02-02-2016, 11:24 PM
Everything was black. She felt nothing. Heard nothing. Nothing consumed her, enveloped her. Was this death? Was this truly what death felt like?
A sound pierced the blackness. A voice. Someone was speaking. The voice faded in and out of her mind, as if she was simply passing by it time and time again."We...her...epare fo..."
The empty darkness greeted her again. It wasn't cold. It wasn't warm. It felt like nothing. She felt like nothing. What was her name again? What was the point of a name when there was nothing else. Her thoughts faded in and out. Was this death? Was this truly what death felt like?
Another sound. The whirring of machinery. It was soft, barely audible, but it was there. The sound persisted. She tried focusing on it, to cling to one sensation in the darkn-
Pain. Unimaginiable, horrible pain washed over her. She would have screamed if she knew how. She would have been upset if it wasn't some kind of feeling. The pain faded. A cool air brushed against her body. She could feel. Sounds came back. A sigh of relief. The beeping of a heart monitor. The gentle murmur whoever was in the room. She cracked her eyes open.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Owurgedt. It's a relief you made it."
---
The memory was still fresh in Wurg's mind even after being awake for a few hours. It must have been right after her cybernetics were installed...right? There wasn't much else it could have been.
Wurg finally decided to get out of her bed and bathe. Gregor had left earlier, so she might as well go out and do...something. Maybe find a job. Who knows. She unplugged the charger from her back, and slogged over to the shower.
A few minutes of scrubbing, washing ,and drying later, she was out of the shower. Without any clothes on, it was incredibly apparent where her living body stopped and her cybernetic body began. A clean divide a few centimeters below her sternum marked where the goldenrod fur on her cybernetics stopped, and became the familiar white winter coat of her organic body. Wurg sighed, and put on a t-shirt and some shorts. People would stare at her odd coat, but it didn't matter.
She grabbed any other possessions she might need and made her way out to the town. Maybe she could find a job on Eden...or, perhaps, a job down on the planet, helping people build houses. After all, her natural strength could certainly help in that kind of job, even if she hated that kind of work.
A sound pierced the blackness. A voice. Someone was speaking. The voice faded in and out of her mind, as if she was simply passing by it time and time again."We...her...epare fo..."
The empty darkness greeted her again. It wasn't cold. It wasn't warm. It felt like nothing. She felt like nothing. What was her name again? What was the point of a name when there was nothing else. Her thoughts faded in and out. Was this death? Was this truly what death felt like?
Another sound. The whirring of machinery. It was soft, barely audible, but it was there. The sound persisted. She tried focusing on it, to cling to one sensation in the darkn-
Pain. Unimaginiable, horrible pain washed over her. She would have screamed if she knew how. She would have been upset if it wasn't some kind of feeling. The pain faded. A cool air brushed against her body. She could feel. Sounds came back. A sigh of relief. The beeping of a heart monitor. The gentle murmur whoever was in the room. She cracked her eyes open.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Owurgedt. It's a relief you made it."
---
The memory was still fresh in Wurg's mind even after being awake for a few hours. It must have been right after her cybernetics were installed...right? There wasn't much else it could have been.
Wurg finally decided to get out of her bed and bathe. Gregor had left earlier, so she might as well go out and do...something. Maybe find a job. Who knows. She unplugged the charger from her back, and slogged over to the shower.
A few minutes of scrubbing, washing ,and drying later, she was out of the shower. Without any clothes on, it was incredibly apparent where her living body stopped and her cybernetic body began. A clean divide a few centimeters below her sternum marked where the goldenrod fur on her cybernetics stopped, and became the familiar white winter coat of her organic body. Wurg sighed, and put on a t-shirt and some shorts. People would stare at her odd coat, but it didn't matter.
She grabbed any other possessions she might need and made her way out to the town. Maybe she could find a job on Eden...or, perhaps, a job down on the planet, helping people build houses. After all, her natural strength could certainly help in that kind of job, even if she hated that kind of work.
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