Hay guys Gamer here and finally chapter 2 is up. (YAY!) I forgot to do an A/N last chapter so sorry about that ^_^
Anyway on with the story!
BIRTH AND CREATION - DIFFERENT ENOUGH TO BE THE SAME
CHAPTER 2 : THE BEGINNING
I open my eyes slowly, and am immediately blinded by a bright light. Christ! I'm dead! I never believed that bullshit about the bright light, but here it is! I blink rapidly, and slowly my vision returns. Wait a minute ... I'm in a glass chamber, and I can't move! What the hell's going on here? I strain my eyes to see as much as I can, and as I observe my surroundings I realise I'm in some kind of lab.
"Ah, you're awake!" says a voice belonging to a figure moving into my line of vision. The man wears a white lab coat over a brown suit and tie. He has short brown hair and a wide smile and his name tag reads "S Cawthon". He looks a bit like Mr Bean in a school principal kind of way.
"Let me get that for you", he says, as he walks over to a control panel, pushes a few buttons and releases my restraints. I manage to sit up, and I'm astonished to find no gunshot wounds or scars beneath the hospital gown I find myself wearing.
I bash my fist against the glass hard enough to make Cawthon jump. "What's going on here? Where the hell am I?" I shout in frustration.
Cawthon gives me a reassuring look and says, "now, now, no need to get angry. I'll explain soon enou ..."
"Oh no! You are going to explain right fucking now!" I shout, banging my fists against the glass so hard it cracks.
"Okay, okay" Cawthon says, "let me get you out first". He pushes another button on the console, the chamber opens and I climb out, but as my feet hit the ground I hear a hell of a clang. I look at my feet and they look fine. "What was that?" I ask.
Cawthon smiles and says, "you wouldn't believe me if I told you".
I have to punch his face in! I lift my arm and scream at him, "I swear, you better start talking or I'll ..." but I'm interrupted by a strange whirring sound coming from my own arm! I look at my arm and I absolutely cannot believe what I'm seeing! My elbow is gone, replaced by a metallic joint! What the ... wait, what? My wrists too!
I stumble backwards, both arms held out in front of me, staring at my hands. "What have you done to me?"
"Now calm down and listen to me, Max. When you arrived here years ago, you were a mess, really, a gore-bag, if you will", he said.
"Years ago? Exactly how long have I been out?"
"Twenty years", Cawthon smiles sympathetically.
"What?" I shout in surprise. "Two decades? No way!"
"Oh yes", he says. "Like I said, when you arrived here back in 1987, you were a real mess. We had you on ice for 8 years because we didn't have the technology to patch you up until 1995. When we were eventually able to get to work on you, it took us 12 years to put you back together. And now, my boy, you have to learn how to operate properly.
"What the hell does that mean?" I say, confusion all over my face.
Cawthon straightened his back, folded his arms, looked me in the eyes and said, "you are a product of Project Re-Birth conducted here at Cawthon Labs and Bio-Engineering. I own this esteemed establishment and you, son, have been re-created, given life ... with a few add-ons, of course".
"That doesn't answer my question, asshole!" I shout at him, clanging and whirring as I stomp around, throwing my arms in the air.
Cawthon face palms and says in exasperation, "good God, boy! You're an android! Your internal organs have been replaced by machines; your lungs are air filters; your heart is a pulse fusion generator; your nervous system is a sensor system and your blood is oil. But it gets better than that. You see, your arms are adaptable, they can become swords, machine guns, shotguns - you literally have an arsenal up your sleeve, and right now we need to teach you how to use it. Do you understand now, son?"
I'm stunned, and all I manage is to stutter, "wait, wha-what?".
"Don't make me repeat myself Max", Cawthon says, "there's work to do". He turns on his heels, marches over to the intercom and barks, "hey, Jeremy, Max is up and about. Come and take him off my hands, would ya?"
With that, the mad scientist exits the lab and I'm left entirely alone. This is nuts! I have got to be dreaming, there's no way this could be happening!
Suddenly the door opens and in walks a middle-aged man, hand outstretched. My arm whirrs as I grip his hand, which he shakes vigorously as he says, "nice to finally meet you, Max. I'm Jeremy Fitzgerald, tech-exec, and I'm going to teach you how to operate. All your mods are perfectly safe and sound and you'll get the hang of them in no time. Once we're all happy, you're free to go".
How was that?! And yes another cliff-hanger! Wahahahaha! Don't worry chapter 3 will be up next week. And with that Gamer guy out! (poof)
