How about the layer 2 one, but personally invest into their security so that's it's as safe as a layer 4
Between the Darkstars (NO SV, TRY AND CONQUER THE GALAXY!)
- Thread starter Cyberphilosipher
- Start date
- Original Sci-Fi
- Location
- California,USA
So any questions?
- Location
- California,USA
You can't build anything that dumb.
You can make a Cadia but that's it.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
What do our in-atmo air force look like? Do we use just modern choppers and planes or do we have some neater stuff like DUNE ornithopters and other sci-fi staples?
- Location
- California,USA
The Classic Sci Fi Fighters and Gunships for the Real Military.
PDF guys use Choppers and loser fighters.
So any questions on our PC or her Kid?
- Location
- California,USA
Alright I'm back...Calling the vote in 2 or 3 Days.
Sorry I lost track of time, life kinda got in the way.
Sorry I lost track of time, life kinda got in the way.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Good to hear from you cyber. I'm also glad this isn't deaf.
- Location
- California,USA
So since we're back. Do you want any questions answered or anything?
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Any hints on new future plans?
- Location
- California,USA
Not exactly...more I finally got around to planning some funny stuff, and the big reveal for the update and the Villan's arc from the Disaster Roll.
So progress!
Archivist Grim
Totally not AI
- Location
- The abyss
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They
So got question, are railguns, power armor, and the like to far out of our ball park to research? We have Dr. Light afterall, who should open up quite a lot of options for us.
- Location
- California,USA
Umm, Wrong quest man...wrong quest.
- Location
- California,USA
Calling the Vote [X]A Layer 4 Private Care Center: You think leaving her in a more, personalized care center will socialize her but keep her safe. wins.
Domos Kind Adventure part 2
- Location
- California,USA
Domos Kind Adventure part 2
[X]A Layer 4 Private Care Center: You think leaving her in a more, personalized care center will socialize her but keep her safe.
(Ellera POV)
It was probably a good idea to leave Eve in a Private Care Center. If only because it was slightly cheaper, and the fact she likely didn't know her own strength.
There will be time enough to socialize her with other people and prevent her from getting a god complex…lord knows its going to be something.
You walked with Es and Des to the main reception hall and sighed. "Layer 4 Care Center, I'd recommend someone with durability and extra strength she's a handful."
The Receptionist looked at Eve for a moment and sighed. "Another Mutant spawn from hell?"
Well, that was rude…must be one of those purist bitches that wander around being rude as hell.
"Yes…make the arrangement, I'm cashing 4 Domos favor for this." You said. "You understand."
She wrote something in the CPU unit. "Indeed I do…don't get your ass beat too hard mutant…"
Yeah…Domos's purity cult was annoying…even though half of them are mutated in some way.
Well, lets hope Eve has fun with them or at least gives you time to…reacquaint yourself with old friends.
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Eve Enjoyment: D100 => 87
Eve knew the truth.
No matter how much Ellera fussed or spoke in that soothing tone, Ellera couldn't hide anything from Eve.
Mom had finally decided to be mean!
Mom always brought her everywhere! Even when she was busyness! And other people were there too! She always had listened to eve before and hadn't left her.
But now she was leaving, and she refused to listen! She had even scolded Eve after multiple attempts at crying! Did she not understand how sad she was making Eve feel?
She could feel the extremely strong resistance from Ellera's mind as well when she refused, but obviously, that was part of the lie! Mom was super lying! Lying in her words and in her head! Obviously!
But she'd see! When Mom comes back, Eve wouldn't even look at her, and it would be mom's turn to cry!
And-
"Come along Eve. Now that your mother has left, its time to take you to the nursery."
Ugh! This wasn't even the woman that mom had spoken to! Why would Mom leave her to a complete stranger? and why was this woman super lying too? Obviously, she didn't care about her, if she couldn't even spare time to meet mom!
Ha! How do you like not even being looked at now? Ha!
"I'm sorry your mom had to leave, Eve. But don't worry! We have all sorts of fun games if you come with me."
She then looked around and floated small objects around you, like mom did. "This is how I learn about you, do you want a game, a movie or the playpen...now I'm sorry you can't just go out and play with the children yet, it's nap time for them."
You felt some of your spit build up on your face. "ABABW!" <YOU UTTER FOOL How Else am I supposed to learn how to be like Mommy and LORD over the people responsibly! MOMMY Say's I'm going to be her little conqueror!!">
"Aww, first time away from Mommy's always the hardest." She said burping you as you burped and released some of your spit. "Don't worry we're gonna love you...for just the way you are."
You then tried to reach for her breasts.
"I know your mother fed you before leaving, plus you wouldn't like what I have those haven't been used for their intended job in 26 years." She said.
"BAH." You said. <Curses!!>
"Do you want to see what you want to do?" She said.
You hand then moved to the Film.
"Ohh, the kids love the animated films...this one has no hard violence or sex in it...Rated G, lightweights." She said.
"Then we can meet the children after their nap." She said. "Now...get cozy...its an hour or so long." She said
...
You had to say you had some serious concerns about what these people thought of action. Seriously, only Mr. Foxy seemed to be any good at running. All of his friends seemed to have two left feet! Baah, you would do so much better than Mr. Foxy's friends!
and wow, did you wish you were with Mr. Foxy right now. After all, you had been found by the scum of the galaxy! Bandits were upon you!
"Mr Foxy, you can do it!" "Marcy, stop talking.' "YOU SHUT UP BRIAN! MR FOXY IS BETTER THAN YOU AND YOU HAVE TO SEE IT!" "NO HE ISN'T!"
These Villains! They didn't even understand that they were your subjects! You were a conqueror! They should listen!
Instead, they defied the natural order for their own pleasure and-
"BWA!" <SILENCE, DISRUPTERS OF PEACE! Bow before your lord!>
"Shhhhh... see what you did, Brian! you upset the baby!" "alright, alright, we'll both shut up, ok?"
These villains didn't even understand the law, even when you tried to explain! They just carried on like you hadn't said anything!
CURSES!! MR FOXY DESTROYS THE BANDITS!! They are a hinderance to your plans.
MR FOXY!! Why aren't you listening either?
Your caretaker person looked at how you babbled while watching the film. "I haven't seen a kid into this movie in years...glad you're enjoying it."
NOOOOOOO!!!!
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(Ellera POV)
You were supposed to be having dinner at The Old Max, one of your favorite old haunts. Its a decent nightclub on layer 5, and it has always had some sort of enjoyable entertainment going on.
What Ellera didn't expect was an all-expense paid limo and a trip to the layer 7 nightlife, starting with the most expensive restaurant you've ever gazed upon. Even Es and Des seemed surprised when the limo came
You can't help but wonder who is trying to get your attention now.
A question that is quickly answered when you are brought to your table, and you find who is already sitting there.
Emma Weber, despite the normal sounding name, was anything but normal, spy, diplomate, sex god and now...to your surprise a member of Layer 7.
Now you knew the details were classified and under lock and key. But the Last time you saw her she was a member of layer 4.
While the story was interesting you were more surprised that she seemed to have aged very gracefully in the twelve or so years since you last saw her in person.
as you saw her turn towards you, you could see the definite signs of a full-blown smirk. It seemed she was in a grand mood if she was showing her happiness so openly.
You remembered the old days, right after you first met her. How she had this irritating habit of giving only the slightest hint of a smile by let one side of her lip twitch. You remember how she played hard to get for so long.... You remember how she scowled when you told her that her face would be stuck in a flat expression if she didn't smile more.... You remember how she told you that a smile could ruin an old face.
You couldn't help but feel that she had somehow cheated now, both sporting such an open positive expression, and how she had seemed to even cheat old age at the same time, despite being the one to tell you that old age and death were the two enemies that always won eventually.
Ugh, that smirk was too strong. You could already tell that she was feeling like she had won some great triumph, and that she would be lording it over all of you for the entire dinner.... And yet, you couldn't help but feel relieved to meet her, despite this, and the dozen other bad reasons.
You really couldn't forget those feelings of yours, could you?.... despite how bad it was for you.
She looked up and down at you as you prepared to sit down and enjoy the conversation. "You've been blessed by motherhood. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you through that."
"You would have tried to take her away like how you tried to convince me to run away with you and cause my nation to fall into Civil War." You said firmly, that the complicated feelings of life were from the past.
You couldn't truly afford to think of childish relations. No matter how good of a kisser she was...God it felt stupid thinking about it now...she broke your heart and tried to ruin your life using her charm.
For all of her skills and training, she was still sent to you serving a different master.
"It's just business...you know that, same way you feel killing fathers and brothers and tearing apart families...you were always good at violence." She said.
She then reached over and partly pulled open your coat and revealed your Synth Suit. "Holding out secrets from your teacher is a nasty habit."
"I remember the last time I told you anything about pre-interregnum tech, and my other crush almost died in an accident, and had almost everything taken from him"
"Honey, I believe I have always told you that you were due for someone far beyond him, and-"
"You do understand that you are insulting my daughter's father, correct? and the one lover I actually trust to always have my back."
...
...
"That isn't how it's supposed to go. You need someone with better genetics for the-"
"You mean, I should've had Eve with a betrayer like you? I actually would like her to grow up honest and truthful, not someone as duplicitous as you."
"Ellera, calm down a little. You are letting yourself get carried away. I brought you to layer 7 some that we could have some fun and-"
"Emma", you hiss with overexaggerated disdain, "Emma, how can I have fun here, when every act eventually just turns into more pain?"
Finally, your old teacher looks to have a little shame. You know you are going too far, that you absolutely are exaggerating things...
but her first comment couldn't have been more poorly made. She saw a synth suit, but all you remembered is your last tech expedition and how close you lost your child to your .... worst impulses. And now she calls you violent... now she talks about how you hide secrets. Does she really not see how much you could lose? Is she intent on never recognizing your pain?
It makes your gut turn that she can't see how hard this stuff is. At the end of the day, your rage reminds you, all of this is just business.... and it can only hurt you if your heart gets involved.
The good thing is that she recognized her mistake. "Oh...well, at the very least I'm going to pretend to apologize for the night."
You raised an eyebrow before shrugging. "There is a reason it didn't work out, your lack of tact being one of the parts of it."
