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When she woke again, there was a bright light. She could hear voices now. There was activity around her, and though the pain was gone, now she was numb. Sleepy, she was so sleepyâŠ
But she must listenâŠwhat was going onâŠ?
âShe has re-gained conscious. Give her more tranquilizers.â
âCommencing.â A machine replied. Then she was so very tiredâŠ
She was asleep again.
The third time she woke the pain was there, but it wasnât bad; it was just enough to tell her she was alive. It hurt to breathe or move her left leg, right arm or head. Other than a little dizzy, she was mostly just achy. There were no other people around her. The light was dim. Quiet music played in the background. What was that kind called again? ClassicâŠviolin? Yes, that was it. It was kind of nice, even soothing.
From what she could see of it, the room looked small and completely made of steel. It was capable of being very bright, like it had last time sheâd woken. There were medical items on a metal table that she could see in the corner of her eye. On a table on her other side was some kind of food. For some reason, she couldnât recall what any of it was or how to consume it. She tried her best, but couldnât place it.
Have I seen this food before?
The door opened. She turned to see a man in a lab coat and two girls in normal attire. One walked with a staff; it was clear from her eyes that she was blind. The other looked a little strained and limped in her left leg.
I wonder how she hurt her leg. WaitâŠhow did I hurt my leg? Why am I here? In the name of science, where is here?
âSpeak to her quietly and slowly. The hardware we installed in her brain may still be adapting, so light and sound may be painful for her.â
âIâm well aware of that, asshole. Shut up and get out.â The girl who limped snapped. She was the taller one, with red-blond, long hair bound in several braids. From where she was, Sable couldnât tell what held them up. Her left eye was blue, her right eye was brown. The other girl was only slightly shorter, with black, short and spiked hair. Her eyes were dark brown, though unfocused. They shared similar features to one another, including their tiny waists.
I know them. Where from?
âHi Sable.â The blond nearly whispered, as gently as she would to a frightened child. âYouâre finally awake again.â
Sable? Is that my name?
âYou knowâŠitâs been three weeks since I last saw those beautiful eyes of yours, and they had to go and change them, didnât they?â She sounded very upset.
âThey changed her eye color?â The blind one sounded furious. âWhat in the Empire's name did they do that for?â
âWe didnât, girls. The nanobots did. That is only a small side effect of how healthy she will be.â
He seems smart. I wonder if I know him...
âCan she speak?â
âI donât believe she has fully adapted to the alterations we were forced to make. Why donât you leave us for a few days? Your handlers will be wondering where you two areâŠâ
They hesitated a moment, then nodded and left together. The man stayed. Sable watched him.
âCan you speak?â He asked quietly.
She shook her head; there was no way sheâd have enough air to speak, even if sheâd remembered how.
âAlright. I want you to answer me by blinking once for âyesâ and twice for ânoâ. Do you understand?â
She blinked once.
âGood. First question; do you remember who you are?â
She thought a moment and blinked twice.
âYouâre name is Sable Rose. You are nineteen years old, and a scientist for the government. Does any of this sound familiar?â
Something flashed behind her eyes. Pain exploded through her. She screamed until it stopped.
He was by her side in a second, looking at this and checking that. When sheâd calmed down, the pain was gone and he was finished, he faced her.
âThat was the computer we replaced the left side of your brain with. You were in an explosion. To save your life, we replaced your heart and brain with computers. We added microscopic robots called nanobots into your bloodstream to maintain those computers and allow communication between them and yourself. We also gave you mechanical limbs; your left leg and right arm. Unfortunately, your left eye wasnât savable either, so itâs been replaced with a bionic eye as well.â
Sable stared at him in horror. They replaced half of her brain, one of her eyes, her entire heart and two of her limbs with machines
?!
âI am your programmer, so I must ask more questions. Do you recall who those girls were?â
She blinked twice. She felt like she should, but couldnât.
âWell, weâll fix that. Alright. Next question; do you recall how to eat?â
Sadly, she blinked her eyes twice again.
âAlright. Iâm sorry, Sable, but it seems like the main problem is that you are currently unable to access most of the hard-drive. Youâll need another dose of nanobots. Iâm not even sure what to tell you about that; it might be the most agonizing thing you've ever felt, or it could make you feel like youâve reached cloud nine. For the love of science, you could feel nothing at all. Just remain still, grit your teeth and hope for the best.â
He pressed a button.
