Chapter 19-17 An Attunement of Flesh (II)

Chapter 19-17 An Attunement of Flesh (II)

You know, I always hated the term sheath. The term is deliberately backward. Your sheath is the hardwarethe physical apparatus you use to interface with the world. Your ego is not the blade, but more like the hand that wields the weapon.

Whatever voider bastard we stole the term from should be ashamed of themselves; their focus on poetic marketing betrays the conveyance of ideas. Pitiful.

But I can deny it does sound good. Catchy. The concept just clings to you after you say it. Sheath. It certainly fits more than calling our products enhanced ego-receivable bodies. Because bodies arent what they are. Bodies are the ugly legacies we got from our parents, hammered into an inefficient lump by our environment. A lacking vessel for these trying times.

I dont know if youve all noticed, but were in an arms race right now. Against existence. Against each other. Against our own limits. Theres a war happening, and its happening everywhere. And if you dont upgrade, someone else will, and to steal a phrase from my mother: Skills what youre forced to fall back on when youre shit outta luck everywhere else.

I hated the sow, but shes right. You get a pureborn Kosgan, fish Old Thousandhand back out from the Big Nothing, have her train the poor shit a thousand years, and then throw them up against some joy-fiend sheathed into a Bearbreaker. See who comes out on top. Two hundred pounds of brittle bone and soft tissue against a sub-ton of super tensile muscle tissue, titanium-duramite endo and exoskeletal supports, hyper-conductive synaptic layering, and desynchronized nerve silos. See who wins.

Thankfully, you choose which part of the metaphor you wish to embody. Most will end up as the poor bastard about to be swept aside. But you? If Im right about you at all, youre gonna wanna be the avalanche instead.

Or maybe you fancy yourself another kind of calamity altogether.

We wont judge. Were just here to give you options. Hell, well even throw in the immuno-suppressants and the counter-dysmorphia sequencing for free. All you need to do is choose power.

Choose better.

Choose Onta-Fang.

-Personalized Nether-ad of Yaer Coldstrong, Doghead of Onta-Fang (A Stormtree subsidiary)

19-17

An Attunement of Flesh (II)

Dice had a preference for the cybernetic over the purely biological.

There was something about the girl that preferred the certainty of steel over the flexibility of flesh. It was understandable, in a way. She lived life as a thing, an object, a weapon, and so, she saw herself the same way: as a blade; a dagger; a gun. What then could speak more to her self-regard than becoming a weapon above weapons? Encased in skin impervious to the sharpest of teeth.

Joined to Avos Conflagration, the specifications of each sheath and implant calcified into understanding within Dices mind. After narrowing her search parameters, the Onta-Fang Stormrazer-IX was the first major item to catch the girls interest, boasting extreme physical power supported by a modified fusion core for a heart deemed treacherously volatile even for light assault vehicles, the girls enthusiasm regarding the choice was cut down with but a scoff from Tavers.

The old squire rolled her eyes at the phantoms hovering over Avos mind, simulating a modeled projection of a headless ten-foot-tall bipedal sheath with wire-like synthetic muscles and an L-200 anti-drone assault cannon fused into its spine. Jaus, always with this shit. Look. Juv. Not to piss on your parade, but this sheath is for half-strands and fuckwits. This thing guzzles over a thousand kilowatts on the daily. Even inactive, youre going to be sucking juice constantly. Ghoul heres gonna have to plant a Domain of Lightning in you to deal with that. Sure.

Tavers took a moment more to review the design further. Sensory suite lining the body isnt bad; core storage for the brain is good too. And I gotta admit the spinal-mounted heavy cannon is real sexy. Can punch through an assault drone at two hundred kilometers away with BVR assistance. But I propose the contrary: just jock into an assault drone or missile yourself and cut out the complicated middle-man bullshit. Youll get ten times more firepower at a fourth of the cost. And people wont look at you funny while youre walking down the street.

Dice blinked at all that and shifted her thoughts to template-Draus for approval instead. The Regular stored in Avos mind responded with a shrug. [Aint wrong. But youre a Godclad now. You can set your own rules. A recharge is just a resurrection away. A death will give you a clean slate. Old Tavers there got limits you dont.]

The girl nodded. Okay.

Adjusting her parameters further, she spent a few beats considering the NewLife Bomber Queen and the Ascender Operative before moving on, regarding the first as something too grotesque and the latter as too brittle. Then, her mind came to a rest on the Aegis-provided Big-Stick Diplomat, offering a heavy augmented baseline body built around an expandable particle cannon.

{Ah,} Calvino said, releasing a sigh of satisfaction. {She finally comes upon the diamond we placed among the rough. Fitting for her, dont you think? It looks so harmless, yet with a single thought, the arms and chest will unfurl to form a}

Dice promptly eliminated the Big-Stick Diplomat as well, her attention drifting ahead to one of the oddest acquisitions among the items.

