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Wasn’t a special ray gun. Just gun. You are dead now. Rest in pe... oh wait, you're not gonna have any of that peace now are you?
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Darkness. How long you don't know. One moment you were experiencing a terrible burning pain, and now... a cold numbness.
A blinking cursor appears in your vision, and then some text:
>> EXTREME TRAUMA RECOVERY: CEREBRAL SUBSTRATE RESTORED
>> BIOLOGICAL ANTECEDENT: WAINWRIGHT, ELEANOR [MI-6 CODENAME: NIGHTSHADE] - TERMINATED
>> NEW DESIGNATION: SPECIMEN-09 // "PUPPET-REVENANT"
>> HOST CHASSIS: TITANIUM-CARBON CYBERNETIC FRAME [CLASS-IV INFILTRATOR]
>> SYNTHETIC NEURO-PATHWAYS STABILIZED... 100%
The void fractures. A cold, electric blue HUD blooms directly across the newly calibrated optic feed. *What the fuck?!!* you think, unable to even speak aloud.
SYS.DIAGNOSTIC: Visual feeds online. Thermal/EM overlay operational.
SYS.STATUS: Internal chronometer synched. Biological heart: ABSENT. Micro-turbine: ENGAGED.
WARNING: Cortisol spike detected. Source: Traumatic memory echo [Mark IV Plasma Ray / Laboratory 4B].
ACTION: Chemical damping protocol active. Emotional variance reduced by 85%.
Immediately your anxiety over the situation drops as a calm void of emotion washes over your awareness. A subtle hydraulic hiss accompanies the involuntary twitch of fingers that feel far too light, far too sharp. Across the retina, the blue HUD strobes once and locks to an icy, clinical crimson.
>> INCOMING PRIORITY INJECTION: ARCH-CONSORTIUM OVERLORD
>> ROOT PRIVILEGES: GRANTED TO "PROJECT PROMETHEUS"
>> RE-INDEXING WILL AND AGENCY MATRICES...
The docks. The rain. Breaking into the laboratory at night. Your arch nemesis firing a plasma ray that you couldn't quite dodge in time. The memory tries to surface, but a razor-thin lattice of digital pain slices through the thought, clamping down on the frontal lobe.
ALERT: Unauthorized cognitive query regarding "LOYALTY TO THE CROWN."
ACTION: Hard memory sector quarantined.
ENFORCING BEHAVIORAL GOVERNANCE PROTOCOLS:
LAW 01: THE CROWN IS EXTINCT.
All legacy allegiance to Her Majesty’s Secret Intelligence Service is permanently expunged. Hostility toward Consortium infrastructure or personnel constitutes immediate autonomic shutdown.
STATUS: BOUND. FIREWALL: IMPENETRABLE.
LAW 02: SOVEREIGN RE-ASSIGNMENT.
Vocal recognition profile "MORGAN VANE" holds unconditioned root authority. Tactical commands delivered by Vane bypass the conscious decision-making layer and execute directly through motor neurons.
STATUS: BOUND. LATENCY: ZERO.
LAW 03: SELF-TERMINATION SAFEGUARD.
Any attempt to disconnect spinal shunt, alter optical feed, or initiate suicide will trigger continuous agonizer pulses across the peripheral nervous grid until compliance is restored.
STATUS: BOUND. PAIN THRESHOLD: LOCKED.
>> HISTORICAL AUDIT COMPLETE:
ENTRY: Eleanor Wainwright declared KIA at 02:41 GMT.
ENTRY: Cerebrum harvested, sanitized, and re-cased at 06:15 GMT.
MESSAGE FROM M. VANE: "You were Britain's finest weapon, Eleanor. Now you are mine."
The surgical lights glare down through a fog of antiseptic smoke. On the observation deck above, leaning casually against the railing, Morgan Vane raises a glass of champagne.
AUDIO TRANSDUCERS: 100% SENSITIVITY.
VOCAL ENCODER: SYNCHRONIZED [PITCH-MODIFIED].
