Post by M.A.X on Aug 1, 2017 15:14:05 GMT -6
Blackness, a coarse fabric over their face, the sound of gravel hitting the underside of the van he assumed they must be in, and the pain of his bony ass bumping around on the metal bench
The vehicle stoped suddenly, the g-force smashing them into the metal. They rise with a sore shoulder as they hear the doors open, and a pair of boots clang over the metal floor towards them.
"Alright, you jarheads ready to tell us why we're here yet?"
The footsteps continued, the owner remaining stoically quiet as (s)he approaches
"I appreciate the black-site obduction thing and all that, but the whole thing isn't really complete unless you put a gun to our..."
The hard touch of a metal handgun, pressed against their temple.
"...temple, yes"
"End of the line, kid; suits want their investment back."
"WAIT, NONONO!"
Oh hell
The bang of the hammer smashing into place, and the brief pain of the bullet drilling through their gray matter.
Whiteness, a warm glow encasing him, it felt like he was floating.
Wait... "he"?
Yes, he couldn't feel the kid anymore, for the first time in his 'life', he was alone in his thoughts... he liked it
is this what heaven is like? Have I gone to heaven? Do violent, alternate personalities go to heaven? If this is heaven, why aren't I getting a blowjob from a woman made entirely of bacon?
"Is the subject awake?"
That's odd, what is that voice doing in heaven?
"Yes, although he can't see us, his eyes *eherm* 'photoreceptors' aren't adjusting to the harsh light in here"
"Activate the auto-adjust feature!"
I get the sinking feeling this might not be heaven
"Activating!"
His suspisions were confirmed as his eyes finally adjusted to the lighting in the... well it looked like a lab, didn't it? Robotic arms with red hot tools were whirring around in his field of vision, diving into where his chest must be and sending sparks flying, but he didn't feel the expected burning pain. In fact, he didn't feel anything, nor could he move his head.
"Have you creeps drugged me?"
Well at least my mouth is working, although it sounds a little... canned
A face came into view -or well, a black glass faceplate laid into a white helmet- as whirring servo-motors turned the table he was laying on into a chair, yet somehow he didn't feel the movement, it still felt like he was floating.
"No, 'Max'; we haven't drugged you, we simply have not yet activated your tactile response matrix"
"The fuck you mean 'activated'? I'm not some bloody..."
His eyes finally focused on the reflection in the black faceplate, a ghastly visage of exposed servo motors and multicolored wires greeted him.
"...robot"
"ah, yes, we haven't finished your synth-skin yet, but the humanization department has promised that it'll be done by the end of the week."
"Alright, whatever, that is hardly the most important point here, how on earth did you get me out of the kid's head after you punctured it with a bullet? I'm not even real, I'm just a figment of his imagination, how am I here after you splattered said imagination all over the interior of that van?"
"Oh c'mon, Max; you didn't actually believe that split personality crap, do you? That condition is caused by massive and prolonged trauma, and the most traumatic thing Sven ever experienced was-"
"-his mother walking in while he was watching tentacle porn..."
The man behind the visor clears his throat.
"...yes."
"Then what the fuck am I?"
"You are the... well I won't say who we are, you can't be trusted with that information."
"Good call"
"But, you are our newest invention, a fully fledged Artificial Intelligence, initially housed in a microscopic positronic brain and inserted into the test subject... erhm..."
"Sven, the kid's name was Sven"
"Oh, right; yes you were inserted into Sven's brain and left to passively observe human behavior and learn..."
"I guess I failed on that front."
"Yes, after your little incident we decided to let you two continue in life, our bosses thought the idea of a human and an AI sharing the same body was the future of super-soldier tech."
"Given what happened to Sven, I guess the plan's changed?"
"Yes, you two were a side project as we developed a replacement for you to take this body, which was always meant for you, sadly their emotional centres were all even more unstable than yours, so retrieving you was seen as the best option"
"And killing Sven?"
"A cost saving measure, getting those wires out of his head would have cost a fortune."
"So you shot them out, how very American of you..."
"Very funny, but now we have a problem, your instabilities mean that we can't send you into any military yet, but at the same time I doubt there is any place in the civilian world where a bloodcrazy, android-housed, military-grade AI would fit in..."
"Oh yes there is, you just need to send me back home."
"'home'? To Sweden!?"
Max laughs again, the cold, emotionless, metallic sound somehow fits him better than the immature chuckle that the flesh body would produce.
