I'm BAAAAAACK! finally, school is over and i can get back to work! No more high school for me, I'm a damn graduate! xD It's been a long time coming, and finally the sequel to Vocaloid Chronicles is here! It takes place about 2 years or so after the end of Vocaloid Chronicles. I have A LOT (mostly comedy) planned for this story, i hope all of you who found my humble little tale while browsing through enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I hate these... hey, anybody new wanna give this a shot?
IA: I do!
Rocketman182: Shhh! nobody knows you're here yet!
IA: Fuck!
Rocketman182: I don't own the Vocaloids, now get back in the story IA!
IA: Sorry!
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V-Music Revolution!
Ch. 1
Operational Status
*2 years after the events of Vocaloid Chronicles*
*A door to a dark operating room opened up into a small waiting room. Dr. Fujiki Ayatoba and two lab assistants were waiting patiently. Ayatoba wore a tan suit, but apart from that he looked rather disheveled. The doctor and head surgeon responsible for overseeing the operations walked through the door with grins on their faces.*
Ayatoba: *Stands up* How did it go?
Surgeon: Very well. There were no complications this time, unlike a few of the others. I have no idea where you found all of these volunteers, but they truly a bunch of brave souls. This new third generation apparatus was untried and untested; many of the subjects were minors even!
Doctor: Regardless, the operations were a huge success. Some hair pigment and eye color variations resulted and a few vocal cord pitch shifts, but nothing serious except in subjects 2, 7, and 10.
Ayatoba: What happened! I thought the apparatus was safe!
Surgeon: Yes, we thought so as well, but it WAS untested. Your eagerness to have this done is the only thing to blame for this. The affected subject's bodies are slowly rejecting the implants. It may be due to miscalibrated neural interfaces, but it's impossible to tell right now.
Ayatoba: that is not good... Wait! I can remotely recalibrate the interfaces with a few calculated bursts of radiation; I had to do it once already with one of the original apparatuses.
Doctor: I suppose it's worth a try. *calls over three gurneys with staff* please wheel subjects 2, 7, and 10 into the radiology wing, and tell Dr. Takahashi to ready the radiation therapy machines. He should be in his office.
Ayatoba: Thank you, Doctor.
Doctor: *Turns back to face Ayatoba* not a problem; I have a vested interest in this procedure producing no casualties.
Ayatoba: And what would that interest be?
Doctor: No casualties in a major breakthrough operation with untested tech; imagine the raise I'm going to get after this!
Ayatoba: So much for altruism it seems...
Surgeon: We should do this sooner than later, gentlemen.
Ayatoba: Right.
*The three men walk to the radiology wing where the three subjects were sedated on three tables. Ayatoba approached the first table which held on top subject 2*
Doctor: According to the chart, this girl's name is SeeU. Poor thing, i remember when she first came in for the operation. So full of life, this one...
Surgeon: A rare show of sentimentality, how unlike you, doctor...
Doctor: I'm not as cold and calculated as you two make me out to be.
Ayatoba: A discussion for later. Right now these three are in deteriorating condition. So let's see... Ah yes, the other two are the twins. I hand selected these ones. Ring Suzune and Lui Hibiki, if I recall correctly.
Surgeon: *Calls in radiology department head* Dr. Ayatoba, this is Dr. Furakawa. He will be assisting you.
Ayatoba: Very well, let's get this over with as quickly and cleanly as possible.
*Scene Change*
*Back in the recovery room, the rest of the successful subjects lay either sleeping or anxiously awaiting the news about their newfound friends. One of the older girls who signed onto the procedure, Cul, managed to sit up, but felt a twinge of pain in her side as she did.*
Cul: Shit... Miku did say that would happen I guess... Aw hell, I gotta piss.
Nurse: *Walks over to Cul* Do you need any assistance?
Cul: I gotta piss.
Nurse: Um... Alright... I'll get the supervisor...
Cul: Listen lady, it's not rocket science. Just lift me off this damned bed.
*Another subject sat up, and turned toward Cul. Her name was Aoki Lapis, a younger girl who also signed up for the project.*
Aoki: Cul, you shouldn't be so rude...
Cul: Aw, hell Aoki. First SeeU says something and now you? I'm not that big of an ass!
*A third subject sat up on his bed. He was about the same age as Aoki, perhaps a bit younger. His name was Oliver, a boy from Britan who won a position in the project for his remarkable singing abilities.*
Oliver: C-Cul, you should relax... Your cuts will reopen if you don't calm yourself down... *falls back asleep.*
Cul: I- ah, whatever. I just don't like being cooped up in this place. It's been a week already, shouldn't they have installed some kind of rapid healing device while they were fishing around in my guts? I guess I'm going a little stir crazy...
Aoki: I don't think the technology's quite there yet, Cul. And yes, it's starting to get pretty stuffy in here...
Cul: Ain't that the truth
Nurse: Alright Cul, let's get this over with...