[Omnitech Railjumper]

Standard Market Price -> [35,000,000,000 Imps]

Specifications:

Reactor: ENE-393 Microfusion Cells x2

Cog-Tech Systems: Chainglass Polyweave Vivianite Casing with Pre-Built Phalanx Warded Poly-Loci Processing Core with Cybermind ({5.5 TB/s} Sprites)

Modules: [360-Vision]; [Full Spectrum Visual Interface]; [Lidar]; [Sensory Enhancement Suite]; [Synth-Flesh Endomesh]; [Scope-10 ScanGrid]; [Railjujmper Mag-Boosted Maneuvering System]

The sheath wasnt that much taller than Dice was at a glance, barely reaching two hundred and ten centimeters in terms of full height. If judged from the look of its contours, it would have seemed relatively mundane as well, offering two arms, two legs, and even a smooth pyramid-shaped ScanGrid as a head unit. The true specialty lurked behind the curved layers of polished chrome encasing the body, with the inner system being a twisted interplay between heavily modified synthflesh fused around a heavily modified skeleton composed of coils, rails, pneumatics, and magnetically charged extension units.

To put it simply, each step one took while built into a Railjumper allowed them to leap, dash, and soar through the air as if they were flechette being fired out of a railcannon.

{No. Bad. Terrible idea. Avo, advise her.}

The ghoul just grinned. Like this one?

For a beat, Dice said nothing, but the twitching of her lips told him all he needed to know.

Across the room, Tavers whistled. Fuck me, juvs like to live dangerously these days.

Draus grunted in agreement. Railjumper. Havent seen many people build themselves around those. Knew a guy who made it work for him pretty good. First Lieutenant Kiseng. Fastest among my surviving pod of aspirants. Might be the fastest Reg alive. If hes still alive. Bastard managed to shoot down a passin golem while diving across blocks durin the war.

Yeah. Way too fast for most to handle, Tavers concurred. Youll need a high-end Accelero just to keep up with how fast youre moving. And its too fragile to survive a direct impact with heavier armor. Shes gonna have a hell of a learning curve if she wants to cut her teeth on that.

{Not to mention its design is completely nonsensical,} Calvino complained. Drawing up the schematics for the sheath, the EGI scrawled through the data and highlighted several sentences, focusing on how the body was a scientific success at capturing and redirecting the force of a linear-acceleration platform in a miniaturized vessel and a constant counter-magnetic pressure paired with high-tensile tissue allow for the flexing and survival of the host. {This is utter nonsense.}

The Techplaguer disagreed, chiming with a note of approval. Good child. THROUGH SCIENCE EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE! EVERYTHING! HAIL SCIENCE!

{But none of this is scientific you ridiculous, broken thing. Newtons Third Law is screaming. And the amount of heat this will generate}

Have been resolved through TRUE SCIENCE!

{Loudly shouting science does not alleviate the fact that this body is powered by reality-breaking madness.}

A low warbling drone of disgust sounded from the Techplaguer. What do you know of science, Sky-Burner?

{...Are you serious right now?}

What? No. Im just You know. Tired. You growing those biomods inside me tickled something bad. Got me unbalanced and all that other shit, you know.

Have your mind inside me too, Chambers. Dont need to do this. Dont need to lie.

The man drew in a long wheezing breath. I forgot. Why dont you just ask the version of me whos burning inside you? Just pull the mem-data from him. You dont need to talk to me.

"You would like it more if I talked to you, Avo said.

A beat passed. Chambers nodded. Yeah Im worried about the juv. And jealous of her ass too.

Jealous? Avo asked, refraining from accessing template-Chambers for immediate understanding. Amassed intuition told him that letting this moment play out to the end as a process would be more poignant than just knowing everything in an instant.

Yeah. Chambers snorted. You already fucking know why, right? Its stupid. Shit, Im blushing. Fuck.

Embarrassed?

No shit Im embarrassed. Got the Reg, Kae, Essus, and Tavers giving me looks right now. I just you know. Kinda wish someone gave a shit about me like we give a shit about her back when I was a kid. You know? It wouldve been nice if I had someone looking out for me, caring about what I wanted, and stealing stupidly expensive sheaths for me

It promptly dawned on Chambers what he was asking and he buried his face into his palms. Fuuuuccck. Holy shit, consang. I wish that you could have been my dad instead. He barked a humorless laugh. A godsdamned people-eating monster for a father. What a joke.

You had a monster for a father, Avo said. You should wish for more. Act to cast his shadow behind. Leave him forgotten in the end.

Chambers shifted his face and peeked at Avo from the corner of his eye. Listen. Can I ask you a question? But Im not sure if it means anything

Ask it anyway.

