- Location
- Here
He was a bouncer, so I assume it is a public persona. Like how people answer the phone differently.
Have you seen my hands? They can like... touch anything... except themselves...
Oh wait...
Broken Adventure
- Thread starter theaceoffire
- Start date
- Crossover
- Status
He was a bouncer, so I assume it is a public persona. Like how people answer the phone differently.
Have you seen my hands? They can like... touch anything... except themselves...
Oh wait...
Jonn Wolfe
(Verified Sarcastic) (Not a Wolf)
- Location
- Beyond Sanity Since 1971
Ok... why the censorship with the Merchants?
You don't really need to do that, you know.
You don't really need to do that, you know.
Jaune Pendragon
King Of Servants
- Location
- Avalon
Censoring power?
I really don't see why you are censoring this. Especially since it is far more distracting and hard to read with all the different symbols.
If you have to censor it, just pick a single symbol, or better yet a hyphen or underscore (-, _) and use just that for everything.
JBcristal
Bring Me All The Puppies!
- Location
- Somewhere that doesn't have enough puppies.
Because it looks trippy and extra weird, and unnecessary censoring is amusingly unnecessary? It makes the druggies look sillier, and being incomprehensible moreso.
- Location
- Here
Skidmark is offensive, insults genders, identity, sexuality, etc etc.
I want to have him in my story without actually filling in the filth.
Also: you would not believe what he is on right now. Damn.
This. Also: hands.
AoshimaMichio
Space Accountant
- Location
- Space Office
Pretty sure Merchants weren't even a thing at this point of canon timeline. But then again, canon, pfft, what's that?
- Location
- North America
I'm pretty sure skidmark's really high.
This has been an interesting binge. I'm very impressed with your update speed. Slice-of-life is an interesting direction in which to take a worm fic, but it's working so far and I find the character interactions to be cute. I'm looking forward to see what happens in the future, particularly with the next Endbringer fight. Though it looks like you're teasing a confrontation with the local gangs as the next major event.
I remember reading your works on fanfiction and I look forward to seeing more of your work in the future.
I remember reading your works on fanfiction and I look forward to seeing more of your work in the future.
Stranger Things.
- Location
- Here
An enjoyable afternoon talking with Faultline at The Palanquin was rudely interrupted by Adam's schedule.
The woman had loosened up after a half hour or so of talking shop as it were, and Dragon had shown up to not only take over the contract side of things but to illustrate the type of 'customers' that would be available at the bar.
Still, he had places to be, so he left the two women and wandered away from the building.
His pickup 'car' worked as a vehicle if needed, but he swapped powers to 'Fire Manipulation' and had Kaa drive him home.
On a side note, 'Conversion' worked REALLY well on new objects. Thanks to the various properties available to Flame Metal and the advantages of Null Metal, a one-to-one conversion of a mechanical object into a Flame Construct was pain free and simple. The outermost surfaces even had very thin layers of material heated to different densities to show the right colors, and even textures were possible thanks to so many committed power charges.
However, the finished product was just that. A conversion of the original.
No advances, no improvements. He had 'room temperature' super conductive materials, both able to transmit heat or electrical power without loss. That alone could make simple designs more efficent, more powerful, just better. Null Metal could become effectively frictionless, allowing moving parts that didn't require lubricant and didn't heat up from use.
Yet as he relaxed in the driver-less car, Kaa steering him homeish on his own... there were upsides.
As long as Adam had 'Fire Manipulation' active, Kaa was smart enough to handle driving laws and road rules. And as a flame construct, his basic programs allowed him to control the car using his Golden Garden as a mid-person if he needed a different power activated.
Not for now though, controlling the car remotely sucked. Needed lots of attention, and to be honest somehow Kaa (giant metal snake) was a better driver.
He would never confess that to others though.
Anyway, he had scheduled some devices to be built at Variance Villa, shipped, and installed to the club for later. For now, he had healing to do.
