OK, I'm in a hospital, I thought to myself now, how did I get here?
Memories come flooding back. I had taken a day off work so I could get a few things done on my '69 Mach One. I had just found out that Crey Industries was trying to buy out the lab and all the cybernetic research I had been doing, and I wanted a day or two to think about it.
Just then a nurse walked through the door, breaking my reverie.
"Mr. Morris, you shouldn't be awake yet!" she exclaimed "Those injuries would've put most people in a coma!"
I tried to sit up to find out what the hell she was talking about, and realized that I couldn't move my arms. I turned to look at them to see why I couldn't move them and almost passed back out.
My arms are gone! was my first, panicked thought. What did they do to me?!?
More memories.....
Welding the frame of my Mustang where it had developed a small break, I heard a hissing sound. I turned to look at the tank, only to see the pressure gauge dropping rapidly. Before I could do more than shield my face with my arms, the tank exploded taking conciousness with it.
"I"m sorry Mr. Morris, we had to amputate your arms, the damage was too severe." the doctor was saying "Also, the explosion threw you across the street into your neighbor's car, every bone in your legs is broken......"
"Doctor," I interupted him"it's 'Dr. Morris'. How long do I have to remain here? I would like to get to my lab as soon as possible."
"I'm afraid that's not possible, Dr. Morris," a man I had not noticed spoke up " with your incapacitation the other partners of Cytek Robotics decided that selling would be in their best interest. Crey Industries now owns Cytek and all of it's properties."
I noticed the man had a very smug look on his face as he said this. Somehow, I don't think it was an accident that my tank exploded like that.
"Not all of them," I told the smug man "most of the cybenetics were patented in my name. That means they still belong to me."
After he had left I passed back out for a while. When I woke up I had the nurse contact my research assistant. When Tricia answered the phone I had the nurse leave the room so I could talk in private.
"Tricia, remember how we needed a test subject for the arms?" I asked her "Well, we've got one now. Get ahold of Gunther and tell him to get me out of this hospital, I want to get started on the process as soon as possible."
Three weeks later......
"The arms seem to be working as intended," I said over the intercom "I'm still trying to get used to these electrodes on my face though."
I had been broken out of the hospital by Gunther Ingvaldsun, a mercenary who had lost a leg in some black ops mission somewhere. I had fitted him with a cybernetic replacement, so he owed me a favor. It took fourteen hours of surgury to attach the cybernetic arms to my empty shoulder sockets, and a further eighteen hours to replace my shattered legs. In order to make the cybernetic replacements act like my own limbs they had to be wired directly to my brain. Testing was almost complete when a group of armed men burst into my makeshift lab. I discovered that not only could I use my new limbs instinctively, but they were much more powerful than my natural limbs. I made short work of the goons.
I made a quick decision and felt in my gut that it was the right one.....
I was going to become a hero.
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Originally Posted by Dechs Kaison
See, it's gems like these that make me check Claws' post history every once in a while to make sure I haven't missed anything good lately.
Awaken.......bright lights......white room....pain.
OK, I'm in a hospital, I thought to myself now, how did I get here?
Memories come flooding back. I had taken a day off work so I could get a few things done on my '69 Mach One. I had just found out that Crey Industries was trying to buy out the lab and all the cybernetic research I had been doing, and I wanted a day or two to think about it.
Just then a nurse walked through the door, breaking my reverie.
"Mr. Morris, you shouldn't be awake yet!" she exclaimed "Those injuries would've put most people in a coma!"
I tried to sit up to find out what the hell she was talking about, and realized that I couldn't move my arms. I turned to look at them to see why I couldn't move them and almost passed back out.
My arms are gone! was my first, panicked thought. What did they do to me?!?
More memories.....
Welding the frame of my Mustang where it had developed a small break, I heard a hissing sound. I turned to look at the tank, only to see the pressure gauge dropping rapidly. Before I could do more than shield my face with my arms, the tank exploded taking conciousness with it.
"I"m sorry Mr. Morris, we had to amputate your arms, the damage was too severe." the doctor was saying "Also, the explosion threw you across the street into your neighbor's car, every bone in your legs is broken......"
"Doctor," I interupted him"it's 'Dr. Morris'. How long do I have to remain here? I would like to get to my lab as soon as possible."
"I'm afraid that's not possible, Dr. Morris," a man I had not noticed spoke up " with your incapacitation the other partners of Cytek Robotics decided that selling would be in their best interest. Crey Industries now owns Cytek and all of it's properties."
I noticed the man had a very smug look on his face as he said this. Somehow, I don't think it was an accident that my tank exploded like that.
"Not all of them," I told the smug man "most of the cybenetics were patented in my name. That means they still belong to me."
After he had left I passed back out for a while. When I woke up I had the nurse contact my research assistant. When Tricia answered the phone I had the nurse leave the room so I could talk in private.
"Tricia, remember how we needed a test subject for the arms?" I asked her "Well, we've got one now. Get ahold of Gunther and tell him to get me out of this hospital, I want to get started on the process as soon as possible."
Three weeks later......
"The arms seem to be working as intended," I said over the intercom "I'm still trying to get used to these electrodes on my face though."
I had been broken out of the hospital by Gunther Ingvaldsun, a mercenary who had lost a leg in some black ops mission somewhere. I had fitted him with a cybernetic replacement, so he owed me a favor. It took fourteen hours of surgury to attach the cybernetic arms to my empty shoulder sockets, and a further eighteen hours to replace my shattered legs. In order to make the cybernetic replacements act like my own limbs they had to be wired directly to my brain. Testing was almost complete when a group of armed men burst into my makeshift lab. I discovered that not only could I use my new limbs instinctively, but they were much more powerful than my natural limbs. I made short work of the goons.
I made a quick decision and felt in my gut that it was the right one.....
I was going to become a hero.
See, it's gems like these that make me check Claws' post history every once in a while to make sure I haven't missed anything good lately.