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He lead the OCULUS team through a separate walkway and into a dark and cold room. Large containers lined the walls with Liquid Cardimine. As they passed through, Alan explained the process that was developed to regrow the nomadic vessel, a Scorpion of the Das Wilde.
Think of this. When a man loses his arm in these times, he has the option to have it regrown through the use of Stem Cell Regeneration. Doctors will induce the cells which he already has to reform his arm. In Liberty they are doing this now to pilots who have lost more than 50% of their body, growing back the complete organ sturctor/legs/bones. Stem Cell research has come a long way since the days of Earth...
What I have done with the Scorpion is very similar. The Liquid Cardimine served as a natural environment for the vessel parts to nurture in, but regrowth would not occur without an alien power source. Over time enough derelicts were gathered to combine what little power they held to jump start the ship's self healing process. Extreme measures were taken to ensure that the communication hub was completely removed while the shell remained alive. A human cockpit was retrofitted in-place of the alien hub... The problem, and the reason you are here, is that the link between our human technology and the organic ship is to distant... It will not receive commands from anything except a conscious being... and because using a Nomad mind is completely out of the question, it leaves only one option, to use a human mind...
Ah here we are.
The door sprung open, revealing a hanger bay inside with one lone ship suspended. The reason for Roy Heliox's visit, and Alan Write's greatest achievement.
Roy entered the hangar, his hands placed behind his back. Behind him followed the four zealots. Roy motioned at the door and three zealots moved to stand at the doorway of the hangar. The remaining one stood just five feet off in the corner. He called his corporate bot into the hangar and had him set the large case down just inside. The bot began to open the case and take out several instruments, assembling various pieces together.
Roy walked around the ship.
Roy: Nomadic... Interesting vessel.
Roy came back around to the hangar entrance by his corporate bot, who now had several large instruments set up.
Alan watched as Roy surveyed the vessel as it lay suspended, alive, but without a conscious. Was he ready for this? Was it worth it? How could a mind survive outside it's natural state?...... Alan snapped out of his daze as he was handed the data chip that was made for Roy.
Ah... There you are. Please, let me show you the neural data we have at this time.
Alan brought up a screen with a myriad of complex readouts. He stepped aside and motioned for Roy to take a closer look.
As you can see eh... The data is complete: Bio traces, nervous systems, cognitive cell plating for rapid regrowth upon damage. It all centralizes just below our integrated command center. As you can see here...
He rambles on, showing Roy the works, details of every inch inside and out the foreign ship. Taking a deep breath, he slowed his words...
But of course, connecting all this to a centralized mind... It's just beyond us. I... I've never attempted such a feat before.
Roy took the data disk and handed it to his creation just several feet away. The zealot took the disk, placing it inside its robe.
Roy observed the data on the ship. He quickly looked over the readouts before turning and looking back to the ship. He took several steps toward it...
Roy: Nomads... are more like humans than most people realize..
He paced around the room, looking at every corner of the ship.
Roy: Both share such a intricate network of nerves. The transfer process... is... easier then it seems. The tricky part lies in maintaining the original organisms "consciousness." Without it, the result would only be a copy of the original organism.
He stopped just by his corporate bot.
Roy: Of course, the process results in a loss of the organisms body. So, without the right knowledge, you would wake up just in time to see a "cloned" version of you operating the vessel, right before you died.
Roy motioned the corporate bot to step away from the newly constructed instrument it had built.
Roy: I have solved this issue with a "similar" process
He smirked
Roy: Key neurons in the brain must be targeted and transfered to a special area located in the vessel that acts as the central "brain" of the ship. Of course, the rest is easy. But these "Key" neurons, are too deep within the human brain to be targeted with simple probes and wiring. The area is surrounded by tissue deep within. Some... extraction... is needed. Not only will the extraction result in destruction of much of the brain, but being near death is required. Only then does the brain become "frantic," searching any possible option to avoid death...Your body will not survive the process.
Roy flipped several switches on the OCULUS machine. It turned on extending several feet in the air from its base. The corporate bot took several cables out from behind the machine and began inserting them into key area's of the ship. Roy approached a console on the machine, typing in several commands. He looked one last time at the readings.
The machine loomed over Alan. Suddenly he felt very small, as if the entirety of space was folded around him, his gut tightened. He swallowed his fear to answer the question as he removed his coat, his gaze fixated on the mechanism...
