Re: COER Files 035 :: Savaj's Last Recorded Mission
Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2019 12:15 pm
..no..
-Savvy’s wobbling knees gave out as she collapsed on all fours beneath the weight of SILK’s massive subconscious. Cross and Imani were drowning right in front of her and for a second, she thought she was hearing the final wails of SILKS’s grungy accent chuckling at her from beyond grave. But Savvy was learning the hard way that Miguel more than your run of the mil intergalactic physicist.
Ughhhh!!
The massive overhaul of his subconscious kicked up a caustic storm of psionic jolts that blitzed around Savvy’s head like a crown. Trillions of her neurons were being overloaded at once. Her screams rung loud enough to peel the paint from the walls but not much else.
Her wincing green marbles wept at the reflection of her failures; she now understood in full the depths of Miguel’s cellular perversions and knew her death would doom Cross, Imani, and several hundred thousand others to a fate worse than oblivion. Her blood shot eyes suddenly flexed with drive before they fell snow white. Savvy clenched her teeth and tuned every fiber of her being inward, toward culling the cerebral storm of SILK’s thoughts, desires, fears, memories, concepts, triumphant breakthroughs, and poignant failures until she found an escape route. But to Miguel, she looked more pathetic than tenacious.
“On second thought, it looks like you’ve done more than enough damage to yourself to remove you from the threat category. A psychic, huh? Capable of getting passed my fire walls, cero’barriers, and ionic membranes? Fascinating..”
Again, SILK’s disembodied voice shook the crumbling foundations of his lab before suddenly holographic images of Savvy’s terror washed face were displayed above her. Miguel had cameras, billions of them built into walls and floors that had been snapping pictures of her while she licked her wounds. Their lenses were cut from meteoric ore he collected during one of his planetary excavations and granted his cameras optics powerful enough to read genetic code. And from the tune of his surrounding barritone, Savvy’s DNA was equivalent to hitting the jackpot.
”..extraordinary..your cells.. they’re being flooded by pockets of Naten totally foreign to anything in your body. Did you know that? Their integrity is daunted, curbed all together really. They should be multiplying thousands of times faster than they are.
Do you want me to help you?”
He was dead ass serious. Miguel was himself less of anman than he was a myraid talents, each of which had been sharpened to fine razors by his egregiously obsessive nature. Among being leading authority in quantum theory and genetic engineering, Miguel was doctor but years of experience in his “darker” avenues of work had wained his ethical code in exchange for efficiency. It’s what brought him to plateau of intellect all on his own and it was how he was going to survive the impending apocalypse.
”Hmm, the texture of your hair and skin suggest.. Ishi’nn physiology, but your people have been abused and traded into extinction thousands of years following the fall of the fabled Mad King Mytus. But here you are.. Perhaps a link from the Great 13 is the missing catalyst I’ve been looking for.”
Whilst he theorized, millions of steel wires and cables too thin to be seen were released from their scabbards in the walls to suspended Savaj’s lifeless body into the air. Her limbs were stretched to their maxims as if she were on a medieval operating table, while several surgical mechanical appendages descended from above. Slowly and carefully, tiny metal fingers dribbled non invasive marks along her flesh that determined where the plasma incisions would be. At this point Miguel’s backup artificial consciousness had ascertained control of his trans-dimensional workshop once again and was already repairing the benign damage Nightmare assassins brought to his door step. It sucked that he lost his own body, but getting a new vessel would be at worst, a triviality. He developed a spell of tunnel vision decoding the puzzle surrounding Savvy’s old blood, but doing so could crack The Source Code. To him, this took priority.
”I don’t know if you can hear me but I don’t want this to hurt, so these wires are going to feed N’hovikyn into your pores to dead your nerves.. Should you die.. I want you to know you’ve helped more woman and children than you will ever know.
..thank you.”
His drones got work on Savvy’s suprisingly tough skin. A telekinetic second skin made sinking their advanced tools into her body a challenge in itself but nothing insurmountable. But there was another metamorphosis occuring that almost went under SILK’s all seeing radar. One of projects were reaching maturity, and his existential body didn’t at all moved.
Back on the ground, right next to Cross’ foam clotted incubation tube was Imani, whose body had been adjusting to Naten infusion entirely differently than her peer. Cross’ floating body looked like a thick plush doll but Imani barely looked human at all. Her soul reaching screams had been replaced by a low pitched howl. Her clothes and flesh had all been melded into a dark amorphous mass that swirled like gas at the margins. Her eyes and hair were now blistering founts of Naten. Not to mention she was at least four times her size.. and growing.
The black form that was once her body completely filled out the “unbreakable” dimensions of her incubation tank like an ink blot. This set alarms that autonomously redirected laboratory’s power reserved to defense purposes. SILK’s attention had yet to be drawn away from his new found project.