The clinic had outsiders show up from time to time, but being a 'home practice' allowed Adam far more freedom to refuse service or redirect patients. Anyone who wasn't his employee or a member of The Guild had to meet certain criteria.
It wasn't meant to be 'holier than thou' or whatever, but in practice it was used to enforce the number one rule at his home: 'Stop being an ass.'
People who complained about being healed? Warning. People who complained about EVERYTHING!? Banned.
"You can't do this!" they cried. Like they weren't assaulting people verbally for any reason under the sun. Go enjoy healing over the course of 8-12 months like normal, a standard hospital is that way.
Adam would triage the worst cases and send them off with a free ride to a normal care center. Same for any gang members, with exceptions for a few that wanted to 'defect' and join the Villa here.
Apparently having a stable job and free housing was a heck of a draw, even before they found out about the discounted food and underground facilities.
He sighed as he quickly reviewed the digital work list for this afternoon. Dragon had what little 'healing technology' she could access or buy being shipped over for his review, and hopefully enhancement... but for now he had to actually show up at his home clinic to handle the cases that the staff there couldn't cover.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Well... this was interesting.
Adam sent some mental commands, quietly locking down the healing room and alerting Dragon to the situation.
This patient, who was here due to a broken arm and some damaged muscles, was a young man who had been miss-listed. Should have been healed yesterday. The nurse on duty had already apologized for the inconvenience, which the man had laughed off as not a large issue.
Adam himself had felt a little embarrassed about the mix-up.
Except that wasn't true.
This patient was a young man... and everything else was a lie.
A Stranger. His power was at least two fold: He probably projected the idea of him being 'normal', and that what he wanted was 'previously expected'. Maybe something in there about considering him to be a good person in general, though that may just be due to how upbeat and emotionally laid back the kid was.
The injury was real, so no reason to go violent right now. Thankfully, Squishy had noticed his mind making rapid changes (Memories were being modified to 'remember' a prior, scheduled appointment), and she swapped him into 'Recovery' without asking. Fixed it right up.
So anti-master powers... maybe verified? Anti-stranger, for sure. And now that he knew the issue, he felt 'Recovery' doing something odd to his mind in response to the 'weakness'.
Felt strange as heck, but his mind was now becoming more and more 'redundant', due to him being set on 'Peak' settings instead of 'Standard'. Who knows what would have happened if he had been set to 'Enhanced'.
While offering idle chit-chat with the boy, Adam waited until everything in his brain stopped moving. Always important, let your brain stop moving before work.
A quick switch to 'Research'... yeah, he could feel the memory changes being made and then reverted. It sort of itched slightly, thankfully not enough to be an issue.
He grinned, asked permission to heal the boy (And could FEEL his power trying to convince him not to bother him with questions like 'name' and so forth since he should already 'know' them), and then... contact.
It was... interesting.
Oh, the normal power bits to connect to the shard was there, but along with some parts to connect to the 'Shard Network' to convince people with powers to back off, aka the 'Stranger' effect, there were some other tiny bits that allowed minor telepathic connections. Probably. It was doing SOMETHING in a field-like manner, anyway.
This was the part that allowed those with powers to have mental effects on people WITHOUT powers.
Harder, since Parahumans had a power backdoor for easy mind access, this brain bit was doing stuff in a bizarre fashion that Adam just KNEW 'Research' was going to rant about later.
Future headache aside, he began streaming the experience and memories to Dragon with running commentary about the abilities of this 'Stranger' power and such.
Considering how stressed the cyborg woman sounded, at least this was keeping her from tranquilizing the whole clinic. For now.
And after sending the boy off (Never did get his name, though Dragon found out through some research of her own), he and several staff had to go through Master/Stranger protocols.
Honestly, it was a hassle.
Anyway, Adam spent most of his time in the 'restraining cells' reviewing the scans taken.
Honestly, he built the whole building and could transform it into any shape he wanted, so everyone knew this was a formality. If he was compromised, it would NOT be subtle or sneaky.
