Chapter #4Wandering minds in stasis. by: Unknown How long had it been, since your accident? Six months? A year? Ten years? A century? You had no way of knowing, all semblance of the relativity of time having dissolved into the ether of your electronic prison. It felt like it had been a while since you were trapped here.
Well, "trapped" isn't the right word you suppose. You were put in here for your own good, you just couldn't leave due to similar reasons. Then again if you're getting pedantic about it you wouldn't be able call what happened to you an "accident", it was more of a careless mistake of hubris on your part leading to catastrophe. You still remembered the day vividly, the hours and moments distinct and each carrying there own weight. Before you were put in here you were... well, you never really thought of a name for what your job had been. Basically rich people, various governments, and organizations paid you large sums of money and pointed out a target. You in turn killed the target and everyone in its general vicinity. You weren't really an assassin for you just hacked your way through everything without regards to stealth but you weren't a mercenary either as you didn't kill many exclusive military targets. Whatever you were you were damn good at it.
On one night though you got sloppy. You were assigned a cushy job to wipe out some playboy up in Beverly Hills for a reason your client wouldn't go into. He had a token twelve guards on premises and four ladies of the evening, all human and none with any cybernetic upgrades, it would be an absolute cake walk. Three minutes in and you'd wiped out the guards, the ladies, and had just finished reducing the playboy into stir fry. You were on your way out, whistling as you walked down the stairs when a shot rang out. One of the guards wasn't dead. He had looked dead, most of the things that were supposed to be inside of him splayed out over a six foot radius around his bleeding form, but he was just barely not dead. The bullet struck you in the back of the thigh and you toppled down the stairs, the surprising nature of the attack startling you to the point where you couldn't react properly. Even with your advanced cybernetic upgrades, your reaction time, and your skills with the beam blade, concrete plus neck still resulted in a loss for you. The impact severed your spinal column right where head and neck met, and even with currently existing technology and enough disposable income to buy out Monaco your injury was too severe to treat. Your crew was lucky enough to retrieve your body, and made emergency medical procedures to keep you alive. Your broken body had been placed into stasis, your only entertainment being virtual reality and the occasional visit from your crew with a status update. Now you simply waited, waited until your comrades could scrounge up the technology and know how to rebuild you. Stronger, faster, superior! Waiting...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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