"I'm a spy and assassin, all I do is pretend, the problem was in your youthful confusion, you thought it was real." She said.
"It like a lot of things was a lesson in the end." You said. "At the very least tell me how you got into the Seventh Layer?"
"Have you ever wondered how the last Pope died?" She said.
"I'm basically agnostic? And that was you?" You said.
"His heart exploded." She smirked.
The conversation quickly settled into a comfortable rhythm of questions and understated descriptions of extreme violence, as Ms. Weber slowly revealed some of the vents that she had been involved in the past decade.
Finally, Es and Des seemed to exclaim in relief when the food arrived..
The food you hadn't ordered.
"Don't worry, El. This is a 7th layer establishment. You don't need to order. Instead, an appropriate meal is made based on bio scans made when you enter the building. Its nothing too invasive, but it lets the chefs know exactly what type of food you would find delicious."
And there it is again. She can't help but trigger that sense that this is somehow all a lie. Its faint, but you can hear a voice in your head warning this is all a trap. Instead, you quash the feeling and try to soldier on and forget your doubts for a little longer.
"Before you try to leave listening to the voice in your head...do try the cheese and deli meat."
You reach down to the cheese and meats while remembering that sometimes she has an incredible ability to read you.... but then again, that was all part of the mission, wasn't it?
You know it isn't the food, but the whole thing tastes bitter, and you give yourself a second to actually calm down before continuing the conversation.
"So...your a layer seven now?" You said.
"I put a lot of work in in the last several years. A real busy body I've been." Emma said.
"How fake is your body at this point?" You said. "Can't make it to a Seven without a sacrifice or two."
She pauses for a moment, before answering, "Well, you know about my heart. That was one of the things I told you about before you left. I've also replaced my lungs and rib cage, for a full endurance package since then. My superior has been pressuring me to get my hands redone as well, but you know how much I like my personal touch, So that isn't going to happen anytime soon."
You do remember her story about how she needed her heart replaced. You can remember the exact words she used to describe her 'fuckup of a first mission', that had ended with her almost dead but achieving success far beyond her wildest dreams.
Honestly, you are surprised that after she betrayed you, she didn't turn that whole talk into a lesson by itself. You could just see her warning you about trusting 'those who admit they have no heart', or even just trying to teach you about 'what you should sacrifice if you ever really want to have great success'. Still, you know exactly what kind of person she would've turned you into if you had let her...
You would never have stopped your rampage on that space station, would you? She would've counseled that you shouldn't waste your rage.
She would've said that you stopped your daughter from learning a very important lesson. Everything is a resource with her after all.
"I'm surprised that you haven't replaced your hands. You always warned me about being too sentimental about any weapon."
She has a faraway look as she stares right through you, "My hands are in the exact form they need to be. These tools work best with the correct amount of information, and I won't foul them up with additional sensory data. Moreover, you know how your mind alters memories to compensate for updated body parts. It destroys the memory of trying to match old feelings to new body parts."
"Again with the sentimentality. You never put much weight in ruminating about past experiences. You always were pushing for something new."
The moment seems to linger for an eternity before she breaks your glare and looks away. When she finally has the courage to meet your eyes again, it seems she is desperate to move on to a new topic, "Well, if you're so excited about new things, then let's talk about your new suit"
"I've had it for a few years now." You said calmly. "It's quite snug...and it keeps adjusting itself in my sleep?"
"That's because it's alive, non-sentient, but it is very much trying to be a part of you," Emma said.
"Well, it had everything I can ever want to entertain myself..." You said.
"Oh, I bet...have you figured out the more advanced bits?" She said. "I'm no expert myself but the belt line does contain a more in-depth system if you can't exactly think of it."
How did she? "My guess is your friend in high places has one?"
"A Layer ten, she's older the most of us here. Es and Des were her caretakers when she was having her intestines replaced with flash organs...don't know why she was a body purist, but to each their own."
"How old?" You asked as you looked at the belt line to see little control bits light up.
"Around six or seven hundred years old...she doesn't do much except Sexual education, not after a brush with an auto ax to her face...somehow after getting rid of the worse scars made her even more pretty." She said.
You noticed her eyes flit around your body, as you suddenly felt self-conscious. Was she really going to start up that old argument about scar removal? You were proud of your war trophies, even the ones inflicted on your body! She had no right to tell you that you needed to remove them.
Still, it seems as if she was in an agreeable mood, as she continued, without touching the taboo topic, "She has had great enjoyment with her device, but I have heard about one issue." She pointed to one of the dials on your suit as she continued, "That particular setting was never implemented properly, apparently, and-"
Your mind went back to the similar warning Dr. Ambrose had given about the suit after her inspection, and you wondered why this warning made everything feel so much worse. This was supposed to be a night to catch up, a night with friends, and a night where you could relax without eve. Instead, it was making you want to scream and go back home.
Es finally cut into the conversation, "Wait, Emma, you can't be talking about... that fat hag! She had a suit like this? And she never shares!"
Des chided her quickly, "Es, you remember that her appearance was just a side effect of the stasis she was being kept in before her organ replacement, right? Have you not looked her up? She looks gorgeous! Unless... were you into her in that size?"
Your old teacher couldn't help but chuckle, "Es, I know they value discretion and not poking your nose where it doesn't belong, but... that doesn't mean assuming their hospital gown is their normal fashionwear, right? You are probably expected to check their publicly available pictures to know what they look like."
Es responded in mock outrage, "Traitors! Aren't you supposed to be helping me out here! I can't believe both of you are laughing at me! You could've told me I had the wrong idea!"
You couldn't help but join in on the ribbing, "But Es, we are helping you. You are looking for the woman of your dreams, someone who leaves such an impression that you can't hep but remember what they looked like the first time you laid eyes on them. And now you've met such a person!"
Es eyes seemed to vibrate for a second, as she took in what you said, "Ellera, she is not my fated romantic partner! Not that fat hag! ... Wait, Why did you tell them about what I thought meeting my fated partner would be like.... Wait, Ellera, why are you joining in one teasing me?! Its supposed to be the other way around!" Es replied in false indignation.
Emma quickly asked, "Wait, Es? Fated partner? What is that about?"
Des quickly answered the question before her friend could silence her, "Es believes in finding your true love at first glance. She's convinced she will always remember her true love's appearance from their first meeting, and that's how she'll be able to tell its her fated romantic partner"
Es responded in false shock, "Des, you're not supposed to know all that! Wait, don't make fun of me! That fat lumberjack of a woman is not one true love! Quit that smirk, Des!"
All of you chuckled, while Emma took a moment to drive the final nail in the coffin, "I don't know, Es. From what it sounds like, this meeting checks all the boxes for true love. I think you have to admit to yourself what your heart truly desires."
"Guys!!! All of you! Traitors! This isn't true love! I'll get back at you for this!" Es responded toothlessly.
For a moment, you all enjoyed yourselves... but then you were reminded of who you were eating a meal with.
"So... I enjoy this and am thankful for it all. But I'm sorry Emma, your going to try to convince me while under the haze of sex and ale, to leave, leave my nation and leave the long term problem to my child...tell me that be her mother, not her head of state and be happy." You said.
"I'm sorry...I can't...I have to be the responsible one, for my nation and my Daughter." You said.
Your teacher looked stricken, and as the laughter cut out, she scrambled to answer you, "Surely we can have a discussion about this and-"
You shook your head, unable to stop remembering your past, "You know as well as I do we already had that conversation. "
Your old fling desperately tried to change tact, "You know, we can leave this topic for later. We were having fun, and-"
"And you've always told me to deal with my problems conclusively so that I can actually relax and have fun, when I get the chance.... Although now I wonder, was that one of those lessons you gave me to just give yourself the opportunity to get closer to me?"
"Ellera, I truly was trying to teach you as best I knew how! You had to be better!"
"But being better for you meant being a part of Domos. and I've always had responsibilities for my nation. Responsibilities that I won't forsake. I have never been 'the hedonistic daughter married to a few empty words and pledges, and unable to truly enjoy pleasure' like you told me last time. I do take my position seriously. My family always has. And I won't just leave things for my daughter like an overfilled trash bag I'm too lazy to take out. I do my duty!"
Emma shrank back into her couch, and for the first time, you noticed little blemishes she tried to hide under the makeup. The dark circles under her eyes. The gaunt cheeks hinted she might not be eating enough. However, contrary to these details, she answered just as firmly as you, "I am sorry I hurt you. But I did teach you, and I did try to make your future better. My efforts have never been a mistake... Just know, true conviction hurts everything...that's part of the reason why I even asked in the first place. That dedication will kill you."
"I already made my decision nearly twelve years ago... it's time for you to accept it." You said.
Emma for her part nodded. "So you did grow up while I was gone." A small smirk denoting pride.
"If you expected this to hurt...I'm much tougher than you. Goodbye Emma...I hope you aren't destroyed by your boredom and the real sense you finally found something you can't have." You said.
"Es...Des, I'm going to the apartment, I'm going to have fun and then spend time with my child. Hopefully you two haven't lost your touch and know how this works." You said tapping your thigh.
Emma was going to get cockblocked, and you were going to enjoy every moment of her realizing that.
Just as you were about to enter the limo and leave, you looked back one last time.
You quickly entered, but the image of your teacher stuck with you. You don't think she realized it, but tears were starting to form on her face. She actually looked sad this time.
Huh, tears were also starting to form for you too.... This was truly goodbye after all.... You didn't think you cared after so long but... It looks like this final meeting hurt your heart too.
The sound of the road and your companions seemed to dim as you realized your feelings.... before you were jostled and felt a comfortable warmth.
You took solace in the impromptu group hug Es and Des were giving you as you exited layer 7 and rode towards your apartment.
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(Eve POV)
You looked up as your eyes fluttered to see Mama. "Bah." <MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY! Look, I have minions now!>
Of course, your minions were sleeping again, but you weren't.... tired
"Hey little conqueror...you managed to be good for them. And look at that yawn!" She said,
Your hand then went to her face and noted she was wet and cold.
"Mommy had a shower before getting here...how are you feeling? a little tired?" She asked.
Not tired! Safe with mommy...SAFE.
Your eyes fluttered again as you started to sleep.
