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you should probably put all this in one thread. it would be a lot more clean.

Fair point, that.  I realized belatedly that the others are in one thread, so I'll follow suit.

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The Library - Lore, Stories, and Creative Endeavours / Re: Just Stuff
« on: August 23, 2017, 03:52:02 PM »
Very nicely done, Rock!  Looking forward to seeing more of your work.  ^_^

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--{ Chapter 4:  What's in a name?

Memories bubbled to the surface as Jewel laid out pieces of paper, trying to fit them together.  Memories of fitting puzzle pieces together in class, and memories of another child flying into a fit of rage when the timer bell went off and his puzzle wasn't complete.  One orderly had tried to physically restrain the child and ended up screaming on the floor with a compound-fractured tibia.  It had taken two different tazers to subdue the child before he was dragged off.  She couldn't remember ever seeing the child or the orderly again after that incident.

Most of the folder itself was blank but for a few doses of medicines, so she separated it from what appeared to be the main sheet underneath.  As she worked, her vision pixelated, forcing her to stop and squeeze her eyes shut, camera shutters closing.  Without the work to distract her, the pain and thirst settled in, and her stomach rumbled.  She felt the muscles in her face stop twitching, and opened her eyes again to quickly complete the puzzle.

────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐
Jewel:      | Female | Bionic Monster                                           │
           STATS          │  ENCUMBRANCE AND WARMTH  │           SPEED          │
                          │^Torso  (0)   0+10  (  0) │ Base Move Cost:     110  │
 Strength:         8 (10) ││Head   (0)   0+0   (  0) │ Current Speed:      100  │
 Dexterity:        8 (10) ││Eyes   (0)   0+0   (  0) │                          │
 Intelligence:     8 (10) ││Mouth  (0)   1+0   (  0) │                          │
 Perception:       8 ( 8) ││Arms   (0)   0+10  (  0) │                          │
 Base HP:              90 ││Hands  (0)   0+20  (  0) │                          │
 Carry weight(lbs):  116.8││Legs   (0)   2+10  (  0) │                          │
 Melee damage:        7.5 │vFeet   (0)   2+10  (  0) │                          │
──────────────────────────┴──────────────────────────┴──────────────────────────┤
 Subject appears to have strong mental acuity, able to solve puzzles and learn  │
 new concepts quickly.  Mastered Israeli Defensive arts rapidly, and trains     │
 tirelessly.  Does not get along with other organisms, humanoid or not.         │
──────────────────────────┬──────────────────────────┬──────────────────────────┤
          SKILLS          │          TRAITS          │          EFFECTS         │
 dodging:          6 ( 0%)│ Addictive Personality    │Krav Maga Edged           │
 melee:            6 ( 0%)│ Animal Discord           │Krav Maga Hand-to-Hand    │
 unarmed combat:   6 ( 0%)│ Fast Learner             ├──────────────────────────┘
 bashing weapons:  2 ( 0%)│ Fast Reader              │
 computers:        2 ( 0%)│ Fleet-Footed             │
 cooking:          2 ( 0%)│ Forgetful                │
 electronics:      2 ( 0%)│ Good Hearing             │
 fabrication:      2 ( 0%)│ Growling Voice           │
 first aid:        2 ( 0%)│ Heavy Sleeper            │
 mechanics:        2 ( 0%)│ Indefatigable            │
 survival:         2 ( 0%)│ Light Step               │
 tailoring:        2 ( 0%)│ Self-Defense Classes     │
 arcana:           0 ( 0%)│ Thin-Skinned             │
 archery:          0 ( 0%)│ Trigger Happy            │
 bartering:        0 ( 0%)│ Truth Teller             │
 cutting weapons:  0 ( 0%)│ Ugly                     │
 driving:          0 ( 0%)├──────────────────────────┘
 handguns:         0 ( 0%)│
 launchers:        0 ( 0%)│
 marksmanship:     0 ( 0%)│
 piercing weapons: 0 ( 0%)│
 rifles:           0 ( 0%)│
 shotguns:         0 ( 0%)│
 speaking:         0 ( 0%)│
 submachine guns:  0 ( 0%)│
──────────────────────────┘

On the next sheet, she managed to find a list of the Compact Bionics Modules they had implanted into her.  Some were helpful.  Most were not.