The door opened to emit a girl with a long syringe. Since she couldnât exactly get up and run away, Sable did as the man had advised; she remained still and waited for whatever was to come. There was a sharp pain that lasted for a split second before pleasure exploded through her. She relaxed fully, completely caught off guard, fully enjoying it.
Thousands of minds raced through hers, talking, listening, communicating. She could suddenly recall her name, the explosion, the importance of her work and basic operation. But she didnât care. The minds, the feeling racing through herâŠit captivated her. She wanted it to never end. Though it was slow, the minds integrated into her thoughts or heart. She felt them flowing through her blood then. Massive amounts of them, willing to do anything she asked of them that they were capable of doing. The second the ecstasy was gone, she was drained.
The man and woman were staring at her. Not really caring, she grabbed the plate, shoveled down the food â still not able to fully use her right arm - and allowed herself to fall asleep.
When Sable awoke for the fourth time, she had to blink at least three times just to adjust to the difference in her vision. Everything was sharper and brighter. She could look at something and lock onto it, then pull up a summary of it from the back of her mind. It happened several times before she locked onto a medical tool and flinched at its use. Then she closed her eyes and listened instead, a bit sick to her stomach.
At first, only violin music reached her ears. Then she could hear voices outside the room. She locked onto the most familiar to her; the man who had brought those girls in. He was talking with some other people, and when she heard her name she paid closer attention.
âHer name is Sable Rose. Her program is a little different from what Iâve set up for the others, so tread carefully. She has far more combative power and intelligence. She can actually control computers with her mind, given the chance. Unfortunately, I also couldnât download the obedience program properly, so donât just go and give her orders. She has to want
to obey, alright? She also has no memory of her own personal past; she recalls her sisters, with their modifications, but I didnât have enough information about them to even imply personalities, or her interests for that matter.â
âWhat? Iâm not handling her!â A man snapped. âIf she isnât of any use, then whatâs the point in even meeting her?â
âSheâs very intelligent and can use computers with her mind
. How is that not useful?â The man sounded furious.
âShe wonât listen to orders.â
âOf course she will; sheâs a soldier, even if she was in the science field. You just canât treat her like an object; she has emotions like any other person.â
âWeâre in need of a weapon
, not a daughter.â The other man growled angrily. âIf you think sheâs so valuable, you
be her handler! You can handle a weapon just as well as we can!â
âI donât know anything about guns. Thatâs the only weapons program her system accepts.â
âThen she should be fine, if she already knows how!â
âFine! Get out of my lab!â The man was yelling by now.
âJust as well with us!â
Sable Rose flinched at the sound of a slamming door. She lost focus, and the only sounds she heard were inside the room; beeping computers and dripping water, as well as the wonderful violin music. Sable sighed. The door opened and in came the man, with two nurses behind him. His face was brisk and professional.
âAlright, Sable Rose, today you should be feeling much better. Can you move your left leg or right arm?â Sable moved both slightly, proving she could. Fire flared through her muscles with even that simple movement.
He turned and typed something on the computer Sable had heard beeping earlier.
âDo you know where you are?â He pressed.
âNo.â
He typed something else.
âYouâve a small case of amnesia. I canât really fix this, but I can tell you. Youâre in a medical facility in the government headquarters called H.A.D, standing for Human Alteration Development. Weâre here so the staff and soldiers like you and your sister, Terra Lain, have their problems caused through government work taken care of. Your injuries were severe enough that the modifications we made to you were the only thing that could save your life. Do you know what happened to your sister?â
âSomething happened to her? I thought I just saw both of themâŠthey seemed fineâŠâ
âI see. The programing is very confusing, isnât it? Alright, because the left side of your brain holds your memories, Iâve had to implant what I knew about you. That leavesâŠblank spots. Professional paperwork isnât very helpful for re-building a life, because they donât ask for your personal interests â from what your favorite foods are and your political views to your favorite music and your relationships. Youâll have to piece those back together, Iâm afraid. They seemed to really care about you, so you three must have been close.â
âReally? I can recall their faces, their careers and their ages, butâŠâ
âThe rest is very personal information, so I couldnât recreate them. Iâm sorry; youâll have to re-learn your sisters again. Today, Iâm going to go through some basic information with youâŠâ
âWhatâs a handler?â Dying to know what was going on, she couldn't help but ask.
He sighed. âA H.A.D employee trained to assist the development of an injured or recovering soldier. You were a scientist, but H.A.D has been ordered to train you again in a much different field; special combat unit. Iâm a scientist, but Iâve had the training I will be giving you, and was going into the same programâŠbut traded off to be a programmer and handler.â
âWhatever. I really donât care.â A headache was
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