Rainsets

When Xi Yeong entered the controlled room, he’s sitting on a black pillow, playing with a toy that only scions can solve telekinetically. “Jeremy Hoth?” His body flinches and his fingers stop. “Dog. Just Dog.” “Oookay..” she walks around him. “..Dog.” She sits across from him at the table on another pillow. She smiles and puts a pile of papers down. Dog looks at it, curious. His tone of voice shifts. “People still use those?” “It’s more reliable incase virtual data gets corrupted. Various reasons— it’s our personal policy for valuable information. Like you!” She plucks out a pen. “Ready to get started?” Jeremy looks back down at the stone Diamond with shiftable parts. “Sure..” he starts shifting the puzzle pieces again. His ophthalmics shifting various color gradients to better interpret the puzzle.. but also for fun. “Dog, how old are you?” “I’m 13.. 14? Ish.. or 26.. it depends on how you view me I guess. Or one day old. Considering everything.” “So.. you’re

A jaw clicks and continues- “.. So, now we have a being a thing, poised as human.” The head of this room gestures to his audience. “By all means: this man should be dead, is dead. But he isn’t.” He addresses a general direction. “That thing- it has become something more than that..” taking pause to scan the faces in the dark, sitting in semi circle around him. “..he’s being kept alive by biological- synthesized of course, and nano machinery.” He chuckles and flashes a smile at the crowd. “Same machinery we developed here.” He sniffs, rubbing his nose. “I don’t know what’s happened to them. Their code is inaccessible now.” Shrugs. “Can’t even forcibly breech it manually. It’d be impossible without destroying it.” He continues on. “But more than that. That thing is being kept alive by sheer will alone. Crazy isn’t it? That will is the fuel to its fire. Because by all means, that’s a corpse sitting in there now. But what any of you have seen well..” He puts a piece of wood to

Shiro already misses that ship. Space is the most peaceful place to exist. Seeing that the ship spins to make its pace between systems ten times faster made her forget everything for a moment. She’s still fascinated by every and each different kind of travel. But now she’s in a fancy flying car. Sitting there with her arms crossed and her hair has gotten a little mopy. She leans against the window that’s fogging up from humidity and, more rain. She’s dreading each moment this thing moves. When it lands, there’s a feeling colder than ice with each breath. Anticipation at its finest. .. His body convulses from a wave of shivers. Those kind of sensory nerves are back online, if you’d call them that. Amongst the puttering showers is the boarder of the late night city, Atlantis. A place flat and ranging from coat to waters. Nothing but deep blue glass towers that cut into cloud and sky. At the edge is a vehicle parking from air to ground, blowing away a wash of water. He

It’s a silent arrival. Jungle rains patter against massive swirling trees and foliage. At least here, he feels as big as a normal person among the trees. DOG’s giant claws gently step onto roots and stems of ancient flora. Desaturated verdancy surround him when he wishes to see the ground. When exiting his larger body, it leans over, moving over metals and softer films to allow him exit. He felt the detachment. Something wriggled back from his neck. It’s a cold metal, flat but spinal. It takes a moment to get used to his new form of sight. He blinks. Everything feels refreshed.. but a echo of dread calls out to him from former memory. He feels that spinal snake thing from his neck. It’s apart of him now, this link. He pulls on it and it stretches out to where he can see it. There’s a sharp blade at its end. Small rows of ports embedded. It’s inner cord is soft, flesh like, red. But something notifies him of all material components as well as purpose, function. A neural link