Post by Jorlaxl on Jan 31, 2012 21:58:39 GMT -5
(Incorrectly posted in the Beginner post Threads. Reposting here.)
Slow... Take it slow... The voice was thunder in his mind. Booming and crashing down in his brain, he opened his eyes and looked around carefully. The first thing he noticed was the dust around him. Turning his neck caused his whole body pain, but he needed to. The voice in his mind commanded him to move. To move his arms, his legs, and his whole body, even if it caused him pain. The voice was there again, echoing through his thoughts.
Feel free to take this as your first lesson, Master. Pain is acceptable. Even excruciating pain. Until you gain enough power to no longer need pain, it's a necessity.
Jorlaxl can't for the life of him find out where the voice was coming from. Something told him it didn't matter, and they were in this together for the long haul. He didn't exactly like how the voice in his head acted, but he could feel that there's no immediate way of removing it. The quicker he made peace with it, the better.
"I suppose you're right. Now tell me, what's going on here? I can't remember anything, and my whole body aches." He's curious how his "new friend" will react to such a statement.
I suppose I'll just start from the beginning, the voice said. I am data chip 222 model B, and was inserted into your skull to design you and finish what your maker has started. You may call me 2B. You were part of a top secret military project codenamed "Red Engine." Although you were shut down, your professor, Pharaun, placed me into you to finish were he left off. I took some liberties with your programming, and I'm quite proud to say that I made you go above and beyond the good old professors' expectations.
Jorlaxl regarded his unlikely ally for a second. It seemed friendly enough, and it would be suicide for it to purposely get them both killed, so he saw no harm in keeping him around. The pain started to wear off, and he got used to moving his body. The shadow of pain left his face, and his contorted features smoothed out. Cracking his neck, he said "Well, how do we get out of here? This place looks abandoned."
Looking around, Jolaxl spotted the rusted door, and started for it. But 2B quickly stopped him. This door is rusted beyond repair. We are also on the top of the military building that was long since abandoned. I suggest you simply burst through the building's ceiling.
Thinking to himself, he couldn't think of a better option, so he did just that. Using his feet propulsion, he shot up and out of the ceiling, crashing through the strong steel support of the building's foundation. He felt the building rock, but it was otherwise fine. Seeing smoke rising up from the horizon, Jorlaxl started to fly towards it.
"If memory serves... isn't Central City that way?" he asked, hoping 2B wouldn't give him the answer he knew to be true.
Yes, it was. But from what I can tell, it seems that it's been completely destroyed. I suggest we go and investigate, sir.
Jorlaxl was already flying there at his top speed.
(Zeni, Please)
Slow... Take it slow... The voice was thunder in his mind. Booming and crashing down in his brain, he opened his eyes and looked around carefully. The first thing he noticed was the dust around him. Turning his neck caused his whole body pain, but he needed to. The voice in his mind commanded him to move. To move his arms, his legs, and his whole body, even if it caused him pain. The voice was there again, echoing through his thoughts.
Feel free to take this as your first lesson, Master. Pain is acceptable. Even excruciating pain. Until you gain enough power to no longer need pain, it's a necessity.
Jorlaxl can't for the life of him find out where the voice was coming from. Something told him it didn't matter, and they were in this together for the long haul. He didn't exactly like how the voice in his head acted, but he could feel that there's no immediate way of removing it. The quicker he made peace with it, the better.
"I suppose you're right. Now tell me, what's going on here? I can't remember anything, and my whole body aches." He's curious how his "new friend" will react to such a statement.
I suppose I'll just start from the beginning, the voice said. I am data chip 222 model B, and was inserted into your skull to design you and finish what your maker has started. You may call me 2B. You were part of a top secret military project codenamed "Red Engine." Although you were shut down, your professor, Pharaun, placed me into you to finish were he left off. I took some liberties with your programming, and I'm quite proud to say that I made you go above and beyond the good old professors' expectations.
Jorlaxl regarded his unlikely ally for a second. It seemed friendly enough, and it would be suicide for it to purposely get them both killed, so he saw no harm in keeping him around. The pain started to wear off, and he got used to moving his body. The shadow of pain left his face, and his contorted features smoothed out. Cracking his neck, he said "Well, how do we get out of here? This place looks abandoned."
Looking around, Jolaxl spotted the rusted door, and started for it. But 2B quickly stopped him. This door is rusted beyond repair. We are also on the top of the military building that was long since abandoned. I suggest you simply burst through the building's ceiling.
Thinking to himself, he couldn't think of a better option, so he did just that. Using his feet propulsion, he shot up and out of the ceiling, crashing through the strong steel support of the building's foundation. He felt the building rock, but it was otherwise fine. Seeing smoke rising up from the horizon, Jorlaxl started to fly towards it.
"If memory serves... isn't Central City that way?" he asked, hoping 2B wouldn't give him the answer he knew to be true.
Yes, it was. But from what I can tell, it seems that it's been completely destroyed. I suggest we go and investigate, sir.
Jorlaxl was already flying there at his top speed.
(Zeni, Please)
Jorlaxl, master of crane.