"Well...guess you were really tuckered out then, huh?" She said.
Reward: Ellera gains +5 Domos Favor.
Eve Gains Passive Buff Love From Mommy: Next turn due to extra love and attention your D6 Stat growth Roll will become a d12 for all development.
AN: A look into the Culture of Society.
A bit of Ellera's backstory...
and the fun times of Eve in a daycare.
Enjoy.
[X]A Layer 4 Private Care Center: You think leaving her in a more, personalized care center will socialize her but keep her safe.
(Ellera POV)
It was probably a good idea to leave Eve in a Private Care Center. If only because it was slightly cheaper, and the fact she likely didn't know her own strength.
There will be time enough to socialize her with other people and prevent her from getting a god complex…lord knows its going to be something.
You walked with Es and Des to the main reception hall and sighed. "Layer 4 Care Center, I'd recommend someone with durability and extra strength she's a handful."
The Receptionist looked at Eve for a moment and sighed. "Another Mutant spawn from hell?"
Well, that was rude…must be one of those purist bitches that wander around being rude as hell.
"Yes…make the arrangement, I'm cashing 4 Domos favor for this." You said. "You understand."
She wrote something in the CPU unit. "Indeed I do…don't get your ass beat too hard mutant…"
Yeah…Domos's purity cult was annoying…even though half of them are mutated in some way.
Well, lets hope Eve has fun with them or at least gives you time to…reacquaint yourself with old friends.
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Eve Enjoyment: D100 => 87
Eve knew the truth.
No matter how much Ellera fussed or spoke in that soothing tone, Ellera couldn't hide anything from Eve.
Mom had finally decided to be mean!
Mom always brought her everywhere! Even when she was busyness! And other people were there too! She always had listened to eve before and hadn't left her.
But now she was leaving, and she refused to listen! She had even scolded Eve after multiple attempts at crying! Did she not understand how sad she was making Eve feel?
She could feel the extremely strong resistance from Ellera's mind as well when she refused, but obviously, that was part of the lie! Mom was super lying! Lying in her words and in her head! Obviously!
But she'd see! When Mom comes back, Eve wouldn't even look at her, and it would be mom's turn to cry!
And-
"Come along Eve. Now that your mother has left, its time to take you to the nursery."
Ugh! This wasn't even the woman that mom had spoken to! Why would Mom leave her to a complete stranger? and why was this woman super lying too? Obviously, she didn't care about her, if she couldn't even spare time to meet mom!
Ha! How do you like not even being looked at now? Ha!
"I'm sorry your mom had to leave, Eve. But don't worry! We have all sorts of fun games if you come with me."
She then looked around and floated small objects around you, like mom did. "This is how I learn about you, do you want a game, a movie or the playpen...now I'm sorry you can't just go out and play with the children yet, it's nap time for them."
You felt some of your spit build up on your face. "ABABW!" <YOU UTTER FOOL How Else am I supposed to learn how to be like Mommy and LORD over the people responsibly! MOMMY Say's I'm going to be her little conqueror!!">
"Aww, first time away from Mommy's always the hardest." She said burping you as you burped and released some of your spit. "Don't worry we're gonna love you...for just the way you are."
You then tried to reach for her breasts.
"I know your mother fed you before leaving, plus you wouldn't like what I have those haven't been used for their intended job in 26 years." She said.
"BAH." You said. <Curses!!>
"Do you want to see what you want to do?" She said.
You hand then moved to the Film.
"Ohh, the kids love the animated films...this one has no hard violence or sex in it...Rated G, lightweights." She said.
"Then we can meet the children after their nap." She said. "Now...get cozy...its an hour or so long." She said
...
You had to say you had some serious concerns about what these people thought of action. Seriously, only Mr. Foxy seemed to be any good at running. All of his friends seemed to have two left feet! Baah, you would do so much better than Mr. Foxy's friends!
and wow, did you wish you were with Mr. Foxy right now. After all, you had been found by the scum of the galaxy! Bandits were upon you!
"Mr Foxy, you can do it!" "Marcy, stop talking.' "YOU SHUT UP BRIAN! MR FOXY IS BETTER THAN YOU AND YOU HAVE TO SEE IT!" "NO HE ISN'T!"
These Villains! They didn't even understand that they were your subjects! You were a conqueror! They should listen!
Instead, they defied the natural order for their own pleasure and-
"BWA!" <SILENCE, DISRUPTERS OF PEACE! Bow before your lord!>
"Shhhhh... see what you did, Brian! you upset the baby!" "alright, alright, we'll both shut up, ok?"
These villains didn't even understand the law, even when you tried to explain! They just carried on like you hadn't said anything!
CURSES!! MR FOXY DESTROYS THE BANDITS!! They are a hinderance to your plans.
MR FOXY!! Why aren't you listening either?
Your caretaker person looked at how you babbled while watching the film. "I haven't seen a kid into this movie in years...glad you're enjoying it."
NOOOOOOO!!!!
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(Ellera POV)
You were supposed to be having dinner at The Old Max, one of your favorite old haunts. Its a decent nightclub on layer 5, and it has always had some sort of enjoyable entertainment going on.
What Ellera didn't expect was an all-expense paid limo and a trip to the layer 7 nightlife, starting with the most expensive restaurant you've ever gazed upon. Even Es and Des seemed surprised when the limo came
You can't help but wonder who is trying to get your attention now.
A question that is quickly answered when you are brought to your table, and you find who is already sitting there.
Emma Weber, despite the normal sounding name, was anything but normal, spy, diplomate, sex god and now...to your surprise a member of Layer 7.
Now you knew the details were classified and under lock and key. But the Last time you saw her she was a member of layer 4.
While the story was interesting you were more surprised that she seemed to have aged very gracefully in the twelve or so years since you last saw her in person.
as you saw her turn towards you, you could see the definite signs of a full-blown smirk. It seemed she was in a grand mood if she was showing her happiness so openly.
You remembered the old days, right after you first met her. How she had this irritating habit of giving only the slightest hint of a smile by let one side of her lip twitch. You remember how she played hard to get for so long.... You remember how she scowled when you told her that her face would be stuck in a flat expression if she didn't smile more.... You remember how she told you that a smile could ruin an old face.
You couldn't help but feel that she had somehow cheated now, both sporting such an open positive expression, and how she had seemed to even cheat old age at the same time, despite being the one to tell you that old age and death were the two enemies that always won eventually.
Ugh, that smirk was too strong. You could already tell that she was feeling like she had won some great triumph, and that she would be lording it over all of you for the entire dinner.... And yet, you couldn't help but feel relieved to meet her, despite this, and the dozen other bad reasons.
You really couldn't forget those feelings of yours, could you?.... despite how bad it was for you.
She looked up and down at you as you prepared to sit down and enjoy the conversation. "You've been blessed by motherhood. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you through that."
"You would have tried to take her away like how you tried to convince me to run away with you and cause my nation to fall into Civil War." You said firmly, that the complicated feelings of life were from the past.
You couldn't truly afford to think of childish relations. No matter how good of a kisser she was...God it felt stupid thinking about it now...she broke your heart and tried to ruin your life using her charm.
For all of her skills and training, she was still sent to you serving a different master.
"It's just business...you know that, same way you feel killing fathers and brothers and tearing apart families...you were always good at violence." She said.
She then reached over and partly pulled open your coat and revealed your Synth Suit. "Holding out secrets from your teacher is a nasty habit."
"I remember the last time I told you anything about pre-interregnum tech, and my other crush almost died in an accident, and had almost everything taken from him"
"Honey, I believe I have always told you that you were due for someone far beyond him, and-"
"You do understand that you are insulting my daughter's father, correct? and the one lover I actually trust to always have my back."
...
...
"That isn't how it's supposed to go. You need someone with better genetics for the-"
"You mean, I should've had Eve with a betrayer like you? I actually would like her to grow up honest and truthful, not someone as duplicitous as you."
"Ellera, calm down a little. You are letting yourself get carried away. I brought you to layer 7 some that we could have some fun and-"
"Emma", you hiss with overexaggerated disdain, "Emma, how can I have fun here, when every act eventually just turns into more pain?"
Finally, your old teacher looks to have a little shame. You know you are going too far, that you absolutely are exaggerating things...
but her first comment couldn't have been more poorly made. She saw a synth suit, but all you remembered is your last tech expedition and how close you lost your child to your .... worst impulses. And now she calls you violent... now she talks about how you hide secrets. Does she really not see how much you could lose? Is she intent on never recognizing your pain?
It makes your gut turn that she can't see how hard this stuff is. At the end of the day, your rage reminds you, all of this is just business.... and it can only hurt you if your heart gets involved.
The good thing is that she recognized her mistake. "Oh...well, at the very least I'm going to pretend to apologize for the night."
You raised an eyebrow before shrugging. "There is a reason it didn't work out, your lack of tact being one of the parts of it."
"I'm a spy and assassin, all I do is pretend, the problem was in your youthful confusion, you thought it was real." She said.
"It like a lot of things was a lesson in the end." You said. "At the very least tell me how you got into the Seventh Layer?"
"Have you ever wondered how the last Pope died?" She said.
"I'm basically agnostic? And that was you?" You said.
"His heart exploded." She smirked.
The conversation quickly settled into a comfortable rhythm of questions and understated descriptions of extreme violence, as Ms. Weber slowly revealed some of the vents that she had been involved in the past decade.
Finally, Es and Des seemed to exclaim in relief when the food arrived..
The food you hadn't ordered.
"Don't worry, El. This is a 7th layer establishment. You don't need to order. Instead, an appropriate meal is made based on bio scans made when you enter the building. Its nothing too invasive, but it lets the chefs know exactly what type of food you would find delicious."
And there it is again. She can't help but trigger that sense that this is somehow all a lie. Its faint, but you can hear a voice in your head warning this is all a trap. Instead, you quash the feeling and try to soldier on and forget your doubts for a little longer.
"Before you try to leave listening to the voice in your head...do try the cheese and deli meat."
You reach down to the cheese and meats while remembering that sometimes she has an incredible ability to read you.... but then again, that was all part of the mission, wasn't it?
You know it isn't the food, but the whole thing tastes bitter, and you give yourself a second to actually calm down before continuing the conversation.
