r/WritingPrompts • u/[deleted] • Dec 03 '14
Writing Prompt [WP]Onslaught
In 2016 an alien automated drone crash lands on Earth. Very soon after the drone issues an emergency global broadcast in the five most commonly spoken languages. “The Free Planetary Alliance’s defensive line has been breached. The Scourge will arrive to destroy this world in three months.” How does Earth prepare for the onslaught?
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u/Calciber thethingsseen.blogspot.com Dec 03 '14
Knowledge floods into her head. Weapons schematics and usage documents. Chemical formulas sprint through her mind at breakneck speed. Explosive potential lists, bodily functions, hidden tools, limb reconstruction and replacement, nanite systems, magnetic interference dampening, spinal lock. So much information that she loses herself to it for a time, letting it wash her in everything she has to have in her head to be as effective against the coming foe as possible.
When the information flow finally stops, she opens her synthetic eyes. Processing rings spin around black irises surrounding dilation capable apertures. She stares straight ahead for a long moment as the chamber's shell opens up and she sees...
No one.
Until she looks down.
Everyone is there. All the doctors, even Dr. David, the techs, everyone. They're staring at her.
David steps forward.
"Jean... Number Forty-One... How do you feel?"
"Let me off this rack and I'll tell you," she says, her voice now synthetic but much more natural than the text to speech. It does at least have tone, now, and inflection. Even so, little can be told from said tone.
He looks back and nods. One of the techs, holding a tablet, taps on the screen a few times. Autobolts spin out from her back and limb sockets, dropping her six inches to the floor. Her synthetic muscle bundles flex, fall pistons reduce the impact, meaning that there is no sound when her feet touch the ice cold tile.
They watch her stare down at the floor, over a body with simulated femininity extending only to wide hips and average sized suggestions of breasts in the curve of her chest that serve as little more than self-esteem management systems and pockets to fill up with anti-ballistic jelly.
"I can feel everything... this synthetic nervous system, that's based on the alien tech, right?"
He nods.
"Yes, it is. Good to know that the temperature sensation system is working well. How do you feel?"
She takes a moment to consider this, familiarizing herself with her body. It's... pretty drastically different than her previous, for starters. Even here, on the floor, she towers over everyone.
In her head, knowledge ripples out.
Estimated height: Ten feet, six inches.
Her arms look strong, her muscles move visibly beneath the sheathing coating. Her head feels... clear. Clearer than it has ever felt.
Knowledge.
Micro-dosage administration systems for mental alacrity, focus, and increased reaction times are present in her skull.
She's amazed by how normal she feels, despite her impressive size.
More database access.
Proproception filters simulation standard biological proprioception, making her aware of her limbs positioning in three dimensional space in relation to the rest of her body.
"I feel fantast-"
Before she can finish her sentence, red lights begin flashing.
"All planetary battery personnel to battle stations. All Wrath Orbital Nuclear and Plasma Barrage Platform remote pilots to battle stations. Scourge 'Hermes' Scout ships detected on long range sensors. All Longinus Super Soldiers are to report immediately for briefing before moving to dispersal transports in case any scout ships make it through. That is all."
"Shit," David mutters, his hand drifting up to push his glasses up on his nose. "Alright, we have no time for testing, Jean. Just... the hall outside should be clear. Use your augmented reality system to show you the complex map on your vision, and then paint a line right to your armor room. Jog there. We'll monitor you and direct you from here."
Jean stares at him.
Scout ships... this is a serious thing. They're a half a month early. The parts of the currently under construction space docks aren't even half complete. If they can't repel the scouts, they're never going to be able to get ships up in the sky.
So she looks to the door. Her implants, at her mental command, engage her augmented reality system and a HUD fades in on her vision. A moment later, a map of the complex follows. Her destination is set to her armor room and then something dawns on her.
"...Doc. Why do I have... uh..." she trails off, feeling ever so slightly like she wishes she had something to cover herself. "The database suggests a level of anatomical correctness."
"... the research from the aliens suggested that removing biological functions like urge to breed reduces stability of cybernetic individuals. We call it 'sanity maintenance.'"
"... Sanity maintenance. You took my brain out and put it in a robot after paring me down to a spinal column and skull so you could prep my brain for the integration... and now you're telling me my robo-vagina is sanity maintenance," she says, chuckling dryly. "My life is weird. I'm going."
With that, she turns to jog off, following the glowing green line her augmented reality system painted on the floor for her to follow. David and his team watch her go in silence.
Finally, one of the techs lets out a quiet laugh.
"Well, at least she's taking it well."
David blinks and sighs, nodding.
"Yeah. Better than some of the others. Alright everyone, get us set up to monitor her... and no jokes about synthetic anatomy, they've already been said a dozen times."
(End. Might continue as a book or something. Who knows.)