-Savvy’s wobbling knees gave out as she collapsed on all fours beneath the weight of SILK’s massive subconscious. Cross and Imani were drowning right in front of her and for a second, she thought she was hearing the final wails of SILKS’s grungy accent chuckling at her from beyond grave. But Savvy was learning the hard way that Miguel more than your run of the mil intergalactic physicist.
Ughhhh!!
The massive overhaul of his subconscious kicked up a caustic storm of psionic jolts that blitzed around Savvy’s head like a crown. Trillions of her neurons were being overloaded at once. Her screams rung loud enough to peel the paint from the walls but not much else.
Her wincing green marbles wept at the reflection of her failures; she now understood in full the depths of Miguel’s cellular perversions and knew her death would doom Cross, Imani, and several hundred thousand others to a fate worse than oblivion. Her blood shot eyes suddenly flexed with drive before they fell snow white. Savvy clenched her teeth and tuned every fiber of her being inward, toward culling the cerebral storm of SILK’s thoughts, desires, fears, memories, concepts, triumphant breakthroughs, and poignant failures until she found an escape route. But to Miguel, she looked more pathetic than tenacious.
“On second thought, it looks like you’ve done more than enough damage to yourself to remove you from the threat category. A psychic, huh? Capable of getting passed my fire walls, cero’barriers, and ionic membranes? Fascinating..”
Again, SILK’s disembodied voice shook the crumbling foundations of his lab before suddenly holographic images of Savvy’s terror washed face were displayed above her. Miguel had cameras, billions of them built into walls and floors that had been snapping pictures of her while she licked her wounds. Their lenses were cut from meteoric ore he collected during one of his planetary excavations and granted his cameras optics powerful enough to read genetic code. And from the tune of his surrounding barritone, Savvy’s DNA was equivalent to hitting the jackpot.
”..extraordinary..your cells.. they’re being flooded by pockets of Naten totally foreign to anything in your body. Did you know that? Their integrity is daunted, curbed all together really. They should be multiplying thousands of times faster than they are.
Do you want me to help you?”
He was dead ass serious. Miguel was himself less of anman than he was a myraid talents, each of which had been sharpened to fine razors by his egregiously obsessive nature. Among being leading authority in quantum theory and genetic engineering, Miguel was doctor but years of experience in his “darker” avenues of work had wained his ethical code in exchange for efficiency. It’s what brought him to plateau of intellect all on his own and it was how he was going to survive the impending apocalypse.
”Hmm, the texture of your hair and skin suggest.. Ishi’nn physiology, but your people have been abused and traded into extinction thousands of years following the fall of the fabled Mad King Mytus. But here you are.. Perhaps a link from the Great 13 is the missing catalyst I’ve been looking for.”
Whilst he theorized, millions of steel wires and cables too thin to be seen were released from their scabbards in the walls to suspended Savaj’s lifeless body into the air. Her limbs were stretched to their maxims as if she were on a medieval operating table, while several surgical mechanical appendages descended from above. Slowly and carefully, tiny metal fingers dribbled non invasive marks along her flesh that determined where the plasma incisions would be. At this point Miguel’s backup artificial consciousness had ascertained control of his trans-dimensional workshop once again and was already repairing the benign damage Nightmare assassins brought to his door step. It sucked that he lost his own body, but getting a new vessel would be at worst, a triviality. He developed a spell of tunnel vision decoding the puzzle surrounding Savvy’s old blood, but doing so could crack The Source Code. To him, this took priority.
”I don’t know if you can hear me but I don’t want this to hurt, so these wires are going to feed N’hovikyn into your pores to dead your nerves.. Should you die.. I want you to know you’ve helped more woman and children than you will ever know.
..thank you.”
His drones got work on Savvy’s suprisingly tough skin. A telekinetic second skin made sinking their advanced tools into her body a challenge in itself but nothing insurmountable. But there was another metamorphosis occuring that almost went under SILK’s all seeing radar. One of projects were reaching maturity, and his existential body didn’t at all moved.
Back on the ground, right next to Cross’ foam clotted incubation tube was Imani, whose body had been adjusting to Naten infusion entirely differently than her peer. Cross’ floating body looked like a thick plush doll but Imani barely looked human at all. Her soul reaching screams had been replaced by a low pitched howl. Her clothes and flesh had all been melded into a dark amorphous mass that swirled like gas at the margins. Her eyes and hair were now blistering founts of Naten. Not to mention she was at least four times her size.. and growing.
The black form that was once her body completely filled out the “unbreakable” dimensions of her incubation tank like an ink blot. This set alarms that autonomously redirected laboratory’s power reserved to defense purposes. SILK’s attention had yet to be drawn away from his new found project.