by booglebox » Mon Jun 14, 2004 3:48 pm
200 years of overclocking, combined with a faulty electricity supply and lack of cooling... the 200,000 billion credit Altemann Übermachine had had enough, and made it's feelings clear by exploding. Not spectacularly, but vigourously enough to splatter the entire room with fizzing green goo and bits of glass.
What happened next defies the inagination.
Only a small amount of goo had hit Booglebox, due to the fact that a whopping great HomeTerm seperated her from the computer. Two globs of one hundred and fifty thousand volt green goo hit her. The larger on her hair, which melted, and the smaller right on her heart. It penetrated through a tear in her leather jumpsuit made by the cracked HomeTerm and gave her heart a massive electric shock. It then dissipiated.
Booglebox woke up.
No drama, no "Jeezuz Crist Wherethehellami" but a slow, dignified return to consiousness. The massive charge had re-activated the nuclear power cells in her by-now-obsolete battle armour.
The suits' main memory banks had been wiped by the Enemy, meaning that no backup of Booglebox's brain was availiable. However one last backup device remained. A vial of liquid was activated by the suit and a needle penetrated Booglebox's leg and injected itself into her veins. She gasped with the pain, then fell asleep suddenly as her brain began to restore itself.
Booglebox woke up again half an hour later, for the second time in two hundred years. She now knew the basics. She knew her name, place of birth, how to use her weapons and the basics of life in Neocron two hundred years ago. She asked her suit to give her some chemical help, and once it had taken effect slowly sat up. The suit performed some subroutines that made her feel refreshed after a good night's sleep.
Some night.
She got up slowly and waded through the blackess to switch on the lights. As she went over to the place where the lights must be she almost tripped over the carcass of a drom. Some long-bueried instinct flared, and she did the "sexy hip action" seven times to get her ligaments working. She chuckled quietly, and switched the lights on.
Nothing happened. Booglebox stood there, scratching her head. She tried the door. It was locked.
She retreated to the other side of the apartment, got out her First Love, loaded up a clip of Alpha-Cell Cooled Plasma Rifle Ammo, hoisted it up on her shoulder, and blew the southern corner of her apartment apart.
She stepped into the lift, got out her Heaven's Key, stroked it, and hacked the apartment lift.
It groaned and shuddered into action. Once it had stopped, she got out and a sign proclaimed "TH 1 layer 2 bar". She walked over to the bar, killed both the barkeepers with one shot, macroed her sl, nicked every drink in the sector, and strode off, happy, confidemt, puzzeled, and rather drunk.
TO BE CONTINUED....
"There is no signature"
My b-day on the 6/11!