BGS: Harry 'Android' Marshall
Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2003 9:58 pm
Name: Marshall
First name(s): Harry, Chicowski
Nickname: Android
Sex: Male
Primary Address: Apartment 1B, Sector 1
Town/City: Techhaven
Country: Pluto
Date of birth: *Unclear*
Social state: not married
Life story:
The story of my life is unlike told before, its incredible and it won’t surprise me if you have trouble believing only just half of what I’m going to tell you.
It all started on a rainy day in the city of Neocron, Harold, which most of you all now know as Sir. Husk, walked down the streets of Viarosso sector 2 to meet his friend and neighbour killer, who lived across the street.
Before they went out hunting Launcher Cyclops they always had a coffee at killer’s place, watch the sun come up, hear the birds sing their daily song of joy. It was a moment of peace, the silence before the storm so to speak.
They each activated the genrep installed in the apartment, next destination Military Base.
Harold had the strangest feeling something was wrong, instead of appearing at the other side of the genrep he somehow got stuck inside. Feeling half awake and half a sleep, it was strange to say the least. A presence was near, he was sure of that! But looking around seemed impossible…as if he moved, but not moved at all at the same time.
Suddenly he was sucked trough …well.. something, and he appeared in Military base, feeling an extreme pain!
He had suffered from an almost lethal dose of synaptic impairment. It was as if he visited 10 places in those few seconds that it had cost him to move towards the Military Base, far from normal to say the least.
Killer was talking to one of the shop keepers for some ammunition he saw when he checked around, ‘What?? 10k for just 5 pieces of the most crappy rifle bullets? How about I give you the poke, and you give me them for free?’ he heard killer say who was having an argument with the shop keeper.
A few minutes later the pain and impairment was back down to acceptable levels, a shitload of ammo richer they where running trough the wastelands looking for some launchers to exterminate.
Launcher after launcher fell before there terror, mutants ran around screaming like pigs in a mud bad…when suddenly they heard a familiar sound…
The Resistance, they are here!!!
Everybody screamed and started to run around, like chickens with no head.
Harold looked around for a save spot, when he suddenly stood face to face, with one of those Twilight Guardian “scumbags”.
That is, or rather was about the last thing I can remember till a few days ago.
A few days ago I woke up in a small laboratory in Tech Haven, surrounded by engineers and scientists which where wearing tags that said ‘Fallen Angels’ and ‘ScienceLab OmegaDeltaCX’.
I had heard of that first name, about a safe haven for people who raise up against the company’s in the city that pushed them around to much or something. At the time I didn’t really know how scientists where treated in the city.
When I wanted to stand up however I found that there was something different to me, something terribly wrong.
A young scientist walked towards my bed, looking very happy about something. He waved towards the other people in the room and said something... but I couldn’t hear what it was…I couldn’t hear.
One of the scientists took a screwdriver and stuck it into my head, I wanted to scream! Scream of pain, till I noticed there was no pain. Moments later I heard noises, first.. far away, but then clearer, and clearer.
So, you finally managed to get out of your coma? A scientist asked.
I’m Sherman, chief scientist for Lab OmegaDeltaCX.
So many questions I had, so many answers I sought.
Where am I?
Its not the question of where you are, but rather of when you are. Sherman spoke.
The year is 2782, thirty years after your, ahum, death.
*this story will be updated and finished at a later point*
First name(s): Harry, Chicowski
Nickname: Android
Sex: Male
Primary Address: Apartment 1B, Sector 1
Town/City: Techhaven
Country: Pluto
Date of birth: *Unclear*
Social state: not married
Life story:
The story of my life is unlike told before, its incredible and it won’t surprise me if you have trouble believing only just half of what I’m going to tell you.
It all started on a rainy day in the city of Neocron, Harold, which most of you all now know as Sir. Husk, walked down the streets of Viarosso sector 2 to meet his friend and neighbour killer, who lived across the street.
Before they went out hunting Launcher Cyclops they always had a coffee at killer’s place, watch the sun come up, hear the birds sing their daily song of joy. It was a moment of peace, the silence before the storm so to speak.
They each activated the genrep installed in the apartment, next destination Military Base.
Harold had the strangest feeling something was wrong, instead of appearing at the other side of the genrep he somehow got stuck inside. Feeling half awake and half a sleep, it was strange to say the least. A presence was near, he was sure of that! But looking around seemed impossible…as if he moved, but not moved at all at the same time.
Suddenly he was sucked trough …well.. something, and he appeared in Military base, feeling an extreme pain!
He had suffered from an almost lethal dose of synaptic impairment. It was as if he visited 10 places in those few seconds that it had cost him to move towards the Military Base, far from normal to say the least.
Killer was talking to one of the shop keepers for some ammunition he saw when he checked around, ‘What?? 10k for just 5 pieces of the most crappy rifle bullets? How about I give you the poke, and you give me them for free?’ he heard killer say who was having an argument with the shop keeper.
A few minutes later the pain and impairment was back down to acceptable levels, a shitload of ammo richer they where running trough the wastelands looking for some launchers to exterminate.
Launcher after launcher fell before there terror, mutants ran around screaming like pigs in a mud bad…when suddenly they heard a familiar sound…
The Resistance, they are here!!!
Everybody screamed and started to run around, like chickens with no head.
Harold looked around for a save spot, when he suddenly stood face to face, with one of those Twilight Guardian “scumbags”.
That is, or rather was about the last thing I can remember till a few days ago.
A few days ago I woke up in a small laboratory in Tech Haven, surrounded by engineers and scientists which where wearing tags that said ‘Fallen Angels’ and ‘ScienceLab OmegaDeltaCX’.
I had heard of that first name, about a safe haven for people who raise up against the company’s in the city that pushed them around to much or something. At the time I didn’t really know how scientists where treated in the city.
When I wanted to stand up however I found that there was something different to me, something terribly wrong.
A young scientist walked towards my bed, looking very happy about something. He waved towards the other people in the room and said something... but I couldn’t hear what it was…I couldn’t hear.
One of the scientists took a screwdriver and stuck it into my head, I wanted to scream! Scream of pain, till I noticed there was no pain. Moments later I heard noises, first.. far away, but then clearer, and clearer.
So, you finally managed to get out of your coma? A scientist asked.
I’m Sherman, chief scientist for Lab OmegaDeltaCX.
So many questions I had, so many answers I sought.
Where am I?
Its not the question of where you are, but rather of when you are. Sherman spoke.
The year is 2782, thirty years after your, ahum, death.
*this story will be updated and finished at a later point*