"So...your a layer seven now?" You said.
"I put a lot of work in in the last several years. A real busy body I've been." Emma said.
"How fake is your body at this point?" You said. "Can't make it to a Seven without a sacrifice or two."
She pauses for a moment, before answering, "Well, you know about my heart. That was one of the things I told you about before you left. I've also replaced my lungs and rib cage, for a full endurance package since then. My superior has been pressuring me to get my hands redone as well, but you know how much I like my personal touch, So that isn't going to happen anytime soon."
You do remember her story about how she needed her heart replaced. You can remember the exact words she used to describe her 'fuckup of a first mission', that had ended with her almost dead but achieving success far beyond her wildest dreams.
Honestly, you are surprised that after she betrayed you, she didn't turn that whole talk into a lesson by itself. You could just see her warning you about trusting 'those who admit they have no heart', or even just trying to teach you about 'what you should sacrifice if you ever really want to have great success'. Still, you know exactly what kind of person she would've turned you into if you had let her...
You would never have stopped your rampage on that space station, would you? She would've counseled that you shouldn't waste your rage.
She would've said that you stopped your daughter from learning a very important lesson. Everything is a resource with her after all.
"I'm surprised that you haven't replaced your hands. You always warned me about being too sentimental about any weapon."
She has a faraway look as she stares right through you, "My hands are in the exact form they need to be. These tools work best with the correct amount of information, and I won't foul them up with additional sensory data. Moreover, you know how your mind alters memories to compensate for updated body parts. It destroys the memory of trying to match old feelings to new body parts."
"Again with the sentimentality. You never put much weight in ruminating about past experiences. You always were pushing for something new."
The moment seems to linger for an eternity before she breaks your glare and looks away. When she finally has the courage to meet your eyes again, it seems she is desperate to move on to a new topic, "Well, if you're so excited about new things, then let's talk about your new suit"
"I've had it for a few years now." You said calmly. "It's quite snug...and it keeps adjusting itself in my sleep?"
"That's because it's alive, non-sentient, but it is very much trying to be a part of you," Emma said.
"Well, it had everything I can ever want to entertain myself..." You said.
"Oh, I bet...have you figured out the more advanced bits?" She said. "I'm no expert myself but the belt line does contain a more in-depth system if you can't exactly think of it."
How did she? "My guess is your friend in high places has one?"
"A Layer ten, she's older the most of us here. Es and Des were her caretakers when she was having her intestines replaced with flash organs...don't know why she was a body purist, but to each their own."
"How old?" You asked as you looked at the belt line to see little control bits light up.
"Around six or seven hundred years old...she doesn't do much except Sexual education, not after a brush with an auto ax to her face...somehow after getting rid of the worse scars made her even more pretty." She said.
You noticed her eyes flit around your body, as you suddenly felt self-conscious. Was she really going to start up that old argument about scar removal? You were proud of your war trophies, even the ones inflicted on your body! She had no right to tell you that you needed to remove them.
Still, it seems as if she was in an agreeable mood, as she continued, without touching the taboo topic, "She has had great enjoyment with her device, but I have heard about one issue." She pointed to one of the dials on your suit as she continued, "That particular setting was never implemented properly, apparently, and-"
Your mind went back to the similar warning Dr. Ambrose had given about the suit after her inspection, and you wondered why this warning made everything feel so much worse. This was supposed to be a night to catch up, a night with friends, and a night where you could relax without eve. Instead, it was making you want to scream and go back home.
Es finally cut into the conversation, "Wait, Emma, you can't be talking about... that fat hag! She had a suit like this? And she never shares!"
Des chided her quickly, "Es, you remember that her appearance was just a side effect of the stasis she was being kept in before her organ replacement, right? Have you not looked her up? She looks gorgeous! Unless... were you into her in that size?"
Your old teacher couldn't help but chuckle, "Es, I know they value discretion and not poking your nose where it doesn't belong, but... that doesn't mean assuming their hospital gown is their normal fashionwear, right? You are probably expected to check their publicly available pictures to know what they look like."
Es responded in mock outrage, "Traitors! Aren't you supposed to be helping me out here! I can't believe both of you are laughing at me! You could've told me I had the wrong idea!"
You couldn't help but join in on the ribbing, "But Es, we are helping you. You are looking for the woman of your dreams, someone who leaves such an impression that you can't hep but remember what they looked like the first time you laid eyes on them. And now you've met such a person!"
Es eyes seemed to vibrate for a second, as she took in what you said, "Ellera, she is not my fated romantic partner! Not that fat hag! ... Wait, Why did you tell them about what I thought meeting my fated partner would be like.... Wait, Ellera, why are you joining in one teasing me?! Its supposed to be the other way around!" Es replied in false indignation.
Emma quickly asked, "Wait, Es? Fated partner? What is that about?"
Des quickly answered the question before her friend could silence her, "Es believes in finding your true love at first glance. She's convinced she will always remember her true love's appearance from their first meeting, and that's how she'll be able to tell its her fated romantic partner"
Es responded in false shock, "Des, you're not supposed to know all that! Wait, don't make fun of me! That fat lumberjack of a woman is not one true love! Quit that smirk, Des!"
All of you chuckled, while Emma took a moment to drive the final nail in the coffin, "I don't know, Es. From what it sounds like, this meeting checks all the boxes for true love. I think you have to admit to yourself what your heart truly desires."
"Guys!!! All of you! Traitors! This isn't true love! I'll get back at you for this!" Es responded toothlessly.
For a moment, you all enjoyed yourselves... but then you were reminded of who you were eating a meal with.
"So... I enjoy this and am thankful for it all. But I'm sorry Emma, your going to try to convince me while under the haze of sex and ale, to leave, leave my nation and leave the long term problem to my child...tell me that be her mother, not her head of state and be happy." You said.
"I'm sorry...I can't...I have to be the responsible one, for my nation and my Daughter." You said.
Your teacher looked stricken, and as the laughter cut out, she scrambled to answer you, "Surely we can have a discussion about this and-"
You shook your head, unable to stop remembering your past, "You know as well as I do we already had that conversation. "
Your old fling desperately tried to change tact, "You know, we can leave this topic for later. We were having fun, and-"
"And you've always told me to deal with my problems conclusively so that I can actually relax and have fun, when I get the chance.... Although now I wonder, was that one of those lessons you gave me to just give yourself the opportunity to get closer to me?"
"Ellera, I truly was trying to teach you as best I knew how! You had to be better!"
"But being better for you meant being a part of Domos. and I've always had responsibilities for my nation. Responsibilities that I won't forsake. I have never been 'the hedonistic daughter married to a few empty words and pledges, and unable to truly enjoy pleasure' like you told me last time. I do take my position seriously. My family always has. And I won't just leave things for my daughter like an overfilled trash bag I'm too lazy to take out. I do my duty!"
Emma shrank back into her couch, and for the first time, you noticed little blemishes she tried to hide under the makeup. The dark circles under her eyes. The gaunt cheeks hinted she might not be eating enough. However, contrary to these details, she answered just as firmly as you, "I am sorry I hurt you. But I did teach you, and I did try to make your future better. My efforts have never been a mistake... Just know, true conviction hurts everything...that's part of the reason why I even asked in the first place. That dedication will kill you."
"I already made my decision nearly twelve years ago... it's time for you to accept it." You said.
Emma for her part nodded. "So you did grow up while I was gone." A small smirk denoting pride.
"If you expected this to hurt...I'm much tougher than you. Goodbye Emma...I hope you aren't destroyed by your boredom and the real sense you finally found something you can't have." You said.
"Es...Des, I'm going to the apartment, I'm going to have fun and then spend time with my child. Hopefully you two haven't lost your touch and know how this works." You said tapping your thigh.
Emma was going to get cockblocked, and you were going to enjoy every moment of her realizing that.
Just as you were about to enter the limo and leave, you looked back one last time.
You quickly entered, but the image of your teacher stuck with you. You don't think she realized it, but tears were starting to form on her face. She actually looked sad this time.
Huh, tears were also starting to form for you too.... This was truly goodbye after all.... You didn't think you cared after so long but... It looks like this final meeting hurt your heart too.
The sound of the road and your companions seemed to dim as you realized your feelings.... before you were jostled and felt a comfortable warmth.
You took solace in the impromptu group hug Es and Des were giving you as you exited layer 7 and rode towards your apartment.
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(Eve POV)
You looked up as your eyes fluttered to see Mama. "Bah." <MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY! Look, I have minions now!>
Of course, your minions were sleeping again, but you weren't.... tired
"Hey little conqueror...you managed to be good for them. And look at that yawn!" She said,
Your hand then went to her face and noted she was wet and cold.
"Mommy had a shower before getting here...how are you feeling? a little tired?" She asked.
Not tired! Safe with mommy...SAFE.
Your eyes fluttered again as you started to sleep.
"Well...guess you were really tuckered out then, huh?" She said.
Reward: Ellera gains +5 Domos Favor.
Eve Gains Passive Buff Love From Mommy: Next turn due to extra love and attention your D6 Stat growth Roll will become a d12 for all development.
AN: A look into the Culture of Society.
A bit of Ellera's backstory...
and the fun times of Eve in a daycare.
Enjoy.
Star Body
- Location
- California,USA
Star Body
You had this ungodly feeling of pain in your back and you need to get that looked at.
You thought you were taking care of yourself, but it seems like your body disagreed and decided to yell at you about it today. Ugh! and it was being such a bitch about it too!
You quickly call in a favor from Des, and suddenly, you were rushing to an appointment at the best massage doctor on layer 4.
Ugh, if she could stop these aches, the rush would be worth it.
The Masseuse looked at you before saying anything. "Gravity Adjustments...nothing to serious."
Normally, you would've made a snarky comment, or made a quip about the store name (seriously, who names their therapy store Celestial Cures?), but ugh! you just wanted the aches to end.
After just a few minutes, you could already feel the knots unwinding and all the pain fading away. The masseuse was working wonders, and you idly reminded yourself that you really needed to thank Des for recommending this place. Still, there was that one nagging ache that the marvel palms had yet to reach.
And yet you could tell they were oh so close and-!
*CRACK!*
You felt so relaxed…so open and so calm while the Domos masseuse did her work.
