Disclaimer´s still the same.. I don´t own Andromeda.but´s mine idea.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~MY DECISION~~ by Lila ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You really think you're a genius, don't you?" Harper knew at that very moment he did a big mistake. 'Shh.!' he thought, 'why can't I just shut up sometimes.simple.because this stupid Uber had no idea what he was talking about,' he lifted his head in time to see the big hand of a Nietzschean come into view and grasp his throat. His master lifted him without any trouble from his feet and pushed. Some gurgled noises came out from his mouth and as he tried to breath he realized he couldn't. In an attempt to draw in air, he felt the muscles on his chest stretch. But nothing happened. A cruel smile crossed his masters' face as he saw this: "Let's see how much knowledge you really can bear." He snarled. With that he threw the little, defenceless human away. Harper saw the wall racing up on him; he connected hard and lost consciousness immediately.
The next time he opened his eyes he found himself laying on a stretcher, in a cold, sterile, white room. His head pounded but at the same time he felt somehow light-headed. He was quivering and as his glance moved down his body he knew why. They had taken his clothes. He now only wore his Cargo's. He could feel the panic rise at this, and the fact that he was bound. Tight metal-cuffs held his wrists and legs down and scraped his flesh. 'Not good, Harper, not good,' his mind screamed. He could feel his heart racing and knew that he was starting to hyperventilate. With calm deep breaths he forced the speed of his oxygen-intakes to slow down. It worked partly, the panic still sat close but he had succeeded to suppress it.
As to confirm his theory that nothing was good, the door opened and his master entered the scene. He grinned maniacally. "I see Cinderella has awoken. I'm happy to tell you that we'll start in the next hour."
'START!!' he could feel all alarm-bells went off. 'What's to start.' he asked himself panicked. "Don't be afraid.after what we going to do to you, you'll be smart.as smart as you claim to be. I mean, if you survive the operation." He let his words sink in. "If you're still alive and you're not a vegetable, I'll feed you with data, ohhh, I'll give you the honour and do it all by myself.believe me, you'll beg me to give you back your former self, to know nothing about how the universe works. But these times will be gone." he explained to Harper coldly.
'Operation!' Without the possibility to do anything about it panic grabbed him again. Harper felt his breathing increase rapidly, but wasn't able to calm it. He was even more terrified as the room started to spin around him, the lights getting brighter and he could make out dark dots in his vision. 'I can't breath. I can't-.' He felt someone slap him hard.
"You'll not dare to faint when I'm talking to you. Open your eyes!" his master yelled. Harper obeyed. The slap had helped him to get his senses back. His breathing was still laboured but at least he wasn't about to black out. He stared at his master, eyes opened wide, as the Nietzschean went into further details: "I got the permission to make you my own experiment. We'll give you a cerebral implant. If you survive, I'll start level two of this experiment. I'll feed you with knowledge; we'll test the human brain and try to find out HOW much knowledge a kludge can bear before he loses his sanity.
'They wanted to give me a cerebral-implant? This Nietzsche-guy must be joking.no mudfoot had ever gotten an Interface-tool. They would mess with his brain.'
Harper spoke for the first time: "If I really survive it, I'll use every ounce of knowledge against you damn Nietzsche-brood!!!" he spat. But he knew it was more his attempt to fight the panic then a threat. His master seemed to come to the same conclusion, because he grinned a last time and then turned and barked:
"Hestos! He's ready!" The door opened almost immediately and four Nietzscheans with strange looking tools came in. At the sight of these Harper finally lost his self-control. He started to trash on the stretcher, as pure will would loosen his bounds.
"NOOO! Let go of me! NOOOOOOO" he bit at the person who started to push his head back on the stretcher with force. But nothing helped; he could hear a buckle snap and even now his head was attached to the stretcher. A small whimper escaped as he realized that he was absolutely helpless in the hands of the enemy.
