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..is a scary thing at times.
So is jealousy.
Yeah. Me. Jealous. I know, I know, "But Miiiina... machines don't GET jealous!" Oi, ******** you, do too. And I'm not a machine!!
..or am I? So much has changed..
Echo and I were at Kyu's place-- yeah, I know, stupidest thing ever to do, go to his ex's and hang out, but there we were. She was having some issues with her crossbreeding or inbreeding or whatever the hell it is that's wrong with her. Yeah, still hate her. Go figure. But seriously, they were talking about making her their guinea pig, because she'd apparently done something no other like her ever had.
Sound familiar? It should. And that should explain why I got angry. No one, not even her, should be a lab rat in a cage. No one. And yet there everyone was, convincing her it was "for her own good." ********. That. s**t.
So, I went out on a limb-- tried to talk her down, convince her to think about it logically. My opener wasn't sweet, don't get me wrong, but she got the basic idea. And growled, and shifted, and went all bat-tarded and undead-strong.
So what happens? Echo goes off on me, tells me to leave her alone. Leave her alone?! He wouldn't kiss me in her presence for ******** sake, and when I try to be nice, I get lectured!? I did what any girl would do. I blew up.
Literally.
Pulse cannon blasts enough to take a god down, and they damn near did.. until he converted the energy and hit me back. Took out.. well.. everything. Very few cells even survived, to my knowledge, and every implant chip that remained after my last evolutionary fit was fried.
And yet I regenerated. Nearly sucked his energy dry doing it, but I woke up in my little cozy cocoon rested and nearly normal. Ah. but.. the access port is still gone, as are all the implants and control centers. Oh.. and most of my internal organs are mechanical hybrids that I never even imagined. Hello, chili fries with extra cheese and grease! Goodbye acid indigestion and heart attacks! But yeah, everything runs on the power of my will alone instead of a relay system. And speaking of power.. oh my. Sucking Echo dry really kick started my own generator, so to speak, and I am LOVING it.
..I think he might have cried for me when he thought I died.
He really loves me.
I'm loving that too.
 Mina402763 · Sun Dec 21, 2008 @ 02:41am · 0 Comments |
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I am afraid. No, not for me.. I am afraid of me. The voice is gone, the pain and the madness are gone. Perhaps I am gone.
It was dark, and I was attacked. I couldn't see him, I couldn't stop him. I was weak, offline. Echo had done so to prevent me from destroying Cless when he and I made love.. but then it backfired. I am not helpless when offline, no, far from it.. but this one was stronger than the others. This one was to kill me, and then he promised to destroy any who knew me, to hide the dirty secret that is Project Eclipse.
I could not allow that, so I tried to take out the chip. The pain, the horrible spasms-- I was ruined! It would not allow me near it. Then I remembered-- the last time I was force controlled, Ase shorted it. He shorted the chip out with a power surge. That had to be it. In a moment of desperation, I tore down the pole, took hold of the wires, pressed them in close..
There was pain, pain, bright light, fire, noise, death of the other.. then darkness. Was it the death of me as well? No. Sleep. Sweet, beautiful sleep.
Then his voice. Echo called to me, reached for me, drew me forth in a metal cocoon to be reborn as what I am now. I still do not understand it, or how I give life to the inanimate even more so than I did before. But then he spoke to me, told me that he had shut me down. Still, I did not know him, or myself, and only the torture of Echo's neural implant that I inflicted upon him saved us both.
Being inside his head, in his memories, was disconcerting to say the least. He has had a rough time of it, perhaps worse than my own. I never had a mother or a true father, so I do not know the pain of losing them, only what I saw and felt through Echo. I did not like it. But what disturbed me were his memories of me, how.. out of control I was. I think it was the fourth time I replayed our fight that awakened the seed of memory within me, and I withdrew.
I am no longer a creature of flesh and blood-- true, there are still organics within me, I even have flesh, but the metal has become part of my organs. No more are there implants-- there simply is. And power, such power... such means of taking more! Perhaps I am the fabled metal goddess, come to coat the world in chrome efficiency. Perhaps I am simply version three point one.
There's something else I don't know how to handle.. and it thrills me. Something that had the potential to be there all along, and I never saw it lurking in the shadows, never understood it, never quite knew of it though I surely felt it..
