94: An Eruption Of Emotions

94: An Eruption Of Emotions

Nyssa hated exercise. Among all of life’s activities, it sat the furthest from her favorite: sleep. Her legs burned, her windpipe felt raw, and her head pounded. In the past ten minutes, she had tried a variety of transformations—and all led to the same result.

She had transformed into a demon-like berserker, covered in a layer of tough, red scales, and blitzed the automaton. Though she had taken a lance to the shoulder, she tore the automaton apart, searching for some sort of core while blasting jets of fire out of her hands to melt as much as she could.

Even as her hands crunched the metal up into balls of trash, she watched as other parts of the robot reassembled, coming together like a water balloon in reverse. Parts began lighting up and glowing as threads of energy seem to pull the parts back together.

Once she leapt away, the machine came together, whole once more without a speck of damage. It spun and twirled with the grace of a dancer. Pushing Nyssa to pause and for her jaw to drop a touch.

It’s definitely moving better, what is this? An adaptation mechanic?

Before her mind could think anymore though, her body moved out of the way through an automatic response, dodging two laser beams and twisting downward to watch a punch sail over her head.

Bob. Weave. Back off.

Pressed into a close quarters fight, Nyssa, back in her human form, felt herself pressed into a corner. Even while employing transformations. Her muscles became denser and denser as her eyes glazed over and feet began to dance through the battlefield. After a continuous increase, her figure began to blur, yet, through the whole time, the robot matched her pace, speeding up as well and leaving afterimages behind each punch.

Explosions rang out as they navigated up and down the walls, left and right through the main battle area, and through the air. Nyssa managed to send a couple stray punches, some reinforced to push the automaton away, but nothing. worked. at. all.

Her breath hitched.

Her body swayed.

She felt her vision begin to blacken from the edges as snakes swam across her vision like predators looking for prey.

Crack.

A fist buried itself in her gut.

Nyssa fell to her knees and spittle came flying out her mouth. With her stomach roiling, she had to press down a wave of nausea and light-headedness. Her hands trembled as she felt another blow graze her cheek.

A searing pain began burning on her cheek as she felt liquid begin to flow down her cheek.

I... just... need... to... beat this... machine.

A dragon transformation appeared with immense strength and began crushing the machine. Its head morphed into a unicorn. The unicorn’s head exploded like a bomb. The bomb engulfed the area in a white-hot fireball. From the fireball's interior shone a crystal sending plasma lasers into the body of the automaton.

With every passing second, Nyssa’s humanoid body began losing its shape. Limbs extended from every part of her to grab onto the robot. Clinging onto it in any way it could. Some limbs seemed demonic, gifted with strength to clench onto the robot while crushing its exterior. Others seemed magnetic, suctioning the robot to its palm. Others seemed... desperate. Humanoid hands, bony with malnourishment, clung onto the robot with weak twitches like a child seeking its mother.

Mouths began opening up across her body and hands. Some vertical, some horizontal. Some, even, multilayered. Some with teeth, some with metal, some with flesh, some with a mix of all.

The robot laid limp in the grasp of hundreds of limbs. Immobilized, its computations and algorithm to adapt couldn’t move fast enough to recover from the damage coming in from all sides.

Acid burns covered its face. Ice spread across its chest. A corrosive shadow ate away at its feet. A swirling flame tore into its shoulder. Electricity flowed in from its backside. A hemisphere covered the back of its head, aging the material, rusting and cracking it.

Every part of its body suffered from some sort of attack. Some could be considered rooted in reality, others came straight out of movies, and others seemed like the product of child-like fever dreams. Even more, each attack came accompanied by mechanical stress as mouths and hands tried to pull every bit of it apart.

[Error.. .. ... Error.... Emer... genkhhhk-... cy.]

[Threat lev... el: Ex!~~eme!]

The system began breaking down as entire chunks of the robot began disappearing into smoke. Grinded to dust by the no-longer comprehensible Nyssa, the light behind the automaton’s eyes flickered and faded. Nyssa, though, kept pushing.

Her hands could grab onto nothing but ash. Her attacks began landing on herself as she continued pounding on the space the automaton used to take up.

Guttural sounds escaped the many mouths covering her body. Crying, growling, howling, screaming, gibberish grumbling, whispering, coughing, hateful monologuing, and much more. Each mouth chattered with life as her body both folded in on itself and expanded outward.

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Nyssa, herself though, felt herself floating in a pool of ink. It felt neither warm nor cold, but clung to her as she saw nothing but darkness.

Where am I?

Who am I?

What’s going on?