You haven't felt this good in years.
*CRACK!*
So that was where the pain in your back was?
Now you just felt relieved!
And…
Hold on…why are you seeing your body?
Why are you glowing! And why are you just standing there gawking at your abs!
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!
Az looked at you as he seemingly was eating a bowl of Cereal.
"Oh you astral projected…neat and you didn't need to synch up with a black hole to do it?" He said.
"Why am I DOING THIS!" You said.
"Well you must have synched with the movements of the Core? If I had to guess, and not many people have done that? And the fact you did it so early…hmm, shit just how advanced IS your mutation anyway?" He said.
You just kept blinking at him. This was not what you needed today. You were hoping to relax! Not meet the extradimensional godfather of your child!
"I don't think I'm particularly advanced with my mutation. Its much more advanced than most of the population, but I do know there are several on Domos alone who are supposed to have more advanced and exotic mutations"
Az just sported a grin as he responded, "Are you sure about that? Or is that what they told you? Because you've never felt all that weak to me; You're more like a flame at low burn ready to explode instead. That, and every mention of you in history always notes your rather.. special mutations."
"Special? I know mutations are rare, but among them, mine are certainly not the most advanced... They-"
"Are you sure about that? You are connected to your core now.. You should be able to feel the full extent of your mutation. Its a little weird that you don't know your own mutation strength though. That normally doesn't change unless... Ah! I got it! Its all those fun trips you've had into black holes! Those have all exerted great pressures.... including evolutionary pressures. Its no wonder your body is reacting. Its trying to handle something no human would experience under normal circumstances! Fascinating how your body is boosting your mutation's power in response."
You couldn't help but grimace, "Az, that doesn't inspire confidence. In fact, that sounds like a great reason to not go near a black hole ever again."
Az face instantly morphs into shock, as if you've betrayed him in the worst way possible. "Wait, you promised to let me see my god daughter! You can't go back on that!"
Ok, well, he deserves it. You respond with the simple fact, "That takes time…she's not even 3."
"Yes, and you just mentioned never coming by black holes! Are you going to keep me from my god daughter forever? And furthermore, don't act like three isn't the perfect age to meet her! She's still cute and adorable."
You gave a sigh as you seemingly touched the bridge of your nose for a moment... and then you noticed it, "Az, why is my hand on fire?"
"Oh your psionics is tricking your body into metabolizing Hawkings Radiation....and that has very peculiar effects on your body...really have you heard of Andonites from that cool show from the past...its good...your basically doing that. Though not in the Physical plane yet." Az said, returning back to his laid back attitude he had when you first arrived.
"Why doesn't it hurt?" You started to sweat.
"Because once you can do it on the Physical plane, your body won't disintegrate from the output." He said. "Really keep up Ellera."
Az was being smug, and even had the smirk painted across his face. You could already tell he knew exactly what was going on.
"so, my back was giving me insane problems, and once I got that fixed, my core synced, and then my psionics started trying to convince my body to process radiation.. which is now lighting body parts on fire. Is there anything I am missing? I feel like it'd be hard for this day to any worse or more crazy"
Oh no.... Az still had that smirk on his face!
"Did you watch Ben 10...good show."
That...was unhelpful. Please let that comment be indicative of nothing. You had too many surprises....
No, he still had that smirk on his face, that comment absolutely meant something.
You just gave him a look, silently demanding him to continue.
"Wait, seriously? you haven't seen it? I loved that show as a kid!"
Really, was him telling you anything about this so hard? You just wanted him to tell you what-
"OK, OK, stop glaring. I'll let you know more. It comes down to the actual power of your mutation. You can alter your body form to mimic certain aliens.. so the fire is actually you're attempt to mimic.... wait, give me a second here, I need to look it up"
Seriously, you were part alien now? That didn't make sense. Humanity had been looking for aliens for the longest time and found nothing. Why in the world would your mutation try to imitate something that didn't exist?
"Well its more...Mimic the appearance of one, your more or less going to be like one, mostly due to the fact your metabolizing all that radiation, your big brain is using that as a danger sense warning, and how you can read minds, your just reading their bio electrical bits."
Not quite grasping his meaning, you try to gain more direct data through experience, as you decide to take a much closer look at Az and mimic him, and think you can feel something-"
"No No NO! That's a bad idea. I don't think your body is ready to try and enact that much change yet. You can work up to that, but you are just starting out. Trying to use me with your mutation.... won't work well."
"How so?" You said.
"Your brain will collapse with two consciousness's battling for control trust me I met a guy with that it was not pretty." He said.
"So how do I control what is happening?!" You said feeling the energy burn at your skin.
"You don't...let it happen and then you will have control." Az nodded.
"When will it happen?" You said as you began to fade back into your body.
"Who knows, just don't panic when it happens." He said
You stop forcing it, and the flame cools along with your temper, until its a tight flicker of light blue light sticking tightly to the curves of your skin.
You can just feel the dread forming in your stomach as you realize something.
"Eve is going to love playing with this. Oh no, she is absolutely going to be insistent, and it's still forming too"
Az can't help but let loose a laugh at your expense before calming down. And then he continues laughing like he's heard the funnies joke in the world.
Then he stops, gives you the biggest shit-eating grin, and gives you one last message, "Good luck when you explode...don't worry it only hurts the first time...mostly. Oh and don't worry about your body being repaired, it will do that automatically. HAVE FUN!!"
You mind was forced Back into your body as you screamed "AHHHH"
*CRACK!*
"Oh shit, you alright you had a lot of tension in your spine that needed to be worked out." The masseuse said.
.....
Well, at least you were back to that pleasant feeling now. And also not on fire... yet. Although who knows how long that will last.
Finally, the long pause of silent thought was broken by the masseuse. "Umm, Miss Sigmonddottor? How do you feel." She asked.
"Weightless, is that normal?" You said.
"Oh, well its good to know your now adjusted properly. Keep an eye out for any change and keep your doctors informed before your next combat deployment." She said.
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You were ready to leave...finally, now you felt ready to return to your life of well everything.
"Alright Eve...now its time to go home." You said rubbing your nose. "I hope you had a good time."
She was fast asleep now.
"I hope you can come back Ellera, we've all missed you." Es and Des said.
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Reward: Domos Visit Successful, you have expanded your Mutation heavily.
Gain Submutation: ???: I am the Form that will outlast stars and the feeling of Gravity is in my palms.
AN: Well, this is something, but as Ellera gets more of her stuff together, the more likely things get more interesting for her.
Give me feedback!
I need Validation.
Also thanks Anon.
You had this ungodly feeling of pain in your back and you need to get that looked at.
You thought you were taking care of yourself, but it seems like your body disagreed and decided to yell at you about it today. Ugh! and it was being such a bitch about it too!
You quickly call in a favor from Des, and suddenly, you were rushing to an appointment at the best massage doctor on layer 4.
Ugh, if she could stop these aches, the rush would be worth it.
The Masseuse looked at you before saying anything. "Gravity Adjustments...nothing to serious."
Normally, you would've made a snarky comment, or made a quip about the store name (seriously, who names their therapy store Celestial Cures?), but ugh! you just wanted the aches to end.
After just a few minutes, you could already feel the knots unwinding and all the pain fading away. The masseuse was working wonders, and you idly reminded yourself that you really needed to thank Des for recommending this place. Still, there was that one nagging ache that the marvel palms had yet to reach.
And yet you could tell they were oh so close and-!
*CRACK!*
You felt so relaxed…so open and so calm while the Domos masseuse did her work.
You haven't felt this good in years.
*CRACK!*
So that was where the pain in your back was?
Now you just felt relieved!
And…
Hold on…why are you seeing your body?
Why are you glowing! And why are you just standing there gawking at your abs!
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!
Az looked at you as he seemingly was eating a bowl of Cereal.
"Oh you astral projected…neat and you didn't need to synch up with a black hole to do it?" He said.
"Why am I DOING THIS!" You said.
"Well you must have synched with the movements of the Core? If I had to guess, and not many people have done that? And the fact you did it so early…hmm, shit just how advanced IS your mutation anyway?" He said.
You just kept blinking at him. This was not what you needed today. You were hoping to relax! Not meet the extradimensional godfather of your child!
"I don't think I'm particularly advanced with my mutation. Its much more advanced than most of the population, but I do know there are several on Domos alone who are supposed to have more advanced and exotic mutations"
Az just sported a grin as he responded, "Are you sure about that? Or is that what they told you? Because you've never felt all that weak to me; You're more like a flame at low burn ready to explode instead. That, and every mention of you in history always notes your rather.. special mutations."
"Special? I know mutations are rare, but among them, mine are certainly not the most advanced... They-"
"Are you sure about that? You are connected to your core now.. You should be able to feel the full extent of your mutation. Its a little weird that you don't know your own mutation strength though. That normally doesn't change unless... Ah! I got it! Its all those fun trips you've had into black holes! Those have all exerted great pressures.... including evolutionary pressures. Its no wonder your body is reacting. Its trying to handle something no human would experience under normal circumstances! Fascinating how your body is boosting your mutation's power in response."
You couldn't help but grimace, "Az, that doesn't inspire confidence. In fact, that sounds like a great reason to not go near a black hole ever again."
Az face instantly morphs into shock, as if you've betrayed him in the worst way possible. "Wait, you promised to let me see my god daughter! You can't go back on that!"
Ok, well, he deserves it. You respond with the simple fact, "That takes time…she's not even 3."
"Yes, and you just mentioned never coming by black holes! Are you going to keep me from my god daughter forever? And furthermore, don't act like three isn't the perfect age to meet her! She's still cute and adorable."
You gave a sigh as you seemingly touched the bridge of your nose for a moment... and then you noticed it, "Az, why is my hand on fire?"
"Oh your psionics is tricking your body into metabolizing Hawkings Radiation....and that has very peculiar effects on your body...really have you heard of Andonites from that cool show from the past...its good...your basically doing that. Though not in the Physical plane yet." Az said, returning back to his laid back attitude he had when you first arrived.
"Why doesn't it hurt?" You started to sweat.
"Because once you can do it on the Physical plane, your body won't disintegrate from the output." He said. "Really keep up Ellera."
Az was being smug, and even had the smirk painted across his face. You could already tell he knew exactly what was going on.