...Echo kissed me.
I kissed him back.
Mina402763 · Mon Dec 01, 2008 @ 11:47am · 0 Comments |
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..and I'm not sure what to make of things. Someone has been telling me to end them. A voice, what a voice, so calm and pure and powerful. And right, it seems. "Kill them," it whispers to me. "Purify them, give them and the world the peace we all need." And I did. Or, I thought I did.
Dae lives. He has become something terrible, but only in the face of my rejection, my deception. He is a monster in the true sense of the word, and I cannot help but wonder if my blatant attempt to have him destroyed is the cause. Still, the voice compels me.
Split will come next, and then Corbin. Corbin.. how can I have spawned such a horrible creature? He knows me, knows what I am to do almost before I do it. I hate him most of all, perhaps because in him, I see a bit of me. Wretched, disgusting, twisted.. but there.
Simon.. dear, loving Simon. Is he the voice? No, I do not think so. In these rare moments of clarity, I wonder if I am being used as a tool, a puppet to be danced around on the stage we call our world. But then it fades, and alone with me in the darkness is the voice.
"Kill them! Purify them!"
Ever more insistent. Did Echo release it when he used that chip to shut down my systems? I.. I don't know. Perhaps it's been there since I faced the me-who-wasn't-me.
"Purify them. Give them peace."
It's closer now, harder to ignore. Just them? No.. all of them! All of them shall pay!
"KILL THEM!"
Mina402763 · Mon Dec 01, 2008 @ 11:33am · 0 Comments |
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Wrong, wrong, wrong. Everything is wrong. I can feel myself falling apart, and yet being forced back together. Those pains, those blinding flashes.. there were words, images, voices. No. NO. She.. it.. has broken me. Something in me isn't right.
And yet, I wonder if it is me-- if that horrible, wretched copy did nothing more than show me the real me, and I hate it. I don't know anymore. It hurts. I can't bear to think that there was another of me-- not my kind, ME. Of course there are more ETS subjects.. but no two were exact. Similar, perhaps, but never a copy. Not til her. And it hurts me.
I killed it. I killed it and felt no remorse.. but why? Was I killing part of myself, or was it just a mirror image? Deep down I feel sick. Questions haunt me. Am I the original? I have to be-- I can't afford not to be. I am not a copy. But.. did it.. she.. think the same thing? No. No, she couldn't have. She attacked me, knew me, knew how to bring me to my knees. That in itself proves she was not an original, she is a copy. A copy.
But there is one question that haunts me worse still..
..if she hadn't been hostile, would I have killed her anyway?
Mina402763 · Thu Jul 31, 2008 @ 07:20am · 1 Comments |
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...
“Nnnh..”
Mina groaned as she picked herself up off the floor, slender limbs protesting with every sluggish movement. Her head pounded, her tongue tasted of copper. A vermilion pool stained the floor where she had lain. Dark eyes narrowed in confusion, tapered digits probing her forehead. Her fingers came back sticky and red. Blood. She had been bleeding. The girl shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Just what had happened?
Heart pounding, she rounded the corner. Concrete exploded mere inches behind her-- a gunshot. Her lips curled into a feral grin as she whirled to face her pursuers, leveling her own weapon-- a sleek, hand-held version of her favored pulse cannon. Just as the shadow of her chosen target came into view, a terrible pain exploded in her head. Again. And again. Stunned, confused, she shuddered as her mind gave way, severing her consciousness in two. Blackness came..
“Ugh.. what the ******** was that?”
Mina was immune to most forms of physical attack, her genetics allowing for almost immediate recovery from any wound. This had not been physical, this had been.. something else. Her eyes finally having adjusted to the dim, flickering lights, she found herself in a roughly octagonal room, its ceiling bare save for a single panel of dying fluorescent lights. The floor was plain cement, as were the walls-- except one. That one wall was a window of some type, its composition a thick glass. She didn’t need to reach for her weapons to know they were missing. The girl sighed, and set about in search for a door, a sliding panel, any key out of her new prison. Fingernails scraped along the wall, searching for cracks, seams--
Wait. There. She paused in her search, whirling to face that window again. Something was in there, something was tugging at the corner of her mind yet again. Her mouth went dry, and she found herself shaking. Still, on suddenly weak legs, she forced herself forward, peering into the darkness that concealed the thing calling out to her. Her breath came in a sharp gasp, goose bumps raising on her pale flesh. Movement. There was movement. Mina was standing within inches of the thick barrier, leaning in close. Her nose almost touched the glass when..
