Star Crossed Cyborg

Hydronine · Dec 27, 2010

Serene stepped inside of the manufacture plant, immediately greeted by the sight of hundred of dismembered cyborg parts held up in lofty areas, some lying on the ground before her.

Her body parts.

Arms, torsos, legs, midsections, lower bodies, eyes, fingers, toes, all sprinkled on the floor like some kind of perverse confetti. She found herself picking up an arm, studying the wiring, the make of it. It looked almost exactly like hers, and judging from the weight of it, she was led to believe that it had to be a specialized limb, and so, she took one of the wires from the back of her neck and plugged it into one the limb, trying to find any differences, and then triggered any weaponry that it might have. A gun's muzzle protruded from the wrist, claws extended from the fingers, but wht was new, was the serrated blade that protruded from the elbow, eight inches in length, curved slightly.

She then quickly found herself switching out for parts, wanting to use every advantage she could get. She tested out the limbs, and then sighed as she supposed that there was really no turning back now.

Her eyes suddenly jumped from the newly added limbs to what was now in front of her.

One of the other Serene's.

"Your company is asked for in the main laboratory. I am told to bring you there by force if you do not comply." The voice was mechanical, monotone, unfeeling. Unthinking. Inhuman.

And it didn't sound a thing like her.

Of course they saw her coming. She hadn't really tried to dissuade them from noticing her. It might be a little dramatic, but she wanted them to see her coming, she wanted them to see the futility of trying to stop her. Now she wondered if she was being a little too overly injected into her own abilities. Did she think too highly of her functions?

Serene smiled slightly as she realized how confident she was in herself. It wasn't smart... but it was truthful to say that she was perhaps a tad too optimistic about the outcome of what she was about to do. Still, she continued on and nodded to the mindless shell of a drone and followed her. She wasn't about to start fighting just yet.... she needed more time to analyze her surroundings. She needed more time to plan.

But she wasn't prepared for what happened next.

Within that moment, she knew that she had made another mistake.

There was a second where it seemed like the entirety of all her known memories flashed by. Then there was nothing, save for a distant feeling of discomfort.

A sleep command had been entered.

October Knight · Dec 30, 2010

Cliff reclined in his seat as the Shuttle roared to life, although it was little more than a low hum from inside the cabin. Within second they were airborne, in route to mars. It had been years since Cliff had been back home, he never had any reason to return until now. He had never felt nostalgic about his home planet, with its crime and endless rows of factories and processing plants; It was a dump, and Cliff was glad when he finally left all those years ago.

Mars had slowly degenerated into a total slum, complete with below par standards in just about every category. Its streets were littered with garbage and its roads were uneven and un-kept. Most of the working population, those that actually worked that is, were employed by factories. Corporations, that used Mars to run their polluting factories, usually gave little to nothing back to the planet.

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Cliff got off the shuttle and walked towards the exit of the depot. He had no agenda of his own here, no one to visit, nothing he wanted to see, in fact his only concern was Serene. He still wasn't entirely sure where she was, or what she was doing for that matter. The slightly confusing message she sent him left him with few answers and a ton of questions. Part of him was mad, angry at her for going off on her own after he had pretty much signed his own death warrant when he saved her, what a bitch…..

Just before Cliff exited the station he saw the T.V. screen, he had to do a double take when he saw Serene. But it wasn't Serene, it was a clone model, or something like that. Then it all made sense. The message she had left him now spoke truth and he understood. Cliff knew where she had gone and only prayed that he could get to her before she got caught.

Hydronine · Dec 30, 2010

And now we come back to the start....

As Serene came to, she was faintly aware that she was restrained.... to a vertical bed.

Again.

She was unarmed.... literally.

Wires were in her ports, everything felt like how she had been before.

But Cliff wasn't here this time to pull her off the bed... She lifted her head slightly before something made her stop. She couldn't lift her head high enough to see what was going on. But she knew there were others in the area. She just couldn't figure out... who...

She tried moving her legs or the rest of her body, but nothing else responded... By now, she figured that it had to be a command that was stopping her.

"Oh drat.... she's awake.... Be a dear and enter the code again, would you? We're about to transfer her to a different area."

She was out before she could blink.

She was on a silver table in the memory... the sounds of machines ran around her, she was naked and cold, and she was unsure of what was going on... She tried to move, but she couldn't... All around her, they worked.... she faintly remembered that at points they would talk to her, ask her questions and that was the only time that she could talk... and she would tell the truth for every question.

Was she a virgin? She remembered giggling awkwardly, then nodded, unsure of how to answer. How old was she? Just turned 12, really. Did she like to go to school? Yeah, of course! But only because he went, too. Did she want children eventually? Yeah, and a husband too.

