The last thing that I felt was chill, an unusual sensation for me given the warm temperature my Roidmude body always maintained, in any form.
So I notice first that I no longer feel a chill. Nor the wet seeping cold that suffused myself - and everything around me - as I ceased to be.
Then, I notice that I'm noticing. I'm operating again. But my Core couldn't possibly...?
I resubstantiate standing up, arms at my sides and head tipped forward. As soon as I realize I have the ability, I grab for my chest, feeling for the gouged hole over my heart, the edges of flaking silicon and chipped circuitboards. Instead of damaged, solid structure, my fingertips blip faintly, pressing into - through? - the unblemished surface of my chest.
Alarmed, I look around to take in my surroundings. I see a scientist - the coat is a cue, but the particular demeanor is the truly telling quality to my eye - sitting in a desk chair, observing me as I compiled. I gather that he is the one who has reassembled me from the scattered electrical static I had become.
The rest of the room is dim, outfitted with many rectangular, oblong, and paneled appliances, equipment, tools and work surfaces in varying textures of smooth, durable, white, chrome, and easily-sanitizable. A laboratory.
The rush of chemical terror that I expect to feel flooding my synapses, a cocktail synthesized to mimic the animalistic fight or flight endorphins present in mammals, is absent. I do not have care or time to wonder why my head is so clear, my gut so quiescent. The roiling nausea and choking dread that I would normally feel upon finding myself in a laboratory alone with a white-coated scientist are absent, but they would only distract me, so I am grateful for their absence.
I growl, hands fisting at my sides, and swing smoothly into my defensive crouch. I will my evolved form to appear, gritting my teeth with effort.
This human might be a valuable one, like Tomari Shinnosuke. It's more likely that he's a dangerous one. In my experience, though some humans appear wholesome at the start, most of them eventually proved to me their duplicitousness and treacherous nature.
So while this scientist might not live up to my suspicions, honestly, I'd rather not give him the chance.
"Choose your final words and hold them dearly to you, human!"
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Date: 2015-10-05 07:58 am (UTC)So I notice first that I no longer feel a chill. Nor the wet seeping cold that suffused myself - and everything around me - as I ceased to be.
Then, I notice that I'm noticing. I'm operating again. But my Core couldn't possibly...?
I resubstantiate standing up, arms at my sides and head tipped forward. As soon as I realize I have the ability, I grab for my chest, feeling for the gouged hole over my heart, the edges of flaking silicon and chipped circuitboards. Instead of damaged, solid structure, my fingertips blip faintly, pressing into - through? - the unblemished surface of my chest.
Alarmed, I look around to take in my surroundings. I see a scientist - the coat is a cue, but the particular demeanor is the truly telling quality to my eye - sitting in a desk chair, observing me as I compiled. I gather that he is the one who has reassembled me from the scattered electrical static I had become.
The rest of the room is dim, outfitted with many rectangular, oblong, and paneled appliances, equipment, tools and work surfaces in varying textures of smooth, durable, white, chrome, and easily-sanitizable. A laboratory.
The rush of chemical terror that I expect to feel flooding my synapses, a cocktail synthesized to mimic the animalistic fight or flight endorphins present in mammals, is absent. I do not have care or time to wonder why my head is so clear, my gut so quiescent. The roiling nausea and choking dread that I would normally feel upon finding myself in a laboratory alone with a white-coated scientist are absent, but they would only distract me, so I am grateful for their absence.
I growl, hands fisting at my sides, and swing smoothly into my defensive crouch. I will my evolved form to appear, gritting my teeth with effort.
This human might be a valuable one, like Tomari Shinnosuke. It's more likely that he's a dangerous one. In my experience, though some humans appear wholesome at the start, most of them eventually proved to me their duplicitousness and treacherous nature.
So while this scientist might not live up to my suspicions, honestly, I'd rather not give him the chance.
"Choose your final words and hold them dearly to you, human!"