if they were, then the definition of good had truly gotten messed up along the way or that they believe what they are doing a necessary thing, which may say a lot about how bad the world outside really is.
I am glad that they are not aware of my sapient status, as they'd most likely invent many more means of containment and then I would have been boned. Or worse; killed.
But as far as I am aware, they have not. So that leaves me some wiggle room to create a plan. Though, of course I cannot be too conspicuous, or else they may be onto me and have me suffer the already mentioned above.
Nothing too interesting really. But thankfully I was able to devise some changes. I am certain that they are looking for things on the more… supernatural side and not merely physical alterations. And since they have not tried to stop me yet, then that means they have not caught-on on my internal changes. Or alternatively, that they have, and yet do not consider me a threat.
I am hoping for the former… but I can test for the latter with some… changes.
I can feel them. I can feel my body. How it reacts. How it changes under this…. Mythopoetia…
How it can become Potentia… how it can become Emotion… how it can become Ideas… how can it become Force.
It is like I know things on an instinctual level.
That this body knows.
Like how an infant knows how to breathe the moment it is born.
I know what is possible and what is not. And I know how to reach it if only I had the time and the will to make it so…
And there is very little that is not possible.
I should laugh, if this body had lungs to do so.
I think I won the superpower lottery… but I need to unlock it all first.
Well, let's hope that an opportunity arises where I don't need to regurgitate plasma. That may take forever to achieve.
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Seven Months Later…
Mr Sanguine tisked bitterly at his work.
The creature barely looked human. There were abnormal growths all across its body, both visible on the outside and just as many on the inside. Its heart was seven chambered with extra vascular paths that led to nowhere and in some cases came right back. Its brain was abnormal enough as he doubted that humans or kryptonians had two lobes on the right hemisphere and six on the left one. Then there was that third lung… or whatever that small shrivelled up thing connected to the trachea was. It was vascularized, but only minimally. The liver equivalent was missing in its entirety and so was the right sided organ that passed for a kidney. Then there was the massively overgrown mass of tumour that was the lower intestine and that one testicle. Mr Sanguine was quite sure that this… not so handsome fellow would not gain any girlfriends anytime soon.
However, it was still perfectly alive, showing no signs of pain or distress, even if its maintained in a catatonic state. Match showed signs of its instability from the get-go. But these aberrations, if released would be completely healthy… if completely tumor ridden and misshapen. And mentally retarded. Useful for shock troops and combat monsters, but little more than that.
It was in short another failure.
And it was far from being a small number.
Suddenly he heard the sound of doors sliding open and in came the figure of Dr Desmond. For some reason, he felt a sense of irony now.
Desmond walked in and casually glanced at the mutant hybrid clone of Superman and a severe mistake and nodded, as if this was expected and long foreseen. "I had hoped you would have been able to make a viable clone on your own." He spoke, but the tone he expressed it made Mr Sanguine' eyes sharpen.
"You do not seem disappointed." He tested and to his surprise, Dr Desmond simply shrugged.
"Yes well, I am supposed to know the limitations of my employees."
Sanguine's eyes snapped wide open. "So you knew that I would not be able to do it?" he asked, incredulous. "Why make me waste my time then?!" While Sanguine prided himself a man with great self-control, he was not ashamed of the less than minor tone of anger that slipped into his voice. These last few months had been draining and filled with disaster after disaster. The only thing he can claim pride in is that he managed to do his initial objective of taming the Star Flesh. But even that was a failure because the Cells lost much of their power and were not as useful as he had hoped.
But he pushed through, hoping that he could create an effective clone.
And yet all he was met with was mistake after mistake, over and over. He was tired and angry at his lack of success. So when the man that had approved of that Project had known that Sanguine would not succeed and decided to stay quiet, well… it was only fair that the biomancer got at the very least, a bit upset.
But Desmond did not appear bothered by the man's tone in the slightest. "I had hoped that you would be able to make more discoveries on your own so that we could all benefit from them." The scientist withdrew a couple of folders and casually examined them as he spoke. "You are especially gifted Mr Sanguine, able to make the leaps of genius and inspiration needed to push a project forwards by decades. But when it comes down to making the final touches, you usually struggle a bit." Then he turned to the biomancer. "However, that is where I exceed."
"So you just want to take my work as your own?" Sanguine did not growl. He was better than that.
