jiaan
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| 08 Sep 2013 10:51 PM |
//: SPARROW CORP MEDICAL MAINFRAME
/: FROSTARIA /: SOLSTICE CITY
: SUBJECT ID: 40-11-69-01
/: INJURY/ILLNESS [[: Subject name currently unknown, nothing on person to identify and is not in the medical mainframe. Secondary request to be made for access to Sparrow Corp primary systems. Survivor of Endless Plaza extremist attack. Likely caused by an explosion. Right arm removed to beyond shoulder. Right leg removed, mid thigh. Extreme damage to ribs. Internal bleeding from all organs but left kidney. Right lung damaged, erratic heartbeat. Blindness is likely in one if not both eyes. Serious burns sustained. ]]
/: SURVIVAL: 04.2% /: WITH AUG. : 29.4%
/: EDIT: ADDED NOTES [[: After Sparrow Corp mainframe access was allowed, name was given. Luscian Erantus, age 47. Parents deceased. All his family is, actually, aside from a 4x great grandmother. Family history of military service. No listed friends or contacts. Currently unemployed. Quite honestly, this is the universe being kind. This is exactly what we need. Removing him from society would be simple. He is likely to comply, if approached correctly. I am giving a green light to Project Neo-Deus. Erantus will be taken as the primary subject should he agree. Transfer this file to the PN-D network, all later information to be recorded there. ]]
/: >>>PROJECT NEO-DEUS ACCES DENIED<<<
//: FILE END
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Two weeks. Two weeks, I had been less than a man. Less than myself. And though the doctors wouldn't say it, I was just ticking away time before something gave out. I wasn't important enough for this private hospital to do as much as they could; I have seen augmented people. Cyborgs. Some by choice, others by situations worse than my own. But they had families, they had jobs. Productive members of society. They were given a second chance, they would live to be at least 250 years old. But me? Well... "We're doing everything we're able".
A polite way of telling me "You're going to die". God, I didn't want to die.
I was in a fairly simple room. The walls were all a shining shade of white. The wall to my right was transparent, giving me a mild view of a corporate street somewhere in Solstice City. The sun had set a few hours ago, so there were few people or vehicles, and those few who were there just kept moving, paying little attention to what was around them. Everybody had gone home already, even the doctors here. Better, I found. Didn't have then up my ass. Every few minutes one of them was checking the bandage things where my arm and leg had been. Which of course made it hard to forget that yea, I was missing limbs. No shiny metal ones for me either. Just tick-tock, die already.
I sighed as best I could, probably making a graph or something above my head spike. They said not to sigh, because I was on some machine respirating for me. But what would it do? Kill me? On second thought, no, that wasn't funny. Joking about your own imminent demise isn't easy. Thank god nobody heard me.
Part of the wall slid into the ground, the doorway into the bleak, boring room. Normal doors were too plebeian it seemed. In stepped a man dressed in the archetype scientist looking getup, the immersive lab coat coving all the clothes beneath from whatever he worked with. Displaying some signs if ageing, I placed him at somewhere between 160-180. Short, stubbly hair covered both his head and face, a the beard the exact length if the hair, partially showing skin below. An order freak, then. The hair covered a fair bit, but his hazel eyes had earned a few lines over time. That said something. None of the doctors here that I had seen looked even 100. Most went off to more important positions, treating low income civilians was dredge work. Combined with that his coat was maybe four inches longer, visibly thicker, and had a black finish at the bottom and around the collar, before I said anything I knew he wasn't like the others.
He leisurely walked over to me, viewing the room like it was an art gallery, reading each monitor in the wall above me, taking in the crappy view I had, and generally just procrastinating. "You're not meant to sigh," he said in an accented voice, one of the few you heard. I'd heard it before, and it was clearly an Earth-based accent. Not alien. He certainly must have had an isolated childhood to have kept it.
"They also said that they're trying their best to help. But that's a lie. I'll listen when they speak straight to me," I said, maybe with some contempt.
He raised a brow. "They?"
"Don't play stupid, you're not a doctor. It's obvious."
"Is it?" he said, smiling. "Well, in that case you probably can tell I'm not an actor either." Oh god no. Bad jokes. Help me.
