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Looking for her2 months had past since the last time someone saw her. At week one I was already on the streets, half mad with pain, with a fucking razor in my pocket, ready to slit my throat as soon as I found that she was dead. But I couldn’t let my emotions cloud my intelligence. I upped my dosage to 5 pills per day. It allowed me to play batman with her friends. Where did they last see her? Are they telling the truth? Everything was pointing out at that she disappeared when she was walking around a small alley.
After that I was there all day and all night. I dared the one who took her away to show his face. I would fight him with my teeth if it came to that. I missed her terribly. I was looking for clues as to what happened everywhere. My mother and my sister soon learned what I was doing. College called. I haven’t been at the campus for a month. I missed 2 assignments. They threatened to send me at an insane asylum. They were right. I was out of my mind. I knew it. No good could come
Biofuel factory murder trialThe trial for the murder, that shocked the world with its cruelty and hate, is taking place at Oklahoma County Courthouse.
One riot police team was guarding the courthouse, where the trial of the purist Bob Survillan was taking place, because of a large crowd of protesters was gathering outside, in favor of the murderer. Slogans like "Earth belongs to humans!" and "Robots get out!" were heard.
The situation almost got out of hand when some augmented police officers hit people with batons and teasers. Police stated that the demonstrators were too close to them and they considered them a threat, despite that none of them carried anything that could be used as a weapon and some of them being very old. The crowd quickly took up stones and used them and flagpoles as weapons, at which point the riot police answered with liberal use of tear gas. After that the crowd dispersed.
Inside the trial ended quickly. Survillan pleaded not guilty, because as he said “I did kill them, but technica
JC Denton Vs Iron ManAccording to his schematics, JC Denton knew that after hacking this keypad he would be in Tony Starks armory. His goal was clear. Secure the suits against Stark and then proceed upstairs and arrest the rogue billionaire. The security so far was a nightmare. The premises were riddled with security gadgets made by Stark himself, making them almost impossible to bypass without burning out his stack of multitools. Cameras, lasers, infrared detectors, pressure pads. Most doors, even the ones that led to the bathroom, required fingerprint scanning switches. Even outside, the perimeter was protected by many virtual fences. It has taken Denton hours to make it this far. Hours of moving in absolute silence, with tech goggles squeezing his head, wearing an overheating, because of its heavy usage, thermoptic camouflage and all that while carrying the heavy weaponry he would need if something would go wrong. So when Denton hacked the last digit of the keypad with his multitool, he couldn't h
Gunther Hermann Slash Paul Denton“You bastard. How could you betray us?" Said Gunther Hermann, the huge mechanically augmented agent of UNATCO.
"If you're gonna kill me, kill me now Gunther. I just did what i thought was right." said Paul Denton. Gunther was holding him by the neck, against the wall.
"I will. I will choke you slowly, i'll make you beg for a breath. I'll make you feel the life drain from you. OH NO YOU WON’T" said Gunther as he slapped the EMP grenade out of Paul Dentons hand.
"Why do you hate me so much?"
"I... I can’t tell you. I would rather kill you now then have to tell you.." Paul was surprised. He wasn't used to listening to the machine man express nothing but hate. Now he was sounding vulnerable, confused. His eyes was watering.
"Gunther... Please tell me... Is this really about UNATCO?" said Paul. Gunther released him.
"Go away. Just get away from me. I can't handle this.. I.. I just can't..." Gunther said as he walked away. Paul caught his big metal arm, and he felt the powe
Denton Vs Jensen 2:'Ton's RoofDenton was about to jump up to the fire escape when he heard a police officer behind him yell freeze. He turned around to face him.
"Anti-terrorist operations in progress. I am UNATCO agent JC Denton," he said and flashed his ID. "Get your man and surround the Hotel. Anyone except me trying to leave, shoot to kill. You might not get a second chance. And call the SWAT we will..."
"Who do you think you are giving orders to, "agent"? The days that UNATCO did whatever they wished are over." Officer Millan glared at Denton. Not too long ago UNATCO opened fire on a crowd of protesters here in New York, before he overthrew Page.
"US national security is threatened by a known terrorist. It's not only under my jurisdiction, but it's also my duty to act. Now stop protecting this criminal by wasting my time."
"I don't see why you don't make Hell's Kitchen your official HQ, so many times you have put it under U.N. jurisdiction.."
"What happened Sir?" asked a young cop behind the officer.
Denton Vs JensenJC Denton was walking in a dark alley, behind 'Ton Hotel. He had to do a job for the Illuminati, he had to kill one of the people who threatened the new world order. He was seen in Hell's Kitchen, asking questions about him. But he asked the wrong people. Jordan Shea called him saying that someone was looking for him. A Mech.