But instead of being nonplussed, Desmond merely scoffed. "Hardly. It is called the Sanguine Procedure after all." That drew the biomancer's eyes wide. Taking the silence as his cue to continue, the scientist adjusted his glasses, and said. "The reason why I did not ask you to stop, aside from the previously stated, is because I was busy myself. Your work with the tamed Stars Cells opened up several avenues that I needed to study." He indicated to the list of files in his hand. "So, in simple words, I am giving you a praise. Had you not come up with that little bit of innovation, then all of these would still be in the drawer." And then he handed them to the biomancer, who took them with a slight mystified gaze.
Desmond pointed at them and said. "You might want to familiarize yourself with their contents. You would be working on them soon with me. Perhaps you may get another spark of innovative genius and bring something else into the equation."
Frowning, but no longer irate, the biomancer turned to the files in his hands and made a quick glance through them, and what he found, left him wide eyed and shocked in both disbelief and awe. "Project God Tamer." He read out loud. "Directed mutation and utro-alchemical transmogrification." As he said those words his eyes flickered to the doctor before him with a stunned expression.
A nod from the scientist and Desmond spoke. "Thanks to you I was able to devise a means of directed mutation." He explained. "While the Tamed Star Cells are anything but the actual things, they still retain many of their abilities. Some which still boggle the mind a bit, but I have learned to know how to use them to my advantage."
"Blockbuster. Psicon. Reaper." Sanguine read, each word a bit more awe in his voice. "Martian cells combined with Genomorph and Human bioalchemical processes directed through the use of nanorobotics and Tamed Star Cells." He knew that Desmond was a very good researcher and very adaptable to nearly any situation. So when the doctor gave the biomancer files documenting his personal research and use of alchemy combined in such a way through hybridizing so many different systems together, the biomancer was at a loss of words. "Fuck." Or maybe not.
Desmond only snorted at the obvious stunned awe in the form of an expletive. "Don't get all that impressed yet. The only one I have gotten any form of moderate success with is Psicon. And it seems that Queen Bee is quite interested in it for an operative of hers. A one Simon Jones."
There was silence as Mr Sanguine read the documents and personal research notes as fast as he could. He obviously was not able to read everything in good detail, but what he read completely cemented his belief of whom was the superior researcher. "You think I will be able to help with these?" His voice was one of disbelief.
"Is that a declination?" Asked the scientist evenly.
Sanguine's eyes snapped wide. "Wha- I… No!" Then he looked to the side and then back. "It's just that… I did not expect you to be able to do all this."
Desmond did not deny the man's claims. "Magic is not my favourite suit, but I far from being incapable of handling alchemy." He frowned. "As much as it is a nuisance, it has grown on me… like a tumour."
That… was an interesting revelation. "Speaking of such…" Tried the sorcerer.
A soundless sigh. "Yes, I got the reports. Subject A-1 through F-7 are all hideously mutated, but still largely functional, at least as living organisms. Most likely a feat made possible by the tamed Astral Flesh." He turned to the cloning vat and withdrew a small ampule of an unknown substance. "However, with this we may be able to direct its mutagenic properties with greater precision."
Desmond turned to his enantimorph fellow scientist and practitioner of the mystic arts. "Let us see now if we cannot produce that prototype that the Directors have been so eager to get their hands on."
Mr Sanguine grinned. "Lets."
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Amanda Spence walked across the halls of Passage 205, carefully taking every bit of data she could of all the cells and ensuring their maintenance were up to check and write down all changes that the Astral Samples had gone through the day.
They always changed by the end of the day and sometimes their powers get stronger, or they try to make something new. Thankfully, everything about them could be contained and reversed with sufficient amounts of Blank.
As she passed the first enclosure she studied the sample.
Alpha has changed quite considerably in the recent months. It has developed the habit of growing faster to unacceptable sizes, which has demanded a more rigorous and frequent Blank injection. Its colour had shifted slightly with it developing green stripes across its tail.
But otherwise, it has not changed much.
Beta on the other hand has become a more dangerous telepath, thus it demanded a lot of more Psi-Blocks installed. Physical changes are minimal though, but the colour shift pattern has expanded to add red and purple to the original hues.
Then it came to Gamma.
This one's changes have been entirely physical, and are quite prominent.