Back to the power, whatever it was called. It acted like a weaker version of the 'Nice Guy' power from that one guy on Slaughterhouse 9 way back then. But while THAT ass was able to do anything up to and including rape, murder, or worse (and have all the people agree it was a shame 'Nice Guy' was exposed to such a scene), this guy's power was far more restricted.
Obviously Adam didn't want to fix or enhance the boy's power, but if it HAD been connected correctly and most efficiently it could be described as 'Retroactive Opinion'.
The primary ability was memory manipulation, with a focus on granting the user a 'history' that explained whatever he was doing in the most reasonable way possible.
So if he wanted to get a free meal, it could modify a memory implying an existing 'reservation', or convince people that he had won a contest or whatever... but only if a contest was already going on, or if there was a reservation for someone else, etc.
It couldn't create NEW memories, not really... it modified existing ones. Sure, that single appointment you remember in the past turned into TWO appointments, one that the kid had missed out on... but he couldn't make you remember a new event entirely, like a fake date or a new national holiday or whatever.
Anyway, this meant that if he wanted to have clearances or passwords, he would have to modify thousands of individual memories... all those classes, and paperwork, etc, all suddenly done by TWO people instead of one. It would take literally hours, just to convince one person... and he still would not KNOW the password, so he would have to ask the victim to 'remind' him.
No computer systems would 'remember' this, of course, as it wasn't reality manipulation. And the boy couldn't stab someone or whatever, because it would take some bizarre existing memories to make THAT 'expected' and 'normal'.
Moving on, the power had some interesting stuff for Squishy to handle.
The memory manipulation stuff enhanced 'Recovery', 'Technomancy', and 'Conversion'. They handled memory storage, conversion, and so forth, and the new data allowed Squishy to reduce the strain on Adam when working with them. The shard network stuff was just stored again. Not worth the risk messing with that, although the protocols for being 'ignored' was saved for later.
The biggest win however came to 'Research', surprisingly. It took some complicated steps to analyze memories, especially foreign memories, in a rapid and efficient manner. This power was doing it on multiple people, finding memories relevant to a specific scenario, and modifying them on the fly with correct senses and emotions.
That was impressive stuff.
He sighed as he lay on the prison bed. Hopefully he wouldn't have to go through this every time he healed or fought a Master or Stranger in the future.
His Narwhal time had already been cut since she had to get back to work and Dragon had been worried the virtual avatar would cause problems if she used it every night for extended periods of time. They would still meet up on weekends, and have their daily 'meetings', but the cuddlefest may be over... or at least reduced.
Maybe he was pushing too hard? Or being too needy? Being abandoned alone in a forest in pain had added some pressure to his drive for companionship, but he didn't want to become annoying or burdensome. He would try to let her set the pace for a while, just in case.
He sighed. Couldn't even swap to a more fun ability, protocol for him specifically forced a stay in 'Recovery'. Wasn't allowed to run the games installed on Golden Garden either.
So... Hmm.
'Recovery' was darn close to 'Self Modification'.
With an eager expression, Adam decided it may be time to 'Self-Reflect'.
The woman had loosened up after a half hour or so of talking shop as it were, and Dragon had shown up to not only take over the contract side of things but to illustrate the type of 'customers' that would be available at the bar.
Still, he had places to be, so he left the two women and wandered away from the building.
His pickup 'car' worked as a vehicle if needed, but he swapped powers to 'Fire Manipulation' and had Kaa drive him home.
On a side note, 'Conversion' worked REALLY well on new objects. Thanks to the various properties available to Flame Metal and the advantages of Null Metal, a one-to-one conversion of a mechanical object into a Flame Construct was pain free and simple. The outermost surfaces even had very thin layers of material heated to different densities to show the right colors, and even textures were possible thanks to so many committed power charges.
However, the finished product was just that. A conversion of the original.
No advances, no improvements. He had 'room temperature' super conductive materials, both able to transmit heat or electrical power without loss. That alone could make simple designs more efficent, more powerful, just better. Null Metal could become effectively frictionless, allowing moving parts that didn't require lubricant and didn't heat up from use.