"so, my back was giving me insane problems, and once I got that fixed, my core synced, and then my psionics started trying to convince my body to process radiation.. which is now lighting body parts on fire. Is there anything I am missing? I feel like it'd be hard for this day to any worse or more crazy"
Oh no.... Az still had that smirk on his face!
"Did you watch Ben 10...good show."
That...was unhelpful. Please let that comment be indicative of nothing. You had too many surprises....
No, he still had that smirk on his face, that comment absolutely meant something.
You just gave him a look, silently demanding him to continue.
"Wait, seriously? you haven't seen it? I loved that show as a kid!"
Really, was him telling you anything about this so hard? You just wanted him to tell you what-
"OK, OK, stop glaring. I'll let you know more. It comes down to the actual power of your mutation. You can alter your body form to mimic certain aliens.. so the fire is actually you're attempt to mimic.... wait, give me a second here, I need to look it up"
Seriously, you were part alien now? That didn't make sense. Humanity had been looking for aliens for the longest time and found nothing. Why in the world would your mutation try to imitate something that didn't exist?
"Well its more...Mimic the appearance of one, your more or less going to be like one, mostly due to the fact your metabolizing all that radiation, your big brain is using that as a danger sense warning, and how you can read minds, your just reading their bio electrical bits."
Not quite grasping his meaning, you try to gain more direct data through experience, as you decide to take a much closer look at Az and mimic him, and think you can feel something-"
"No No NO! That's a bad idea. I don't think your body is ready to try and enact that much change yet. You can work up to that, but you are just starting out. Trying to use me with your mutation.... won't work well."
"How so?" You said.
"Your brain will collapse with two consciousness's battling for control trust me I met a guy with that it was not pretty." He said.
"So how do I control what is happening?!" You said feeling the energy burn at your skin.
"You don't...let it happen and then you will have control." Az nodded.
"When will it happen?" You said as you began to fade back into your body.
"Who knows, just don't panic when it happens." He said
You stop forcing it, and the flame cools along with your temper, until its a tight flicker of light blue light sticking tightly to the curves of your skin.
You can just feel the dread forming in your stomach as you realize something.
"Eve is going to love playing with this. Oh no, she is absolutely going to be insistent, and it's still forming too"
Az can't help but let loose a laugh at your expense before calming down. And then he continues laughing like he's heard the funnies joke in the world.
Then he stops, gives you the biggest shit-eating grin, and gives you one last message, "Good luck when you explode...don't worry it only hurts the first time...mostly. Oh and don't worry about your body being repaired, it will do that automatically. HAVE FUN!!"
You mind was forced Back into your body as you screamed "AHHHH"
*CRACK!*
"Oh shit, you alright you had a lot of tension in your spine that needed to be worked out." The masseuse said.
.....
Well, at least you were back to that pleasant feeling now. And also not on fire... yet. Although who knows how long that will last.
Finally, the long pause of silent thought was broken by the masseuse. "Umm, Miss Sigmonddottor? How do you feel." She asked.
"Weightless, is that normal?" You said.
"Oh, well its good to know your now adjusted properly. Keep an eye out for any change and keep your doctors informed before your next combat deployment." She said.
--------------------
You were ready to leave...finally, now you felt ready to return to your life of well everything.
"Alright Eve...now its time to go home." You said rubbing your nose. "I hope you had a good time."
She was fast asleep now.
"I hope you can come back Ellera, we've all missed you." Es and Des said.
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Reward: Domos Visit Successful, you have expanded your Mutation heavily.
Gain Submutation: ???: I am the Form that will outlast stars and the feeling of Gravity is in my palms.
AN: Well, this is something, but as Ellera gets more of her stuff together, the more likely things get more interesting for her.
Give me feedback!
I need Validation.
Also thanks Anon.
- Location
- California,USA
Its not the case they (The Humans) just are bad at looking for them (The Aliens).
Or the Aliens are just afraid of Humanity due to our Pre-Interregnum Habits.
And all the War Crimes...we did during the Interregnum.
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- Location
- Ohio
I understand, it is just fun speculation.
- Location
- California,USA
*And if anyone activates DLC in the next Quest section*
Because besides the Aliens any more questions?
- Location
- Ohio
I am not that kind of quester since I don't vote often. (I got into quest stuff much latter in life.)*And if anyone activates DLC in the next Quest section*
Because besides the Aliens any more questions?
It was meant more out of humor in the sense of how arrogant more advanced nations can be.
Mutants are a very common part of the population in this Galaxy?
- Location
- California,USA
Depends on the Region mostly. Persus Arm is filled with a lot of the More Human looking ones,
The main rule of crazy sci fi. Doesn't even what will happen
- Location
- California,USA
Ellera: So someone declared war on me...hope they filled out the form.
Polarity Protocol
- Location
- California,USA
Polarity Protocol
(Dr. Anders POV)
Anders looked at her withered and sparking cybernetic arm and quietly looked at the facility.
It had been days, no weeks since you started digging your way through the old facilities old tunnel system, with intervals of going through the access system.
Voltan 5 had been many things since you had left, going off the records.
A battlefield, a tribal settlement planet, another battlefield and a site of vast mineral wealth and research once upon a time.
You were here for many things, revenge, and weapons to see that revenge through.
"Those smugglers were using this place to hide scrap heaps and burned-out electronics...not knowing of the technological treasure trove that lay beneath them...fools, IGNORANT FOOLS!"
She couldn't help but feel smug imagining the scuttling of idiots several meters above, while she extracted the true surprise.
Of course, they would die, as soon as she activated her hidden secrets, but honestly, that was part of the joy of realizing that this stash was still undisturbed and worki-
"IS THAT RUST!"
She... She couldn't believe what she was looking at! There Fucking Door Lock had rusted over! This facility was supposed to be secure, and environmentally controlled! THERE SHOULDN"T BE ANY DAMN FUCKING RUST!
...
She dimly made the connection between the stupid smugglers surface-side and the disturbance to her domain here.... They had disturbed the power supply or the connection to it, hadn't they? Damn, you couldn't afford having this site be a dead end too!
Ander's immediately began working on the rusted lock, in a mad dash to see what had really happened inside her vault... and if everything was salvageable.
"NO...NO! NO! It can't just be rust I spent to many years preparing FOR THIS!! NO NO NO!"
Voice Print Recognized....Welcome Dr. Anders.
The doors immediately began to move.... before snagging on the rust... Yet, for a moment, the motors seemed to overcome the ravages of time, as the doors jerked open... halfway.
Listening to the futile whine of the motors, Anders realized just how close the systems in her vault were to breaking down. As she slipped sideways passed the stuck door, she noticed the failing lights, as the emergency power system seemed to teeter on the brink of failure. Every so often, all the lights would cut out, before the power system would struggle to recover, and ensure the vault properly greeted its owner. Ander's despaired at the state of her vault, especially since this was only the first room!
Gathering up her spite and fury, she stomped towards hallway, mortified by what she imagined the state her projects would be in.
No...you would need to go deeper into the Vault, to the second and third room.
Because they had the armory and the other project files on site, meaning that even if they were gone, they could still be salvageable.
Many didn't see the Interregnum as they call it as a big deal, but no...YOU and many others saw it all coming.
"Finally...into the armory." You said.
The Armory was standard fare, high caliber weapons, sharp blades, and other instruments of murder. Mostly to be used by your guards or another project worth of people.
You smiled as you mentally catalogued and confirmed the presence of several of the deadliest pre-interregnum weapons....
At least, you were smiling until you started looking through the ammo caches....
WHAT HAD HAPPENED!
It was bad enough that a significant portion of the more mundane ammo was now sporting some sort of rust, ruining those bullets.
No, the true crime here were the many, many more exotic weaponry which either were no longer radioactive, spewing plasma, or in general hadn't conserved the destructive exotic energies that made these bullets deadly. Of course, it was feasible to replace these bullets... but it would take forever! Unless you were lucky and found a completely intact weapons factory for each bullet, you wouldn't be able to stock up any sufficient amount of ammo for months at least!
You couldn't believe it... Hundreds of shiny, glorious guns, made useless due to improper ammunition storage. You would've killed the intern who would've handled this, if you didn't know for a fact that he was already dead.
You were ready to scream in agony until your Cybernetics gave out but you at least had the sense to check if your other projects were intact.
"Open Project Polarity File B, All access." You said feeing your many holes and damages your your cyborg body took in the journey to get here.
You dragged yourself to the door..
The door that hadn't opened. This couldn't be broken! THIS ABSOLUTELY MUST NOT BE-
"Danger to clean room detected. To ensure continued maintenance and operability, please remove any offending dirt or debris before entering"
You could only gape at the machine. You had to be kidding.... Was your base really demanding you take a shower?!
You slowly dragged yourself back the way you came, looking for the spray nozzle, and the decontaminant mix.
20 minutes later, you waddled to the door again, like a cat still sopping wet from a bath. You felt like one too. You hated the fact that you actually had to resort to something so barbaric like spraying over yourself directly with a hose just to reach your own projects but....
but, it would all be worth it if everything inside was fine.
Once again, you called out, "Open Project Polarity File B, All access." And this time, the door opened.
And you couldn't help but smile at what you saw inside.
There it was...the finest operational combat Chassis that you had ever built, and while not fully to the level of a full Military Chassis, it was made to survive, not to destroy.
A Slim Robotic Frame nearing 5'11, its pulsing twin plasma reactors within the cheat cavity were operating at their lowest scanning setting.
It had taken nearly a decade to gain enough money and time to install a reactor that small, but the results were worth it to you. It could power the mind and body, the automated repair system and the many other systems for the better part of three, no four thousand years.
To say nothing of its onboard weapons that it carries.
You smiled at the modular weapon mount system, which allowed you to cycle through your full weapon loadout within seconds, despite the size of many of the weapon systems.
Remembering what happened in the armory, you decided to personally inspect each weapon. You powered up the weapons systems and started the full body diagnostic.
Oh boy! The Plasma cannon still works, as is the flamethrower. The Micromissiles need more work, but that can be made and arranged.
"So...I love it." You said. Then you looked at the fiber wires...and the Arm blade.