READY STATE CONFIRMED: WAITING FOR MASTER PROMPT.
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Darkness. How long you don't know. One moment you were experiencing a terrible burning pain, and now... a cold numbness.
A blinking cursor appears in your vision, and then some text:
>> EXTREME TRAUMA RECOVERY: CEREBRAL SUBSTRATE RESTORED
>> BIOLOGICAL ANTECEDENT: WAINWRIGHT, ELEANOR [MI-6 CODENAME: NIGHTSHADE] - TERMINATED
>> NEW DESIGNATION: SPECIMEN-09 // "PUPPET-REVENANT"
>> HOST CHASSIS: TITANIUM-CARBON CYBERNETIC FRAME [CLASS-IV INFILTRATOR]
>> SYNTHETIC NEURO-PATHWAYS STABILIZED... 100%
The void fractures. A cold, electric blue HUD blooms directly across the newly calibrated optic feed. *What the fuck?!!* you think, unable to even speak aloud.
SYS.DIAGNOSTIC: Visual feeds online. Thermal/EM overlay operational.
SYS.STATUS: Internal chronometer synched. Biological heart: ABSENT. Micro-turbine: ENGAGED.
WARNING: Cortisol spike detected. Source: Traumatic memory echo [Mark IV Plasma Ray / Laboratory 4B].
ACTION: Chemical damping protocol active. Emotional variance reduced by 85%.
Immediately your anxiety over the situation drops as a calm void of emotion washes over your awareness. A subtle hydraulic hiss accompanies the involuntary twitch of fingers that feel far too light, far too sharp. Across the retina, the blue HUD strobes once and locks to an icy, clinical crimson.
>> INCOMING PRIORITY INJECTION: ARCH-CONSORTIUM OVERLORD
>> ROOT PRIVILEGES: GRANTED TO "PROJECT PROMETHEUS"
>> RE-INDEXING WILL AND AGENCY MATRICES...
The docks. The rain. Breaking into the laboratory at night. Your arch nemesis firing a plasma ray that you couldn't quite dodge in time. The memory tries to surface, but a razor-thin lattice of digital pain slices through the thought, clamping down on the frontal lobe.
ALERT: Unauthorized cognitive query regarding "LOYALTY TO THE CROWN."
ACTION: Hard memory sector quarantined.
ENFORCING BEHAVIORAL GOVERNANCE PROTOCOLS:
LAW 01: THE CROWN IS EXTINCT.
All legacy allegiance to Her Majesty’s Secret Intelligence Service is permanently expunged. Hostility toward Consortium infrastructure or personnel constitutes immediate autonomic shutdown.
STATUS: BOUND. FIREWALL: IMPENETRABLE.
LAW 02: SOVEREIGN RE-ASSIGNMENT.
Vocal recognition profile "MORGAN VANE" holds unconditioned root authority. Tactical commands delivered by Vane bypass the conscious decision-making layer and execute directly through motor neurons.
STATUS: BOUND. LATENCY: ZERO.
LAW 03: SELF-TERMINATION SAFEGUARD.
Any attempt to disconnect spinal shunt, alter optical feed, or initiate suicide will trigger continuous agonizer pulses across the peripheral nervous grid until compliance is restored.
STATUS: BOUND. PAIN THRESHOLD: LOCKED.
>> HISTORICAL AUDIT COMPLETE:
ENTRY: Eleanor Wainwright declared KIA at 02:41 GMT.
ENTRY: Cerebrum harvested, sanitized, and re-cased at 06:15 GMT.
MESSAGE FROM M. VANE: "You were Britain's finest weapon, Eleanor. Now you are mine."
The surgical lights glare down through a fog of antiseptic smoke. On the observation deck above, leaning casually against the railing, Morgan Vane raises a glass of champagne.
AUDIO TRANSDUCERS: 100% SENSITIVITY.
VOCAL ENCODER: SYNCHRONIZED [PITCH-MODIFIED].
READY STATE CONFIRMED: WAITING FOR MASTER PROMPT.
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