Yet as he relaxed in the driver-less car, Kaa steering him homeish on his own... there were upsides.
As long as Adam had 'Fire Manipulation' active, Kaa was smart enough to handle driving laws and road rules. And as a flame construct, his basic programs allowed him to control the car using his Golden Garden as a mid-person if he needed a different power activated.
Not for now though, controlling the car remotely sucked. Needed lots of attention, and to be honest somehow Kaa (giant metal snake) was a better driver.
He would never confess that to others though.
Anyway, he had scheduled some devices to be built at Variance Villa, shipped, and installed to the club for later. For now, he had healing to do.
The clinic had outsiders show up from time to time, but being a 'home practice' allowed Adam far more freedom to refuse service or redirect patients. Anyone who wasn't his employee or a member of The Guild had to meet certain criteria.
It wasn't meant to be 'holier than thou' or whatever, but in practice it was used to enforce the number one rule at his home: 'Stop being an ass.'
People who complained about being healed? Warning. People who complained about EVERYTHING!? Banned.
"You can't do this!" they cried. Like they weren't assaulting people verbally for any reason under the sun. Go enjoy healing over the course of 8-12 months like normal, a standard hospital is that way.
Adam would triage the worst cases and send them off with a free ride to a normal care center. Same for any gang members, with exceptions for a few that wanted to 'defect' and join the Villa here.
Apparently having a stable job and free housing was a heck of a draw, even before they found out about the discounted food and underground facilities.
He sighed as he quickly reviewed the digital work list for this afternoon. Dragon had what little 'healing technology' she could access or buy being shipped over for his review, and hopefully enhancement... but for now he had to actually show up at his home clinic to handle the cases that the staff there couldn't cover.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Well... this was interesting.
Adam sent some mental commands, quietly locking down the healing room and alerting Dragon to the situation.
This patient, who was here due to a broken arm and some damaged muscles, was a young man who had been miss-listed. Should have been healed yesterday. The nurse on duty had already apologized for the inconvenience, which the man had laughed off as not a large issue.
Adam himself had felt a little embarrassed about the mix-up.
Except that wasn't true.
This patient was a young man... and everything else was a lie.
A Stranger. His power was at least two fold: He probably projected the idea of him being 'normal', and that what he wanted was 'previously expected'. Maybe something in there about considering him to be a good person in general, though that may just be due to how upbeat and emotionally laid back the kid was.
The injury was real, so no reason to go violent right now. Thankfully, Squishy had noticed his mind making rapid changes (Memories were being modified to 'remember' a prior, scheduled appointment), and she swapped him into 'Recovery' without asking. Fixed it right up.
So anti-master powers... maybe verified? Anti-stranger, for sure. And now that he knew the issue, he felt 'Recovery' doing something odd to his mind in response to the 'weakness'.
Felt strange as heck, but his mind was now becoming more and more 'redundant', due to him being set on 'Peak' settings instead of 'Standard'. Who knows what would have happened if he had been set to 'Enhanced'.
While offering idle chit-chat with the boy, Adam waited until everything in his brain stopped moving. Always important, let your brain stop moving before work.
A quick switch to 'Research'... yeah, he could feel the memory changes being made and then reverted. It sort of itched slightly, thankfully not enough to be an issue.
He grinned, asked permission to heal the boy (And could FEEL his power trying to convince him not to bother him with questions like 'name' and so forth since he should already 'know' them), and then... contact.
It was... interesting.
Oh, the normal power bits to connect to the shard was there, but along with some parts to connect to the 'Shard Network' to convince people with powers to back off, aka the 'Stranger' effect, there were some other tiny bits that allowed minor telepathic connections. Probably. It was doing SOMETHING in a field-like manner, anyway.
This was the part that allowed those with powers to have mental effects on people WITHOUT powers.
Harder, since Parahumans had a power backdoor for easy mind access, this brain bit was doing stuff in a bizarre fashion that Adam just KNEW 'Research' was going to rant about later.
