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Survival (The Carrier)

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- '' * * EXITING STANDBY MODE. PADLOCKS UNLOCKED. THREAT IDENTIFIED. * * ''

The hologram screen disappear just as quick as it appeared; and the cyborg would kick its feet in motion - the visor lighting up in bright red.

The automated voice rang throughout the room as the heavy steel steps echoed.

- '' * * Nano-shell intrusion detected.

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STAND BACK. * * ''



The Cyborg would swiftly attempt to reach down to grab Lucy by her hair, pulling her away from Clarissa, whom was only known to Kilo as Subject 0 0 1;.

And if there indeed was no-reaction time from the defected girl, he'd lift her up high in the air, glaring emptily without turning its gaze to Soul, speaking up once again.

- '' * * FULL BIOLOGICAL ANALYSIS; AVAILABLE. * *

Survival (The Carrier)

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The Cyborg would slowly turn its empty glare to Soul, its scanners lighting up significantly.

The mass of light gathered ahead of Soul, would result in a large; LCD-like hologram screen. As an answer to Soul's question, the automated voice would speak up.

- '' * * Command Prompt Interface; Enabled. Activate / Deactivate / Enable / Disable / Add / Remove prompt length active.

Awaiting response from directive personnel. * * ''



The Cyborg would appear completely obedient to Doctor Soul.

Survival (The Carrier)

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Kilo peered back at the duo in the cell ahead, lowering its gaze at them. Thin lens directed at both girls in the cell were bright enough to turn the entire room into swiveling pool of violet colour.

Faint clicking coming from behind the lifeless glare was more than enough of a confirmation that anything that has been scanned is thoroughly processed.

Automated monotone spoke up shortly after.

- '' * * Deep layer protocols engaging. Database located. Compatibility registration underway.

- Processing.


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Subject mismatch. Unidentified. Gender; Female. Approximation of race unidentified, preferable classification of race standing under mulatto classification. Estimated biological age; Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen; underage. Subject has not yet been classified in any E-CORP related foundation or corporation. * * ''

Seemingly, he spoke about Ophelia.

And soon enough, the voice spoke out again and the visor dimmed down.


- '' * * Database located. Compatibility registration underway.

- Processing.


Subject match found. Classified under jurisdiction of Dr. Olsen, operating under jurisdiction of Downs Mental Hospital 10-11. Gender; Female. Approximation of race unidentified, possible error due to 50-50 chance of the subject suffering from albinism. Estimated biological age; Ten-Eleven-Twelve; underage. Subject has been classified to be operated under E-CORP's treatment and rehabilitation program.

Classified diagnosis; BPD / EUPD *note. Patient restraint required.


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WARNING; CRITICAL INCONGRUOUS THREAT IDENTIFIED.


- DETECTING EPIDERMAL DAMAGE. * * ''


He'd glare down at the duo, its body unmoving - clearly operating under command of Doctor Soul.

He soundlessly waited.

Survival (The Carrier)

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When the scream rang through the halls of the facility, the cyborg didn't stop; and neither did the duo following him, for quite obvious reasons.

His hight-frequency blade was stained with fresh blood, as the vast amounts of infected just kept running for the certain death. Technically impaling themselves on the weapon. But they never had a chance to know what they're facing.

Kilo led Soul and Clarissa through the facility, nearing the room with pressure-locked cells. Source of the loud shriek. The door leading inside was sealed tight. So instead, the cyborg merely peered inside - and despite the lack of light, his sensors picked up movement nonetheless.

Automated voice spoke up as he signalled Soul and Clarissa to halt.

- '' * * Hostile trace; Multiple contacts. * * ''

Hydraulics hissed. He lifted his hand up in the air, swinging it back and forth with calculated movement, barging an arm-sized hole through the bulletproof window on the door. He'd grasp the inside ledge of the now penetrated door, pulling with hard-to-imagine force.

The locks released, hydraulics hissed again and the cyborg basically ripped the door out of its frame, gaining absolute access into the room with pressure-locked cells.

He downed a simple glare at the ragged-up infected coat, swinging the high-frequency blade through thin air ahead as he scanned him.

- '' * * CRITICAL INCONGRUOUS THREAT IDENTIFIED. * * ''

He'd kicks his feet in motion, the heavy metal steps ringing throughout the room, completely silencing the ragged up breaths and sighs of the infected doctor ahead.

Infected's reaction-time was non-existent. As soon he was at compatible CQC distance, the cyborg swiftly shashed through the area ahead, running the blade vertically through the torso of the infected doctor, the weapon itself traced by the trail of blood, sparkles and burnt flesh.

The infected gargled up some blood, its torso splitting in two as it motionlessly collided with the steel floor below.

The Cyborg would swing the blade through empty air again, ridding it of the corrosive agents and blood, the smell of burnt flesh slowly spreading throughout the room. He'd divert the scanners at the cell, which he calculated was the source of screaming.

Automated voice spoke up.

- '' * * Compatibility registration; underway. Multiple contacts of sentient descent. Processing 76% of inevitable epidermal damage. Nano-catalyst viability assessment; complete. Facility subjects of unnamed species; further register updates required. * * ''

The Cyborg would slowly turn back to Soul, speaking up.

- '' * * Directive protocol will be required. * * ''

Survival (The Carrier)

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The Cyborg would slowly pan its scanners back at Soul, glaring emptily. Prolonged clicking coming out from behind the lifeless glare meant 'something' was most definitely going on.

The Cyborg would slowly dart its gaze back ahead, emptily staring as the automated voice spoke up with a quiet hiss of the hydraulics in its framework.

- '' * * Objectives updated; point A - to - B directive recieved. Primary systems re-routed.


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Exiting standby mode. * * ''

The Cyborg would emit a noise similar to a deep exhale as it took a brief look around, its movements no longer automated; but more-so resembling the movement of actual sentient being.

First, he'd glance at Soul - then briefly at Clarissa before pivoting in place, turning around on heel, stepping outside from the building through the devastated door-frame.

Without any sign of hesitation, he'd withdraw the high-frequency blade out of its sheath. And it was advanced technology of destruction at its best. Soul would be able to recognize this without a problem. A high-frequency blade was a sword reinforced by a powerful alternating current and resonating at extremely high vibration frequencies. This oscillation weakened the molecular bonds of anything it cuts, thereby increasing its cutting ability. Striking, cutting, and thrusting attacks were performed with the blade, with the sharpened edge and point used for lethal attacks, and the blunt edge used as a clubbing weapon.

It was forbidden in mass-production market, and could only be crafted under strict jurisdiction of government operating this industry.

This weapon was off-limits to any human. Mostly used in mechanized or automated facilities, where 'machines' could operate this technology with unmistakable precision.

The Cyborg wouldn't turn back to the duo. Instead, it would speak loud an clear as it slowly paved the way through the ruined street.

- '' * * Route calculated. Clear to proceed. * * ''


((sorry for the wait. was busy drinking my head off.))