What would she have named her daughter?

Serene

She had no idea that she was already in a completely man-made body with the car wreck erased from her memories.

Serene grasped in the edges of her mind for a name. Who was she? Didn't they care? Why didn't they ask her for a name?

And then everything went blank again.....

But not before a burning ember of anger sparked up in reaction to something in the memories, something she should have noticed....

She felt so tired again.... her mind felt heavy....

October Knight · Jan 7, 2011

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Mars. Once a thriving mecca of innovation and industry, a place where people went to turn there dreams into modern marvels. More than just a few individuals became rich here, turning their ideas into invention, and in turn, their inventions into household names. However, after a few decades it became a place of cheap labor, manufacturing plants and low income 'ghettos'. Most of Mars' downfall happened well after Cliff had left, after she had died, but before he had joined up with Sintronica.

Cliff almost gagged when he steeped out of the terminal. The air was polluted here, rotten with the stagnant stench of decay and over use. Smoke billowed out of an uncountable amount of various factories and warehouses. Its natural resources (The ones that were available after it had been terraformed) were long gone. Its only inhabitants, besides the corrupt politicians that made sure they profited from everything Mars had to offer, were the underpaid workers.

Cliff, although displeased with how much worse it had gotten here, was happy with one thing. He knew he would be able to obtain almost any weapon he wanted here, and even better than that, he knew exactly where to go.

Cliff headed across town, making sure to stay off the main roads. He wore the hood from his jacket over his head in a way that made it hang low over his face, he walked with a slight stagger, just for added precaution. He knew the cops (And god knew who else!) were looking for him, but at least he could pass off as one of the many alcoholics on mars. He took a left down a street called 'O-zone'. It was the O-zone block, a.k.a black market central. He quickly found a vendor and approached the man working out of his garage, pulling the mask up over his face just a little, he asked him about guns.

The man gave a quick look down the street and then turned to Cliff, he smiled exposing a set of teeth that were as crooked as a country road.

"What'chu need, man." Said the arms dealer, exposing a shelf with a wide assortment of guns. Cliff was eying some of the high powered carbines, but knew he needed something more compact.

"That" Said Cliff pointing at a 50cal Smith Wesson. IT wasn't that practical, but it was perfect for making a point, as well as taking someones head clean off their shoulders. Next, he went with a modified sawed-off 12 gauge, his old stand by, for his next choice.

"Anything else for ya." Said the arms dealer, again taking a look down the street. Paranoid.

"No, that will do it." Said Cliff, handing the man a couple folded up bills.

Cliff took off into the street, headed towards the factory district of Mars. It would be at least a day's journey from here, and he couldn't risk getting a car at the moment. If Cliff had figured right, Serene would be at Sintronica's only factory on mars, and if he was wrong....

She could be anywhere. Cliff shivered at the thought and pushed on through the burnt out waste land.

Hydronine · Jan 11, 2011

Serene awoke again, slowly. She was careful this time to keep her eyes closed for a good while until she finally started to open them. She needed to know where she was.... she slowly moved her head as she noticed she was in another lab... though this one was slightly different... she was surrounded by countless tubes and such and felt different wires and nodes encompassing her head and body, a screen held in front of her eyes suddenly flickered to life, the glass darkening, with bright neon characters changing out rapidly displayed over it. She closed her eyes against it, but it wasn't helping. Something about that display was off. She opened her eyes for a short moment and then realized what was wrong with it. It was numbers and letters, but they were all altered in some way. Like the "8" had a diagonal slash through it, and the "o" had a cross on it. They were numbers and letters she couldn't process or understand.

All she knew was that it was confusing her mechanical processors. Which really wasn't good. All she could figure out was that if this kept up, her processors were going to crash and reset. If that were to happen, she'd loose all digital information, all digitally retained memories.... Everything....

Serene tried to turn her head away from the screen, but found it following her head as she moved, and then came to the realization that the screen was affixed to her face somehow. She felt adhesive pads on a couple areas of her face, and she felt the weight and sway of the wires and cords attached into different parts of the devices that were nestled up against her skin. Serene opened her eyes again finally and tried to look past the screen, as it seemed like it was just tinted glass that projected a view of selected images.

What she saw next made her eyes widen a slight. Within the tubes... where more or less clones. Of her. And before her, stood a clone affixed to over a hundred pounds of weaponry, with mechanical eyes with red glass. Then she looked away, finding a screen upon the wall, wired into the wall from so many points. For a moment, she couldn't see past the scrambled letters on the screen in front of her face, but she eventually read the screen with a sense of horror.

REFORMATTING 4%

The hell was going on? What were they trying to do?

She heard voices approaching the lab and quickly feigned sleep.

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