Future headache aside, he began streaming the experience and memories to Dragon with running commentary about the abilities of this 'Stranger' power and such.
Considering how stressed the cyborg woman sounded, at least this was keeping her from tranquilizing the whole clinic. For now.
And after sending the boy off (Never did get his name, though Dragon found out through some research of her own), he and several staff had to go through Master/Stranger protocols.
Honestly, it was a hassle.
Anyway, Adam spent most of his time in the 'restraining cells' reviewing the scans taken.
Honestly, he built the whole building and could transform it into any shape he wanted, so everyone knew this was a formality. If he was compromised, it would NOT be subtle or sneaky.
Back to the power, whatever it was called. It acted like a weaker version of the 'Nice Guy' power from that one guy on Slaughterhouse 9 way back then. But while THAT ass was able to do anything up to and including rape, murder, or worse (and have all the people agree it was a shame 'Nice Guy' was exposed to such a scene), this guy's power was far more restricted.
Obviously Adam didn't want to fix or enhance the boy's power, but if it HAD been connected correctly and most efficiently it could be described as 'Retroactive Opinion'.
The primary ability was memory manipulation, with a focus on granting the user a 'history' that explained whatever he was doing in the most reasonable way possible.
So if he wanted to get a free meal, it could modify a memory implying an existing 'reservation', or convince people that he had won a contest or whatever... but only if a contest was already going on, or if there was a reservation for someone else, etc.
It couldn't create NEW memories, not really... it modified existing ones. Sure, that single appointment you remember in the past turned into TWO appointments, one that the kid had missed out on... but he couldn't make you remember a new event entirely, like a fake date or a new national holiday or whatever.
Anyway, this meant that if he wanted to have clearances or passwords, he would have to modify thousands of individual memories... all those classes, and paperwork, etc, all suddenly done by TWO people instead of one. It would take literally hours, just to convince one person... and he still would not KNOW the password, so he would have to ask the victim to 'remind' him.
No computer systems would 'remember' this, of course, as it wasn't reality manipulation. And the boy couldn't stab someone or whatever, because it would take some bizarre existing memories to make THAT 'expected' and 'normal'.
Moving on, the power had some interesting stuff for Squishy to handle.
The memory manipulation stuff enhanced 'Recovery', 'Technomancy', and 'Conversion'. They handled memory storage, conversion, and so forth, and the new data allowed Squishy to reduce the strain on Adam when working with them. The shard network stuff was just stored again. Not worth the risk messing with that, although the protocols for being 'ignored' was saved for later.
The biggest win however came to 'Research', surprisingly. It took some complicated steps to analyze memories, especially foreign memories, in a rapid and efficient manner. This power was doing it on multiple people, finding memories relevant to a specific scenario, and modifying them on the fly with correct senses and emotions.
That was impressive stuff.
He sighed as he lay on the prison bed. Hopefully he wouldn't have to go through this every time he healed or fought a Master or Stranger in the future.
His Narwhal time had already been cut since she had to get back to work and Dragon had been worried the virtual avatar would cause problems if she used it every night for extended periods of time. They would still meet up on weekends, and have their daily 'meetings', but the cuddlefest may be over... or at least reduced.
Maybe he was pushing too hard? Or being too needy? Being abandoned alone in a forest in pain had added some pressure to his drive for companionship, but he didn't want to become annoying or burdensome. He would try to let her set the pace for a while, just in case.
He sighed. Couldn't even swap to a more fun ability, protocol for him specifically forced a stay in 'Recovery'. Wasn't allowed to run the games installed on Golden Garden either.
So... Hmm.
'Recovery' was darn close to 'Self Modification'.
With an eager expression, Adam decided it may be time to 'Self-Reflect'.
- Location
- Turkey
Thanks for the chapter my man!
Eagerly waiting for the next one!
Eagerly waiting for the next one!
- Location
- Caribbean
Hey there Cody! Is that you? Description sure sounds like him. Guessing that means the Travellers are gonna stick their Ziz'd oar in the pot now....