I sighed again, just to rebel against the doctrines of society. Revolutionaries everywhere would salute me. "What do you want? I have a very busy schedule, so get on with it."
He chuckled softly, turning his eyes to give me his full attention. "A shame, isn't it?" he said, tracing his finger down the stump of my leg, "That in today's world, still they won't help somebody in need. Money still exists, and still defines us. You were hurt, and it wasn't your fault. But they will let you die." He paused, letting a silence stretch out between us, just for the sake of theatrics. "But I won't. I think that I want to help you. I think I want to give you a chance... But it won't be-"
"I'm in," I interrupted, nodding.
His face crumpled in surprise. "You're in?"
"Yea," I said, shrugging with my one arm, "Not like my other choice has any up-sides. I'll take the chance. Sure."
He blinked once, shaking his head. Under his breath I heard him chuckle. "How nice. I had been about to give a monologue. That... Makes it simple."
Still chuckling, he turned around and started for the door. "What," I asked, "where are you going?"
"Oh, I just need to get some people to get you. No worries."
"Give me a chance, and leave, eh? Great first date man. Didn't even buy me dinner."
His chuckle turned into a laugh after I said that. He closed his eyes, nodding to himself. "Yes, you'll do." He reached into his pocket and pulled out what seemed to be a little remote screen thing. He pointed it above my head. "Sorry, but I'll need to shut everything off. Emergency measures will activate and separate, but it will induce a temporary coma. Many reasons why I need to. Ah-ah, no questions. Daddy days go to bed. Be a good boy."
He tapped something, and I heard a violent shriek from above me, quickly cut off. Something popped from the wall beside me and landed on the floor. "Sleep tight, Mister Erantus. I'll see you when you wake up."
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jiaan
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| 08 Sep 2013 10:55 PM |
Oh wait I forgot. This is C&G.
TL;DR. There. Now I get to not care early. |
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| 08 Sep 2013 10:56 PM |
| Why do you put all of this "//:" crap in front of it? It doesn't look organized, it's annoying. |
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jiaan
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| 08 Sep 2013 10:57 PM |
| I'm lazy and it's computer-official-file-y. |
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| 08 Sep 2013 10:58 PM |
| NO. CODE BE LIKE A LOT MORE COMPLICATED, OK. |
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| 08 Sep 2013 11:00 PM |
really good make more please |
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jiaan
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| 08 Sep 2013 11:01 PM |
My writer excuse is that it isn't written in any modern code. And it's a document, not code.
Just for spite this is coded by smashing the space bar. Nothing else. Cus SCIFI. |
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| 08 Sep 2013 11:26 PM |
That was excellent.
I want more c:
-Awesome use of description -Awesome beginning to a story
But that's just meh. Y'know. |
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Eddren
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| 08 Sep 2013 11:46 PM |
| Yarp, it's good. It's been a while since I've seen one as just an every-man. Quality's up there. Certainly an actual story, without a lot of cuts to simple action. |
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Inysa
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| 09 Sep 2013 02:42 AM |
WHAT.
THE ENGLISH BOY WRITES.
WHAT FORM OF HERESY IS THIS. SQUIRE. GET FOR ME MY BEHEADING STICK. |
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Inysa
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| 09 Sep 2013 02:42 AM |
| Wait, I don't have a Squire at the moment... Fine I'll get it myself. |
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Inysa
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jiaan
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| 09 Sep 2013 05:56 AM |
| A name I remember. Hello, other pretentious drunk Irish lass. Your countryman... Countrywoman... CountryPERSON... The other Irish girl is gone. Though I didn't actually know either of you. |
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Cirivio
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| 09 Sep 2013 06:03 AM |
:// MESSAGE: LOADING.. 99% :// MESSAGE: LOADED :// RAT SUCKS DUE TO CJ
~Let's have a Kiki.~ |
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jiaan
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| 10 Sep 2013 06:41 PM |
I didn't even notice... What ever happened to CT?
Doesn't make a difference, anyway.
Writing, whee. |
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| 10 Sep 2013 06:43 PM |
| Also I think RAT focuses too much on its tech. |
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