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2024-10-29 19:42:56Crumbling roofs were all anyone would see if they stayed in the ruined residential area of F-city. A year has passed since Mirror and Imago lived together in their roofless two-floor home. They are the life of the party, at least for most of their robot community. Mirror is an exceptionally versatile program enhancer, both in readjusting programs to reroute them and make their flow smoother or new ones such as inputting emotional responses.
Life was satisfying to the machines left to die by humans years ago. That doesn’t mean there are things the humans left that retained or the organically comprehensive androids are curious enough to research about them. It includes tradition left unexplained and culture once nurtured but replaced by modern innovations. Thus as anyone would, none would miss something forgotten or be never there in the first place.
That is why recorded history in F-city is valued and, at the same time, tampered with extensively. Neither androids
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Chapter 14Crunch. Crunch sounds the munching. Slopping dark red blood spray across the night sky into the pavement, making pollock spots onto blank dirty grey canvases. Gross sounds of moans overpowered the groans of pain. Though dark the night is, every sound and the possible makeshift light source becomes eerier and livid with the ethereal sound of pain born from pleasure.Many across the city are deep in either sexual incite or validating dominance and hierarchy through extreme exploits of brutality. Undulating physical activities were not lacking the night of the second incident. Citizens showing symptoms of high fever grew until no one could confirm if they were sick or delusional enough to sink into a coma.Outside of their marginal expectation, based on the first unrecorded A-city “Dimension Pocket” incident, this second incident and its intended area of effect measured to the border of the city. Proven only throug
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“Is the tonic we made gone? That fast?” Said Akyl, raising her head. Speedy enough to make her feel dizzy.“Yes, and no, he needs a different medication. Shivers have now turned to seizures, but only to select parts of his body.”Looking at Dr. Munar, Akyls brows quirked, then frowned. “Eye movement?”“Steady. Not even normal to have it steady and clouded.” He then whispered. “This is beyond my pay grade, mental and emotional.”Standing to look at the items from front to the counter, “all of the items are cosmetic by nature. Wrinkle removers? Sleep inducer? Potency...what?” Akyl turned her head. “The next best we can do is open the boxes in the storage and see if any of the items there could help with Beers.”Attempting to estimate the likeliness of anything beyond impractical organic substances proved lengthy. It was better to assume that there’s a chance of
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How can they not focus on human life survival more than the equipment? They have time in the future if they’ve settled their chances of survival because right now is nothing more than a challenge to be won.“Captain! Primer disengaged. We managed to kill some, but there were escapees. The chances they come back is likely, sir.” Said one of the four outside. His orange-tipped hair peeked under the helmet he wore.“Good job, Tark.” Captain Fairmont then looked at the medics with the two infected. “Libi, Pyko. How are the infected?”Libi, a stocky female merc, was gagging one soldier while Pyko, a lean medic, checked the one she successfully tied down.Pyko looked up. His brows sweat-laden. “Still no signs of recovering. Keli has calmed down, and Libi is still busy with Jench. Out med-shots won’t last for three more hours, sir.”“Libi, get that ass moving.” Captain doubled onto Li
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“Copy. Our team will go ahead to second.” Captain replied and continued to inform them of other necessary plan markers.Since they had twenty minutes, part of the radio-in is an update from Abin. Something to occupy their time of preparation on their side and a short break for Cristian’s.As opposed to the plan Cristian thought, the team intended for their group to split. Having their location near but distanced enough to act as a decoy.According to Abin, they are in a place suitably without danger after passing through one area where the Primers were hounding a different group of humans. They witnessed it the same way Cristian’s party did, but they could not stay to help. The same as them, they had prioritized themselves.Their moment of rest brought Cristian a pain to focus, more specifically to maintain their two patients in sedation. Slowly they showed signs moving around their tight bind.“Pyko, are there any sed
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Cristian 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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Hi, there Nate here :) I've enjoyed writing this story so far, but things have been complicated and I won't be able to write it anymore. There are some moments that I wish I could have fixed in the long run but it's gotten too much to hold in just one hand. After this chapter will be a short Epilog for a short mention of each relevant characters final activities before the future becomest truly a mystery. This story ran its course, pretty long if you ask me, and the development of some characters are slow but steady. There will be a new title coming after this for the coming month, it's tentative title is "Ocular to the Dying Sun." A saga of the Prime Magician and the realm of Slitark according to before their brightest star continues to deteriorate. Have fun reading, please do leave comments~
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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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“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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The confines of Horaz’s room remained cold with the sprinkle of “nature’s touch,” meaning the occasional soil and other debris that could serve as “entertainment options.” Noticing the Primer consciousness be a creature of boredom was one the laboratory did not expect, and so did Horaz.Discovering this was not hard to conclude when the Primer tends to play and hunt the staff and escort that enters its domain whenever they feed or try to clean his “room.” At most, if they didn’t leave any kind of living creature to distract the Primer during its stay in the laboratory, the likeliness of it trying to destroy their place seemed likelier.Reina remembered the kind of creature the first Primer was, despite staying for only a few days in their presence. This alpha Primer did things in calculated actions as if, the creature itself wanted things to go their way so it could pretend to give them what they want.She concluded this according to how the staff then felt its actions were much devis
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