Eye Sea.
- Location
- Here
Eyes were weird.
Probably more strange than he would have normally found them, since he was stuck without being able to do research with Golden Garden, 'Technomancy', or 'Research'.
Self improvement, in Adam's opinion, was best done systematically. And on parts easy to revert without long term consequences.
Theoretically, brain alteration would be safe now. His mind and personality was backed up by Squishy directly into his soul, so... it should be fine. Probably.
Unless the new mind got rid of the backups.
So no.
Anyway, eyeballs. Safer, smaller, easier to understand. Well, easier to understand when compared to the brain stem.
His body was all off now. Growths that looked like tree branches (Neat!) were now growing random eyeballs like berries.
He winced. It had been logical at first. Without notes or technology or research, why not keep each experiment as he went along?
Around eye fifty or so he had added random... well, they were a cross between bone tumors and tentacles really. Better than putting eyes under his clothing or on his bum or wherever.
The world was odd now. Colors his brain could not translate, segmented vision, tri-focal pupils, new visual spectrum, complex, simple... he had basically spun the genetic slot machine and looked into what popped up.
Everything was being scanned for future, more scientific research. Obviously. But for now, he was covered in random eyes that blinked, cried, and in one case bounced like one of those ball in a cup games. That one made him nauseous.
It wasn't boring though, so moving on.
The cosmetic stuff he figured out on his own within a few minutes, although the default colors available in his DNA weren't supernatural or neon or whatever. Lame. Changing how the nerves and blood was distributed allowed him to get rid of the natural 'blind spot' that one would normally have.
The other wavelength stuff... well, he was still testing it. While getting rid of some basic flaws (Slight warping in his normal eye shape, some color detection issues too small to matter most of the time, etc), he was currently trying to cram more light detection cones into the dang things without giving up and redesigning them all together.
The only reason he had made THIS much progress was due to all the men and women he had already healed, hundreds of eyeball examples of all types and ages giving him lots of random things to try.
So far, all the neat stuff (Slit eyes, solid colors, yadda yadda) just made his vision worse... probably. It may be better, but his brain wasn't adapted to the new input. Something to look into. Ha.
One downside, Adam noted, was that he was stuck.
Not physically, or in this form, or whatever... but just sitting on this bed was nauseating, a stationary roller-coaster. Too many colors, fields of views, changing view points... each twitch made EVERYTHING swirl into chaos.
His mind was adapting though, slowly. And it was entertaining. One of the eyes (No clue which, he would have to check with 'Research' later) could see electrical and magnetic fields. Not just the wiring in the walls, but the nervous systems belonging to the random people wandering around.
The thermal eye was useless. Note: Inside the 'cool' surface, Flame Metal was still fire. It would make hiding his creations very hard, at least from anyone with a thermal camera... so good to know, probably.
Couldn't find that eye either. It was somewhere on his right shoulder branch.
For someone covered in eyes, one would assume it would be easier to figure out which socket connected to which viewpoint.
Nope. Not at this number. It was probably one of the small cluster with that strange green highlights marking the eyelids.
One of the eyes... wasn't. Looked like one until it opened twice.
It was a mouth. With teeth.
What the hell!? What had he scanned or tried to recreate that made THAT a viable option?
Oh, it had an eye inside the mouth of the fake eye. Lovely.
At this point, he was letting 'Recovery' just spawn new eyes at random, really. He could switch back to 'Standard' for a quick reset then bounce back to 'Peak' and all would be back to normal... but he was stuck here anyway.
His hair was slowly being replaced with eyelashes. Really, really long ones.
Some part of him felt like this should be disturbing, but the feeling of letting his power wander around the gene pool was... very nice. Like having one's ears cleaned with drops.
His legs slowly began forming some sort of root structure that slowly stretched over the floor, covered in tiny dots that were... technically eyes? Light sensing organs at least.
It felt... odd. Nice, in a way... a long, hard 'stretch after being stuck in a small car' feeling.
...Wait...