-Scene Change-
*Back at the Vocaloid Mansion*
*Everything was oddly quiet; a rare occurrence. Most were either in their rooms, asleep, or relaxing in their own personal corner somewhere. However, Miku Hatsune was not one of those people. Lately she had been worried over the upcoming second concert tour in America and Europe. It was going to put a strain on her body, no question. But after the series of "upgrades" Ayatoba had them all undergo, she wasn't in the best condition.*
Miku: *Sigh* I wonder where Kaito is, he always seems to be able to calm me down...
*Suddenly she notices another presence in the room. It was Neru Akita, likely the LAST person Miku wanted to see right now.*
Neru: Talking to yourself again?
Miku: Oh, just shut up.
Neru: Woah, number 1 princess wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?
Miku: I just have a lot on my mind right now, ok?
Neru: Well, lucky you; I'm in a charitable mood. What's up?
Miku: *Heavy sarcasm* Oh, how very gracious of you...
Neru: Now I'm just curious. C'mon, spit it out.
Miku: Fine, whatever. I've had that concert and those upgrades in my head all day.
Neru: Well it'll please you to know they fucked me up pretty good. Until I get my voice box recalibrated, I'm gonna keep switching back and forth between a really high pitched voice and my normal voice... *voice changes to squeaky, high pitched version*Damn!
Miku: *Laughs* That really does suck! Speaking of the upgrades, have you heard anything new about the V3s?
Neru: *Voice shifts back* Yeah, I was wondering if you'd be interested in that. The last major operations are complete, but SeeU, Ring, and Lui's bodies are rejecting the implants.
Miku: WHAT! We need to get down there right away!
Neru: Why? They'll be fine; they've got the best medical care in all of eastern Asia. It's not like we could do anything.
Miku: Those are our friends, Neru!
Neru: No, TWO of them are YOUR friends. And one of the others might be Luka's cousin. But, that's about it.
Miku: We're going. Now.
Neru: Fuck that!
Miku: *Glares at her with the fury of a thousand angry pop divas*
Neru: If I'm going, you're gonna have to physically drag me there.
Miku: Len must the patience of a saint... *Grabs Neru by her shirt collar and drags her, kicking and screaming the whole way, to the Crypton corporation's van they let Miku borrow. Miku had finally turned 18, so she could now drive whenever and wherever the hell she pleased.*
Neru: I fuckin hate you.
Miku: Suck it up, princess. Get in the car.
-Scene change-
*Back in the hospital*
*Another V3 subject had woken up and was feeling healed enough to move around a bit. She had a name, but everyone called her IA. She sat up out of her hospital bed, the familiar twinge of pain still present, and stepped onto the cold floor.*
IA: Jeeze, you'd think they'd give you socks or something...
Cul: Yeah, you never really get used to it. How are you feeling?
IA: I'm alright I guess, but I've been incredibly thirsty lately.
Cul: Yeah, me too. I think it's close to dinner time; has your appetite come back to you yet?
IA: Not really, things still hurt a lot. At least I'm walking though, right?
Cul: that's true. I guess it's not nearly as bad as Miku and the others had it though...
IA: I'm still not clear on exactly what happened. Since you seem to know what you're talking about, how about you fill me in.
Cul: I probably shouldn't...
IA: Please!
Cul: Alright, well, this is Miku's version so take it with a grain of salt, alright? Basically they were all involved in a terrible accident, and they were all going to die. Then Dr. Ayatoba showed up with an experimental set of cybernetic stuff he was developing to turn ordinary people into amazing singers. Basically he had the cybernetics implanted in them to repair the damage from the accident.
IA: Wow... That's crazy!
Cul: Tell me about it. I had to listen to that story like six times...
Unknown: However, that is precisely what happened.
*Cul and IA turned around as Dr. Ayatoba walked into the room.*
Ayatoba: That story Miku told you was entirely true.
*Both girls were awestruck, mostly at the fact the Miku didn't exaggerate as usual.*
IA: So... We're round 2?
Ayatoba: *laughs* not quite. You are the result of the finished project. As a matter of fact, the systems implanted in you right now are substantially less than what the others received two and a half years ago. You didn't have any serious injuries prior to the operation so all you have is the cybernetic vocal and perception apparatus. To be technical, you actually have the third-generation "VOCALOID 3" Model A7-Delta Cybernetic Enhancement Package.
Cul: Thats a bit wordy...
Ayatoba: We just call it V3.
IA: That's a lot easier...
Atatoba: We thought so too. Now the three with the medical issues will be returning to this room soon, so try to keep quiet.
IA & Cul: Sure thing.
*Ayatoba walked out of the recovery wing quickly to avoid having to explain details.*
-Scene Change-
*Back at the Vocaloid mansion*
*Lily walked into the living room where she thought Miku and Neru ought to have been. It was empty, but a small note was left on the coffee table.*
Lily: Well well, what do we have here? *reads note* Aw, what the fuck! We had a recording in 30 minutes you teal haired little bastard!
-End Ch. 1-
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Well, it starts a bit slow but things will definitely be picking up shortly. Please R&R!
