Posted by VHunter on 12/6/2007, 2:23 pm, in reply to "Re: Part 2 Symulent Wars"
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My word how intriguing! I can't wait to read more!
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: Watson felt they were making progress now. A
: path was now clearly visible through the
: paper and Holmes had found much of what
: remained was duplicate scrawl from cases
: already consigned to the shredder. After
: carefully manoeuvring several boxes onto the
: remaining stacks that had even managed to
: turn the fan on without sending a storm of
: paper into the hall.
: “I surmise Watson another half an hour and
: our task will be complete. We may even be
: able to enjoy some of this glorious weather
: before...”
: There was a crash outside. Watson stood up
: sharply and knocked over his chair, sending
: the piles streaming over the floor of the
: office once again. Holmes disappeared into
: the hallway.
: At one end a young man was frantically
: gathering piles of fallen laser discs while
: an older women poised over him shouted down
: another passageway at an unseen person.
: “Lestrade! Lestrade get back here and help
: pick these up…Lestrade I’m talking to you.”
: “I think we better find out what’s going on
: Watson.” Said Holmes already striding down
: the corridor. Watson looked forlornly at the
: scattered paperwork and sighed.
: “I suppose the paperwork can wait another
: hour.” He stepped delicately over the piles
: “I was about to overheat anyway.”
:
: They found Lestrade in the empty locker room
: wrenching at one of the locked draws
: containing riot kit. As they entered she
: backed up and kicked the drawer with such
: force that the metal crumpled sending the
: draw springing out like an arrow. As she
: looked up her face was as white as chalk and
: her eyes blazed. Holmes reached out a hand.
: “Lestrade.”
: “He threatened him Holmes, he actually
: threatened Watson.” Her voice was thick with
: emotion, and she was shaking with anger.
: “Lestrade you must calm down. Who threatened
: Watson.”
: “Howsett, some bigwig from the Law Council,
: he actually threatened to have him wiped.
: And he made me…” Lestrade stopped and
: pressed a hand firmly against her forehead.
: Holmes tried to put a hand on her shoulder
: but she shook him off and starting pulling
: the riot armour out of the drawer. Holmes
: grabbed the gear and forced it down, she
: looked up furious but he stared back hard
: into her eyes.
: “Lestrade as I live and breathe no-one will
: lay a finger on Watson, now what happened?”
: “They want me to…” Lestrade dropped her gaze
: to the armour and passed a hand across her
: mouth. “They want me to look after a
: Mechamide.”
: “Pardon me?” Holmes looked confused,
: Lestrade pulled the armour out from under
: his hand and tugged it over her head. Holmes
: turned to Watson.
: “Watson, what is a Mechamide?”
: “They are the most extreme form of Sybotism
: Holmes, mechanics and biomechanics working
: as one in a body beyond conventional
: medicine. Whereas Syborgs and Simulents are
: basically a human body with mechanical parts
: attached via a series of adapters and
: enhancers fixed to nerve endings a Mechamide
: is over seventy percent machine, usually
: with only skin and enough internal organs to
: keep the brain alive and functioning.”
: “I hate them” Lestrade strapped her body
: armour shut and unhooked her riot helmet
: from her locker.
: “There was a riot when I was a rookie, the
: last time talks on Biomechanical rights
: where held, a lot of Mechamides and Semi
: Mechamides on the streets, a lot of anti bio
: yobs milling round looking for trouble and
: groups of policemen caught slap bang in the
: middle. It was like the world went crazy;
: both sides rioted on the streets. People
: literally got pulled to pieces by the Half
: Lifes, shot in the crossfire and hit with
: anything that came to hand as a weapon. It
: was carnage.”
: “Things could be different now.”
: “It’ll never change, people don’t change
: those…things don’t change. Where ever they
: go trouble is never far behind.” Lestrade
: slapped her weapon hard into the holster and
: yanked a heavy jacket over the body armour.
: Holmes watched her but said nothing.
: “I have to go to a debriefing on the
: security arrangements and certain groups
: that it would be wise to steer the thing
: clear of. I see you two later.” She headed
: for the door.
: “Lestrade.” Beth stopped at the door but
: didn’t turn.
: “Bring your visitor to 221b later today. My
: residence still seems to be something of a
: curiosity to guests from overseas, and I
: think it would help you to be in familiar
: surroundings.” Beth nodded but said nothing
: and walked out into the corridor, the door
: slid shut behind her.
