《Open Source》Chapter 11
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The attacker held for several seconds. It too was still, but its statuesque entasis contrasted sharply with the lifelessness of the victim. Then, in one motion, it released its hold without ceremony and crept back towards its corner, dragging stuck-on bits of bedding with it as it moved. It nosed into the pellet dish and selected a morsel, which it nibbled as it hunched, as if rewarding itself for a job well done. The crumbs combined with the blood on its teeth to form a sickly paste.
“That should have been our first warning,” the girl in the room said. I jumped, startled, and diverted part my focus away from the screen to listen to her. It wasn’t easy. The savagery of the murder – my mind refused to use any other word than that to describe what I’d just seen – had commanded my attention. As did the ensuing conversation that Britt, Miller, and the girl were having as they viewed it from the lab. “I guess it was, really. I mean, it’s not like we ignored it or anything, but you know how these things go. We were so excited by the success of the code, and the way it was re-writing itself, that we assumed we’d gotten it almost right. We figured we just had to tweak a few things here and there to iron out the wrinkles.” She tilted the needle this way and that, watching the liquid flow from one end to the other. “We never could have guessed the truth.”
“What kind of mod did you queue up anyways?” Britt started the postmortem with Miller and the girl on the holo.
“Nothing” Miller answered, “just a color change around the ears. About as harmless a mod as we’ve got in the library.” He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. “I actually thought it was taking for a minute or two. Their fur appeared to be mottling a bit, though not where I’d expected. But then…well, you saw what happened.”
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“What was the truth?” I asked.
“Any idea what went wrong?” Britt asked.
“Not a clue. Could have been a misfire in the disintegration sequence, could have been a mistranslation in the communication modules. Heck, for all we know it could have been a random mutation that triggered an atavistic predisposition for aggression. We won’t know ‘til we get in there.”
She shifted, and moved her feet again, burying her toes once more. She tugged the sheets over her to her knees and curled up against the wall, where the shadows of the bunk above fell across her face and neck. Her next words seemed to catch in her throat. “That we’d gotten it exactly right,” she whispered.
“So where do we go from here?” Britt asked.
“Same place we always go.” Miller closed his eyes as he spoke, as if the weight of the past few hours was all rolling up on him. “We’ll take a look at the logs, pick through the code, find out what went wrong and when, and see what we can do about it. And then we’ll try it all again. Don’t worry,” he yawned, “we’ll figure it out. We always do.”
She swiped.
The screen went dark. No, not dark…blank, but pulsing with the same pale light I had seen in the lab. The afterimages of Miller and Britt faded until they might have only been in my head. More of the pidgin text replaced them. A few to start with, peeking out here and there like the first songbirds after a storm, then more, until they covered the screen as before. But…there was something different about them this time. I inspected them more closely, not sure what I was looking for, exactly, but there seemed to be a sort of pattern that I could almost make out this time around, a sort of rhythm in the chaos of the music of the universe I had half a chance of picking up if I only listened long enough. I took a step towards the screen and squinted for a closer look.
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“It’s getting to you.” Her words were flat and emotionless, but they would not be ignored. I stopped in my tracks.
“What is?”
She settled deeper into her corner, as if trying to back away. “The virus.” She swallowed. “It’s getting stronger.”
I looked at Ramsay, then at Banks and Bergman, wondering if any of this made sense to them. Ramsay looked as confused as I felt. Banks and Bergman gave me nothing, as if they had written off her comment as the ramblings of a lunatic. I wished I could do the same.
“God, we were such fools,” she mused with a derisive snort. “We came back with guns a-blazing, throwing everything we had at it like it was a problem we needed to solve…like there was a problem that we could solve.” She rested her elbows on her knees. Her joints jutted out like the knots on a stick of birch. “We even thought we had some answers. We tweaked the code a couple of times and ran a few more tests, and none of them ended like that first test did. Even the first wasn’t a total loss. We kept the survivor for observation, and she got along fine after that. She even started to show some of the brown that Miller coded her for. But by the end of the following day we started seeing things we never could have imagined.”
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The Many Deaths of Kara Lowe
112 years ago, the Bubble Burst. 103 years ago, the Great War ended. 76 years ago, the War of Two Worlds ended. It is now 2021 and Homo Sapiens, Homo Subcinctus, Homo Variari, and Sapient Beasts have been living together in a hard-won harmony for 75 years. Or so they say. Atypical high-school student Kara Lowe has some serious doubts about that. After she is killed and brought back to life by her accidental murderers, she is forced to abandon everything she thought she knew about the world, and herself. While plagued by a mysterious Order that believes she should not exist, Kara must prove her right to life by destroying an age-old enemy with an unfortunate connection to her. There won't be a ton of gore or traumatising content, that's not the focus, but the tags are there to be safe. The main character uses colourful language when she's angry. The main character might seem to be talking to you at times. She is not. Things will make sense eventually. A quick note about religion: this novel takes place in an Alternate History setting. No existing religion from our world exists in this one. Any similarities are coincidential.
8 276Pokemon Integration Project
As Gods began their new project, making a new Entertaiment just as they let their last project free of control because it's getting boring as they became more powerful. And they go back to a planet in a universe called earth, most idea of their entertaiment come from here and the player too.So the gods began searching the most interesting one from popular show , movie, anime , comic, manga ,etc. While in earth live a young man called Michael Lu in a country named indonesia full of coruption and poverty.He griefed always beacuse he can't get what he tought he want. But unfortunately even tough he probably could get what he want he will be soon became entertaiment to gods, lest unknow to him. The gods finaly find something interesting idea based on popular anime show called pokemon. The idea is to integrate powers of pokemon in the show into someone they chose using system simliar to their previous few project and they wonder how long will this project will keep them entertained. DISCLAIMER: I don't own pokemon neither the system I am just a beginer writer with non-english as native langauge and school to worry about. So i probably will update once a week or once a month. Thank you for reading
8 153Final Realms - New World
Earth wasn't the same as the way it was when the Creator of Life decided to bring forth a new cycle of life, cease gods, humans, and demons from its existence. Thus, a NEW WORLD arises after gods and demons have merged into human reality. Twenty years after the catastrophe, neo-human was born. A superhuman who rivaled a godly strength and acclaimed themselves as the only surviving species in this rebooted world. The daughter of both gods and demons, Cynthia was born simultaneously. Her parents left her in this newborn society among with minority of other gods who seclude themselves from neo-human sight. Her power prevailed when her age turned eighteen. A power that could seize everything under her grasp as her ability was destined to become the crowned head of neo-humans and demons.
8 198Among the Dead
No one thought the virus would get this bad.John always thought it was in some far off place. That it wouldn't affect him. That it wouldn't come here, to his home.But it did.And there's nothing anyone can do to stop it.John Rider, a normal teenager, will go through hell to save his life and the lives of those he cares for as everything falls apart around him. Will he survive as the world rapidly changes under the trampling feet of the infected? Can life ever be the same, or will he turn...like all the others.
8 80The Sharmat's Incarnate (Morrowind Fan-Fic)
When Antuul Dralosi discovers an ancient artifact of an evil that was destroyed millennia ago, his life is forever altered.
8 248A Study In Marriage (Johnlock) - Sequel to A Study in Love
Once the rings have been exchanged and the vows have been said, Sherlock and John are ready to settle down and get their fill of the domestic bliss that so often comes with marriage. Unfortunately, nothing is ever that simple for them... and they know the honeymoon period can't last forever. They'd promised each other "for better or for worse", but John had no idea just how bad 'worse' could be.
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