//------------------------------// // Prototype V1(Teen) (random) (gore) // Story: Random writes // by Techno Grid //------------------------------// The pain. That's all she could feel, the pain. And not the kind of pain you get when you are slapped, or even when you get a paper cut... No, it was the pain of having your limbs practically torn at and replaced with, cybernetic ‘enhancements’ because they forgot to re-administer the morphine. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The mare stared at herself in the mirror from the wheelchair she sat in and sighed, remembering the incident up to that caused this.. “Well toast, maybe it’s time to take that advice and go find this cure…” >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> “Her vitals are dropping, we’re losing her!” “Get Doctor Remedy right away and prepare to attach further life support. We can’t lose her, we are so close to our goal” The stallion rushed away to find Doctor R while the other nurses, doctors, and machines worked to keep Toast alive until the procedure was complete. The monitor showing the mares brainwaves began showing spikes in brain activity, concluding them to be reactions to pain and delusional nightmares. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< “Well Toast? Are you ready to begin?” She nodded, trying to ruffle her wings and get some of the nervousness out. “Yes. Uhh… Do we have an estimate on how long this procedure will take?” “The engineers have estimated about three weeks, which cuts down from the original five we had planned for.” The doctor thought for a moment before adding, “Do not forget that you signed a contract enabling us to enhance your limbs, and most of your body and head. And if you happen to die, which has a very very very, very, low chance of happening, your family/close friends/whomever you named in the contract, will be compensated for your sacrifice to pursue this research.” Toast looked a little surprised at the length of time, ignoring the facts she already knew. “Three wee- how is that possible?!" "Well, recently we got in contact with a company in Cloudsdale and they lent us some now unused equipment, which we re-purposed. It sped up the process since two of these machines are perfect for the preparation and adherement of the parts you requested for, especially since the engineers made it mobile" The doctor sounded excited and a little crazed, his pupils widening for a moment before he shook his head and smiled comfortably. "Now don't you worry ‘bout a thing, we will have plenty of doctors and machines to ensure your safety" Toast sighed and looked at the clock, assuming the machines came from the factory, “and it would make sense,” she thought, “The equipment was made to hold and ‘help’ ponies.” She then looked at the doctor. “wait-” Doctor Civic shushed her, then used his magic to place a mask over Toast’s muzzle and open the valve for the anesthetic. "Let's begin shall we?" "But whahb aboubh ie..." Toast started to drift away the last thing she saw before drifting into darkness was his slightly sadistic smile looking directly at her. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Doctor Remedy rushed through the doors and into the operating room, the stallion trailing her as she put on her surgical mask and blue rubber hoof gloves. “What is the status of the patient” she demanded as the nurses and doctors rushed around the patient. “Vitals are all over the place and her brainwaves keeping spiking, but we are not sure what the cause is unless it’s some mental trauma. The morphine device has not alerted us that it is empty-” The doctor strolled up to the machine and started at the small surgical pipe that had fallen to the ground. Without a moment's hesitation she reattached the pipe, that luckily had a one way stopper on it. “We cannot have any setbacks! Nurse BlueCross and Doctor Med-z, prep the MMRCP and A.L.I.C.O.R.N, now.” The two ponies in question scrambled from both the side of the room and the doorway to prep the MMRCP -Magical Magnetic Resonant CardioPulmonary - Support Device and then proceeded to install the A.L.I.C.O.R.N for the Doctor to operate with. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Toast drifted in and out of consciousness, seeing memories of her past and subconsciously fearing for the future. The factory, her ‘friends,’ the grey mechanical Pegasus that advised -actually more like convinced- her to do this, the blue earth pony that could walk on clouds -how was that even possible- <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> She could see a mini Dash with a bloodied lab coat and disheveled hair flying around her, singing a surprisingly familiar song “... Factory, where you fears and horrors come true, in the Rainbow Factory, where not a single soul gets through…” Dash stopped flying and looked at Toast “Now I’ve awoken, and I’m taking back control…” She lunged at toaster, a scalpel in hoof, the unnerving smile of Doctor Civic appearing on her face. <>><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Toast screamed and sat up, her heart racing as adrenaline coursed through her body. She was alert now, but felt something was off, she couldn’t feel her limbs. Toast looked down at her hooves, and an overwhelming sense of fear, confusion, and excitement overcame her, as her ‘new’ legs were encased in carbon mesh, this new power was all her own. Doctor Civic came in and smiled calmly at her. “I see you are awake, how are you feeling?” She looked back at her legs and got of the bed, trying to walk, only to trip and fall. The doctor chuckled and spoke, “You no longer need to use effort to walk, you just need to ‘think’ of what you are doing and the machines will do it for you. It is going to feel odd, but it’s essentially the same as trying to walk as if you didn’t have this advancement . You may need to stay a while until you get used to walking and flying again” Toast nodded then snapped her head at him in shock. “Wait, flying? what did you do to my wings!?” She looked back and saw that they were still there, mostly. “We added a few components to enable flying for longer periods of time, and don’t worry, the nerve nodes are still there for you and your colt, or mare if that's your preference, friend to have fun still” He laughed at the joke while Toast started blushing profusely. “T-Th-That’s not what I meant!” She shouted <><><><><><><><><><><><><<><><><><><><><><><><><><> That same day, she was released from the hospital, but she still had to go through therapy for the next few months, most of which would pass her by very quickly...