I mean, you already know everything Im going to say. Whats the point?

For you? Everything. Avo regarded Chambers. There is a difference between knowing something will happen and being part of the action. Gnosis is not a manifestation. Epiphany is not full comprehension. The possibility of a miracle is not the miracle itself. Ask your question. Make your thoughts true.

Why dont you just burn the useless out of me? Out of me and Essus andand anyone else, really. Elegant-Moon, the Paladins! You can make us think like anyone. Make us whoever you want us to be. Why are we still us? Why? I dont get it. Its what I would have done. A darkness fell over Chambers features. Hells. I dont know what I wouldve done if I could do the things you can. Probably named myself god boss of some Syndicate in some district somewhere and then get myself snuffed after pissing the wrong person off.

The question made Avo smile. It was an honest question magnified by Chambers greatest insecurities. You have seen my brothers. Remember how they are? Avo asked.

The man nodded. Yeah?

What are their characters like? Personality. How do they behave?

Chambers opened his mouth and shrugged. Theyre hungry fucking monsters that hurt and eat shit.

Yes. Small differences. Some bigger. Some smaller. Some cunning. Some simple. All without impulse. All ruled by hunger. All ruled by the Hungers and the Low Masters. A self-referencing set of traits and habits. Nothing more. No culture can grow from them. No expression. Not people. Poor pathetic things. I will not make the Hungers' mistake. I will not be foolish like the Low Masters.

You dont want to play god?

[Oh, for fucks sake,] template-Draus muttered. [How much do the rest of you have to put up with this shit?]

[All the time,] Abrel muttered. [I swear, the ghoul thinks hes some kind of philosopher.]

[Especially when hes torturing or killing people,] Benhata added. [Its disturbing.]

Avo ignored his inner hecklers and kept going. I am a god. I dont want to play human. Play tyrant. Tyranny is rooted in fear. Fear of the oppressor. Fear of the oppressed. But this fear is relative. And I do not wish to be chained by such things. Debases my pursuit of freedom. The ideals I wish to embody. My power is not relative to anothers existence. My powers are total. Absolute. Avo looked to Chambers. And so are yours.

Chambers just blinked. Consang I wish I could catch on to half the shit youre saying. This is like, freedom and philosophy and shit, right? About letting people live their own choices all the way?

Avo smiled. All these minds. All these memories. All these lives and perspectives. There are many ways to consider the world. Many angles to look at a mistake. Do you know why I think existence is broken?

Chambers shrugged. Why?

Because humanity refuses to cross over. It wants to indulge in all the pleasures of mortality while also enjoying the privileges of divinity. But an idea is perfection. A canon is absolute. I once lamented my fate as a ghoul. Didnt ask to be. Pitied myself in a way. But I see the grander pattern now. That all of us live lamentable lives. That we are all of us torn by the way of things. Seeking ascension. But anchored to affliction and addiction. Pulled between the heights of apotheosis and the debasement of primal desire.

A wince passed through the half-strands face. I just wanna feel good sometimes, The rashall the porn, its just I needed to feel.

Yes. I understand. I was not better. I was just as addicted. But mine was harm inflicted. Yours is lust internalized. I shaped others with my cruelty. Broke them. Ate them. You dreamed of love and lust in the greatest extremes. Stimulation. Reminders that we are here. We exist. But you can be more than that now. Or you can be just that. All up to you. I just think it would be another kind of pity. Another kind of pitiful. If you do not seek the ends of who you can become.

Silence fell. But not in Avos mind. Template-Draus made whimpering noises in mockery of the moment. [Listen to you both whinge.]

{I felt it was quite caring,} Calvino said. {A show of our ghouls growing maturity. Using stolen goods to augment what is functionally a child soldier aside.}

[Well, thats cause youre a bit of a bitch, Calv.]

{Charmingly described as always, Captain Draus.}

Back in the real, Chambers exhaled. Im real happy I got lucky. That you decided to keep me alive and use me against Mirrorhead. That you didnt snuff me afterward. Or take back your Frame. Thats all. Thats all I had to say.

And so thats all Chambers needed to say. But there was one more thing Avo could do. One final act of extreme positive reinforcement. Chambers. Have a final question.

Yeah. What?

Was thinking about adding a final biomod. Just for you.

Yeah

Would you like to get your genitals enlarged? For the sake of enhancing your Heaven.

Avo could see Kaes face break out in horror while Draus leaned over next to her. Avo, fuck you. What are you doing?

You mean it? Chambers said, eyes growing wet.

Why would I lie.

Godsdammit, Avo, if I catch a twelve-inch dick from his Fucktopia in the future, Im gonna lodge that shit in your skull!

The ghoul just kept grinning. And in time, Chambers smiled too. ...I love you, consang. I really, really do.