One of the Nietzscheans injected him with a Hypo-Spray at the crook of his neck and seconds later he felt the effects of whatever they gave him. He couldn't use his voice and it started to get difficult to breath. He tried to move but his limbs didn't follow his will. At the moment his eyes closed pure hysteria forced them open again, only to see a Nietzschean insert a probe into his mouth. He could feel the plastic move down his throat. He knew he would have retched if his reflexes had worked. His vision grew smaller again, and he noticed that the voices in the operation-room started drift away. Eventually a deep blackness surrounded him. He had a floating feeling. No! He felt himself fall. Deeper and deeper into the darkness.
Cautiously he opened his eyes. The only thing he could see was bright light. Then he heard a voice: "Come with me, Seamus!" He didn't know what had happened nor who called him. He only knew, this place was a tick too bright. Sharp light. As he slowly lifted his head he saw them. Near by, two forms stood and watched him. The first one a shadow, circled from electricity and scary red eyes. The other one, a white, glimmering sphere. She floated about 10 inches above the ground, and he could feel warmth and security seeping from her.
"Come with me, Seamus!" It was the shadow that spoke. "Who.who.are you?" the boy asked.
"I'm you. And you are me. If you're gone. I will be." The dark one answered. That confused the youngster.
"What.what do you mean with that?" he cautiously asked. The form was silent for a moment to think of an explanation.
"I'm your pure energy. The energy from everything you lived through. The fright, the angst, the death, the hunger, the hatred, the rage. Because they decided to give you a cerebral port, you dove deep into your inner self. To me. To free me. To let me into your world."
The sphere slightly started to move up and down. "Seamus, you have to know, it's your decision. You'll decide who will go back into your world. I'm too weak to stop him, or to help you. But I know you'll do the right thing."
Harper could feel how the consistence of the sphere changed as the dark one touched her. "Be quiet. He'll make the only decision that will make sense. I'll give him power. Power, he never had. Are you ready to die, Seamus?"
The boy watched in shock. "Die! Me?! No Nietzschean will be able to kill me... I'm almost 18. I survived my family. I learned. I'm smarter than most of the mudfoot's. And for what? To die now? Sorry pal, but I gonna leave this planet. I know that I'll succeed. It will be ME who'll see this hellhole and says: "Hey you Ubers. Bite me!"
The black one didn't seemed happy with his answer, because he started to move closer. Harper felt the short hairs at his neck stand on end; it was as if this being changed air into electricity.
"Seamus... wake up... you know you'll never leave earth. Let me be you. And I'll kick Nietzschean asses. I'll take vengeance for mankind." the being was now in front of him and touched him. At that touch Harper started to scream. Never had he felt something so strange and yet so known at the same time. He wound his way out of the embrace the black one held him prisoner and yelled.
"Nooooooo! Neeevvveerrrr!" With a jerk he pulled away from the dark figure, that's what he thought. And at that moment the white light around him faded away. He felt something drag him. Saw his feet loosing ground. Felt himself be pulled on a roller coaster ride upwards. He could hear voices and for a short moment the world turned into total blackness. Then the fog lifted and he opened his eyes. His gaze met with the cold eyes of a Nietzschean.
"Welcome home, kludge!"
He felt someone out of his vision work on the side of his neck. He heard a short hissing and felt incredible pain as this someone pulled out the jack of his cerebral port. This caused his conscious to withdraw again.
A short time later
The room was vacated. Just one little figure was lying on the stretcher, still bound. It started suddenly and no one saw the computers starting to go crazy. Hardware deleted itself and the air seemed to move, as if the room was filled with electricity. Fog followed and a shadow started to appear. Small electrical bolts circled the dark figure. Time passed as he watched the unconscious boy. Then he silently spoke: "We'll meet again. Seamus. I'll give you food for your energy. And when the time is right, I'll come back and unite with my other half, and the victory will be mine."
With this whispered words, the shadow faded.
Two weeks later the cruellest attack of the Magog began.