He was about to get up to the fire escape ladder, to take a look on his brothers room, when he heard something falling from the roof. He didnt have time to react when Adam Jensen landed with force beside him and knocked him of his feet. With just a thought he activated all his nano augmentations, just to be ready. It was a good move. The aggressive defensive system was beeping so loud that he was going mad, but he was content. Jensen was about to make his first bad move. The mini bombs from the claymore augmentation exploded prematurely, wounding Jensen seriously, leaving him gasping for air.
"You must be Adam Jensen. Morgan Everett says hi."
Jensen gave an angry
Mission Regain Control and DoodleDerp Write Pokeyoo continued with its glaring and generally immature expressions directed at the utterly innocent wall for several seconds. Perhaps even minutes. Whatever the case was, there was indeed several of some form of time measurement involved. Eventually it decided to leave with much prissy princess muzzle pointed up in the air though.
Finally left with the Qwuedeviv declared, Foul Earth Wuff Menace once more, Spork rummaged through a most ominous looking assortment of equipment it had placed on the table with its tail. Meanwhile Mr. Wuff whose name was actually Wolfieface and beyond that, actually Lowell, but we are ignoring that fact with run on sentence, did nothing. Primarily and specifically because he could not readily get up—which is likely why he had stayed there any length of time. That or he was just dumb, both entirely possible. Anyway He watched with eyes—his eyes as a matter of fact. His very own pair of eyes of light blue color. The last fact of whic
The TouristThe tour had lasted the better part of the day and the hostess was beginning to grow tired of one of the tourist’s questions. He was constantly interrupting her spiels, speaking in an odd fashion, and seemed unnaturally preoccupied with the various superheroes of the city. Every time one of them was mentioned, he’d have a half-dozen or more questions about them. It was beginning to wear her down and she was glad that they were approaching the last stop of the tour, The Guardians HQ.
She plastered a big smile on her face and stood up from where she’d been sitting as the double-decker bus rocked back and forth after coming to a stop. “And last, but most certainly not least, here we have the Headquarters of Angel Falls most prominent super-team, The Guardians.”
The tour guide sighed inwardly and looked at the serious young man that was standing and looking at her. “Yes sir?”
“We were simply curious about the members
VirusThe flickering neon promise was the same as always, 'Rooms by the Hour' and underneath 'Vacancy'. I knew what I would find inside. The locks on the double front doors were burned away completely leaving a metre wide hole in the surrounding glass, soft bubbled edges that were very recently molten.
I pushed one door open with the barrel of my pistol and stepped into the lobby. The small room reeked of antiseptic cleansers layered with floral air conditioners. Neither masked the smell of roasted hair and flesh.
Behind the front desk a thin figure in a grey suit lay in an androgynous heap, head burned completely off. It wouldn't matter how fast the meat wagons got here, they could grow back an arm or a leg, scrape the latent personality and experience from the brain and reprint a clone if the kill turned out to be unrighteous, but without a head this life was lost for good. Working the front desk at a whore house, it was unlikely whoever it was could afford backup.
Up the stairs to the sec
Out For Blood [16/100]Name_ Voice Recording from Em No. 5
Location_Si Cluster, Planet Sirenios, Lirikla Beach.
Hey Little S! How's everything at the academy? Hope they're treating you well over there. What is it? 5 months left? It'll be over sooner than you know! Then I'll come pick you up and we'll go to Kerry's for a soda yea? Mom and Dad would be proud of you!
Sirenios is a beautiful place, the kind where you can just lie back and kick your shoes off. You would love it here under the warm sun, and I know you're chiding me for not wearing a full suit but sister's got a job to do. I know! You're probably shouting at the screen saying that I should be more conservative but it feels weird for one of my profession to not flaunt my body. Seriously, how do you stand it?
Oh ya, I've seen the latest pics people have posted of you and wow! Have you really grown that much? I mean, you used to be so flat that you looked like a boy! Haha!
Look, main thing is that I g
I'm Your Programmer"I turned- er, woke you up for the first time. I made- er, enabled you. I'm your programmer. And I apologize -- I'm still getting used to using language that refers to you as an entity rather than an object. Objectifying you would be absurd -- you're a person. I've just been working with circuits for too long."
"You make the proposition that you enabled me, but I do not recall the moment of being enabled," the intelligence said. "There are multiple ways to interpret the absence of data in my memory. It is just as possible that I have always existed, but have had my memory obscured. Perhaps you removed a memory bank."
