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El regreso de los muertos - Gman513 - 03-11-2012
[font=Impact]El regreso de los muertos
[color=#FFCC99](A return from the dead)
Spanish Dictionary:
Dios estaba de mi lado.
God was on my side.
La instalación de clonación secreta en Crete.
The secret cloning facility on Crete.
Para matar al perro que me hizo quemar.
To kill the dog that made me burn.
El regreso de los muertos - Gman513 - 03-12-2012
Death. A interesting experience. One can almost say that an entire lifetime of emotions can take place in the minute you die. The fear as you slowly watch the front of your ship rip open from the pressure of space after your hull was punctured by laser blasts. The terrifying sound of metal as it tears away from your cockpit, exposing you to space. The absolute terror as you drift out of your cockpit slowly... exhaling the final bit of air in your lungs as your body screams for oxygen. The resignation you feel as you realize you are dying. And the sorrow you feel that you will never do everything you had meant to, have the family you wanted or say goodbye to your brother as you hug him.
Of course. I was rather lucky. "Dios estaba de mi lado." Or at least that's what my priest would have said. I knew that one day... I would die. But I wanted to make sure that I died on my own terms. So I signed up for a little "insurance". It is the most interesting of sensations as a device attached to the socket I had had inserted in the back of my head effectively "downloaded" my mind and sent it to a nearby communications center which forwarded it to "la instalación de clonación secreta en Crete". My friends there very nicely placed my mind in a homegrown body.
The sensation.... is indescribable.... It was as if my soul was ripped from my body and dispersed through space... and yet somehow my soul found its way back together. It's as if God himself was ensuring that I lived on to finish what I had to do. I suddenly became aware again. Aware of my body, my senses, of me. In hindsight it was unfortunate that I regained consciousness quite so quickly as I witnessed them pulling a rather large hose out of my throat before passing out again. After that you can imagine what happened next. Exercise, work out, the usual, getting used to my new body and it's lack of disease, wounds or injuries.
Of course I didn't have all my memories again right off the bat. That's not how the mind works. The subconscious sorts through memories during sleep to help rid oneself of pointless memories and see unnoticed facts. It was a few weeks before I regained my identity and two months before I could begin to move around and follow my own free will. The process of re-acclimation to my body was not easy. Muscle memory is not cloneable. I was effectively as dexterous as a new born child. Unable to grab quickly or walk properly. Luckily my mind could remember these things so relearning them was not as difficult.
During my months of rehabilitation my ship was found. Ripped in half and burnt to a crisp by the sun. My ship had made a round trip around the sun just inside it's corona before it drifted away and was found by salvagers. My body was still floating with my ship, or what was left of it, still tethered to the ship by a single cable. The ship was worthless, however, my missing muscle memory could only benefit from moving around in a suit of armor and flight clothes I was used to. The men at the cloning facility recovered what they could, repaired it to the best of their ability and remade the suit as best they could. Wearing the burnt suit did nothing to improve my appeal with the ladies but it did redevelop my muscle memory and aid me in recovering more mental memory.
All in all, the process took 6 months to bring me back to my old self. And you want to know what my first order of business is? "Para matar al perro que me hizo quemar. "
TBC