The Ctan
09-10-2005, 20:04
Fëanor Palace, Vinyatírion, Menelmacar
The room where ‘Nascia’ was held was a particularly special place, many floors beneath the surface, far away from the glittering spires and vaulted buildings known to visitors, under a warren of labyrinthine corridors that were constantly guarded. This was where the Elentári kept some of the more bizarre things that fell into her possession.
One such ‘item’ was the body of a ‘dark eldar’ of the cabal that had once destroyed the nation of ‘Raem.’ Her name, or rather, the name of the person she was a duplicate of, was Rath Nascia le’Mieka. Not a functioning duplicate, to be sure.
The seemingly young woman’s body was flawless, after a fashion. By the standards of her race, she was heavily built, which of course, translated to actually being very thin, if wiry by most standards. Of course, it was considerably less muscular than the original Nascia had been as although sophisticated systems kept her muscles exercised to a certain degree, they had not been designed to make her build the physique for combat she had previously had.
The actual procedure used to clone this copy had been developed long ago by the Necrontyr, in their endless battle to defeat the bizarre and multitudinous flaws in their bodies. The procedure had last been significantly improved by a famous, in his time, biologist called Vincas Rane, he had integrated procedures for making consciously controlled musculature develop properly in growth.
More importantly however, than this trivial physical growth, was the opportunity to revive the mind of the subject, something that had been carefully… purloined by Mephet’ran at the time of death. The cloning procedure of course, was carefully enhanced to make the brain of the subject a blank, without even ever having started simple autonomic functions, regulated by machine. This allowed for a ‘smooth imprint’ of the original organism’s memories and thoughts onto the duplicate, while removing any development of an inherent consciousness that would need to be overwritten.
This complicated procedure of mind-transfer would however, make one wonder if the duplicate was truly the same as the original, if for example, the duplicate had the ‘soul’ of the original. This of course, would depend on how one defined the soul, to the eldar, the answer would probably be ‘no.’ To others, the answers would doubtless vary.
But such mind-transfer was indeed taking place on the body, carefully locked down by wrists, ankles and waist on the slightly padded table, and covered only in a thin sheet of white silk. As she rested face up on the table in a drug induced coma, various complex machineries wrote her mind, pushing her towards rebirth…
Mephet’ran, Star-God and immortal lord of the Necrontyr Empire, sat at the bottom of the bed, and waited for the process to finish, and for the duplicate to wake, drumming his fingers idly on the armrest of his chair and reading, far slower than he had to, a book entitled ‘The Care and Feeding of Eldar.” - it wasn’t clear precisely where he’d found that one…
The room where ‘Nascia’ was held was a particularly special place, many floors beneath the surface, far away from the glittering spires and vaulted buildings known to visitors, under a warren of labyrinthine corridors that were constantly guarded. This was where the Elentári kept some of the more bizarre things that fell into her possession.
One such ‘item’ was the body of a ‘dark eldar’ of the cabal that had once destroyed the nation of ‘Raem.’ Her name, or rather, the name of the person she was a duplicate of, was Rath Nascia le’Mieka. Not a functioning duplicate, to be sure.
The seemingly young woman’s body was flawless, after a fashion. By the standards of her race, she was heavily built, which of course, translated to actually being very thin, if wiry by most standards. Of course, it was considerably less muscular than the original Nascia had been as although sophisticated systems kept her muscles exercised to a certain degree, they had not been designed to make her build the physique for combat she had previously had.
The actual procedure used to clone this copy had been developed long ago by the Necrontyr, in their endless battle to defeat the bizarre and multitudinous flaws in their bodies. The procedure had last been significantly improved by a famous, in his time, biologist called Vincas Rane, he had integrated procedures for making consciously controlled musculature develop properly in growth.
More importantly however, than this trivial physical growth, was the opportunity to revive the mind of the subject, something that had been carefully… purloined by Mephet’ran at the time of death. The cloning procedure of course, was carefully enhanced to make the brain of the subject a blank, without even ever having started simple autonomic functions, regulated by machine. This allowed for a ‘smooth imprint’ of the original organism’s memories and thoughts onto the duplicate, while removing any development of an inherent consciousness that would need to be overwritten.
This complicated procedure of mind-transfer would however, make one wonder if the duplicate was truly the same as the original, if for example, the duplicate had the ‘soul’ of the original. This of course, would depend on how one defined the soul, to the eldar, the answer would probably be ‘no.’ To others, the answers would doubtless vary.
But such mind-transfer was indeed taking place on the body, carefully locked down by wrists, ankles and waist on the slightly padded table, and covered only in a thin sheet of white silk. As she rested face up on the table in a drug induced coma, various complex machineries wrote her mind, pushing her towards rebirth…
Mephet’ran, Star-God and immortal lord of the Necrontyr Empire, sat at the bottom of the bed, and waited for the process to finish, and for the duplicate to wake, drumming his fingers idly on the armrest of his chair and reading, far slower than he had to, a book entitled ‘The Care and Feeding of Eldar.” - it wasn’t clear precisely where he’d found that one…