amorphical

Forever

Name: Tanaka
Version: 0031.B *Cybernetic organism*
Age: 4
Height 167.4 CM
Weight 52 kilo
Hair White
Eyes Genetically modified

Image: Before you is a young teen dressed in gender neutral T-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a knit cap. All black in color and various holes from wear and not. Only in the face, does it become clear this youth is a female. Her hazel eyes deflect and chance to note her intentions. Under the soot and grime is a soft white skin tone not unlike pale butter. Her lips are a faded pink.

Her body was genetically engineered by a black ops site, before the flash changed everything. A operative that would be used for infiltration and suppression. From an embryo, they altered her, and placed into a birthing chamber. She was on an growth hormone to accelerate her maturation cycle. It was designed to control certain parts of the automatic nervous system. Unlocking the genetic markers for eidetic memory, quicker reflexes, enlarged cerebellum, higher pain threshold, life span, and spiced with other DNA for feline retina and *redacted*. These enhancements were as far as the body could be improved upon via genetics.

The scientists turned to cybernetics to do the rest. They removed a few of the organic components at only four months of age. Before reaching the age of one, it had more invasive surgery removing a kidney, its entire reproductive system, appendix, tonsils, left lung, eardrums, and portions of her brain. All to give this creature room for cybernetic modifications and interconnect them together.

It was a year after the flash and the last scientist was starving to death. No communication with head quarters and the generator was running out of fuel. He had to know if the project would even function. A few command codes and a seal release authorization on the pressure door, he found his answer. The fluid drained from the cylinder and the glass panel retracted. It stepped out of the maturation chamber and walked to the pressure door. Pushing the metal door aside with little effort. It stood before the scientist for only a moment. The scientist smiled. A strike to his groin had him double over in agonizing pain. The creature used an elbow to the base of the brain stem. He was dead. Growth was suppose to continue until the model was at the equivalent age of twenty one. However at only four years of maturation it was only at the physical age equivalency of sixteen. She took his clothes and a scalpel to make the clothes fit.

She had no memory of what they did at first. As she was activated the neural interface came on line and the question of what happened to me forced the A.I. to answer. The system integrated inside her is named Vi. The sixth generation of artificial intelligence. This acted as a teacher. Telling her the "how to" on various espionage skills. The fiber optic connection to her left eye allowed her to she a transparent manifestation of the program. It also allowed VI to see the outside world. Inseparable they were, one body, two minds.

Forever

War. ...War never changes.

2210

Forever

It was darker then usual. The clouds overhead were still dropping ash instead of rain. She looked outside the buildings window to see the cities buildings. Each one looked like a burnt match. Down in the streets were silent cars and buses. It was years since anyone used them. Most of the tires were rotting into the concrete. There were no animals left after the flash. Not even birds. The flashes were a constant reminder of just where those dark clouds came from. She tried not to look, however her curiosity always won out.

The sound of metal striking metal caught her attention. The large group was gathering others who hid in the city decay. Forcing her eyes to now gaze down into the street. The last of humanity desperate to finish off what the radiation had missed. Cannibals, murderers, thieves, now they were the ones entrusted with the vast waste of what is left. What a waste.

There were over twenty of them in the street. Using sharpened metal and chain whips to kill each other. As the fighting came to a stop, and the victors began looting the bodies, yelling came from an alley across the street. The cannibals weren't going to let food rot. They poured out of the shadows rushing the dead and the victors. Screams echoed off the buildings. Seven figures made it to safety leaving the wounded to feed the starving. With her hearing she heard every tear of flesh, every crunch of the cartilage in their teeth. The sobs as they were being eaten alive.

Her gaze went back up to the clouds hanging over head. Stretching forever before her.

Loyalty

I'm Spartacus!

@Skepic

The movie will never be remade any better then its original!

Loyalty

I am Spartacus!

Utopia Prime

"What do you mean 20 credits?" Sung wasn't in the mood to play the docking guilds game today. She had to get replacements and keep her ship in repairs. The last year was tougher then she anticipated. Sung knew where the piece was. And this year the temple wouldn't stop her this year. She just didn't anticipate the lower levels being flooded and killing that last raid party. The pressure seals obviously were broken or maybe the water found a way in through the ventilation systems. That would force her to get a lizard. They were always in high demand because so few wanted to leave during the floods. They knew their ability to breathe water and swim made them valuable commodities. It meant one less enviro suit to buy. Reptilian's also only needed to eat twice a month. Shaking the current thought from her mind, she turned her attention back to the docking cheif. "You're gonna tell me why I should pay you an extra fifteen credits to dock. Otherwise you're about to have a gust of wind that looks a lot like me, throw you off the ramp!" Crossing her arms in front of her while flattening her ears to the back. Her eyes narrowed.

The wolf took a look over his shoulder at the open sky beneath him, and decided this captain was the wrong one to scam. "I don't know what you're getting mad at. It's five credits to dock just like everyone else. You don't like it, fine. We can go to the port boss and you can try your little mean face there." He held out his credit clip.

The captain twitched her tail in irritation. She pulled a pay chip from her pocket and paid the five credits. Without a word she left the dock heading toward the center of the hub. She just hoped the reptilian wasn't as munch of a hack as the dock hand was. She had seven new faces to hire and she was already out of patience for today. Sung's ears stayed flat as she walked to Joe's.

Joe's, was the place where if you needed muscle without the brains to betray you, then you came here. Posing as a restaurant. Lots of fresh meat showed up here because they didn't know about its reputation. The other experienced mercs knew to stay away from here. Mercenaries with a fair amount of reputation built up went to the ships at the docks, and hired there, by the captains directly. Joe's however, was the type of place where the captains paid Joe to recruit new bodies by drugging them, then transport the sleeping recruits to their ship. Many a mercs first time was involuntary employment, thanks in a large part, by Joe.

introducing yourself

Updated bio... Cut and very dry, I don't care to beat around the bush. Very easy going, after all, it's just the internet....

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Utopia Prime

Captain Biyu Sung

The End.

Takeshi Asano AGE16

Bio
Asano was the odd kid, always in the far corner, and always alone. Before the end happened Asano was left with his grand parents. His mother was unwed and the father left as she told him the news. Fearing the future she begged her parents to care for her only child as she tried to survive on her own. At first his mother would send note that became more and more infrequent. Then they stopped altogether. His grandparents did the best they could under the circumstances.

Years past, as Asano grew physically, attended school, and kept to himself. A deep part of him wanted to smile, to make friends. However Asano was unwilling to get close to anyone for fear of loosing them. He drifted through his life, in a dream like haze. In school he was a model student from a academic view point. His teachers all said it was a phase he would grow out of. The constant academic achievements were the high point in his grandparents lives. During middle school was especially hard as he was met at home with the death of his grand father. Choosing to be in school to distance himself from the loss while his grandmother went alone. Continuing his education was the only thing Asano put any effort into. As he entered college at such a young age, his grand mother past away. All the arrangements were completed by her will. The house would go to Asano but most of the stuff was sold in the wake.

Day after day, month after month, he returned to an empty home. For dinner he cooked the same rice, fish, some steamed vegetables, and went to bed. On the weekends he would take care of the vegetables in the back yard his grandmother had grown. Selling off some to neighbors who use to buy them from his grand parents. Using the little money to get haircuts and fix his bicycle. The two seasonal job he took during the summers he used to keep the bills down.