The Necro-Omar
29-01-2005, 02:20
His metal feet clanked against the smooth metal floor. He was at full speed now running with all his might. He kept looping a message in his head to motivate him.
If we lose him, we lose it all.
Why weren’t his legs moving faster? Did he need an upgrade?
*System check. No problems found
Reminder: You are of the Medical caste*
So I see.
After running another 20 feet he finally came across the room number he was looking for. Before he opened the door his scanners read the title for him
Room 6254673, Nevar Hatfield
“Doctor help him now!” He set his eyes upon his beloved leader. He was going into spasms. It was taking 3 members of the warrior caste to hold him down.
“What is the problem?!?”
“We don’t know! He just started shaking and vomiting out nanites!”
“Nanites? What does his diagnostic screen say?”
“We haven’t been able to access it. That’s why we called you.”
It took five minutes for him to get the back plate open. He hacked into his leader’s mind and felt the pain there. Images were flying around inside. Words seemed to be revolving around some sphere. As he went deeper into Nevar’s mind he was shocked to find all the central memory was missing.
Where is it?
*Central memory found
Rotating around sphere*
The doctor walked toward this anomaly that was 5 stories high. His vision was being blackened out by the swirling words. He crept closer and closer. Finally he reached the sphere itself. It was one program. It had a simple enough program file name: “Last thought.”
“Docter are you alright?”
“Y-yes. I’m fine.”
“What is the problem?”
“I don’t know. All I know was his last thought triggered some kind of malfunction.”
“Was there a copy of it?”
“Yes.”
“Well what was his last thought?!?”
“It was us all along. It was us all along.”
And with the ending of the last syllable in along Nevar Hatfield’s chest exploded into a combination of metal and sickening green goo. The Doctor watched in horror as his leader, the man who had brought their people out of the blackness of space, the man who had promised them the redemption of the children of Green Moon. Was this the end?
If we lose him, we lose it all.
Why weren’t his legs moving faster? Did he need an upgrade?
*System check. No problems found
Reminder: You are of the Medical caste*
So I see.
After running another 20 feet he finally came across the room number he was looking for. Before he opened the door his scanners read the title for him
Room 6254673, Nevar Hatfield
“Doctor help him now!” He set his eyes upon his beloved leader. He was going into spasms. It was taking 3 members of the warrior caste to hold him down.
“What is the problem?!?”
“We don’t know! He just started shaking and vomiting out nanites!”
“Nanites? What does his diagnostic screen say?”
“We haven’t been able to access it. That’s why we called you.”
It took five minutes for him to get the back plate open. He hacked into his leader’s mind and felt the pain there. Images were flying around inside. Words seemed to be revolving around some sphere. As he went deeper into Nevar’s mind he was shocked to find all the central memory was missing.
Where is it?
*Central memory found
Rotating around sphere*
The doctor walked toward this anomaly that was 5 stories high. His vision was being blackened out by the swirling words. He crept closer and closer. Finally he reached the sphere itself. It was one program. It had a simple enough program file name: “Last thought.”
“Docter are you alright?”
“Y-yes. I’m fine.”
“What is the problem?”
“I don’t know. All I know was his last thought triggered some kind of malfunction.”
“Was there a copy of it?”
“Yes.”
“Well what was his last thought?!?”
“It was us all along. It was us all along.”
And with the ending of the last syllable in along Nevar Hatfield’s chest exploded into a combination of metal and sickening green goo. The Doctor watched in horror as his leader, the man who had brought their people out of the blackness of space, the man who had promised them the redemption of the children of Green Moon. Was this the end?