Post by viruswithshoes on Feb 2, 2019 2:37:53 GMT -5
Amidst a pile of deactivated mines and improvised explosive devices an entertainer of children dressed in all black severed the right arm of a respected businessman.
Tetsuo Gene, a mere four hours prior to being drugged and subject to an amputation procedure was trying to run off a street performer and his array of puppets. One passionate conversation about cybernetics later, the weapon merchant became entranced with the idea of becoming one with his own creations.
The puppeteer talked of human evolution and the melding of man and machine with such infectious enthusiasm that Tetsuo's spiritual conversion soon led to a physical one.
The bearded, black-clad machinist smiled throughout the procedure and chatted with his patient who was only under a local anesthetic released, oddly enough, by the puppet user's snake puppet. When Tetsuo awoke not only was there no puncture wounds from his arm from the puppet's fangs but there were no arms.
"You seem nice so I decided to throw in the other arm for free."
Tetsuo, normally a cold, laconic man bearing a great amount of post surgery pain wrapped his two new metallic arms around his doctor's neck, acting as something between a hug and a death grip.
"Guns. I need guns. How many guns can you fit in these."
The seller of weapons pointed his fight index finger toward Toulon and depressed his thumb as if cocking the hammer of a gun. What emerged was merely a flame. Not a stream of incendiary death but something more appropriate for lighting cigarettes.
Toulon sighed and gently pushed his patient's finger tip shut in the same way one would close a zippo lighter.
"Obviously, I didn't weaponize you. Would you sell someone a loaded gun?"
The doctor-mechanic greeted the world's newest cyborg with what Tetsuo considered his most odd and awkward hug to date. It was then that the man with the new metal arms saw that his doctor had four of them. A flat, black finish made them more subtle than the shiny chrome ones he had just installed.
"Use them as much as possible but don't overdo it. If you feel pain in the shoulders, stop what you are doing and take a rest. Your body is still trying to knit together the metal and meat. I suggest hiring someone to do your lifting. One heavy box might mean both arms being ripped off."
Toulon chuckled and straightened his slim, black tie, turned his back on newest patient and whipped his long white coat over his back, hoping to disappear into night like some sort of friendly specter.
In order to manipulate his puppets, he built his little friends with ports magnetically connected to the wires that came from Toulon's cybernetic fingers. His black, cybernetic fingers twitches and bent in odd ways which amused him. He could feel Tetsuo Gene flexing his cybernetic muscles. Before he his metallic strings could reach their limits the cyborg master of puppets retracted them back into his own hands like spools of fishing line. He'd catch that fish later.
Tetsuo Gene, a mere four hours prior to being drugged and subject to an amputation procedure was trying to run off a street performer and his array of puppets. One passionate conversation about cybernetics later, the weapon merchant became entranced with the idea of becoming one with his own creations.
The puppeteer talked of human evolution and the melding of man and machine with such infectious enthusiasm that Tetsuo's spiritual conversion soon led to a physical one.
The bearded, black-clad machinist smiled throughout the procedure and chatted with his patient who was only under a local anesthetic released, oddly enough, by the puppet user's snake puppet. When Tetsuo awoke not only was there no puncture wounds from his arm from the puppet's fangs but there were no arms.
"You seem nice so I decided to throw in the other arm for free."
Tetsuo, normally a cold, laconic man bearing a great amount of post surgery pain wrapped his two new metallic arms around his doctor's neck, acting as something between a hug and a death grip.
"Guns. I need guns. How many guns can you fit in these."
The seller of weapons pointed his fight index finger toward Toulon and depressed his thumb as if cocking the hammer of a gun. What emerged was merely a flame. Not a stream of incendiary death but something more appropriate for lighting cigarettes.
Toulon sighed and gently pushed his patient's finger tip shut in the same way one would close a zippo lighter.
"Obviously, I didn't weaponize you. Would you sell someone a loaded gun?"
The doctor-mechanic greeted the world's newest cyborg with what Tetsuo considered his most odd and awkward hug to date. It was then that the man with the new metal arms saw that his doctor had four of them. A flat, black finish made them more subtle than the shiny chrome ones he had just installed.
"Use them as much as possible but don't overdo it. If you feel pain in the shoulders, stop what you are doing and take a rest. Your body is still trying to knit together the metal and meat. I suggest hiring someone to do your lifting. One heavy box might mean both arms being ripped off."
Toulon chuckled and straightened his slim, black tie, turned his back on newest patient and whipped his long white coat over his back, hoping to disappear into night like some sort of friendly specter.
In order to manipulate his puppets, he built his little friends with ports magnetically connected to the wires that came from Toulon's cybernetic fingers. His black, cybernetic fingers twitches and bent in odd ways which amused him. He could feel Tetsuo Gene flexing his cybernetic muscles. Before he his metallic strings could reach their limits the cyborg master of puppets retracted them back into his own hands like spools of fishing line. He'd catch that fish later.