In this reality, you will take on the role of a genetically engineered super soldier; one of hundreds. You, however, are different from the rest. Billions of dollars have been sunk into your development, making you far stronger and more enduring than any other super soldier produced. Not only have the years of experimentation and genetic modification allowed you telekinetic and telepathic abilities, but they have also given you something that almost none of the cloned super soldiers possess:
Free will.
And when you escape from the company that made you, well...
They're not going to be very happy about so much money and time going to waste.
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Hm. Apex Line, huh? You're really in a whole league of your own, I can tell you that. You're the prototype, I can tell you that much just by looking at that tattoo the Corp stamped on your back. You got a name? Or shall I just call you your ID number?
Okay, if you prefer that name I'll call you that. I'm a Hades Line myself. Made for assassination and stealth, that sort of stuff. But you? You're made to take on entire squads, entire platoons. And win. On your own. There's a reason you're called an Apex, you know. With those telekinetic abilities they somehow managed to program into you, you could probably just destroy a squad's weapons then just walk away. Of course, given how all Lines are meant to be able to shrug off bullets, it's not like being hit by those weapons will do much to you.
They're gonna be mad that you've escaped. Real mad. They're gonna start producing the bio-mechs again. They're gonna start sweeping the countryside. They're gonna start torturing anyone you've come in contact with to get to you. That last reason is why, in a few minutes from now, we will never have had this meeting. Get me? Good. Now, you're gonna need to run. Keep out of sight, try and stow away on a ship or something, you need to get away from these Corporation assholes. If you don't they're gonna melt you down into your raw materials, process you, and make a new you out of your genes. Just, try and get somewhere remote. Those mountains may be a good place, considering how little us Lines need to eat and drink.
Now, I know you've got telepathy - and I'm not quite sure i want to know how the Corporation managed that and the telekinesis - but if you see someone working for the Corp, get inside their head. Manipulate them. Do whatever it takes to get them on your side without them even realising it. You can mess with minds, right? Not just talk to people through their heads? Good. Maybe you should see if you can talk to animals with that skill of yours. If you can, it'd probably come in handy. Nothing like seeing an APC have to park for half an hour because of a particularly stubborn group of cows, am I right?
Okay. Guess I'll be off then. Good luck, Apex. We probably won't see each other again, but if I hear you've been wasted then I'm gonna murder one of their CEO's as revenge. I think you'd like that. Heh, I knew you would. Now, go - and good luck! | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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