:
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: --Previous Message--
: There was only darkness, the muggy heavy
: kind,
: the kind only achieved by a power cut when
: you are on your own and you’ve just finished
: your entire collection of scary movies. Her
: fingers found and felt the fabric on her
: face for the umpteenth time that morning,
: it’s texture rough and it’s warm folds
: strangely comforting, she rubbed at the two
: concave dents in it’s surface.
: “Don’t scratch dear.” The vaguely Scottish
: accent again and her hand was gently, but
: firmly pulled from the cloth.
: “Sorry.”
: “And don’t apologise, the doctor nearly
: cuffed my hands behind my back when I had
: mine done. What colour are you changing
: yours to?”
: “I’m not, they’ll be blue…again.” There were
: tuts this time.
: “Blues boring if you don’t mind me being so
: bold, now purple, with gold flecks now
: that’s in this season, or maybe it’s gold
: with purple flecks…”
: Tessa let the babble wash over her for a
: while, the nurse had already been in with
: two injections and Peter had come too before
: she sent him somewhere to sleep with the
: promise that Professor Moriarty was finally
: gone from both their lives.
: Gone
: She rolled the words over her tongue and
: round her head one more time.
: Gone
: Moriarty was gone. The sense of elation was
: damped down by all the painkillers in her
: system but it was still there fluttering
: like the butterfly of hope at the back of
: her mind. However so was the grief. She
: reached over and for the hundredth time
: found the smooth curve of the jar next to
: her bed, the Professor wasn’t the only thing
: that was gone.
: Gone
: Her eyes.
: Gone.
: They had taken them out earlier waking her
: up just long enough to ask for permission to
: remove damaged right one as well as the
: decimated left. She’d given it almost
: immediately after all what good was an
: one-eyed sky boarder. Ex sky boarder. She
: tuned back into the conversation in time to
: hear.
: “…or green, they won’t have started them off
: just yet you still have time to change
: your…”
: “I like blue.” It was more snappish than she
: had intended. There was a pause.
: “Okay, blue’s…nice. I’ll just go and change
: the bandages on Mrs Patterson shall I and
: then we’ll get the doctor over to fit the
: VAU before we sedate you for a nice little
: sleep.” The nurse bustled away. The Visual
: Aid Unit, great she couldn’t wait, a black
: strip of moulded plastic they bolted to your
: face to interpret the world around and keep
: the nerves and brain active while the eye’s
: where being grown. Why didn’t they just
: strap a ‘kick me’ sign to her back and be
: done with it.
: She fingered the metallic jar one more time
: before sweeping it off and onto the floor
: with a loud clang.
: “Hey there, you’ll want to keep these.”
: There was the sound of footsteps next to the
: bed, one had a strange metallic quality as
: it hit the cold tiles of the floor. She
: heard the gentle scrapping of the jar being
: lifted up and slid back onto the table
: beside her.
: “Let me guess another nurse.” Tessa didn’t
: know where the words were coming from she
: didn’t feel angry, but then again she didn’t
: feel her legs too well either with all the
: drugs.
: “Na I don’t have the patience to nurse angry
: little nut jobs like you back to health, I’d
: swing at them after about a minute.” Tessa
: snarled.
: “Listen you, I’ve just had my eyes taken out
: and I’m not feeling in the best of moods
: right now.” The voice went silent for a
: minute.
: “Still got feeling in your hands.”
: “Why…hey.” Fingers grabbed her hands and
: forced her arm upwards until they came in
: contact with something hard and cold and
: then proceeded to drag them down and then
: across metal then back and across flesh. It
: was over so quickly that Tessa didn’t have
: time to react and as the hand let go she
: flex her fingers and stared shocked in the
: direction of the speaker.
: “What the hell was that you just put my hand
: on?” She demanded rubbing her fingers to try
: and get rid of the strange order of
: sensations.
: “That.” Said the speaker with an air of
: authority “Was my face.”
:
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: Ok first go at posting a story on the
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: board - I make no apologies for spelling
: mistakes or grammer as I'm aware I suck at
: both. Also be warned this story will get
: darker before the end and the opinions
: expressed are not neccessarily the opinions
: of the author but are raised as part of the
: story. M can remove it or edit it if she
: doesn't find it suitable.
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: Those of you who have been following this
: have waited a long time - Enjoy.
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