SLAM.
An involuntary yelp escaped the girl, her usual composure having fled her entirely. A pair of hands, stained a sickly rust color slapped firm against the glass. After what seemed an eternity, Mina’s probing eyes caught sight of their owner’s features-- and she felt sick to her very core. There, on the other side of that horrid window, she saw.. herself. Though she would have loved to convince herself it was a trick, that her reflection overlapped the prisoner opposite the transparent barrier, she knew it to be a lie. The monster that faced her now was none other than herself.
“Who..”
Her voice caught in her throat as the doppelganger’s mouth formed the same word. A shiver ran down her spine, and the double mimicked the motion in the same instant. However, as Mina’s expression turned to one of horror, the twin’s features twisted in a mad, cruel grin. The captive assassin’s voice came again, this time as a scream, for agony once more bombarded her senses. The girl collapsed to the floor, hands clutching the sides of her head, pain rolling through her in waves. This time, however, blackness did not come. Something kept pulling her mind back down into her spasm-wracked body, something would not permit her the comfort of unconscious oblivion. Finally, when through her screams she began to see spots of crimson and ebony, her sanity stretched to its brink, it ended. There, from her fetal position on the floor, she saw the other grinning down at her, the fingers of one hand wiggling in a childish, cruel mockery of a wave.
“Come on now, sugar, you’re better than that. Get up and play!”
A youthful imitation of her own voice echoed inside her head, each syllable sending a new pulse throughout her already exhausted figure. It felt like she had been hit by a tank-- a sensation that, oddly enough, she was familiar with. Growling under her breath, Mina forced herself to her hands and knees, and with no small effort, to her feet. One hand rested against the window as she gasped for air, the back of her other moving to wipe a trickle of blood from her nose.
“Okay, b***h.. I don’t know which of Marcise’s little test tubes you crawled out from-- because let’s face it, who the ******** else would make you?-- but I’m putting you back in pieces!”
Another wave hit her, but she stayed standing.. and pushed back. Though not blessed with gifts of the mind in the traditional sense, the multiple genetic experiments that had created her had instilled Mina with a certain level of defenses-- defenses that had lain dormant until this freakish copy of her had triggered them. The doppelganger seemed stunned at first, but set her jaw as firmly as the original and pushed back. Both of Mina’s hands slammed into the glass as she narrowed her eyes, focusing harder than she had before. The hands of her twin met hers against the glass, the energy in the air palpable. The transparent wall gave a shudder, hairline cracks appearing along its edge as the two fought on unseen battlegrounds. The light above flickered faster and faster until, finally, the long cylindrical bulb exploded in a shower of glass and sparks.
Mina’s mouth, which had been set in a teeth-bared snarl, parted wide as she offered what could only be described as a warrior’s roar, all of her effort coming to a peak. The copy once more mimicked her actions and the entire enclosure began to shake and shudder. A great explosion rocked the room, tossing Mina back against the far wall. Dust and debris clouded her vision. Something had struck her hip and opened a long, bloody gash, the effort of her focus not allowing her body to heal it. She staggered to her feet, shaking her head, and taking stock of the damages. The barrier separating her from the second copy had been blown to bits. Ignoring the searing pain in both her mind and body, the girl picked her way through the rubble and stepped into the chamber opposite. Her twin had been caught off guard as well, and was just beginning to clamber out from beneath a large chunk of wall. Mina’s tapered digits curled around a jagged bit of glass that still clung defiantly to the frame and, with swift yank, she managed to jerk it free. Just as her twin regained her footing, her gaze swiveling up, Mina struck.
With lightning speed, the girl brought the glass to bear like a blade, swinging again and again. Blood stained the floor, spattered the walls, and still she struck. The sound of her own heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the frustrated shrieks of her new enemy. When her rage subsided, the doppelganger slid slowly to the floor. Mina had taken her eyes, most of her face, torn her throat, and even split her from neck to navel. The shard clattered to the cement, bearing two sets of blood-- and still she wasn’t done. For good measure, the original Mina grasped the imposter’s spine through her gaping neck wound. A twist, a tug, and a sickening wrench later, and the beheaded corpse was all that remained.
