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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
Letter to All S. Mundi Network Users The moment of transition was 7:34 AM today, July 17th, and this one was unique in that nobody saw it coming. Haverforth Diedeli finally stirred awake thirty-four minutes after his alarm clock began to buzz at him, and at the moment his eyes popped open and his brain started to churn out thoughts, he was the main man. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Haverforth was the single pivotal human out of the entire species, and in a span of seconds, we are sure you all noticed.
We would like to apologize for any inconvenience and offer this explanation:
Transitions like this are usually prepared for by S-Mundi network administrators. The Mindshare Protocols most often focus on a single human for a few decades, since they automatically route into the most intelligent human brain hooked into the network, and that doesn't change as often as you’d think. Ninety-five percent of human intelligences fall naturally into the range of below-average through super-geni
End ItYou are here to purge. You enter his mind without asking, of course. And you rifle through his memories. You see through his eyes and start from the beginning.
You are in the first grade, and the bottom of your bare right foot was starting to burn against the hot asphalt. A large boy in the grade above you had taken one of your shoes, and hidden it. You imagined yourself (no not yourself, him) standing over the bully with a baseball bat. Your body smiled.
Now you are six years old, calming down after some sort of angry fight. It smelled of antiseptic and despair. A hospital. That’s right; they wouldn’t let you meet your new sibling. You remember crying into your stuffed lion all the way home. Three days later, your mother, all tired and weak looking, picks you up and lets you look through the glass wall of the incubator. Pink blanket. So it’s a girl then. Her face is different than what you expect. At first, it scares you, but she is too small to hurt you, so i
Conflict Within the Frozen Planet of IceskyThere are planets traveling around most of the stars. Some of them, like our Earth, orbit in that band we call the sweet spot, just close enough and just far enough from their star to grow life. These are the planets that support surface water and baths daily in the warmth of their star. Each may sustain a biosphere that can survive from miles below the surface to miles above, throughout their enriched atmosphere.
Then there are the dark worlds where life is locked beneath miles of frigid surface. One such planet shares a parallel evolution to our own earth. It belong to the group of rouge planets far outside our solar system.
Icesky is in a tight orbit with others around a large gas planet that never ignited, never became a star. Here too is a sweet spot that allows life to evolve. Due to its orbit close to the massive gravitational pull of its host, heat through tidal forces warms Icesky's core yet, its stable elliptical orbit maintains a minimum distance not so close as to tea
Sturm und DrangMax Harper still wasn’t quite comfortable around Sturm and Drang. They seemed harmless enough now, even if they were rather wary of him when he’d first arrived, but they were still raptors. Or rather, they would have been called raptors back home. Here they were called tercels, and they didn’t particularly look like he’d always imagined raptors. He supposed that meant all the scientists were right, because the two animals looked nothing like the scaly, lizard-faced monsters of the movies and instead resembled nothing more than shaggy, long-tailed birds with short, powerful wings. It was those wings, and their feet, that worried him. Both bore large claws, wickedly curved and very sharp-looking.
Drang was reclining a couple feet away on the veranda, but Sturm was out in the yard playing with Maisie. As he watched the tercel chased the girl through the snow before she turned and faced him. She feigned a dash to the right before he squawked and covered the two mete
what the heck is thisInitiating systems check.
Life support; on.
Optic sensors; activated.
Propulsion drive; functional.
Predicted interference; minimal.
Estimated testing conditions; optimal.
Everything seemed to be functioning within normal parameters. Pressing a few final buttons on the dash, the young pilot tightened his grip on the steering handles before speaking. "Ensign Alphonse Prinz-Herschel, reporting for duty!" His voice rang out loud and clear over the comms, followed by his fellow officers reporting in as well. As usual, the captain gave them a briefing over the day's mission, telling them where they'll be meeting and what the daily goal is. Today they would practice manual navigation, relying on their own memory and knowledge to determine their location without being solely dependent on their ship's navigational systems; it would prove invaluable in case of unexpected interference due to multiple possible factors.
The training started off simple enough; deactivating th
The MessengerThe woman came to Gingloa at the head of an army, riding under the banner of House Agares. Though the majority of the army remained outside the city to set up camp, the message was clear: whatever the woman was here for, they would be wise not to deny her. As she rode down the central street accompanied by a retinue of mounted soldiers, the people stopped to watch her pass. Whoever she was, she was very wealthy. She wore a hauberk of steel maille over a knee-length crimson aketon, and over that her armor was thick bronze scales worked in the shape of feathers. Pinned to her shoulders was a cloak of crimson silk. Her pointed helm with its long nasal guard was steel, and at its peak were fastened three red feathers of command. A fringe of steel scales hung from her helm to cover her face and neck, but as she looked across the upturned faces of the townsfolk they could see she had the olive skin and dusky eyes of the Garanic tribes of the central Markheb. Behind her rode her s
Lord Peters, you sir, are well and truly screwedThe scandalous images of Lord Baptiste and his lover would confound and disturb the general public, leading to uproar, something Lord Peters couldn’t help but cackle about as he sat in his office. They had not held the vagabond in very high regard before, but surely after such a scathing article about him and his male bedmate, whatever respect they had for that fool would be gone! He would lose all his suppliers and his company would crumble, leaving room for him to swoop in and buy it on the cheap! Suffice to say this had Lord Peters very pleased. He spent that afternoon grinning ear to ear like a child on Christmas morning, but by nightfall, something did not feel right, and a cold shiver began to crawl down his spine. Dinner was set out, he did not eat, his bed was left made up, he did not sleep, something was bothering him, not guilt or remorse for his actions, but a feeling of dread. As dawn broke the next morning, and the paper was brought to him alongside a cup of his favo
Untitled Sci-Fi Experiment Part 2CHAPTER 5: RAVEN
"You'll have to name it, Raven, " Balthazar Edburg stated with a smile. "Barclay will be teaching you how to ride when it is broken."
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
Balthazar laughed. "You know, I'm not sure. This is a newly discovered species. Sexual dimporphisms haven't been determined. However....ummm....let's see....based on other, similar, species....the coloration and crest size indicate female."
Raven beamed with excitement. "Where did she come from? How was she caught?"
"I wasn't there to see her captured; you'll have to ask your mother about that when she's home next. The note she left with the animal says she was caught on Ra, a desert planet that's just being colonized....by humans anyway. Speaking of deserts, how did your report go? "
"Oh, it was OK. Sudan isn't a very interesting country. Can I pet her?"
"I think Braclay should tame her a bit first."
Raven stomped her foot. "What's the point
The Chronicle of Salem Fay (Installment 1)The Chronicle of Salem Fay.
Prologue: Dates of interest – The Great War
April 18, 2000: An archaeological dig in a once submerged Greek ruin, off the coast of modern day Crete, discovers a large, uniquely well persevered sealed Obsidian jar with gold inlay depicting the sealing of the first non-immortal beings.
May 4, 2000: Inscriptions on the jar show two forces. Existing before the Titans, they came in all shapes and sizes, due to the nature of their creation both races could each to some extent could shape the world around them. On one side the forgotten; a twisted and demonic race that wanted to turn against the gods. And the other side the Arcanum; a pure race that sided with the primordial gods against the forgotten. Between the two Forces the Arcanum were stronger and with the assistance of the gods began to win the war. However it shows that something happened to the forgotten, they became stronger and began to push back. Knowing that they would lose the Arcanum sacrifice
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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