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To be continued.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~MY DECISION~~ by Lila ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You really think you're a genius, don't you?" Harper knew at that very moment he did a big mistake. 'Shh.!' he thought, 'why can't I just shut up sometimes.simple.because this stupid Uber had no idea what he was talking about,' he lifted his head in time to see the big hand of a Nietzschean come into view and grasp his throat. His master lifted him without any trouble from his feet and pushed. Some gurgled noises came out from his mouth and as he tried to breath he realized he couldn't. In an attempt to draw in air, he felt the muscles on his chest stretch. But nothing happened. A cruel smile crossed his masters' face as he saw this: "Let's see how much knowledge you really can bear." He snarled. With that he threw the little, defenceless human away. Harper saw the wall racing up on him; he connected hard and lost consciousness immediately.
The next time he opened his eyes he found himself laying on a stretcher, in a cold, sterile, white room. His head pounded but at the same time he felt somehow light-headed. He was quivering and as his glance moved down his body he knew why. They had taken his clothes. He now only wore his Cargo's. He could feel the panic rise at this, and the fact that he was bound. Tight metal-cuffs held his wrists and legs down and scraped his flesh. 'Not good, Harper, not good,' his mind screamed. He could feel his heart racing and knew that he was starting to hyperventilate. With calm deep breaths he forced the speed of his oxygen-intakes to slow down. It worked partly, the panic still sat close but he had succeeded to suppress it.
As to confirm his theory that nothing was good, the door opened and his master entered the scene. He grinned maniacally. "I see Cinderella has awoken. I'm happy to tell you that we'll start in the next hour."
'START!!' he could feel all alarm-bells went off. 'What's to start.' he asked himself panicked. "Don't be afraid.after what we going to do to you, you'll be smart.as smart as you claim to be. I mean, if you survive the operation." He let his words sink in. "If you're still alive and you're not a vegetable, I'll feed you with data, ohhh, I'll give you the honour and do it all by myself.believe me, you'll beg me to give you back your former self, to know nothing about how the universe works. But these times will be gone." he explained to Harper coldly.
'Operation!' Without the possibility to do anything about it panic grabbed him again. Harper felt his breathing increase rapidly, but wasn't able to calm it. He was even more terrified as the room started to spin around him, the lights getting brighter and he could make out dark dots in his vision. 'I can't breath. I can't-.' He felt someone slap him hard.
"You'll not dare to faint when I'm talking to you. Open your eyes!" his master yelled. Harper obeyed. The slap had helped him to get his senses back. His breathing was still laboured but at least he wasn't about to black out. He stared at his master, eyes opened wide, as the Nietzschean went into further details: "I got the permission to make you my own experiment. We'll give you a cerebral implant. If you survive, I'll start level two of this experiment. I'll feed you with knowledge; we'll test the human brain and try to find out HOW much knowledge a kludge can bear before he loses his sanity.
'They wanted to give me a cerebral-implant? This Nietzsche-guy must be joking.no mudfoot had ever gotten an Interface-tool. They would mess with his brain.'
Harper spoke for the first time: "If I really survive it, I'll use every ounce of knowledge against you damn Nietzsche-brood!!!" he spat. But he knew it was more his attempt to fight the panic then a threat. His master seemed to come to the same conclusion, because he grinned a last time and then turned and barked:
"Hestos! He's ready!" The door opened almost immediately and four Nietzscheans with strange looking tools came in. At the sight of these Harper finally lost his self-control. He started to trash on the stretcher, as pure will would loosen his bounds.
"NOOO! Let go of me! NOOOOOOO" he bit at the person who started to push his head back on the stretcher with force. But nothing helped; he could hear a buckle snap and even now his head was attached to the stretcher. A small whimper escaped as he realized that he was absolutely helpless in the hands of the enemy.
