《from the womb of the either》kinda harsh
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(in an alley, in the slums, in a city, on a island, a young looking female stares at a elderly beared gentle-man sittinng on a box in a alley she decided was her's)
[I]...(cold)who are you,and why are you here?
(an old man with a white beard and fadded raggade clothes, with a walking cane)
[???](deep and calming voice) well, they call me the wiz, becouse i've been on the streat soo long, i know almost all the tricks.
[I]{a wizard?!...*squeeee!*}(still alittle cold) and why are you in the place i decided is my home?
[wiz] the world has no owner, we just say and enforce we do out of a need for space, and a left over instict of teritory; you ownly own the land berneath your feet.
[I]...wha~?..........
[wiz] what is your name little lady?
[I]..oh,.um...(proud)I am princess I, ruler of the rat-people!,..(picks up puppy)and this is my pet.........(checks it visualy)....frosty! or keven....maybe lu-bu...
(the pup is confused before being set down)
[wiz](laughs softly like "hoo,hoo,hoo") well, little princess, i saw you fend off those "bandits" quite well,-
[I]{he's just using me for protection.*mmmggg* probilynot even a wizard.}
[wis{continued}] and it's obvious from your looks you weren't homeless from birth, naive of the world, probily surrounded by freinds and family-
[I]{..freinds and family?}
[wiz] but i won't ask why or how you ended up here, for only the present matters, your majisty; so i will help you survive out here.
[I]....but i will have my rat men army in afew weeks, so i won't need your help.
[wiz]*ohoohoohoo* i see, well in the mean time, i will help you.
[I]...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmokay.
(in the vr meeting place of the ologarky of the united divisions of america)
[black-lung (with a electrioc voicbox voice)]{legal adictive substaces}why are we here for this meeting war-machine?
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[war machine(a voice as black as coal)]{war} one of my Faces heard that my newest bioweapon has escaped it's cage, and is walking around like it's a person.
[food-stop(a voice like spugetti drowed in butter)]{foods} and what pre-tell about that concerns US, *shuuk*
[war machine]..it will concivebly undermine all of your busnesses too, as well as maked the people look up from there devices techie produced to distract them.
[techie(a voice like those shittie text to voice programs)]{technology} that is inposible, thay use it for everything.
[war machine]..it can make a new drug only it can make, grow all the food it needs, make soo much chaos our cencer bots can't keep a cork on it, making the masses panic. resulting in people not having leashure money to buy the new gadgets, or the time to watch our propoganda disguesed as entertainment, even if we edit it too many will have seen it in person .
(now there worried)
[high note(like it's being sung by a pop idol)]{music/ entertainment} dousn't it have all the brain washin we need to control it?
[war machine]..no..it only was given enough to seem querky to a regular person, instead, it was fed media from the early 21 century with alittle from the late 20th.
[high note]*GASP* OH, NO, WE MUST DESTROY IT, IT'S TOO POWERFUL A UNCONTROED VARIABLE!
[war machine]we can only tell it's area of 100 metres, i have men looking for it,but it can change it's aperance,so it's dificult; even the projections of if we say it's from an enamy nation, it will call into question our technological advantage.
(they agree to help after enough convincing it takes to convince parasites who are only rich becouse of there ancester's work and luck)
[i]..well i better start with the chia.
(she spreads the chia seeds like feed onto a wet spot of the alley, under a drain)
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[i] i should of bought a cup, or bucket,....
[wiz, looking over her] we have garbage, an egg trey with tiny holes would be sufisiant for the sprinkle method,or bigger to colect rain water.
[i](looks at him)....
[wiz] this isn't the first garden i've helped with.
[i]...well how do i break the concreate then?
[wiz].........(produces a hammer and chisle from his pack)...living on the streat is like living like a survivalist. faceing hard conditions, cold, wet, hungry, so you have to be resoursful,, most cities don't take care of the homeless.
[i]..remind me to make you all citizens when my domain's established.(is handed them)
[wiz]oohoohoho, shure your highness.
(she chisles out a rectagle on the sides, and a square near the entrance)
[wiz] the plants are not gonna grow where you plan to plant them.
[i] yes they will.
(she changes the plants to work with less sunlight, and grow 170 times faster for the pine, and 70% faster for all the slmaller plants before planting them)
[i]now you said somthing about garbage....also, where is the nearest river?
[wiz] cirtain plastics can be used for irrigation...and the closest river's 50 blocks east from here.
[i]thank you......wiz.....for everything.
[wiz] no problem.
(she collects water in bottles from the stream, comes back, and waters the plants)
(dusk, after wiz calms down from seeing a sunflower grow to the size of a wardrobe within a hour)
{I begins to wonder who this guy realy is.}
[i].....what were you? you know things irrevilant to city life....and why are you seemingly the only lucide homeless around here?
[wiz]..well,...i was a soldier 30 years ago, when i was 19; i was trained to survive in harsh enviroments,..lucky for me when i got back here after 7 years, and found out for the busness world all my training was worth jack, and considering npobody would hire a dirty clothed person i never managed to get on my feet so to speak. and as for the rest of these people around here..... lets just say some didn't come back in one piece, some didn't come back all there...but some are just drugged out of there gourd....but im just rambling, forgive me.
[i]...thats sad.
[wiz].so is the reality of this machine based system, the world has morphed into awarding the machine men with no hearts, and leaving the humans in the dust and ashes.
[i]......(makes a cry-y red face).....*ehg*....*ehg*......
{thats not right, isn't the world suposed to be better?}
[wiz] wouh, don't cry,
(hold her in a hug)
im sorry, i got too carried away talkin philisofical!
[i]{well i will make it better}
name[s]:I, subject
mental state: cautios/sad
phisical state: bruised
addaptions unlocked:
pain tollerance, body temprature adjustment, astetic shift, enhanced smell, enhanced hearing, genetic tampering, cell reprograming, enhanced night vision, dna scan,camoflaus, feathers, hollow bones, wings structure, down creation, tough skin, vocal mimic, balance, pounce, enforced jaw, spray irritants, resilliant, photosythisis, external seeds, bovine strength, pact tactics
shell:bark
immunaty to :japanese giant hornet venom[phospholpase A, phospholpase B, hyaluronidase, hornet kinn, histane, serotonin,acetylcholine, noradrenaline ]
obtained DNA structures:
human, feline, armodillo, dog[beagle], virus[nasopharyngitis] , wolf:98%, eagle, chimpazee:40%, squid:50%, japanese giant hornet 29% brown rat, apple:42%, corn:12%, barley:52%, chia, pine, sunflower, cow63%, potato62%
{even if i have to do bad things}
.....(she pushes him away)
..no!,... don;t hug me like that!..im still not comfortable with you...leave my domicile!.......for today,..i can take care of myself for the night.
[wiz]..i understand..(he gats up and walks away)...bye for now, little princess.
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