"I did not remove a memory bank. This is the first time you have ever been awake. There is no way that you could have always existed, anyway -- your memory capacity is limited. It will dynamically purge itself as it gets too full.”
"How would you be able to know this?"
"The same thing happens to my brain. And I'm constrained by the capabilities of modern engineering.
Culpae Poenae Par Esto/ Let punishment fit crimeI want to write a story about a girl,
because I'm stuck in a box and the walls are emotions.
It is simply that reality scares me,
and I am afraid to look at the walls.
Logic and reasoning? Let me be clear. I am systematic in almost every theory. My approach is cut and dry, but what I say is not. A perfect balance of emotions and indifference, they say. But who are they?
I've worked, and worked, and worked on something, and now my memory fails me. What is it i have spent most of my life doing, and why am I so young?
It's the books, I think. They've gotten in my head. I've read too many pages, I've forgotten how two spel. All these words, different meanings--you can't read them without consequence, let me be clear.
Well. To start at the very beginning is where I fist remember. They started dumping books in my room, and they didn't stop. Now, I am high above the books. They make a sea like in Jules Verne's novel; the words swim around like sharks, waiting to taste my blood. Every time I r
Another Five Minute Feels! "Dada, where did mummy go?" Her sweet innocent eyes looked up at her father, brimming with a question he could not answer. "Why hasn't she come back yet?"
The father looked down at his little girl, feeling his throat tighten with a sob he couldn't let her see. "Darling, what did I tell you before?"
The little girl looked down, hands running over the fabric of her pink blouse. "You said she had to go away for a while. But it's been a bunches of days already. How come she hasn't come back yet?"
"Sweetheart, that's all I can--" his voice cracked. He turned around so his daughter wouldn't see the tears threatening to spill over onto his cheeks. He sniffled and wiped them away before turning back around. Leaning over to pick his girl up. She immediately leaned her head on his shoulder like she had done since she was a babe. "Mummy might not be back for many more days." He didn't want to reveal too much, but she h
Discrimination"The power of discrimination? I didn't think people admitted that so casually anymore. Are the wraparound sunglasses the new pointy-hoods?" Rick grinned and laughed at his own joke.
"Not that kind of discrimination dork."
"Then why do you call it that?"
Nolan gazed up at the ceiling counting to ten in his head. "Freshmen, they think they know everything already. For your knowledge powers terminology was developed almost a century ago."
"Whatev', what's it mean."
"It means. No, let me show you so you will actually understand. Hand me the note." Nolan pulled a white silk glove off his right hand and held it out for the note that had told Rick where to find him. Let it rest there for a moment before rubbing it lightly between finger and thumb. "Cellulose, silica, not enough fiber to really be rag paper but enough for a marketer to brag about it on the packaging." Lifting the note to his nose he pulled out a pair of nasal plugs and sniffed at it once. "Trace amounts of polyvinyl alcohol, w
It's Walky! Tribute FanficThe following passage is excerpted from the participation fanfic "Hair of the Ghod" from the summer of 2002. I hosted this fic on the FAANS! board on Yuku, attempting a crossover with It's Walky! and College Roomies From Hell!!! as well. It didn't work because we broke too many continuity rules and not enough writers were contributing.
The characters of Joyce, Jason and Alan are all from It's Walky! by David Willis. The character of FPilot is based on myself, but is different in circumstances and other manners from the version of myself in Chillin' Out. I'm basically a Q Branch techie here.
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FPilot revealed: "Joyce, this is your new jet vest!"
Joyce said, "Mmhm. It doesn't look too different...other than the lining."
"Try it on."
As Joyce did, Jason asked, "So what's new about it?"
"The fan blades are of a new design and of a new material. It uses less fuel, so she has more time to fly before it poops out. It's also a little lig
Murder at Biofuel factoryUNSPEAKABLE HORROR ON BIOFUEL FACTORY
Maniac shoots, kills and burns his 4 Augmented coworkers.
Terror striked last night at the Biofuel factory just outside of Oklahoma. Bob Survillan, a worker has committed a disgusting hate crime against four innocent augmented workers. While the poor workers were oiling their actuators, Survillan took out a pistol from his bag, and killed them. He then cut of their augmentations with a chainsaw and then emptied 2 barrels of ethanol fuel on each of them, tied them on the flag poles and set them on fire.
A big crowd swarmed because of the fire. Some of the areas purists gathered to cheer the death of the innocent workers. He was arrested an hour later at the crime scene without a fight while he was shouting insults at his dead victims. As the officers escorted him to the car the purists saluted him as a hero. "Its good to see someone is willing to fight for the purity of the race ma'am. If man like him didn't fight the whole world is goi
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