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2024-10-29 19:42:56Cristian still held his phone, but his arms raised chest level with the phone facing down. Sore muscles spasmed from his shoulder down to his elbow, making his hands shake. Everything had stoppered in his body as he realized that now security was guaranteed, bringing fatigue into his body like a vengeance.
“S...Sir. Pri—Primer inside, Jench—ch and Keli are...are still...” He tried talking but stopped only to look behind.
Captain Fairmont patted his shoulder, whispering he did well as he entered the room to observe the scene. Dismissing the Captain, Cristian looked at the massive grave in front of him. He held his camera as he shot the river blood around his comrades that sat in front of him, tending to the two.
He released a breath, a heavy sigh of relief at the death in front of him. He didn’t know that he could feel this kind of relief in seeing death more prominent than in video games or movies.
As Cristian moved awa
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“Then I would like a request that the torso of the dead Primers we have been brought to the warehouse. It’s only part of what I thought it could be, but I want to see for myself if the Primer’s here in C-city has many similarities with those from A-city.” She replied. Any trace of hesitation never showed, only an intent. “Seeing the difference in size and structure for the Primer’s from A-city must mean something. The truth we already know they came from humans cannot erase the horror of their unknown. Their corpses can tell us more than what’s under our eyes.“You may not think me of anything after barely stressing myself unconscious, but I don’t condone criticizing someone just because they diminish themselves when they break down. But, I’ve given my time and thought into the Good Will. If you think I’m going to be a burden, you might as well get yourselves a new person to handle greater fascination for a cor
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Small-stature wobbled from their place in shock and confusion. They could hear voices, words they thought would not be possible to understand even if they have a sprinkle of memories of being able to say such things, such words. Vocabulary had almost slipped their still able memory of what they seem to perceive as their selves before this blind-like body.Their comrade underlings did not comprehend the creature in front of Small-stature, making them react in a scared way, almost darting to scurry in escape. Managing to hail them back into the premise of Small-stature’s vicinity was easy, what with One-arm herding them back to where they are.“My, forgive me. It seems like you are a newborn to this body.” Soft-spoken, as Small-stature calls them, listened to them say. “Let me soothe your worries, we are not here to relish harm upon our fellow. Rather, guide them.”Hearing and understanding what Soft-spoken said took about a few seconds of Small-stature’s comprehension, but their underl
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Chapter 36 (part 7)
“Stand… down,” Akyl said slowly to the escorts. Her eyes watched the one arm that clung to the tail.She could tell that the tail, or the identity that controlled it, is strong today. There must be a correlation between their method of physical examination and their tail’s response to their body. Rather, she could sense that Horaz is just realizing that there was more to the process happening in his Primer body and just noticing it now.The other escorts, with guns that bore metal ammunition, followed through but the tranquilizer bearer did not ease his aim. The escort shook his head in rejection of her request and Akyl had to acknowledge this.Purce stood still, feeling her tension, more from fear, stiffen her body. The only part that could move was her eyes and she watched in anticipation if the doctor would do something first, or the Primer’s tail.Because, by now, she could see that the Primer is not just fighting the tail but struggling to keep its hold. The twitching stopped for
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Chapter 36 (part 6)
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Chapter 36 (part 5)
Purce had to double take, knowing that the answer used, one thump of any body part meant “no.” Hastily, she signaled to Elbi that Horaz – the human consciousness, did not agree to the next procedure.Because of this, Moss suddenly wondered why the electrical current request they were aiming to control, and monitor stopped. She saw from her peripheral that Dr. Akyl left her post, the other touchscreen panel, and approached Elbi and Purce.Elbi was adjusting the program, already on its way to booting up enough electrical charges in the ideal percent, but an abrupt stop in this charging requires a reset for the application and machine. Because if it did not stop and proceed to use for its intended purpose, it would go haywire or overflow.The very machine of the gurney can only hold enough electrical charge, the extra energy that flows through the needles are nodes that cannot let one charge in it stay still. It must go through and ride the sails and winds or else it will burn. This is n
