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"Operator Nerosol, By Order of the Nine Towers High Council and authorized by the majority of the house, you are to set in motion Protocol 7825AS23/Polo. From within it crackled a voice of an older gentleman. The trio Glanced at each other then held out the data player once more. "Well? What are you three doing here? What are your orders?" he asked as he stretched out. There stood Operator Nerosol, his body covered completely, with his head tilted to the side. We had a window of time and a man to end. None the less we sped off towards the job.
Who? No one knew who he was besides a name.
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Why was he so threatening in presence while only looking like an office worker? Dark jeans, dark shoes, a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows and face that reminded of some other free man. The last member of the team turned to look back at the team before starting up the van. “Let’s roll.” I stated as I sat down in the passenger seat. A technomancer and a swordsman sat in the back next to Murph, leaving me to sit next to the front. Inside sat the three remaining members of the team. “Looks like we have little time on this one so let’s get going, Hook.” Murph stated as we left the café and headed to a van. “As you had asked.” The troll responded before leaving.
I am just the middleman.” The Troll said handing Murph a manila envelope. “I am not the one who is asking you for work. This man is Murph, one of the people on the team I was assigned to.
I arrive at the café and sit down next to a man dressed like a detective from an old video I saw in human archives once. Not knowing who this was but trusting my instincts in this world, I went on auto pilot to where I needed to be. “Understood, will be there,” the words flowed naturally from my mouth as I cradled the phone against my shoulder as I was pulling on gloves and a watch. Human ones, seems my personal weapons have been integrated into the armoring. Jeans, modified shoes, shirt, jacket and concealed weapons. I could pass off as normal in this world.
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The once bulky armor I wore was now skin tight and hidden, waiting for me to enter conflict for it to awaken. As I reached for the armor, it sprung to life and attached itself beneath the clothing I was wearing. I have a pair of glasses that have more complex a HUD than my armor did.īehind the door I saw the remains of my armor sitting as if in a museum display. My face is mine but if anyone else saw it, they would have to stare harder to see that I am not truly human. Once I was bald, now I have dreadlocks tied back behind my head with a band. I turn and look at myself before opening the door. I am a detective and weapons expert in this world, tasked with running in the shadows for a greater good.
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These memories of this world, memories of how to exist in the shadows, memories of how to blend in with humans and memories of who I am in this world flowed into my mind. A Lone tau on their holiest of holiest planets…īut as the revelation struck, another one struck me harder. In the back of my mind I found this not at all odd. Stripped of my armor, I stood in human sleep wear. I was no longer who I was before in full. A mirror was attached to the back of a door. I awoke in what would be called a bed… I found myself dressed in clothes not of my people. I was in my ship on the other side of the universe near my home world. The city I land in, the city I awoke to find myself in… We all find out later.įrom where I was I know but I can’t say… No one would believe. Who is the writer? That is not something that matters to my tale what does is the world I was created in.Ī broken world yet it is in perfect state.Ī world that is and is not at the same time and yet it is A world in contradiction to itself.īut That I find later. Then again that is the way the story is created at times. A writer who’s mind is filled with many like me but not like me.įragments of ideas that define a character existing in a world made of memories and dream. I am only a fragment of an idea in the mind of a writer. No… I shall start at the end and work backwards.
Discuss your favorite titles, find a new one to play or share the game you developed.Shall I being with my birth, the birth of my parents, or the birth of my people?