CyberLynx story by Plasma Stream (with artwork!)
By
Celtic_Bolt,
Posted on: 2006-11-09 11:53 in Multi-Media Fan Creations
Interesting beginning, Robocop meets Dr. Moreau. Lots of typos need fixing, but it's a good start overall.
I have a couple of questions, though.
Based on the picture of CyberLynx, how is he in a hotel room alone? Seems unlikely he'd have money or a credit card.
It also seems to me Crey wouldn't just kill Dr. Welch, but rather "reassign" her, making better use of her skills. Plus, it's creepier that way. Or, alternately, have her be the meat in the cage at the end. ("I sniff. This meat smells familiar. It is... that female doctor? Noo! Please God, no! It is overwhelming... I begin to eat Dr. Welch.")
I assume you're going to drop in a few illustrations at some point?
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Interesting beginning, Robocop meets Dr. Moreau. Lots of typos need fixing, but it's a good start overall.
I have a couple of questions, though.
Based on the picture of CyberLynx, how is he in a hotel room alone? Seems unlikely he'd have money or a credit card.
I assume you're going to drop in a few illustrations at some point?
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Good point -- the art in the original post is CyberLynx how I wanted him to look.
THIS is how he looks in game. Plas wrote the story based on his CoH look.
I will do some illustrations at some point. Maybe a comic page?
Nice Background story, look forward to seeing the art based around it.
Now if only i good write a good story or draw, then i could be in business.
Cool.
That's a really cool trade there.
Wow! That is fantastic!
*smiles quietly*
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Great stuff PlasmaStream!
Art for fiction?! Where do I sign up? =DDD
Seriously though, great work Plasma!
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I just was given the character and a basic background the rest just flows. Cyber was one of the few who took me up on my offer when I was far more poor and offered to write for them for art.
Incidentally there is more he hasn't gotten to yet =)
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Hey Gang-
A while ago, Plasma Stream and I did a trade: art for fiction. Plas wrote an amazing story on CyberLynx's background. I really dig it and I hope you will too.
(Note: the formatting's all wrong, but you should still get the idea.)
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I can't remember everything of who I am anymore. Hell, I can barely stop the voices in my head long enough to write this down. Why am I writing it you might ask? So tomorrow I can look at it and know who I used to be. In an hour they might be back in control of me, in an hour I might forget all that happened to me. Hell, in an hour I may never come back again if they are in control. I guess, I guess part of me wants this story told, so if I never come back here, if I never return; that a chance exists someone finds it and remembers the man who can't even remember himself.
The two other voices in the back of my head are clawing at the edges of my concious mind. One is little more than a ravening animal, slavering for the thrill of the hunt. The other, cold, calculating, practical to a fault completely machine. I'd look at myself in the mirror of this rented motel bathroom. The single bulb brown and flickering from wiring older than I was as a man. The stench of a hundred users prior runs through the cybernetic filters in my nose, each is seperated and cataloged by the micro processors replacing my ol' factory. I'd look at myself in the mirror, but I shattered it 22 minutes and 38.213 seconds ago. I know what would look back and I don't want to see the mockery of the man I was. A single feline ear twitches as its cybernetic counterpart turns, barely a whisper made as servos whir in my head. Just a cockroach skittering over my yellow metallic foot. Just a cockroach that is as loud as an average person's speaking voice might be. I can't argue this body doesn't have some perks, but I would have liked a say in the matter.
My name is Keller, Keller Damien Martin. I was just an every day guy, barely could tell me apart from the thousands of other average guys with brown hair and brown eyes out there. I worked out sure, went to the beach in the summer. Clubs and bars on occaision, even made time for a semblance of a romantic life. Never anything permanant, I guess that makes my current state a little easier to bear, no one to leave behind. No one to scream and divorce me. No one to scream and die at my hands if -it- is in charge. No one to be used against me every time I go out on the streets and do this wanna be hero thing. It's all I have, that and my hatred of Them.
Sorry, where was I? Introductions? Right. Yes, well Keller Martin was an average joe with an average life. Like most people he was never quite happy with his job, construction worker. It paid what bills he had, covered the tab at 'The Gin Joint Speak-Easy' he went to every payday. Covered the taxi ride home for which ever girl he got that night and her ride home in the morning. All in all, it was an ok life. Not the dream life of being an astronaut, president or even a Superhero, but a nice, normal life. Then things went to hell in a handbasket on the express train into the fire. The most recent union, local 371 steel workers, job was for some fancy pants scientific company out to save the world one genetic mistake at a time. The last thing Keller, I, remember is the accident on the site. I was twenty two stories up, waving one of the cranes in. My spotter had checked my harness six times that day. I remember hearing someone whisper my name in my ear and turned to look to see who it was. She sounded hot, but she definitely didn't belong two hundred fifty feet in the air. I remember feeling the steel I beam hit me in the chest. I remember the snapping sound of my leather harness, a distinct 'clink' of metal sheering and popping out of place.
I remember free fall, and then pain...thats when this journal really begins.
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"Cardiac functions stabilized. Resperation artificial but controlled. He lost the majority of a lung. The bones of from the elbows and knees down are little more than pulp he..."
"Stop calling the subject a 'He'. You might actually begin feeling for it Dr. Welch."
"Doctor Davies! This is a man, we have an obligation to save his life..."
"No. Doctor Welch. We do not, he died in that fall. He was dead on arrival. He has been dead for thirty six minutes. Any brain function he has will be little more than instinctual impulses of purely bio electric synaptic activity."
I can vaguely pick out ruffling. I don't know why my hips are wet and sticky. I don't know why I can't move or open my eyes. I feel a hand in my back pocket. A weight is removed. My wallet?
