On one of the many alternate Worm universes Spacebattles has been exploring Taylor is shoved into her locker and triggers. Only this time she doesn't gain control of insects. Or get exalted. Or meet DC/Marvel comics heroes...
Enrichment, a Worm story with the flavor of Aperture Science's most useful invention. Portals! A shame some of GLaDOS's fascination with experimentation has also found its way into young Taylor's head.
Will the transhumanist future have catgirls? Does Japan still exist? Well, there is your answer.
Enrichment, a Worm story with the flavor of Aperture Science's most useful invention. Portals! A shame some of GLaDOS's fascination with experimentation has also found its way into young Taylor's head.
Quote:"Lets see, ah yes experiment 37b,
Passed" I muttered while I jotted down the results of the last test. I
was starting to wonder at my own sense of self preservation. Surely it
was unwise to reach terminal velocity in ones own basement. But as my
research logs and intact body showed, quite survivable. Which was a very
useful data point. The concrete floor only had a few,
vaguely foot shaped imprints to show for it, so my power didn't seem to
reduce the power of my momentum on things I hit, only on me. "On to test 38a, Durability via
external stimulus", I announce as I throw a tennis ball at myself
through a suitable portal arrangement. "Oww!" *** "Um Taylor, what are you doing down in the basement?" I heard my Dad ask from above. There was only one reasonable response. "Science!" "..." "Also, I need a bigger test chamber, to check my hypothesis for Test 178d, so how about seeing the PRT tomorrow?" "...Ok." I wondered why he was being so quiet, but more importantly, there was research to be done.
Quote:I could hear the gasps of disgust
from the rest of the wards behind me, "But really, I should be thanking
you, as now I have these marvellous powers, and can run tests. You'll
help me with those tests, won't you Sophia? You do owe me that much."
My eyes hadn't left hers since they met, my features channelling pure disdain for existence. She was the first to break contact.
"Whatever, I'm out of here. Just stay
the fuck away from me you freak." Super Bitch yells as she ducks back
out of the common area. Leaving the remaining wards silent in shock.
"New hypothesis for test 228, subject
Taylor Hebert's personality has been modified by trigger event.
Alternate hypothesis, subject's thinker powers influence her mood." I
declared, grabbing the attention of all in the room. "So, who wants some
Cake?"
Quote:"Looks like they've been getting bolder." said Kid Win as he stared at the messy pile of foam. "Though not smarter." "Then we'll have to dissuade them from further roaming." "Now why would we let you do a thing like that?" Our heads collectively turned to the-----
alley entrance to find the source of the new voice. I hadn't been
expecting cape reinforcement for what I had thought to be a random act
of cruelty, but life has a way of giving you combustible lemons. These
particular lemons being of the Storm Tiger and Cricket variety. "Kid Win, could you please give our
friend a lift? I'll join you shortly." I was tempted to portal her out,
but my visibility was limited by the alley, and thus any options would
be... unhealthy for her. "Hello!" I announced loudly as turned
towards the two E88 capes, with a hand gesture to the foam pile. "If
you'd like to assume the PRT escort submission position, we can take you back to headquarters. Your friends were already invited."
Blank stares, visible despite full masks, were directed at me.
"There may be cake." I offer, hopefully.
Will the transhumanist future have catgirls? Does Japan still exist? Well, there is your answer.