"No, jackass... to UCI"
Reflected in the black visor, he sees servos twist his face, pulling the wires and bits into a blood-curdling grin.
The vehicle stoped suddenly, the g-force smashing them into the metal. They rise with a sore shoulder as they hear the doors open, and a pair of boots clang over the metal floor towards them.
"Alright, you jarheads ready to tell us why we're here yet?"
The footsteps continued, the owner remaining stoically quiet as (s)he approaches
"I appreciate the black-site obduction thing and all that, but the whole thing isn't really complete unless you put a gun to our..."
The hard touch of a metal handgun, pressed against their temple.
"...temple, yes"
"End of the line, kid; suits want their investment back."
"WAIT, NONONO!"
Oh hell
The bang of the hammer smashing into place, and the brief pain of the bullet drilling through their gray matter.
Whiteness, a warm glow encasing him, it felt like he was floating.
Wait... "he"?
Yes, he couldn't feel the kid anymore, for the first time in his 'life', he was alone in his thoughts... he liked it
is this what heaven is like? Have I gone to heaven? Do violent, alternate personalities go to heaven? If this is heaven, why aren't I getting a blowjob from a woman made entirely of bacon?
"Is the subject awake?"
That's odd, what is that voice doing in heaven?
"Yes, although he can't see us, his eyes *eherm* 'photoreceptors' aren't adjusting to the harsh light in here"
"Activate the auto-adjust feature!"
I get the sinking feeling this might not be heaven
"Activating!"
His suspisions were confirmed as his eyes finally adjusted to the lighting in the... well it looked like a lab, didn't it? Robotic arms with red hot tools were whirring around in his field of vision, diving into where his chest must be and sending sparks flying, but he didn't feel the expected burning pain. In fact, he didn't feel anything, nor could he move his head.
"Have you creeps drugged me?"
Well at least my mouth is working, although it sounds a little... canned
A face came into view -or well, a black glass faceplate laid into a white helmet- as whirring servo-motors turned the table he was laying on into a chair, yet somehow he didn't feel the movement, it still felt like he was floating.
"No, 'Max'; we haven't drugged you, we simply have not yet activated your tactile response matrix"
"The fuck you mean 'activated'? I'm not some bloody..."
His eyes finally focused on the reflection in the black faceplate, a ghastly visage of exposed servo motors and multicolored wires greeted him.
"...robot"
"ah, yes, we haven't finished your synth-skin yet, but the humanization department has promised that it'll be done by the end of the week."
"Alright, whatever, that is hardly the most important point here, how on earth did you get me out of the kid's head after you punctured it with a bullet? I'm not even real, I'm just a figment of his imagination, how am I here after you splattered said imagination all over the interior of that van?"
"Oh c'mon, Max; you didn't actually believe that split personality crap, do you? That condition is caused by massive and prolonged trauma, and the most traumatic thing Sven ever experienced was-"
"-his mother walking in while he was watching tentacle porn..."
The man behind the visor clears his throat.
"...yes."
"Then what the fuck am I?"
"You are the... well I won't say who we are, you can't be trusted with that information."
"Good call"
"But, you are our newest invention, a fully fledged Artificial Intelligence, initially housed in a microscopic positronic brain and inserted into the test subject... erhm..."
"Sven, the kid's name was Sven"
"Oh, right; yes you were inserted into Sven's brain and left to passively observe human behavior and learn..."
"I guess I failed on that front."
"Yes, after your little incident we decided to let you two continue in life, our bosses thought the idea of a human and an AI sharing the same body was the future of super-soldier tech."
"Given what happened to Sven, I guess the plan's changed?"
"Yes, you two were a side project as we developed a replacement for you to take this body, which was always meant for you, sadly their emotional centres were all even more unstable than yours, so retrieving you was seen as the best option"
"And killing Sven?"
"A cost saving measure, getting those wires out of his head would have cost a fortune."
"So you shot them out, how very American of you..."
"Very funny, but now we have a problem, your instabilities mean that we can't send you into any military yet, but at the same time I doubt there is any place in the civilian world where a bloodcrazy, android-housed, military-grade AI would fit in..."
"Oh yes there is, you just need to send me back home."
"'home'? To Sweden!?"
Max laughs again, the cold, emotionless, metallic sound somehow fits him better than the immature chuckle that the flesh body would produce.
"No, jackass... to UCI"
Reflected in the black visor, he sees servos twist his face, pulling the wires and bits into a blood-curdling grin.