Tapping the right arm, the blade popped out a 2 to 5 feet blade that could cut human flesh to pieces in seconds.
You spend a second cycling through the several blade augmentations and confirm almost everything works... the graviton stun blade is still having problems, but there had always been problems with that design, and you had never had the chance to work out any of the kinks.
Still, it almost looks like everything is working fine.... almost.
but you know better than that. There is still one more critical system you need to check and confirm is working.
Well the One besides the Mimic Alloy that worked like the T-1000 armor coating...
It was your mind and brain. It was the final piece needed to bring this project to completion.
Oh if you had any ways of properly regulating your endorphins you would have turned them off.
Your heart is beating intensely. Being quite honest, you had still been experimenting with this part of the project, but you were quite sure you had returned the model to its latest safe version, and that things were fine.... but still... You hadn't really tested any of your designs. You weren't even really sure what the long term mental effects would've been. Its why you hadn't moved this project from the secret vault to a more accessible location. You honestly didn't believe it was ready.
But Circumstances were what they were... And you would have your revenge, at any cost.
And besides?
Everyone seemed to be going insane these days...why shouldn't you join all the FUN as well!
Your cybernetics attached to your body sparked. "Activate the Prog...Project! Prepare Mind Transfer suite...maximum Transfer protocol...100 Percent Transfer!"
"P̶̲͂R̷̨̐È̵̫P̵̲̀Ḁ̶͐R̴̢̈́E̸̫͘ ̴̼̓Ő̶͙P̸̦̿Ḙ̸̍Ŕ̶̬Ǎ̴͇T̶̥̒I̷̪͘Ỏ̸̪N̵̻̏ ̵̠͋A̶̮͠N̶͚͆D̵̗̾ ̷̨̊D̷̩̕R̴͚̀Í̷̥Ṿ̴͂Ḙ̴͂ ̸͍̃M̸̳̈E̴͇͑ ̷̡̋T̵̘̾O̷̺̓ ̵̧̚T̵̝̀H̸̢̐E̶̖̔ ̵̌ͅẼ̸̘M̴̻̏B̴̙̎R̶̮͘A̷̻̓C̵̲͂Ĕ̶̖ ̶͉͐T̵̰͠Ĥ̶̨Ę̶͛ ̴̭̇T̵̪̈́H̸̼͐E̷͉̚ ̷̦͝M̸̲̚A̵͖͊C̶̥͠H̵̻͐I̸͖̿N̸͗͜E̸͚͛ ̷͓͝G̸̰̕O̷̰͑D̷̼͊!̸͍͐!̶̙͗"
Preparing Protocal Transfer Operation...
Enter the Dark Dream and Arise a GOD Dr. Anders.
"CALL ME ALRIS ANDERS MISTRESS OF MACHINES!"
No...
Beginning Operation...this will Sting!
As you felt the process begin, you could feel something didn't quite feel... right. You weren't going insane.... In fact, you were feeling as rational as ever.
And yet, you couldn't help but feel your passion for the near future slowly.. deaden. Even with all the weapons and capabilities of your new body, which you readily admitted was one of the most destructive machines still remaining in the universe, but for some reason, that didn't seem to leave an impression on you. Hell, even the fact that this transfer might fail and leave you dead, another fact that you readily admitted, didn't strike you with fear.
You were left feeling a little perplexed... but that wasn't a huge concern, was it? In fact.... was any of it a concern?
After all, the lack of feeling may be due to some emotional stagnation that is occurring with the transfer process, but does it really matter? It isn't some fatal threat. You got into this body to deal with physical threats, and that is still true. But-
Wait, you don't care about the fact that you don't care?
That feels wrong..... That feels very wrong.....
But your body was relaxed, and you could so easily imagine just loitering and doing nothing for the rest of your days, dying from rust, rather than active malevolence.
A shiver goes down your metallic spine, reminding you of your little remaining humanity. You were losing yourself in a sea of apathy.
You were supposed to keep something of yourself! None of the tests had the subject lose interest completely! There were just light changes, mentally. Your robotic self kept trying to remind you of the history of these transfers, of the experiments you had conducted yourself...
but innately, you knew differently....That last little piece of you was screaming out. Oh God! you were about to die, just because you couldn't find it in yourself to care about the fact that you were starving or dying, or something else... and you could feel it ever so presently that you were caring less and less about this horrific second.
OH GOD OH GOD YOU WERE ABOUT TO DISAPPEAR! YOU NEEDED TO GRAB ONTO SOMETHING, ANYTHING THAT COULD SURVIVE THIS PROCESS AND OH GOD!
You tried to grab onto fear, but already death felt like just another fact that would come to pass, one that your machine body knew to accept. There was no hesitation about that fate.
You tried to grab onto your superiority, the fact that you were better than so much of what was left in the galaxy. The fact that you knew you were one of the pre-interregnum organisms that deserved to govern the peons that inhabited the stars.... and yet, ever so quickly, your machine body merely supported the idea that you were superior, even without doing anything.
You were slipping away! You needed something, anything! Even now, your rational side was beginning to question why you cared about your ego slipping away!
Your cleverness was assuaged with stats about your computational power. Your happiness was comforted with facts about more detailed and broader sensory data. Your sadness was mollified by the increased logical capacity of your new mind. Your Anger-
Your anger found purchase. Your anger didn't slip away but kept. You had to survive. You were so much! You were part of the Pre-interregnum! You were the height of human civilization! You were the most Beautiful thing in the bloody fucking universe, especially after your transfer to this body (You had made sure you would be becoming a beauty!) And you were pissed! A machine was trying to convince you that the universe could do without you!
Those fucking smugglers wouldn't be punished for literally shitting on your secret vault so much it stopped working!
Those fucking bitches who tore apart the best hope for reestablishing pre-interregnum society because they were too butt-hurt about a fucking pregnant mutant?!
THE FUCKING UNIVERSE WANTED YOU TO GO AWAY! THEN LET IT LISTEN TO YOUR RAGE! YOU WOULD ALWAYS BE HERE! YOU WOULD NEVER FORGET YOUR LOATHING OF THIS STUPID STUPID GALAXY!
LET THEM ALL FUCKING DIE IF THEY WON'T FUCKING RECOGNIZE YOU! LET IT ALL BURN! LET IT ALL BURN! LET IT ALL DIE!!!!
IN THE DESPAIR OF THE INTERREGNUM!! THEY SPEAK OF DESPAIR AND TERROR!
FROM THE EYES OF THE VOID TO THE PITS OF GENOS!!
I WILL BRING THE GALAXY TO ITS KNEES!
I AM THE STORM LIGHT OF TAU-CETI!
THE BANE OF THE CANTAR FLEET!
I AM DR. ANDERS...
You opened your Eyes and bore into the Watcher seeing your awakening.
"Well, Lets see what we can do against these targets shall we?" You said with a smooth clear voice that held none of the old fear of the world, only confidence and pride.
You winked at the Camera, and then...looked at the manifest for your lab.
"Oh, now that looks good."
----------------------------
The Planet's Crust cracked as only a small shuttle left the planet.
"That was a fun warm-up, a fun test spin, took me only 3 months to kill them all. I'm going to paint this galaxy red with my power, you know for fun!"
She then kissed a drones recorder. "Let the bitch know I'm COMING! "
You sat smug for a moment and then you realized something.
"Where the fuck does that bitch actually LIVE!" You shouted.
Reward: Project Polarity is Online.
Weapons Cache Beacons reactivated, new actions available.
AN: Finally its done.
Give me feedback, give me update stuff.
I might be putting this on Hiatus but I don't know yet.
Enjoy.
(Dr. Anders POV)
Anders looked at her withered and sparking cybernetic arm and quietly looked at the facility.
It had been days, no weeks since you started digging your way through the old facilities old tunnel system, with intervals of going through the access system.
Voltan 5 had been many things since you had left, going off the records.
A battlefield, a tribal settlement planet, another battlefield and a site of vast mineral wealth and research once upon a time.
You were here for many things, revenge, and weapons to see that revenge through.
"Those smugglers were using this place to hide scrap heaps and burned-out electronics...not knowing of the technological treasure trove that lay beneath them...fools, IGNORANT FOOLS!"
She couldn't help but feel smug imagining the scuttling of idiots several meters above, while she extracted the true surprise.
Of course, they would die, as soon as she activated her hidden secrets, but honestly, that was part of the joy of realizing that this stash was still undisturbed and worki-
"IS THAT RUST!"
She... She couldn't believe what she was looking at! There Fucking Door Lock had rusted over! This facility was supposed to be secure, and environmentally controlled! THERE SHOULDN"T BE ANY DAMN FUCKING RUST!
...
She dimly made the connection between the stupid smugglers surface-side and the disturbance to her domain here.... They had disturbed the power supply or the connection to it, hadn't they? Damn, you couldn't afford having this site be a dead end too!
Ander's immediately began working on the rusted lock, in a mad dash to see what had really happened inside her vault... and if everything was salvageable.
"NO...NO! NO! It can't just be rust I spent to many years preparing FOR THIS!! NO NO NO!"
Voice Print Recognized....Welcome Dr. Anders.
The doors immediately began to move.... before snagging on the rust... Yet, for a moment, the motors seemed to overcome the ravages of time, as the doors jerked open... halfway.
Listening to the futile whine of the motors, Anders realized just how close the systems in her vault were to breaking down. As she slipped sideways passed the stuck door, she noticed the failing lights, as the emergency power system seemed to teeter on the brink of failure. Every so often, all the lights would cut out, before the power system would struggle to recover, and ensure the vault properly greeted its owner. Ander's despaired at the state of her vault, especially since this was only the first room!
Gathering up her spite and fury, she stomped towards hallway, mortified by what she imagined the state her projects would be in.
No...you would need to go deeper into the Vault, to the second and third room.
Because they had the armory and the other project files on site, meaning that even if they were gone, they could still be salvageable.
Many didn't see the Interregnum as they call it as a big deal, but no...YOU and many others saw it all coming.
"Finally...into the armory." You said.
The Armory was standard fare, high caliber weapons, sharp blades, and other instruments of murder. Mostly to be used by your guards or another project worth of people.
You smiled as you mentally catalogued and confirmed the presence of several of the deadliest pre-interregnum weapons....
