Broken hunger
Every Human in Galaxy has its own enhanced DNA with several varmint attributes and characteristics, but that is only the tip of the iceberg. What makes any tribe capable of thriving in the toxic wasteland is. The nanites. These electronic nanoparticles were developed thousands of years ago, and like everyone and everything else had developed, expanded, and evolved into a part of any human being. Enhancing our DNA capability almost near old legends about superheroes.
But Nanites aren't an infinite source, they are like blood finite. And no single human can survive without them as everything is radioactive for human cells without The nanites protecting them.
Lost in this forsaken place who knows where you will restocking food.
Still, you need the weapons.
You focused on the task at hand as you were taught were still being a cub, so many years ago in your first training course.
Then you bear on of your sharp claws to as gently as you can, cut your wrist on the right spot.
A throbbing sensation emanates from the wound, making all the surroundings become blurry, almost if all colours are being drawn from the room.
"I am to hurry up." You step towards the humming pissed robot like you were some sort of Toreador while pointing your wrist to their head control. Soon a flash of light comes from it. Then silence.
"Ahhhh... "
You kiss the floor grabbing your own hand, and with that allowing the wound to be healed.
The robot remains silently, as your own nanites destroy it internally causing a critical malfunction.
But at least now you have your own means to defend yourself.
But Nanites aren't an infinite source, they are like blood finite. And no single human can survive without them as everything is radioactive for human cells without The nanites protecting them.
Lost in this forsaken place who knows where you will restocking food.
Still, you need the weapons.
You focused on the task at hand as you were taught were still being a cub, so many years ago in your first training course.
Then you bear on of your sharp claws to as gently as you can, cut your wrist on the right spot.
A throbbing sensation emanates from the wound, making all the surroundings become blurry, almost if all colours are being drawn from the room.
"I am to hurry up." You step towards the humming pissed robot like you were some sort of Toreador while pointing your wrist to their head control. Soon a flash of light comes from it. Then silence.
"Ahhhh... "
You kiss the floor grabbing your own hand, and with that allowing the wound to be healed.
The robot remains silently, as your own nanites destroy it internally causing a critical malfunction.
But at least now you have your own means to defend yourself.