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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
The MessageBefore the escape
In preparation for that night’s activities, Mike locked himself in his lab and sat down at his desk. He adjusted the collar of his lab coat and surreptitiously triggered the remote he’d sewn into the collar. It sent out a burst signal that activated devices attached to the cameras in the lab. Anybody watching the cameras would see him at his bench, working on MIMIC.
Mike rubbed his eyes a few times and then ran his hands down his face to scratch his beard. He’d been planning this for much longer than he’d told Julius because he knew Julius would not be able to keep the plan secret for more than a day or two. So he’d had time to come to grips with the fact that he’d most likely be dead before the day was through. But, he consoled himself with the fact that his contributions to the world would live on in MIMIC.
He turned on the camera that sat next to his computer, straightened his hair, and then hit Record.
A Sympathetic Harmony"Let go of her!" a voice demanded, and the girl, pinned against the wall by a burly, stupid looking man, spit blood on to the tunnel floor.
"Ah was just gettin' started," the stupid man said. She smiled at him through bloody teeth.
"Put her down, oaf," the other man demanded. "Anses will kill you if she can't play."
"He'd do more than that," the girl said. "He'd flay your skin one strip at a time and piss on the pulp, lie he did to the Ghost Regent Reksos."
The oaf grunted and let her go. She stumbled forward and caught herself on the opposite wall. She licked blood off her teeth, and she started singing.
"Can't help him now, can't save his face, can only breathe in for one more taste." The oaf stared at her intensely. "Can't help him now, no, he's a little too late, kept up the facade, but this was fucking fate." The oaf was frozen when she stopped. She lifted her arms and he mimicked her stiffly. "Can't help him now," she muttered, and twisted her hands. The oaf fell to the ground.
Into the End So, this was what a straitjacket felt like. It’d been something he’d thought about once in a while; simple curiosity after seeing it in a movie or reading about it in a book. Not too comfortable. What’d he done to deserve this? His mind erased itself each time he tried too hard to remember. Surely it was something huge; Evan didn’t even know they used those anymore.
Two pairs of hands, both stronger than his will to flee, forced him down a dim white corridor. “Everything’s going to be okay, buddy,” he heard a man’s voice behind him. “You’re gonna’ be just fine.”
Idiotic banter. What the hell did he know about Evan? Nothing. Nobody understood his plight and the struggles he suffered through. No one ever noticed the bruises, the burns or the cuts. Misguided. Views of people who didn’t care enough to look deeper. Maybe he should so
What if: the unicorn was real?What if the unicorn was real?
Let us first figure out which unicorn we are talking about. There is the Kirin (or the Quilin) from the Far East – a strange creature, looking like a dragon or a chimera than a unicorn. There are the karkadann, the al-miraj, the shadhavar, even the sirrush of Middle East – all dangerous, unpredictable creatures, all armed with a single horn. There was the sea unicorn (also called the campuchurch). And then there is the unicorn of Europe – the white horse-like creature with a single horn, a beard, cloven hooves, and a gentle (at least towards virgins) disposition, a wondrous yet imaginary creature.
The unicorn was a mythical beast that could be found only in the realm of imagination... and it had dwelled there since the antique times, as it was the ancient Greeks, who introduced the unicorn to the West in their natural history works. Fair enough. But if the unicorn was real, what it would be like?
The European unicorn lived in the forests
The ThreeThe Third let out a sad sigh as she stared down at the vast expanse that was their project, her ethereal figure slouching in a manner unfitting for such an elegant being. It had hurt every time she had to watch an aeon of evolution destroyed, but this time it was different; this was by far her favourite aeon.
She found the humans fascinating, the intelligence they showed right from the early Neanderthal era was intriguing. They had an uncanny ability to adapt to their ever changing surroundings, no matter how harsh, which she accounted to their fierce survival instincts; even to a superior being such as herself, it was inspiring.
This made knowing the human race's end was almost upon them all the harder to swallow. She had been sure that this woman had been the one, the one that could turn the tide and put an end to his relentless pursuit of revenge.
Even without knowing what she was fighting, she came so close to achieving the impossible. If only she’d had the support, th
FFM 29: The Beginning of the End< 07-08-3108 0800:00PST // Executing Scheduled Archive Process… >
< 07-08-3108 0800:00PST // Recovering Video Logs… >
< 07-08-3108 0800:00PST // Data Loss Detected… Reviewing Saved Data… >
< 05-21-3108 0614:27PST >
Ahem. Herbert Marshall, ID number 107a, logging on. Personal log entry one. Day one of the Cauffield Experiment, sixty days remaining until I get to see sunlight again. It’s for the best, of course: if the Virus were to reach the surface… well, I don--it can’t.
< Data Loss >
--brought Nanashi with me, though. I set up her litter box in the bathroom of my quarters, and brought lots of treats. I think she’ll adjust fine--
< Data Loss >
< 05-27-3108 0601:12PST >
Day seven of the Cauffield Experiment, and already great progress. First few days were rough, but the old boys club is starting to recognize that I’m not “just a jack-ass out of college.” The o
Too Tired to Care In the hall, things lost their ominous aura, whether from the light in the living room or the realization that she’d totally gotten off the hook—something which rarely occurred. Sindri sauntered into the living room to see a limp body collapsed against the dining table, its back and chest methodically rising and falling.
“Geez,” she mumbled. “How the hell can you fall asleep through all that?” Her finger stabbed into the flesh of his back. He didn’t budge. She swept past Evan’s makeshift bed to the actual mattress. She buried her fingers in the soft fabrics of the outer blanket and drew it down. “What do you think I am?” she said, not truly concerned if he heard her. “Your personal pack mule?”
Sindri moved back to him and carefully pulled his head off of the table. When he refused to respond, she sighed, scooped her hands under his armpits and began to drag. The furniture g
The Hunt: Bad Day!Phoenix team is inside a dropship flying high. All members look so exhausted after non-resting days of missions, they're all sleeping or half-sleeping. Trying to open the eyes, Thirteen takes out a tablet and checks missions list, it's longer than a history book at school.
Capture Sinister Six - Done
Protect US President - Done
Find Adolf Hitler and kill him again - Done
Find Voldemort's nose - Done
Convince Darth Vader that cookies are good. If impossible, kill him - Done, successfully convinced
Rescue Power Rangers - Done
Save the world - Done
Return to base - Not done yet"
His eyes keep staring on those words, "Return to base - Not done yet"
"Return to base"
" - Not done yet"
Looking out side, he can see his base from far away, only a more few minutes...
- ALERT! ALERT!
Everyone wakes up in shock, the command's face appears on tablet screen: "EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY!!! HARRY OSBORN, AKA GREEN GOBLIN HAS ESCAPED FROM PRISON AND H
In Miniature Doctor Romsky leaned down to peer into the glass case his colleague had presented to him. Inside was a tiny savannah, lovingly crafted to look just like the real thing. Even native African trees had been cultivated in miniature. That alone would have taken years. But what was roaming around inside the case destroyed his objectivity.
“An elephant, yes. At one tenth scale compared to an average African elephant.”
He glanced up at Doctor Grant, who wore a smug grin as he watched the tiny elephant emit a high-pitched trumpet to call the others of its herd. More tiny elephants tromped over and joined the first at a miniature watering hole. Doctor Romsky found himself scanning the water for tiny crocodiles or hippos.
“It took generations of selective breeding, but it was worth it.”
“To what end?”
Now Grant’s smile faltered. He p
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
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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