forum “ mission failed successfully.” ( end of the world rp)

Started September 27, 2021 by Deleted user

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"There's something wrong with him… we need to get out of here." William whispered, not looking at Malcolm.

“ I understand your fear. “ hiro said, his blue eyes rested on Williams

(Really sorry about the length. I got inspired. And fair warning to any that are squeamish about it, there is an injection needle used)

“I see. Maybe I could look at it later,”Malcolm said to Hiro.

Malcolm paused with a strange look, then set down his toolkit and finished his glass of whiskey as his hands started to shake. He glanced at William suspiciously and huffed, seeming to calm down shockingly fast.

“You know, if you want to fuck with my emotions, if that’s what you’re actually doing, you’d be better served by making me happy. Intimidation and fear is something that doesn’t stay long with me, simply because… it pisses me off!”he snarled.

He leaned back on the counter with an angry sigh, seeming to favor his left leg. One of the AI turned, its eyes turning blue as it examined Malcolm. It seemed to calculate something, then its eyes turned green.

“Malcolm-Lifeform, the function of your leg decreases. Does Malcolm-Lifeform require assistance?”the AI said.

“What kind of fucking question is that? Why in the fuck would I be drinking my strongest fucking whiskey if my leg wasn’t losing function! Sure, it’s been a shitty day, but not that fucking shitty!”Malcolm burst.

“What happened to the polymers?”the AI asked.

“I’ve run out of the polymers, even the fucking liquified alloys, that I’ve been using to stabilize the fucking thing. And it’s such a bitch to make either one with the useless fucking scrap around here!”Malcolm ranted.

The AI’s eyes turned blue again, then returned to green. It walked forward, the tip of its index finger popping open like a cap, and set five tiny vials of liquid on the counter.

“Really? You make it look so fucking easy. But, why in the fucking hell are you helping me? I thought you didn’t appreciate how I have inadvertently extended my life,”Malcolm said with a sigh.

“Malcolm-Lifeform stated that you do not intentionally extend your lifespan. Malcolm-Lifeform has also proven useful to us,”the AI replied, moving away.

Malcolm snorted, shaking his head, and grabbed one of the vials. He moved to a somewhat damaged cabinet, limping slightly, and grabbed a miniature chair and an empty injection needle.

He moved back to where his toolkit was and tapped the miniature chair, dropping it. It grew to full size and he sat down, gingerly lifting his left leg onto the counter.

“This, you little fucking brats, is aging. Oh, and yes, I lied about the chairs. Fuck off,”Malcolm snorted as he placed the vial in an empty slot on the needle.

He then pulled up his left pants leg, revealing a massive burn scar running the full length of his skinny leg. He stabbed the needle into his thigh, seeming completely unfazed by the jab.

When he finished with the needle, he slowly lowered his leg and set the used needle on the counter. He waited a moment, then stood and tested his leg.

“Fucking finally,”he snorted, moving to sit back down.

(Just to clarify. The AI actually switch modes when their eye color changes. Blue is scanning, green is communicating, and so on)

Hiro scoffed at the bot “ fucking dick” hiro looked around at Malcolm's stash of metal. He closed his eyes for a second and opened them, they're were glowing a pure white and his spinal cord glowed a deep red. Suddenly the mixture of polymer that the scientist needed had flowed into many unused vials. Once he was done his eyes faded. He felt like puking or passing out, one of the two.

William tilted his head. "I didn't change your emotions. I can't do that."

Hiro leaned on William “ can you change body feeling?” he looked sick to his stomach but his spine was still glowing red

Malcolm snickered, then noticed the pile of metal change and smirked.

“You do know that I could have used that metal for repairs.”

He sighed, then turned to William. He rolled his eyes.

“I suspect otherwise, but I’m in no fucking mood to argue with a brat.”

He stood, grabbing his toolkit, and looked around.

“Alright, I am going to work for a bit. You two can stay here, or go on the roof, but the basement is mine. I catch you down there while I’m working, and you’re likely to get shot.”

Malcolm turned to the AIs, but paused as he noticed Hiro’s glowing spine. He stared at it for a long moment.

“I can still look at that, if you wish.”

(I edited a bit, because I fell behind)

“ not right now or I'm liable to either pass out from pain or puke.”

“Fainting or puking. That’s it? Fucking hell, you are a child,”Malcolm snorted.

He walked over, watching Hiro and his spine closely.

“ it's not just fainting or puking. It's migraines from hell and full body shut down.” he said not noticing Malcolm and just holding his head.

Malcolm gave a long ‘hmm’, calculating. He scrutinized Hiro’s spine, still fascinated by it.

“Full body shut down? As in dead, paralyzed, what?”

“ as in I'm fucking comatose for an hour, aware but no reaction. But I have to really push myself for that” he said

“So, paralyzed with a twist,”Malcolm snorted, chuckling.

He moved behind Hiro, crouching, and pulled out a strong magnifying glass from his toolkit. He used it in front of his mechanical left eye, which made the effect even stronger.

“And now for the little details.”

Malcolm examined every inch of Hiro’s spine, able to see every microscopic nick or spur on the metal. The fact that it was still red made no difference to him, and the marks told Malcolm a story of the spine’s creation and usage. He couldn’t help grinning.

Hiro looked behind himself when he did microscopic hexagon plates shifted. Turning in response with his skin. The red light was a warning of some kind, though his maker never told him why.

Malcolm chuckled, then searched for a flaw that could cause the issues Hiro had earlier. He wondered what the warning light could be.

Overload of some kind? Maybe, too much heat? Or, for the more extreme, even a warning of some explosive or deadly event?

Malcolm pushed the questions aside for now, focusing on his search for a flaw.

Hiro sighed “ you won't find anything. I've tried.”

Malcolm huffed, continuing to search.

“I’ve been making microscopic machines for over a hundred years. Besides, whether I find anything or not, it’s still fascinating to look.”

A wicked grin crossed his face and he set down his toolkit, picking through it without looking. He took out a vial of little beads, more nanobots.

“And, if you’re willing to try, these particular little helpers create and repair machines. I love these little suckers. They could likely help find the issue, if one even exists, without altering a thing.”

“ that's fine..” he said reluctantly. “ kit if something goes wrong, you run.”

Malcolm snorted, then set the magnifying glass down and poured a handful of nanobots into his hand. They unraveled.

“Alright, my little friends, help me find and repair the problem here. Be careful, this is a sensitive project. Nothing is to be tampered with unless I say.”

They flashed blue and Malcolm gently poured the nanobots along Hiro’s spine. They crawled around, examining the exposed spine, then a few burrowed, continuing to scan the spine and surrounding tissue.

“I’d stay as still as possible. Makes the process easier on both parties.”

“ I… I'm trying” now and then nerves were hit and hiros arm would jump or leg would twitch.

“Spread out. Whole skeleton. Gently now.”

A few more nanobots burrowed. Malcolm hummed to himself, checking through his toolkit. He noticeably sat with his left side facing Hiro.

“ this feels like a fucked up high” he said. Hiro started to feel more uneasy by the moment.

Malcolm’s demented grin returned.

“Details. Any pain, tingling, other weird sensations? Where are they? The more details, the better.”

“ right now, they're all over my arms, tingling around my joints. “ hiro held out his arm to the doctor, while dots no bigger then a goosebump moved around his arms

“So, are you just a layer of flesh over a metal skeleton? Because that never happens… or maybe it does, I’ve never used them on organic tissue.”

Malcolm shrugged, watching the little bumps similar to a cat watching a bug.