“Told you so,” she muttered, tossing the head aside. Dark eyes scanned the walls.. and to her delight, found a means of exit. Another sick sound, and she kicked down the offending door, a freshly-harvested jagged bone in her hand as a weapon. Time to go home..
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Mina402763 · Sat Jul 26, 2008 @ 06:38am · 0 Comments |
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The title says it all. I have apparently gotten careless, and therefore have become an easy target. Still, I find it unnerving how close Marcise's playthings got to me this time. Before I knew it, the sickly probe was in my port and shutting me down whilst pumping me full of Mainframe knows what.
Oh yes, a bit of techno humor. Enjoy that.
Anyway, everything is shut down from biological enhancements like speed, strength, agility, healing, heightened senses.. (though these are still above normal human capacity) to the mechanical evolutions my physique has undergone since the forced implantation. The only thing they couldn't take from me was the strange gift of bestowing life upon any technological being I repair. Technomancy, isn't that the word that nerd scientist had used? Could be, who knows. But back to this most unnerving problem.
I no longer function. It makes me sick to say this, but I am as close to human as I have ever been.. and I find that disgusting. I would rather be full metal than human, despite how gruesome my dreams have made that probability.
Mark my words, Marcise will pay.
Mina402763 · Mon Mar 03, 2008 @ 12:06pm · 0 Comments |
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Half asleep with templates and poor skills. Yay, Mina armor. 
Mina402763 · Tue Dec 11, 2007 @ 12:06pm · 0 Comments |
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Night has fallen.
The sound of crickets calling fills the air, creating a melody sharp but sweet. A dog barks in the distance, its hoarse cry warning those who come near of its battle prowess.
Night has fallen.
A waxing moon hangs low in the sky, stars dancing about it like maids in waiting. Not a cloud dares intrude upon their revery, as if to do so is a sin.
Night has fallen.
Rain from hours past reflects the shimmering moonbeams in quivering droplets of white fire. The tall, proud trees seem bedecked in rich jewels that exceed any form of man-measured worth.
Night has fallen.
The dim, orange glow of the streetlamp shines down as a dull spotlight, highlighting the insect play below. Small, shining beetles move about preordained patterns, directed by the soft voice of the near-absent wind.
Night has fallen.
The tip of a lit cigarette sputters as it is forced into an ashtray betwixt the rain-soaked bodies of its fallen brethren, a final, sparking hiss its death-rattle as the fiery life it once held is extinguished. A fast-fading gray cloud of smoke settles down above it, a funeral shroud.
Night has fallen.
Hinges whine in protest as the door opens, my figure slipping behind its mesh and metal armor. The door closes, and I conceal myself from the darkness without, electric glow my shield against the shadows until the warm fingers of dawn force the monster back into hiding.
Night has fallen.
Mina402763 · Sat Jul 28, 2007 @ 08:17am · 0 Comments |
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..so I shall write poetry that remains unnamed!
I once met a man with skin so fair
And hair the color of fire,
Whose eyes were as blue, enthralling, inviting
As an ocean of lust and desire
And whose lips curved like a red serpent
In a smile that pierced like an arrow
A heart that had long lain dormant
From trials leaving it harrowed.
Yet this mattered not to the stranger,
Who simply and kindly took hold of my hand
And whose words flowed as sweet as fine wine,
Speaking of far away lands--
Lands from which he had traveled at last
To find a girl, as he claimed, just like me--
And of course, I believed every word that he spoke
For I was young and terrifically naive.
We were wed soon after, in winter,
He in fine suit, and I a fine gown,
Amidst protests and warnings of loved ones
Whose worry my love could not drown.
Yet I was as firm as a stone,
Their pleas had fallen on deaf ears,
My heart had already decided
With whom I'd spend the rest of my years.
Alas, his love was fickle and fleeting--
Soon one fairer (and richer) he sought for a wife
And thus my body lay bleeding
Opened up by the steel of his knife.
Thus, I now pen this warning on pine
Buried shallow in the hard, frozen earth--
Death comes quickly to those who seek love
Made of pretty words and smiles of no worth.
Mina402763 · Fri Sep 22, 2006 @ 09:46am · 0 Comments |
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