┌────────────────── BIONICS ─────────────────────┐
│ ┌──────────┐                                   │
│ │ACTIVE (4)│                                   │
├─┘          └───────────────────────────────────┤
│ k Metabolic Interchange, OFF                   │
│ l Scent Vision, 1 PU/turn, 1 PU act, OFF       │
│ m Bionic Claws, OFF                            │
│ o Water Extraction Unit                        │
│                                 ┌────────────┐ │
│                                 │PASSIVE (11)│ │
├─────────────────────────────────┘            └─┤
│ a Self-Locking Thumbs                          │
│ b Motor Control Overstimulator                 │
│ c Bionic Short Circuit                         │
│ d Leaky Bionic                                 │
│ e Endocrine Enervator                          │
│ f Bionic-Induced Deformity                     │
│ g Voice Remodulator                            │
│ h Squeaky Ankles                               │
│ i Visual Disruptor                             │
│ j Wire-induced Stiffness                       │
│ n Expanded Digestive System                    │
└────────────────────────────────────────────────┘

After memorizing the information, she gathered up the papers, clumping them together once more, and stuffed them into her pocket.  Carefully, she reached around the edge of the doorway, hooked her fingertips under the edge of the door, and pulled it shut.  The turret's targeting system made no reply as Jewel was plunged, once more, into darkness.

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--{ Chapter 3:  The Light

Her teeth were chattering.  She couldn't tell how long it had been since she heard the anguished voices of her fellow cybernetic organisms, but twice she had fallen, excruciating pain causing her to convulse.  Afterward, she had lain on the frigid floor, paralyzed, until she could catch her breath and climb back to her feet.

She thought about the claws again.  If they had been out, she'd likely have sliced herself deeply when she wrapped herself in a fetal position before the spasms jolted her legs back out again.  It made her think again of the tattered paper in her pocket, and she was determed to find out what it said before she used it as tinder for a fire.

Her hand on the wall guided her around a corner, and she saw a bright metal door.  Excited, she shuffled to it as quickly as she could.  It pixelated as she got close, and she only closed her eyes for a brief moment to shake her head in an attempt to clear her vision before she opened the door.

The flood of light blinded her, so she did not see the danger, but she could hear it.  Vague memories tugged at her as she heard the telltale "Beep beep beep" of target acquisition sensors.  That would mean the heavily-armed, double-SMG turret dominating the brightly-lit room spotted her.  She heard the sound of whirring as the guns swung toward her, of jingling as the chains of ammunition followed suit.  The spasm in her hip released just in time for her to lurch out of the way of the deadly machine before it opened fire.

Panting and sweating, Jewel sank back to the cold floor, and listened as the actuators moved the guns back to their default position.  She licked dry, cracked lips, suddenly realizing how thirsty she was, and remembered she needed to keep moving.

Shaking, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the shreds of paper, sifting through them at the edge of the door, just out of sight of the deadly turret, until she found her name.
}*

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--{ Chapter 2:  Promises in the Dark

Jewel lay there, numb, listening to the clicks and whirrs of the lab for a few minutes, until the cold started to creep in.  These were not her usual chambers, and she didn't have her jumpsuit; they'd asked her to leave it in the room before heading to the Testing Center.  She shivered.  It was time to go.  She didn't know where, but the Kind Person had mentioned the surface.  That indicated she was underground, and needed to head up.

Clutching the stiff object the Kind Person had put in her hand, she struggled to stand, her head still swimming.  Halfway up, her hip spasmed and she fell again, her face slamming into the floor.  It was painful.  She stood up, slower this time, her eyes making a strange sound when she blinked into the inky blackness.  They felt strange, and with a humourless snort, Jewel realized that the sound they made when she blinked reminded her of a camera shutter.  "Maybe it will give me a photographic memory," she mumbled.

After righting herself, Jewel still felt shaky and unwell.  Whatever CBM, or Compact Bionics Module, Jacob had attempted to install in her made a sickening, squishy feeling somewhere around her heart.  Or maybe it was her lungs?  It was difficult to tell, but it was obviously not good.  It left a constant, trickling, burning sensation.  She needed to find a way to remove it as soon as possible.

Priorities, though.  Gotta stay focused.  "Come on, Jewel.  Let's see what this is, and then let's get some clothes somehow."  Feeling at the stiff object, she recognized it as the folder they kept on the stand next to her face while they worked on her.  She frowned, distracted.  What good was a folder to her?

