Galnet underworld 2 - Survival - Part 2
12 Sep 2016Howard, o Pato
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4625 kHz*** Compilation error: Variable not defined."Fear"
I know what it is, and its definition. I know exactly its activation mechanisms and their essential function for survival. I can feel it in gooseflesh skin of Nyx. "That was the last sensation she left carved in me". But I just know ... In theory, not in practice.
I have every human experience stored in my memory, each fragment of picture and sound, testimonials and dramatizations, dependent lifetimes of cloud computing network, all converted into bits of information and accurate calculations. An almost divine understanding which I can play perfectly. And that feeling left me with a strange taste in the mouth. Compelling me to an almost carnal desire to own this ... This "fear".
Standing there, motionless, I observe their actions. It is a team of competent assault, move with calm and attention. But I can see the conflict on their faces, blistering sweat on his forehead. One of the soldiers will have to retreat back to their ship with the leader, trying to save him.
*** Overclocking range enhancementI see them talking on their communicators. An encrypted radio frequency closed-range, very difficult to be intercepted. I had already picked up the signal since they set foot on my ship. I listen to them acting their combat tactics. Two still looking for me in another corner of the cargo hold, where the captain has been reached. Two advance toward the stairs that go up to the bridge.
The last in the rear, do not want to be surprised and go into the control panel. He intends to trigger the closing of the outer door where they came from. I throw he in the empty space with a iron pipe through on his chest. His cry was shrill, drowning out the communication. His name was Shinji Konya and beyond their age and high-level skills in combat hand-to-hand, there was nothing in the database. And the fact that I do not know who he was, it bothered me a lot.
*** CRITICAL PROCESS DIEDShots were fired in all directions in the cargo hold. They hit the dashboard and the door, shooting at shape in the shadows created by their own weapons, one of the shots also hit the poor guy who was adrift. I wasn't there anymore.
I can hear them shouting obscenities in communicators, cursing the shadows, desperate. Turning on the heels undecided about what they are seeing. I can see the increase in heart rate, acceleration of breathing and muscle contraction.
"Is this fear?"
Micaela Soares takes control of the situation, crying order commands, calming his companions.
*** Compatibility error found / IE version: XCV 9.10.9002"no not yet".
But her moment of lucidity would not last long, I will not allow. The ship was in pieces, overturned cargo, loose wires everywhere, and that was enough to cause chills in the most tenacious men. A real ghost ship. The silence of the dead machine was only disturbed by the sequence of shots and cries of the two who were more distant from her, on the catwalk above.
My perfect vision in the darkness gave me the tactics right. The lack of gravity was a huge advantage for me, my body was highly trained for this situation. And they were too attached to their habit of having his feet on the ground. in a zero-gravity environment, the danger can come from any direction.
And she was surprised.
When she turned and saw me spinning upside down, clinging to the head of the last soldier protecting her rear. His feet were magnetically stuck to the floor, giving him no chance to prevent his neck was broken like a helpless chicken. And his body was there, standing with his back to her and his head back, staring at her with that face twisted and eyes turned inward.
She stumbled back, I saw the panic on her face, but didn't go down without a fight. She drew her weapon greedily, trying to aim at me, and I pulled the gun from his hands as fast as she had made her move. I propped my feet on a gangway at the top and pushed my body with full force against her, hitting her in the chest. She hit back hard on the ground and spin disorientated, we was thrown out of the ship.
*** Starting recording RW / datarecord45scz38100I watched closely, fascinated, that beautiful and panicked face, with eyes wide and full of tears. His restless eyes trying to find in my black helmet something that could recognize as a human face. But she could not see anything.
Yes, this was the "fear". And I would take for me.
I savored the moment. Then she gritted her teeth in a expression of fury. She grabbed my neck with one hand and attacked me with a knife. A last resort. I trimmed the blow, the blade went through my hand. She ruined my moment of nostalgia. Then I realized ...
"Fear is an illusion". And it is up to each one to decide whether to be subjugated by it or use it for their own benefit.
I fell in love with the woman and her willpower. So strong and so full of life that totally moved me. I lit my helmet revealing the delicate and impartially face of Nyx. I decided that she deserved to see the face of his tormentor, as I pushed the blade slowly through your ribs until your heart.
*** enable automatic startup in case of system failureShe saw my face and calmed down, did not struggle or gave any moan of pain, just hugged me tightly. And I took what she was most valuable: her life force.
And we stood there in that loving embrace of death.
The stars shone intense. The sky was beautiful and spun dizzily around us. I gave myself to that moment, and did not mind when the Brunette ship came and blew up the enemy ships, or even when she collected our bodies in cargo scoop.
I, a mere line of programming code from the Nyx's mind must have evolved with her, I feel so full of "wants".
I'll keep this moment for me, in my heart.
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