"Keller Damien Martin is a corpse. He is meat by product that the coroners office has given to us for our research. Keller Damien Martin is no more Dr. Welch."
Why do I smell lighter fluid? Why am I listening to plastic burn and melt? What is happening to me?
"This is experiment CL-246-01, you would do well to remember that."
"No! I dedicated my life to saving lives. His EKG is showing activity even now! This man is alive and we have a responsibility save him! If you won't I will go over your head and talk to the Countess myself!"
Nice woman. Balls. Wanting to save my life and all that.
"I am sorry you see things that way Doctor Welch. Jenkins."
What are those two clicking noises?
"No, no no...n-"
That was a pistol. I owned one once, when I was just out of high school. Dad gave it to me as a gift, for life in the big city he said. I had to pawn it to pay rent after three months. Not that it would have done me much good right now.I hear the crack. I hear the wet sound. Something wet lands on my cheek and slides off my face. Thick and heavy. I hear a thump on the floor like a sack of potatoes. She was a nice woman. I hear someone play with a metal switch. Then I get tired again. I need to sleep now.
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"-6-01's amputations have gone better than expected."
I'm awake again. Damn. I wonder how long I've been out. Wait, amputations?
"That's nice, but how are the grafts, Davies?"
"90% complete. The anti rejection medication is working better than expected. It was revolutionary to use his own white blood cells and alter them on the genetic level to form the base of the medication."
"When do you expect funtionality?"
"The final element of the skin graft to the right hip joints and genetic alteration of the skin tissue at that point to meld the two. The shavings from the ball and socket of the hip went as well as can be expected. He lost 5% of the bone mass there to allow for a greater range of flexibility once they heal."
"Excellent."
"Dr. Fawke, may I ask you a question?"
"You can ask Davies."
I'd like to ask a question too. What's going on? Why can I hear, but not see or move?
"Well the Lynx is a small animal. Barely larger than the average domesticated canine. Where are we getting the limbs proportionate to a human?"
"Failed Genetic manipulation for one of the other projects we have attempted. The animal didn't take to the human DNA. We are hoping the human takes to the animal instead. At our core we are but primates, animals ourselves. So we devolve this subject slightly through the introduction of the animal genetic code being written into his."
"Wait, de-evolution of the human subject will occur?"
"In theory yes. The institution of the Lynx-Human Hybrid DNA may degrade the subjects intelligence. As this is our first test subject, we only have theory. The fact we are using parts from a failed experiment may lead to other complications, but what is the worst that occurs? The subject terminates?"
Terminates! I don't want to be Terminated. Oh God, I never went to church before, but if you are listening I need an answer to this one! I don't want to die (again?)!
"Hmm, most interesting."
"What's that Davies?"
"His EKG and pulse have just increased activity by 22%."
"Curious. Shut it down. Last thing we need as a weapon that thinks for itself."
"Of course."
Shut it? Shut me down! Oh God. Oh God. Oh G-
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GROWL
Now what?
Hunger.
Who is that? I can't see you?
Hunter.
Hunter? Wait you can hear me! Who are you?
HUNTER.
What are you?
Predator.
Wait, I'm not hearing you with my ears. Are you in my head?
In mine.
Am I going crazy? Voice's in my head now, what did those doctors do to me?
Weak. Prey.
I am not weak! I am not prey!
Smell of flesh. Flesh is weak. Human is weak. No fur. No claws. Dull teeth. Prey.
What are you?!
Hunter.
Oh god, what have they done to me? What am I becoming?
Me.
"Doctor Davies, it's Nurse West. He is having nightmares again."
"IT. Nurse West. It. Shut it down."
Nooo don't leave me trapped in my own head with that thin-...
Hunte...
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Clank.
Flop.
Chuff. Chuff.
Inhale.
Blood.
Meat.
Hunter Hungry.
Oh god. Devolve him. It worked.
Hush human. Hunter Hungry.
"CL 246-01. Open your eyes."
I can see again, but its distorted. Brighter than I remember, sharper, but more blurred on the edges. I'm in a zoo? It looks like a zoo, it smells like a zoo. Meat in front of me, bone, raw red meat. A leg of something, cow? Horse? I can see bars beyond it. People standing there. Lab coats. Clipboards. Why can't I move though?
Hush Human.
"CL 246-01. Stand"
I feel my hands touch the ground and push me up onto all fours. I can't go beyond that? What's wrong? I am trying to lift myself, but my body won't go. What is wrong with me?
You are wrong with me human. Be silent.
"CL 246-01. Turn."
My body turns on it's own. I am trying to tell it to stop. But I can feel my paws, I mean hands lifting off the stone. I can feel the textures in the material I never knew were there. My nose is alive with a thousand scents I didn't know existed. Aftershave. Cologne. A double vodka martini. Perfume. I can smell the female scientist in heat. Wait that doesn't sound right.
It does to me.
No. I am me.I am
Who?
Me. Human. I am...
Me.
What am I?
Hunter. Lynx.
No I was human. I mean I am human.
Look.
I feel my head turn, my eyes focus on mirror in the back of my holding pen. My arms from the elbows down. Gone as I knew them. My legs removed from the hips down. My muzzle. No, no. My face is wrong. My ears twitch. They are pointed now. My legs all four (?) of them were larger. Cat...
Lynx.
...Lynx like. Giant paws, nearly two and a half times the size of my paws...HANDS!...brushed the ground. I could feel my claws hidden in my skin. Claws made to tear, to rend, to...
Hunt.
"CL 246-01. Feed."
Finally. Hunger.
I try to scream and it only happens in my own head. I think Hunter is laughing.
End Part 1