I'm ready...
He motioned to his assistant who punched in several codes. The Scorpion-Hybrid groaned and shivered, like a beast startled from a deep sleep...
The vessel is preped for neural transfer. Do your worst.
Roy motioned for the corporate bot to step aside from the vessel.
Roy: Your hair.. will have to be removed
The corporate bot approached Alan, placing its hands upon his head and shaving off any hair. Afterwards the corporate bot stepped aside and walked out of the hangar.
Roy motioned his zealot towards the OCULUS machine. The large twisted creature seemed as if it glided towards it. He began typing on the console, the machine roared to life casting a blue light on the entire room. Roy pointed Alan toward a chair located in front, on the machine. He walked over to a switch, placing his hands upon it.
Roy smirked, his hand firmly placed upon the switch...
Roy: There wont be anything left if it doesn't..
He gave one last chuckle as he thrusted the switch downwards with force.
The machine latched around the torso of Alan, as it rose from the floor. The intensity of the light was bright enough to blind anyone who dared to look. A upper piece of the machine folded down, clamping onto Alan's face. From afar, one could see as back portion of the device got smaller, and smaller, and smaller as it pressed into his forehead. There was a faint sound of a drill... and the cracking of bone.
The body of Alan shook as if from electric shock. His sight, hearing, and smell were instantly eradicated... and replaced by pure neural immersion. He could "feel" the data as it scattered through his body. He felt a surge, starting from his toes, rushing up through his lower body, and exploding into his head. It was as if a thousand voices were scratching at the inside of his skull, screaming to find a way out.
The pain... His skull was collapsing, the voices grew louder, the terror more intense... A noise grew above the rest, a whir, the sound of drilling. His torment skyrocketed... And just as the voices quieted to accept their fate, just as Alan knew he was at his end, the pain subsided. The drills punctured through his skull and a passageway opened for the voices. He could feel them, traveling faster than he could have ever conceived. He was moving with them; he was apart of them. It was... Exhilarating.
They traveled, through and into a network of channels, channels of man-made material. They could not stay here, even though it was not dying, for it was not living. They moved forward...
Suddenly they came upon the new host. The voices rejoiced, for this was NOT man made, indeed it was not even... man. In the blink of an eye the voices know the host, and the host welcomed them with warm tidings. They were one, they were strong... They were Alan.
Rorry steps out of his personal Havoc into the main hanger bay. There are bodies strewn about: Alan's crew. Quickly he dons an oxygen filter.
He made his way to the control room, everyone was dead...
"System online... Interface, play back final journal entry."
The electronics whirred to life and the face of one of Alan's assistants sprung up on the hologram projector.
I think.... this is the end. Soon after the OCULUS vessels left the voice was heard. Dr. Alan, though his body is no more, is very much alive. He... Keeps attempting to, communicate with us. The effects of his attempts have resulted in the deaths of those he contacts. Many left as we found out death met those he spoke to. But just as many stayed to try to "fix" our beloved leader... Dr. Alan.... The bodies are to many to manage now, we must leave them where they fall. I don't have much time.
The hologram flashed the words "End Log..." several times before shutting down.
Brother?
Alan?
Over here... Follow my voice.
No not that way *** frustration*** THIS way.
Rorry followed the voice of his brother to a door, welded shut. "Do not enter" was rashly burned into the center of the door, as if the person who wrote it was in a hurry to get away.
How... Do I get in? Where are you? Am.... he looks around This "mental" talking had better not kill me Alan. I saw the log...
*** amusement*** We share the same DNA, you and I may talk normally without fear of harm to you. Though to others it seems as if I can only convey emotions. *** frustration*** rather a bother.
A bother? You killed the entire crew! he laughs That's more along my line of actions normally. pauses Alan, the log mentioned you losing your "body," what exactly does that mean? And how do I get through this damn door?!
Oh yes, the door... Give it a good kick, it should give way fairly easy. My boys were scientists not some well trained welders. ***laughter***
As for my body, I have a new one! You see brother... We have much to discuss.
He kicked in the door as Alan's last words echoed in his head. Upon entering it was evident the voice pulsed from the Scorpion Hybrid vessel before him.
***curiosity*** How's my new look?
Brother... Indeed you were right. We have much to discuss...