As she focused, she became aware of an alarm going off in the distance.  That probably explained why all of the lights were off.  Still, there should be emergency lights somewhere.  She placed her hand on the cool stone wall to her left and began walking, very carefully, the other hand outstretched with the folder so she wouldn't run into a wall face-first.  Before long, her outstretched fingertips touched a metal door, and she pushed it slowly open.  Damn things.  Didn't matter how careful you were, they made a _lot_ of noise.  Despite her best efforts, it made a thunderous KA-CHUNK behind her, and she winced.  She held her breath for a couple of moments, then sighed and relaxed.  Just in time to hear a scream.

"WHAT HAVE I BECOME?!"  Something shrieked in a digital voice, just on the other side of the wall.  Jewel felt massive claws extend from her normally short-trimmed nails as she jumped, her fight-or-flight response obviously deciding on the former.  It was one of the few CBMs Jacob installed correctly, but unfortunately, it rendered her unable to hold anything.

She dropped the folder and automatically tried to catch it, the reaction ingrained into her from years of reflex training, and was rewarded with the sound of paper shredding as she did so.  Dismayed, she whimpered and willed the claws to retract.  They complied, and she felt the telltale electrical shock that signaled a power dump.  She wouldn't be able to use the claws again, not until she found a way to charge her internal power.  She shook her head; she'd have to worry about that later.  She scooped up what she could of the shredded folder and papers, and put them in her pocket.  She had a headache from the power dump, but at least her hands were free, now.

Time to go.  The voice on the other side of the wall followed her footsteps.  "HELP ME!!"

She gritted her teeth and picked up the pace.  She would be back.  She promised the pained voice in the dark that, once she was in better shape, she would return.  She just hoped it would be in time.

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--{ Chapter 1:  The Wrong Kind of Pain

She came to consciousness at some point when they were operating on her.

She knew this, because it hurt.  Intensely.

She could hear voices.

"Are you sure she can't feel this?  It sounds like she can feel this."

"FUCK.  I did it wrong again.  I don't think this one's going to last long, either."

The pain had that wrong feeling to it.  She'd never known pain before, none of which she could recall, but somehow, her body could tell.  Whatever just happened was not good.

"Get it out of here."

"Her, you mean?  She may be a cybernetic organism, Jacob, but she's still an organism."

"Whatever you say.  We're done with it for today."

Jewel heard a whisper at her ear.  "Shhhhh, quick pinch, and then the pain will go away."

Suddenly, Jewel realized the keening sound had been coming from her.  She'd been making that noise.

"HEY!  What are you doing?  We need tho-"

"Hush, Jacob.  If nothing else, it will stop the noise she's making."

"I should have you written up for wasting company resources on a failed cybernetic organism."

"Fine, have me written up.  There, see?  Nice and quiet."

The other person was right.  Jewel did feel....not better, but not hurting as much.  It was like a barrier had been thrust up between her and the pain.  She could tell it was there, but it was no longer scrubbing at raw nerves.  The needle was removed from her arm.

The man named Jacob had a rough, dangerous edge to his whiny voice.   "Now, get that thing off of my operating table.  We have others to work on.  This one's done.  Throw it in the basement.

The unnamed voice was much more gentle, but Jewel couldn't tell whether it was male or female.  It didn't really matter.  Gentleness didn't have a gender, and as far as she was concerned, she was grateful for being treated like something worthy of gentleness by this other creature.

"Very well. "  An amused note touched the voice.  "Try not to botch any more installations, Jacob.  I can't tell, but you might actually be getting worse at this."

Jacob snarled in the distance as Jewel was wheeled out of the room, lights passing over her half-closed eyes.

Eventually, no more lights passed.  There was no light at all.  In the deep darkness, amidst periodic beeps and whirrs of electronics and bionics, she felt gentle hands reach under her and lift her off the traction bench strapped to the gurney.  The gentle voice came close to her ear again.

"Despite what Jacob says, it's not too late for you. We've successfully implanted into you some cybernetic modules which enhance your combat. You can read and write, you can reason, and if my guess is correct, you can also feel."

There was the sound of scribbling, and something flat and smooth was slid into her left hand. "Get out of here, Jewel. I can't take you past the turrets on the surface, but I know you can make it. And if you get out of here, please do what you can to save the others. I wish you the best of luck."

A soft, cool hand pressed gently to her forehead before disappearing, carried away by swift steps into the darkness.

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