Where did his ears go?
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
When his room door finally unlocked, he was lucky it was Dragon who was waiting on him.
Oh, she was... less than happy at the genetic blender experimentation, but at least was calm enough to help document the reversal process.
He wasn't technically in trouble. Mostly.
Anyway, he got out of it thanks to some emergency Chocolate Cake holograms he had been working on. Far more kick than any 'real' food, the thing was his first experiment making 'digital foods' for future club activities.
Based on Dragon's reaction, it needed to be reduced in intensity. Again. First version nearly caused him to have an accident. Thank goodness it didn't need actual cooking to duplicate, and that it couldn't make him full or fat.
With her distracted, he walked (dashed) out of range of her 'Don't mess with your biology Adam' lecture and went to his personal lab to hopefully wait out her annoyance once she realized he basically threw orgasmically delicious dessert at her and ran like a bat out of hell.
She probably wouldn't have been so angry if he hadn't scared her first though. Opening his door had let FAR too much light, heat, and other input into the room. And his body was odd at that point, so his scream of pain had made HER freak out, and of course she wasn't convinced that he hadn't been deliberately trying to scare her in the first place... sigh.
Shame about that cake program, though. He had hoped to save that for the next big problem he had accidentally set off, and now he would have to find a new trump card to escape (probably justified) punishment.
Hmm. A few screens opened and he began... tweaking things.
One of the few treat that will (hopefully) save his bum in the future: Sea-salt and chocolate covered caramel candies.
Probably more strange than he would have normally found them, since he was stuck without being able to do research with Golden Garden, 'Technomancy', or 'Research'.
Self improvement, in Adam's opinion, was best done systematically. And on parts easy to revert without long term consequences.
Theoretically, brain alteration would be safe now. His mind and personality was backed up by Squishy directly into his soul, so... it should be fine. Probably.
Unless the new mind got rid of the backups.
So no.
Anyway, eyeballs. Safer, smaller, easier to understand. Well, easier to understand when compared to the brain stem.
His body was all off now. Growths that looked like tree branches (Neat!) were now growing random eyeballs like berries.
He winced. It had been logical at first. Without notes or technology or research, why not keep each experiment as he went along?
Around eye fifty or so he had added random... well, they were a cross between bone tumors and tentacles really. Better than putting eyes under his clothing or on his bum or wherever.
The world was odd now. Colors his brain could not translate, segmented vision, tri-focal pupils, new visual spectrum, complex, simple... he had basically spun the genetic slot machine and looked into what popped up.
Everything was being scanned for future, more scientific research. Obviously. But for now, he was covered in random eyes that blinked, cried, and in one case bounced like one of those ball in a cup games. That one made him nauseous.
It wasn't boring though, so moving on.
The cosmetic stuff he figured out on his own within a few minutes, although the default colors available in his DNA weren't supernatural or neon or whatever. Lame. Changing how the nerves and blood was distributed allowed him to get rid of the natural 'blind spot' that one would normally have.
The other wavelength stuff... well, he was still testing it. While getting rid of some basic flaws (Slight warping in his normal eye shape, some color detection issues too small to matter most of the time, etc), he was currently trying to cram more light detection cones into the dang things without giving up and redesigning them all together.
The only reason he had made THIS much progress was due to all the men and women he had already healed, hundreds of eyeball examples of all types and ages giving him lots of random things to try.
So far, all the neat stuff (Slit eyes, solid colors, yadda yadda) just made his vision worse... probably. It may be better, but his brain wasn't adapted to the new input. Something to look into. Ha.
One downside, Adam noted, was that he was stuck.
Not physically, or in this form, or whatever... but just sitting on this bed was nauseating, a stationary roller-coaster. Too many colors, fields of views, changing view points... each twitch made EVERYTHING swirl into chaos.
His mind was adapting though, slowly. And it was entertaining. One of the eyes (No clue which, he would have to check with 'Research' later) could see electrical and magnetic fields. Not just the wiring in the walls, but the nervous systems belonging to the random people wandering around.