At least, you were smiling until you started looking through the ammo caches....
WHAT HAD HAPPENED!
It was bad enough that a significant portion of the more mundane ammo was now sporting some sort of rust, ruining those bullets.
No, the true crime here were the many, many more exotic weaponry which either were no longer radioactive, spewing plasma, or in general hadn't conserved the destructive exotic energies that made these bullets deadly. Of course, it was feasible to replace these bullets... but it would take forever! Unless you were lucky and found a completely intact weapons factory for each bullet, you wouldn't be able to stock up any sufficient amount of ammo for months at least!
You couldn't believe it... Hundreds of shiny, glorious guns, made useless due to improper ammunition storage. You would've killed the intern who would've handled this, if you didn't know for a fact that he was already dead.
You were ready to scream in agony until your Cybernetics gave out but you at least had the sense to check if your other projects were intact.
"Open Project Polarity File B, All access." You said feeing your many holes and damages your your cyborg body took in the journey to get here.
You dragged yourself to the door..
The door that hadn't opened. This couldn't be broken! THIS ABSOLUTELY MUST NOT BE-
"Danger to clean room detected. To ensure continued maintenance and operability, please remove any offending dirt or debris before entering"
You could only gape at the machine. You had to be kidding.... Was your base really demanding you take a shower?!
You slowly dragged yourself back the way you came, looking for the spray nozzle, and the decontaminant mix.
20 minutes later, you waddled to the door again, like a cat still sopping wet from a bath. You felt like one too. You hated the fact that you actually had to resort to something so barbaric like spraying over yourself directly with a hose just to reach your own projects but....
but, it would all be worth it if everything inside was fine.
Once again, you called out, "Open Project Polarity File B, All access." And this time, the door opened.
And you couldn't help but smile at what you saw inside.
There it was...the finest operational combat Chassis that you had ever built, and while not fully to the level of a full Military Chassis, it was made to survive, not to destroy.
A Slim Robotic Frame nearing 5'11, its pulsing twin plasma reactors within the cheat cavity were operating at their lowest scanning setting.
It had taken nearly a decade to gain enough money and time to install a reactor that small, but the results were worth it to you. It could power the mind and body, the automated repair system and the many other systems for the better part of three, no four thousand years.
To say nothing of its onboard weapons that it carries.
You smiled at the modular weapon mount system, which allowed you to cycle through your full weapon loadout within seconds, despite the size of many of the weapon systems.
Remembering what happened in the armory, you decided to personally inspect each weapon. You powered up the weapons systems and started the full body diagnostic.
Oh boy! The Plasma cannon still works, as is the flamethrower. The Micromissiles need more work, but that can be made and arranged.
"So...I love it." You said. Then you looked at the fiber wires...and the Arm blade.
Tapping the right arm, the blade popped out a 2 to 5 feet blade that could cut human flesh to pieces in seconds.
You spend a second cycling through the several blade augmentations and confirm almost everything works... the graviton stun blade is still having problems, but there had always been problems with that design, and you had never had the chance to work out any of the kinks.
Still, it almost looks like everything is working fine.... almost.
but you know better than that. There is still one more critical system you need to check and confirm is working.
Well the One besides the Mimic Alloy that worked like the T-1000 armor coating...
It was your mind and brain. It was the final piece needed to bring this project to completion.
Oh if you had any ways of properly regulating your endorphins you would have turned them off.
Your heart is beating intensely. Being quite honest, you had still been experimenting with this part of the project, but you were quite sure you had returned the model to its latest safe version, and that things were fine.... but still... You hadn't really tested any of your designs. You weren't even really sure what the long term mental effects would've been. Its why you hadn't moved this project from the secret vault to a more accessible location. You honestly didn't believe it was ready.
But Circumstances were what they were... And you would have your revenge, at any cost.
And besides?
Everyone seemed to be going insane these days...why shouldn't you join all the FUN as well!
Your cybernetics attached to your body sparked. "Activate the Prog...Project! Prepare Mind Transfer suite...maximum Transfer protocol...100 Percent Transfer!"
"P̶̲͂R̷̨̐È̵̫P̵̲̀Ḁ̶͐R̴̢̈́E̸̫͘ ̴̼̓Ő̶͙P̸̦̿Ḙ̸̍Ŕ̶̬Ǎ̴͇T̶̥̒I̷̪͘Ỏ̸̪N̵̻̏ ̵̠͋A̶̮͠N̶͚͆D̵̗̾ ̷̨̊D̷̩̕R̴͚̀Í̷̥Ṿ̴͂Ḙ̴͂ ̸͍̃M̸̳̈E̴͇͑ ̷̡̋T̵̘̾O̷̺̓ ̵̧̚T̵̝̀H̸̢̐E̶̖̔ ̵̌ͅẼ̸̘M̴̻̏B̴̙̎R̶̮͘A̷̻̓C̵̲͂Ĕ̶̖ ̶͉͐T̵̰͠Ĥ̶̨Ę̶͛ ̴̭̇T̵̪̈́H̸̼͐E̷͉̚ ̷̦͝M̸̲̚A̵͖͊C̶̥͠H̵̻͐I̸͖̿N̸͗͜E̸͚͛ ̷͓͝G̸̰̕O̷̰͑D̷̼͊!̸͍͐!̶̙͗"
Preparing Protocal Transfer Operation...
Enter the Dark Dream and Arise a GOD Dr. Anders.
"CALL ME ALRIS ANDERS MISTRESS OF MACHINES!"
No...
Beginning Operation...this will Sting!
As you felt the process begin, you could feel something didn't quite feel... right. You weren't going insane.... In fact, you were feeling as rational as ever.
And yet, you couldn't help but feel your passion for the near future slowly.. deaden. Even with all the weapons and capabilities of your new body, which you readily admitted was one of the most destructive machines still remaining in the universe, but for some reason, that didn't seem to leave an impression on you. Hell, even the fact that this transfer might fail and leave you dead, another fact that you readily admitted, didn't strike you with fear.
You were left feeling a little perplexed... but that wasn't a huge concern, was it? In fact.... was any of it a concern?
After all, the lack of feeling may be due to some emotional stagnation that is occurring with the transfer process, but does it really matter? It isn't some fatal threat. You got into this body to deal with physical threats, and that is still true. But-
Wait, you don't care about the fact that you don't care?
That feels wrong..... That feels very wrong.....
But your body was relaxed, and you could so easily imagine just loitering and doing nothing for the rest of your days, dying from rust, rather than active malevolence.
A shiver goes down your metallic spine, reminding you of your little remaining humanity. You were losing yourself in a sea of apathy.
You were supposed to keep something of yourself! None of the tests had the subject lose interest completely! There were just light changes, mentally. Your robotic self kept trying to remind you of the history of these transfers, of the experiments you had conducted yourself...
but innately, you knew differently....That last little piece of you was screaming out. Oh God! you were about to die, just because you couldn't find it in yourself to care about the fact that you were starving or dying, or something else... and you could feel it ever so presently that you were caring less and less about this horrific second.
OH GOD OH GOD YOU WERE ABOUT TO DISAPPEAR! YOU NEEDED TO GRAB ONTO SOMETHING, ANYTHING THAT COULD SURVIVE THIS PROCESS AND OH GOD!
You tried to grab onto fear, but already death felt like just another fact that would come to pass, one that your machine body knew to accept. There was no hesitation about that fate.
You tried to grab onto your superiority, the fact that you were better than so much of what was left in the galaxy. The fact that you knew you were one of the pre-interregnum organisms that deserved to govern the peons that inhabited the stars.... and yet, ever so quickly, your machine body merely supported the idea that you were superior, even without doing anything.
You were slipping away! You needed something, anything! Even now, your rational side was beginning to question why you cared about your ego slipping away!
Your cleverness was assuaged with stats about your computational power. Your happiness was comforted with facts about more detailed and broader sensory data. Your sadness was mollified by the increased logical capacity of your new mind. Your Anger-
Your anger found purchase. Your anger didn't slip away but kept. You had to survive. You were so much! You were part of the Pre-interregnum! You were the height of human civilization! You were the most Beautiful thing in the bloody fucking universe, especially after your transfer to this body (You had made sure you would be becoming a beauty!) And you were pissed! A machine was trying to convince you that the universe could do without you!
Those fucking smugglers wouldn't be punished for literally shitting on your secret vault so much it stopped working!
Those fucking bitches who tore apart the best hope for reestablishing pre-interregnum society because they were too butt-hurt about a fucking pregnant mutant?!
THE FUCKING UNIVERSE WANTED YOU TO GO AWAY! THEN LET IT LISTEN TO YOUR RAGE! YOU WOULD ALWAYS BE HERE! YOU WOULD NEVER FORGET YOUR LOATHING OF THIS STUPID STUPID GALAXY!
LET THEM ALL FUCKING DIE IF THEY WON'T FUCKING RECOGNIZE YOU! LET IT ALL BURN! LET IT ALL BURN! LET IT ALL DIE!!!!
IN THE DESPAIR OF THE INTERREGNUM!! THEY SPEAK OF DESPAIR AND TERROR!
FROM THE EYES OF THE VOID TO THE PITS OF GENOS!!
I WILL BRING THE GALAXY TO ITS KNEES!
I AM THE STORM LIGHT OF TAU-CETI!
THE BANE OF THE CANTAR FLEET!
I AM DR. ANDERS...
You opened your Eyes and bore into the Watcher seeing your awakening.
"Well, Lets see what we can do against these targets shall we?" You said with a smooth clear voice that held none of the old fear of the world, only confidence and pride.
You winked at the Camera, and then...looked at the manifest for your lab.
"Oh, now that looks good."
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The Planet's Crust cracked as only a small shuttle left the planet.
"That was a fun warm-up, a fun test spin, took me only 3 months to kill them all. I'm going to paint this galaxy red with my power, you know for fun!"
She then kissed a drones recorder. "Let the bitch know I'm COMING! "
You sat smug for a moment and then you realized something.
"Where the fuck does that bitch actually LIVE!" You shouted.
Reward: Project Polarity is Online.
Weapons Cache Beacons reactivated, new actions available.
AN: Finally its done.
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I might be putting this on Hiatus but I don't know yet.
Enjoy.