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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 9:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 2:45 pm
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Arduously he toiled. The young girl lay before him, unconscious and unknowing of his tinkering. He didn’t care for her though. To him she was but a home that needed to be cleaned out for a new occupant. When he was through she would be an empty husk, and ready to accept his sister. For nearly ten years, Shane Morris had been on the run from the world. His sister’s “death” drove him mad. It wasn’t fair what happened to her. She was trying to do what she thought was right. For a while they all thought she would win. That is until that b*****d destroyed her heart. She became a ghost in a machine. No taste, no smell, and no touch. She couldn’t even feel the emotions that came with having certain glands and organs. She told him not to worry. She told him that they could work together to create artificial senses. That wasn’t good enough for him. He wanted her to live, not just survive. There was a crash in the room behind him. He hadn’t expected to be found this quickly. He looked up at his security monitor. A crooked smile crosses his lips. He turned around to face the intruder. There was another resounding smash, the rushing cloud of dust and debris, and a door flying at him at speeds that would kill a man. Fortunately for Shane Morris, he was more than a man. He took a swipe with his right arm and split the door down the center. The movement was swift and nearly invisible to the naked eye. It was much like the crack of a whip. He smiled at the approach of the robot before him. It was built with the proportions of a woman, and it was pink and black. He had seen it before. That is, he had seen it when he was only a child. Gidget drew it after reading her first Iron Man comic book. The robot’s faceplate slides back to reveal the face of a young woman. It was a computer simulated approximation of what a girl would have looked like had she lived to grow to adulthood. A copy of a girl he once called his sister. Its eyes look to him with simulated disgust and disappointment. He couldn’t understand why it did. It wasn’t capable of the mental chemicals needed to feel sadness. He knew his sister was in the machine somewhere, but he refused to think of this “thing” as his sister. He would give her a new body. He looked down at the girl on the table. The crown of her skull had been removed in order to expose her brain. He nearly had the answer to transferring his sister’s soul, but he kept running into the snag of retained memories. He knew she wouldn’t be able to overcome any residual memories that still remained in the host mind. He looked back over to her and whispered, “Do you like it? From what you wrote me back then, she’s just what Ako likes in a woman. I just need a few more days to completely wipe her memory clean. Then she will be ready for you to inhabit. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?” The robot’s fist clenched, the sound of grinding metal creating an ungodly screech. It said, “Stop this Shane. This is crazy. I didn’t want to believe that you were the reason that women had been disappearing from the city. Then they return to their homes, with entire portions of their brain missing. This isn’t you, it’s the radiation. Come back with me and we can help you.” Shane shouted at the machine, “Help?! HELP?! They’re the ones who did this to me. They thought they could make us into weapons under the pretence of helping us adjust. They fooled us all. They killed our parents for God’s sake! Just because they found out what was going on behind the curtains.” The robot slowly walked toward him, its arms reaching out to Shane. “Those people have been purged from Valhalla. Trinity and the others are helping me make things right. Valhalla is what it should have been all along. We are the last bastion of hope and salvation for those being hunted by the Deadalus Project. They want to kill you Shane, but I won’t let them. Please come back with me.” Shane stood and thought for a moment. For just a second his mind became clear again. He could see the human within the machine. He could see his little sister. He could see her smile, her bouncing pigtails, and the kitten she always kept in her overalls. He could feel her wrapping her arms around his neck while he carried her piggyback. Then it all became black. He saw her empty eyes, the blood trickling out of the corner of her mouth, and her caved in chest. Beside his little sisters dead body was a machine that was screaming. It was screaming because its operator was dead. It was screaming because it was nothing more than a copy of the little girl that once controlled it. This machine was talking to him now. This machine was not Agatha Morris. This machine was not Gidget. Shane’s face contorts into an insane Grimace. One word escaped from his lips. It was a word that the machine did not want to hear. He could see that it wanted to cry, but that its artificial eyes wouldn’t allow it. Shane’s body slithers and morphs in a sea of black and red biomass. It covers his entire body until it forms into a hardened shell. His right arm slithers into the shape of an enormous blade. The machine’s faceplate slides back into place. It raises its right arm at him. Three optical lenses slide out from its forearms. It shook its head and pleaded, “Please don’t make me do this Shane. I don’t want to hurt you. For God’s sake you’re my brother.”
Shane only grinned. “Hurt me? You are welcome to try. And I am not your brother.” ………………………………………………………………………………….. That fight was three years ago. Shane can’t remember much of what came after that. He had attacked the machine with everything he had; with everything that had been given to him. But it was too strong. It had been ready for him. It knew everything he could do. It was over quickly. Now Shane sits imprisoned within the depths of Valhalla. A steady vapor slithers into his room. This vapor keeps him pacified. With it in his lungs, he is unable to control the biomass that is body is now made of. If he does, it brings terrible pain. He remains in a stupor most of the time. He can tell when the machine comes to speak with him. It sounds sad when it does. It sounds like his sister may have sounded if she had lived. Instead this copy constantly mocks him with its presence.
While they thought he just lay there drooling on himself, he had been planning. His scientific mind still functioned. Soon he will find a way to break free of this damned room. He will disable the machine. And then find a proper body for his sister. All he needs is an opportunity…a distraction of some sort.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 3:05 pm
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