The thermal eye was useless. Note: Inside the 'cool' surface, Flame Metal was still fire. It would make hiding his creations very hard, at least from anyone with a thermal camera... so good to know, probably.
Couldn't find that eye either. It was somewhere on his right shoulder branch.
For someone covered in eyes, one would assume it would be easier to figure out which socket connected to which viewpoint.
Nope. Not at this number. It was probably one of the small cluster with that strange green highlights marking the eyelids.
One of the eyes... wasn't. Looked like one until it opened twice.
It was a mouth. With teeth.
What the hell!? What had he scanned or tried to recreate that made THAT a viable option?
Oh, it had an eye inside the mouth of the fake eye. Lovely.
At this point, he was letting 'Recovery' just spawn new eyes at random, really. He could switch back to 'Standard' for a quick reset then bounce back to 'Peak' and all would be back to normal... but he was stuck here anyway.
His hair was slowly being replaced with eyelashes. Really, really long ones.
Some part of him felt like this should be disturbing, but the feeling of letting his power wander around the gene pool was... very nice. Like having one's ears cleaned with drops.
His legs slowly began forming some sort of root structure that slowly stretched over the floor, covered in tiny dots that were... technically eyes? Light sensing organs at least.
It felt... odd. Nice, in a way... a long, hard 'stretch after being stuck in a small car' feeling.
...Wait...
Where did his ears go?
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
When his room door finally unlocked, he was lucky it was Dragon who was waiting on him.
Oh, she was... less than happy at the genetic blender experimentation, but at least was calm enough to help document the reversal process.
He wasn't technically in trouble. Mostly.
Anyway, he got out of it thanks to some emergency Chocolate Cake holograms he had been working on. Far more kick than any 'real' food, the thing was his first experiment making 'digital foods' for future club activities.
Based on Dragon's reaction, it needed to be reduced in intensity. Again. First version nearly caused him to have an accident. Thank goodness it didn't need actual cooking to duplicate, and that it couldn't make him full or fat.
With her distracted, he walked (dashed) out of range of her 'Don't mess with your biology Adam' lecture and went to his personal lab to hopefully wait out her annoyance once she realized he basically threw orgasmically delicious dessert at her and ran like a bat out of hell.
She probably wouldn't have been so angry if he hadn't scared her first though. Opening his door had let FAR too much light, heat, and other input into the room. And his body was odd at that point, so his scream of pain had made HER freak out, and of course she wasn't convinced that he hadn't been deliberately trying to scare her in the first place... sigh.
Shame about that cake program, though. He had hoped to save that for the next big problem he had accidentally set off, and now he would have to find a new trump card to escape (probably justified) punishment.
Hmm. A few screens opened and he began... tweaking things.
One of the few treat that will (hopefully) save his bum in the future: Sea-salt and chocolate covered caramel candies.
Alpha Zerg
The Last Primal Zerg
- Location
- Zerus
Can haz threadmark pls?
- Location
- United Kingdom
She walked in on him playing with himself.
- Location
- Here
Thank you, can't believe I missed that.
When he gets a chance, he should look at cuttlefish eyeballs. Those are _weird_. Might have something useful.
- Location
- Argentina
Isn't his adaptation already altering his brain? And it isn't the only power that already made changes to it.
- Location
- Australia
You made a Matrix cake? You shouldn't be giving orgasms to other women, you are in a relationship. Though I think Narwhal wouldn't mind.
- Location
- Here
Emergency Escape Cake is meant for emergencies.
But yeah, this stuff is dangerous to non AIs. Normal digital cake too: unlike life it isn't restricted to your taste buds. Straight to the brain.
- Location
- Canada
Did ... you make Orgasm Cake from Matrix Revolutions?
Edit: Ninja'd
Sea-Salt candies? He's going to Kingdom Hearts at some point?
Aurora Moon
Verfied Insomniac with too much time on her hands
- Location
- USA, Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I've had sea-salt chocolate-covered caramel candies before. pretty damn good.
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