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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
ParallelIt's 2014 and you've spent the better part of the last four years dealing with a diagnosis of Dissociative Identity Disorder. Your head is more full of noise than ever, and your skin still feels like it's the wrong size far too often, but life is slowly starting to improve as recovery begins to take shape within you.
You are touching the mirror, nose to the glass and examining your face in minute detail when it happens. The floor shudders beneath you, your forehead hits the reflective material and a crack forms. Something in you likens the crack in the mirror to the crack of your fractured personalities, and then there is nothing.
The silence wakes you, and you take stock. All your limbs are there, and except for a bump on your head, you seem unharmed. Whole. The word seems to want to connect to something, but you're still a little muzzy. Pieces of the puzzle gradually come back to you - the mirror, the ground shaking beneath your feet. The mirror.
You try to see how the glass fare
Zeltepha Abscalon (FFM Day 19)On an undiscovered planet in the Zeltepha Abscalon universe, Tristen traipses and stumbles across abandoned and depleted automatons, searching for her next charge. The bleeping of her battery pack is second nature; she tunes it out. Space breathes, a soundless, discordant churning. In the five years since she's been trapped here, it's weighed on her. She walks with slouched shoulders.
Stooping down, she rifles through a pile of rusting bodies and broken antennae. She hasn't seen a working machine in a week. The last one she found remote-detonated when it saw her coming. Her eyes are halfway closed when it happens: a flash of pink, a shuffle of movement that scatters the pile.
A baby automaton--the first she's ever seen--shoots from beneath a corroded hunk of head and floats, mere inches, in front of her. Tristen grins, a wolfish flash of her teeth. Finally.
The automaton--male, she deduces from the pink eyes and s
SW: Losing it AllAira-ty moved through the creek bed with the rest of her team, her eyes scanning the thick jungle foliage around them as she sloshed through the ankle deep water.
“I wish Sayael would hurry up.” she grumbled.
Silas chuckled inside his helmet. “Don't worry, he isn't going to let us down. Hasn't yet.”
Aira-ty nodded and looked over her shoulder at Via as she brought up the rear. She was the closest to Aira-ty's age but even though she was only two years Aira-ty's senior she often seemed much older when they were working, her usually cheerful demeanor turning dark and dangerous. Looking forwards to where Garron, Iyras and Eisha formed the vanguard of their formation, Aira-ty found herself wishing she had her own set of armor. She was the only member of the group not to have her own set of beskar'gam and that fact bothered her immensely. Silas had promised that after this job was over they'd find a smith and get her a set finally. She couldn't wait, it had been almo
Alienating Earth FFM19NASA is practically shitting itself right now.
After years of trying to communicate with the rest of the universe, we have finally made contact. We have tried crop circles, burning canals, time capsules, Doritos ads blasted into space for eight hours straight, golden records, nudes, and even telepathy. None of them worked, but the aliens came when they were good and ready.
They overrode all of the screens on Earth, easily hacking into our systems. Every TV, tablet, iPad, and computer in the world turned on to a black and white, fuzzy screen, most likely because our technology was not as advanced as theirs. The entire world sat huddled around these screens, watching in awe of the first alien-human interaction.
An alien spoke, his voice being translated into a young, British man’s voice so we could understand. “Can you please stop trying to communicate with us? We are very busy right now. The intergalactic bus station blew to pieces and it was because of your golden discs hur
FFM19: Where No Sock Has Gone BeforeHis socks blinked at him. Jim hunched his shoulders. The socks tried to mimic the motion but since they had no shoulders they just kind of bunched up a little. Captain Bob, as usual, was not impressed.
“It's life, Jim, but not life as we know it.”
“Shut up, Bob, this is serious.”
Captain Bob gave him a look that made him immediately regret his outburst. It was the “I'm your superior officer and I have the airlock codes, so no one will think twice if they see your body suddenly floating in space “ look.
“So am I,” Captain Bob said, “Stop leaving your dirty uniforms next to the radiation shields. It's an old ship, there's bound to be some spill off.”
The socks agreed.
But it wasn't until his uniform pants tried to bite him that Jim truly learned his lesson. He spent the rest of the voyage in the laundry room, learning how to operate the machines. Captain Bob was still not impressed.
Codename: FirestarterVerona bent over the computer and tried to see what her friend was looking at. "Is that a lock, E?" she asked.
Eric looked up from the screen. "What? Yes, that's what I was trying to tell you. Someone was in the system. I think it's just a joke, but I can't get past it to look at the code."
"What's it in?" Verona returned to her own computer. The room she shared with the other tech was small and quiet, and the glass door was shut. No sounds got in, and no sounds got out. Ostensibly that was to make sure that there was no chance for copyrighted code to get out of the lab. What it really meant at this stage of development was that Verona and Eric had to spend almost every waking moment with each other, insulated from the outside world.
Verona and Eric were working on a newer, better version of the company's breakthrough program JIM - officially a 'Johnson Integrated Machine'. JIM 2.0, Codename 'Firestarter', was being kept completely under wraps.
"I think it's the door command con
A Black Market "Don't do it... Please, we can make it on our own we don't need this. Please Syd, I can sell my mother's ring I can thin out the soup, not this," Eve was pleading her husband, tears beginning trickle down her cheeks.
He glared her in the eyes with an iron look. "I need to do this. The little one shouldn't come into this world starving." He put his hand on her full belly. "You're eight months in, Eve." There was no changing his mind. He turned around and began walking away.
"You don't even remember our first date anymore," Eve whispered as Syd left, slamming the door after him.
It was true. No matter how hard Syd tried, he could not remember his first date with Eve. Nor their first kiss. The thoughts ran chills along his spine.
The black market was crowded to the point where you had to push your way through the streams of people shouting and exchanging money and goods over each other's heads. Syd saw peopl
The Edge of MarsI stand on the edge of the cliff on Mars. The dark red spiked rocks at the bottom stare right back up at me as they peak through the swirling red dust that prevent me from seeing the bottom.
I traveled this far, the first human being to go to Mars, only to have my ship freaking crash. I have no way back home. I’m stuck out here with my oxygen quickly depleting. Soon I’ll be left with nothing.
I stare into the sky and pick out a star in the ever abundant sky. Once I take my picking, I name it. “Jim.” I whisper, thinking of my husband. He must be at work right now. He watched my rocket blast off, but then he went straight back to work. He probably has no idea that I’m stuck here right now while the other two members that were on the rocket were crushed from the impact of the crash.
I walk closer towards the edge so my toes are hanging off the side. I stare back up at my star. I hear the slight fizzle from the leaking oxygen; it echoes in my ears. “Jim,
FFM 19: The Oracle BoxThe hotel room was too quiet, and Jamal’s feet itched to set upon the road again. California was so close that he could almost feel it calling to him, but the journey had taken its toll, and he needed to stay sharp now that he was travelling alone again. The Circus of the Endless Spiral had provided remarkable protection from the hitmen and maniacs on his tail, but they were headed up towards Oregon and then on to Canada.
Crawling onto the dusty old mattress with his clothes still on, he turned on the TV to fill the silence. It’d been a long time since he’d watched television, but it seemed like the same old nonsense as he flipped through the channels. Reruns, reality shows, political scandals. Bullshit piled on bullshit.
“Jamal!” A middle-aged father barked as he passed over a sitcom on channel 4. His thumb hovered over the arrow button on the remote. “You’d better take care of your business, or
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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