At first it looked like the rat it was infused with, if larger and necrotic. But now it has changed into a more reptilian like body plan with an avian head with beak. Its back legs became longer, though, similar to that of a frog's. It also sported some pretty nasty hooked claws.
Its other abilities had not changed in the slightest. Though Desmond had demanded that it would had more Psi-Blocks installed and a larger Blank canister placed for injection.
She knew that the thing was clever, but she believed that Desmond was a bit paranoid.
Then the creature turned to the glass panel and looked at her.
Then it showed her its best attempt at a slasher smile. With all the sharp needle teeth inside of that beak.
"That's seriously creepy." She commented as she made note of that new behaviour.
"Yeah." Another scientist at her side stated, unease in his voice. "I didn't know it could smile."
Amanda frowned. "It can't, and that isn't even an actual smile. It isn't anywhere close to sapient."
The young man looked at her, then at the creature, then at her. "I am not quite sure about that."
Amanda scoffed. "These things run on pure instinct. Maybe this one is smarter than the rest, but it is not smiling. It simply looks like it." She was sure that everyone in the facility got a briefing of what these things were, their behaviour and intelligence.
The man looked at hear, not quite convinced. "I don't know… I have been in this place for months now and I am used to these things just wanting to kill me or twist my brain so that I released them." He shuddered. "Gamma though… yeah, I can't help but get a really nasty bad feeling about that one. I feel like I am watching an intelligent creature making plans."
Amanda rolled her eyes and just walked off, completely ignoring the young scientist's silly concerns, and that sinking feeling in her gut about what he said.
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I see the dark skinned woman leave the general viewing area, leaving behind the young man to continue staring at me. My grin does not diminish though, so I look at him with my four cephalic eyes. Smiling menacingly.
Having more than two eyes is a… novel sensation… to say the least.
At first is quite disorienting, but eventually you get used to it, and then, adding more eyes is just a matter of adding a slight alteration to the viewing perspective of the world. Though I having a polymorphic biology, and by likely extension, an adaptive neural network, must be pretty useful for getting used to these strange sensory sensations.
But one cannot deny their usefulness. Especially when the obviously evil scientists in this facility want to conduct experiments on me and I have to keep an eye… or six out for the robot arms that they use when handling me.
Thankfully, they had stopped a while back, but I am quite certain is because they have an easier target to extract tissue from.
One of my thoraxic eyes looks at the wall to my right. I can feel them, even through the walls. There are two creatures like me on that side. Not sure why I can only perceive hunger from them, but I guess that they are primitive of mind… if what I heard from the scientists is correct.
Damn am I glad I could not talk through the first few days. I may have messed up and they would have figured out I was something more than a simple animal.
I mean, they already knew that to some degree. But there is a huge difference between smart animal and a sapient shape shifting telepathic stork rat thing.
I knew when I heard them talk about cloning and stuff of that nature that these guys were not good. Or if they were, then the definition of good had truly gotten messed up along the way or that they believe what they are doing a necessary thing, which may say a lot about how bad the world outside really is.
I am glad that they are not aware of my sapient status, as they'd most likely invent many more means of containment and then I would have been boned. Or worse; killed.
But as far as I am aware, they have not. So that leaves me some wiggle room to create a plan. Though, of course I cannot be too conspicuous, or else they may be onto me and have me suffer the already mentioned above.
Nothing too interesting really. But thankfully I was able to devise some changes. I am certain that they are looking for things on the more… supernatural side and not merely physical alterations. And since they have not tried to stop me yet, then that means they have not caught-on on my internal changes. Or alternatively, that they have, and yet do not consider me a threat.
I am hoping for the former… but I can test for the latter with some… changes.
I can feel them. I can feel my body. How it reacts. How it changes under this…. Mythopoetia…
How it can become Potentia… how it can become Emotion… how it can become Ideas… how can it become Force.
It is like I know things on an instinctual level.
That this body knows.
Like how an infant knows how to breathe the moment it is born.
I know what is possible and what is not. And I know how to reach it if only I had the time and the will to make it so…
And there is very little that is not possible.
I should laugh, if this body had lungs to do so.
I think I won the superpower lottery… but I need to unlock it all first.
Well, let's hope that an opportunity arises where I don't need to regurgitate plasma. That may take forever to achieve.
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