One of the Nietzscheans injected him with a Hypo-Spray at the crook of his neck and seconds later he felt the effects of whatever they gave him. He couldn't use his voice and it started to get difficult to breath. He tried to move but his limbs didn't follow his will. At the moment his eyes closed pure hysteria forced them open again, only to see a Nietzschean insert a probe into his mouth. He could feel the plastic move down his throat. He knew he would have retched if his reflexes had worked. His vision grew smaller again, and he noticed that the voices in the operation-room started drift away. Eventually a deep blackness surrounded him. He had a floating feeling. No! He felt himself fall. Deeper and deeper into the darkness.
Cautiously he opened his eyes. The only thing he could see was bright light. Then he heard a voice: "Come with me, Seamus!" He didn't know what had happened nor who called him. He only knew, this place was a tick too bright. Sharp light. As he slowly lifted his head he saw them. Near by, two forms stood and watched him. The first one a shadow, circled from electricity and scary red eyes. The other one, a white, glimmering sphere. She floated about 10 inches above the ground, and he could feel warmth and security seeping from her.
"Come with me, Seamus!" It was the shadow that spoke. "Who.who.are you?" the boy asked.
"I'm you. And you are me. If you're gone. I will be." The dark one answered. That confused the youngster.
"What.what do you mean with that?" he cautiously asked. The form was silent for a moment to think of an explanation.
"I'm your pure energy. The energy from everything you lived through. The fright, the angst, the death, the hunger, the hatred, the rage. Because they decided to give you a cerebral port, you dove deep into your inner self. To me. To free me. To let me into your world."
The sphere slightly started to move up and down. "Seamus, you have to know, it's your decision. You'll decide who will go back into your world. I'm too weak to stop him, or to help you. But I know you'll do the right thing."
Harper could feel how the consistence of the sphere changed as the dark one touched her. "Be quiet. He'll make the only decision that will make sense. I'll give him power. Power, he never had. Are you ready to die, Seamus?"
The boy watched in shock. "Die! Me?! No Nietzschean will be able to kill me... I'm almost 18. I survived my family. I learned. I'm smarter than most of the mudfoot's. And for what? To die now? Sorry pal, but I gonna leave this planet. I know that I'll succeed. It will be ME who'll see this hellhole and says: "Hey you Ubers. Bite me!"
The black one didn't seemed happy with his answer, because he started to move closer. Harper felt the short hairs at his neck stand on end; it was as if this being changed air into electricity.
"Seamus... wake up... you know you'll never leave earth. Let me be you. And I'll kick Nietzschean asses. I'll take vengeance for mankind." the being was now in front of him and touched him. At that touch Harper started to scream. Never had he felt something so strange and yet so known at the same time. He wound his way out of the embrace the black one held him prisoner and yelled.
"Nooooooo! Neeevvveerrrr!" With a jerk he pulled away from the dark figure, that's what he thought. And at that moment the white light around him faded away. He felt something drag him. Saw his feet loosing ground. Felt himself be pulled on a roller coaster ride upwards. He could hear voices and for a short moment the world turned into total blackness. Then the fog lifted and he opened his eyes. His gaze met with the cold eyes of a Nietzschean.
"Welcome home, kludge!"
He felt someone out of his vision work on the side of his neck. He heard a short hissing and felt incredible pain as this someone pulled out the jack of his cerebral port. This caused his conscious to withdraw again.
A short time later
The room was vacated. Just one little figure was lying on the stretcher, still bound. It started suddenly and no one saw the computers starting to go crazy. Hardware deleted itself and the air seemed to move, as if the room was filled with electricity. Fog followed and a shadow started to appear. Small electrical bolts circled the dark figure. Time passed as he watched the unconscious boy. Then he silently spoke: "We'll meet again. Seamus. I'll give you food for your energy. And when the time is right, I'll come back and unite with my other half, and the victory will be mine."
With this whispered words, the shadow faded.
Two weeks later the cruellest attack of the Magog began.
--------------------------
To be continued.