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, as 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 Kill Fisto really fast.
You focus on the task at hand, as you were taught were you were still kiddo. Probably the only useful lecture you receive in the dojos.
Then you bear on of your sharp claws to as gently as you can, cut your wrist on the right spot carefully not affect your nanowire socket.
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.
Fisto makes stranges noises moving back and forward... Like in pain... No please not more Sam, No more using fisto not more
"Fisto". You say " I never wanted to use you. I could have destroyed If I wanted. I just want to escape this room and discover what the fuck is happening."
He looks at you with his expressionless head, but strangely communicative Then his voice is now friendly and helpful.
"Analysis of routine. Identity unknown. No Imperial record" It stops focusing on analyzing your biological sample.
"DNA 80% matches With a Cat slave. with unknown 20% nanoparticles. You aren't a normal human. Sorry, for the attack my wires and programming have been unattended during 3,000 years.
"Where am I?" you ask first shocked with the whole slave business.
"This is the third class transport vessel Milky Way transporting an ark of genetic samples of all Galaxy to a new Zoo in Andromeda V."
"Wait, there are REAL animal samples from old Earth?"
"345 billions of samples from all the Galaxy From lettuce To flying cats. All prepared to be replicated and produce a viable ecosystem due The CRICKET technology."
Millions of emotions are running through your nerves making impossible for you to remain quiet on the spot, Incredibly, I have the key to a new Galaxy. To stop the meat wars. And a new Golden Age...
But also, It can mean the destruction of everything that you have the knowledge and the Tribal system that avoids the Galaxy goes in a total war.
"Could these seeds be the growth of new hope or the destruction of my entire universe?"
"I don't understand," says Fisto with the curiosity of a child "I have no records of actual Imperial history.
"There is no Empire, it had been destroyed 3,000 years ago." You say as a matter of fact.
"Then Who is your Tribe Masters?"
"Master?" you are so confused, that you gawk there looking at the emptiness. It is so much you don't know.
"As a humanoid created with animal genes in inbreeding labs, you are no legally human, and not under the protection of Human Rights. You have to be a property of some Human or being purged."
You fall in the cold metallic floor of the ship. A waterfall of emotions menacing to tear down your sanity... Slaves! You and your people all tribes come from being cattle and toys to the empire citizens
You grab your own face in conflict. How could your species have forgotten what hell happened?
Rage, and sorrow. So many fascination and admiration for the immense achievements of Your supposed ancestors.
Now, you discover that they were your jailers and...
You were human in their eyes, to begin with...It is a bitter pill to swallow.
Fisto is looking at you surprised and guilty, like had done some bad thing.
"It is not your fault, Fisto. But We didn't know the reality of the empire. Can you please, tell me What's happened here?
"About what happened my memory is deteriorating. I have no more than a few memories in my data bank, and provably reproduce one will mean that my other visual input signals won't be available for view." It stops, remaining in awkward silence. Could it be receiving some kind of online instructions?
"I only know masters started to kill each other to become feral and lost their minds until no one left. Nobody never response any signal. After that emptiness." There is a grim sadness tone in its voice; concerning data coming from a robot. That's not habitual. It's almost like a human or a sentient AI is talking through him, as some kind of avatar.
But Nanites aren't an infinite source, as 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 Kill Fisto really fast.
You focus on the task at hand, as you were taught were you were still kiddo. Probably the only useful lecture you receive in the dojos.
Then you bear on of your sharp claws to as gently as you can, cut your wrist on the right spot carefully not affect your nanowire socket.
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.
Fisto makes stranges noises moving back and forward... Like in pain... No please not more Sam, No more using fisto not more
"Fisto". You say " I never wanted to use you. I could have destroyed If I wanted. I just want to escape this room and discover what the fuck is happening."
He looks at you with his expressionless head, but strangely communicative Then his voice is now friendly and helpful.
"Analysis of routine. Identity unknown. No Imperial record" It stops focusing on analyzing your biological sample.
"DNA 80% matches With a Cat slave. with unknown 20% nanoparticles. You aren't a normal human. Sorry, for the attack my wires and programming have been unattended during 3,000 years.
"Where am I?" you ask first shocked with the whole slave business.
"This is the third class transport vessel Milky Way transporting an ark of genetic samples of all Galaxy to a new Zoo in Andromeda V."
"Wait, there are REAL animal samples from old Earth?"
"345 billions of samples from all the Galaxy From lettuce To flying cats. All prepared to be replicated and produce a viable ecosystem due The CRICKET technology."
Millions of emotions are running through your nerves making impossible for you to remain quiet on the spot, Incredibly, I have the key to a new Galaxy. To stop the meat wars. And a new Golden Age...
But also, It can mean the destruction of everything that you have the knowledge and the Tribal system that avoids the Galaxy goes in a total war.
"Could these seeds be the growth of new hope or the destruction of my entire universe?"
"I don't understand," says Fisto with the curiosity of a child "I have no records of actual Imperial history.
"There is no Empire, it had been destroyed 3,000 years ago." You say as a matter of fact.
"Then Who is your Tribe Masters?"
"Master?" you are so confused, that you gawk there looking at the emptiness. It is so much you don't know.
"As a humanoid created with animal genes in inbreeding labs, you are no legally human, and not under the protection of Human Rights. You have to be a property of some Human or being purged."
You fall in the cold metallic floor of the ship. A waterfall of emotions menacing to tear down your sanity... Slaves! You and your people all tribes come from being cattle and toys to the empire citizens
You grab your own face in conflict. How could your species have forgotten what hell happened?
Rage, and sorrow. So many fascination and admiration for the immense achievements of Your supposed ancestors.
Now, you discover that they were your jailers and...
You were human in their eyes, to begin with...It is a bitter pill to swallow.
Fisto is looking at you surprised and guilty, like had done some bad thing.
"It is not your fault, Fisto. But We didn't know the reality of the empire. Can you please, tell me What's happened here?
"About what happened my memory is deteriorating. I have no more than a few memories in my data bank, and provably reproduce one will mean that my other visual input signals won't be available for view." It stops, remaining in awkward silence. Could it be receiving some kind of online instructions?
"I only know masters started to kill each other to become feral and lost their minds until no one left. Nobody never response any signal. After that emptiness." There is a grim sadness tone in its voice; concerning data coming from a robot. That's not habitual. It's almost like a human or a sentient AI is talking through him, as some kind of avatar.