ECS: You can do marvelous things with the Light of the Soul and some fiber-optic cabling. Look at me.
I was consciously using Eva lingo for that, just to make it comprehensible.
CD: Typo fixed, phrasing altered. Thanks.
There's a line or two in StrikerS about how ISes aren't actually magic. The Sound Stages describe CCs as having their implants powered off their linker cores. On top of that, you know how every single gadget drone generates AMF? The Numbers were designed to fight alongside them. Their attacks are so dangerous partly because they don't give a rat's behind about the heavy AMF their support drones generate.
That was JS binding me, and also Fate in their final confrontation. He has a glove Device that produces rather odd red binding magic, and, if memory serves, bound Fate before entering the room in the anime.
Averted dickery? If I can swing it. Do you remember who was responsible for said dickery? :3
Cinque comes out of the tube about a year earlier.
As for the string of responses:No, the upload wasn't complete;Transhuman? Sort of.Based on old body? Yes.Artificial mage clone? I misread that; the answer should've been no, but I said yes. Not an existing clone.24ish tubed subjects? Nope, but 24 numbered tubes. Most were empty.Troll response? Heck no.
Rob: At that point, 'I' was both a human brain and a computer, both connected to the sensory input of my old body. Then I lost the human brain. After that, I got expanded to computer and a different brain, and then the computer was removed from the process (and the new body's senses linked up with the mind). End result: me in a different body.
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It's funny. The first time I was born, I came out a week or two late. Mom always liked to joke that I was reading a book, and didn't want to come out.
The second time I was born, I was almost as bad.
I remember the pain of that last session with Scaglietti. I remember finishing an entry in my journal, only to have Tre come in as I finished. I remember the tortuous trip to the lab, and the instinctual panic I felt when I was locked down.
Huh. I guess he owns at least one chair.
I remember the pain in my chest getting worse, like tendrils of fire were trying to reach out into my body, only to hit a wall before they could stretch too far... and a curious sensation at the same time, like my mind was bigger than my head. All of this, I felt with a vividity that surprised me. Usually my memories are rather dull. Why's this one so detailed?
Then there was light, and warmth, and a blessed surcease of pain. Then sleep claimed me.
When I woke to the same gentle warmth, my first thought was was that all a dream? I didn't dare open my eyes and find out. Maybe it was some sort of childish impulse- if I don't open my eyes, it won't be time to wake up!- or maybe it was just laziness. I didn't know, and I didn't care. For the time being, I was alone, with only my thoughts to keep me company, and I was determined to enjoy it.
I couldn't tell you how long I drifted like that. Time really has no meaning, without the world to give it one. I just relaxed, let my mind wander, and tried- very successfully!- to ignore the random bits of pins-and-needles I felt here and there.
Feeling myself drift downward was hard to ignore. I'd not had to deal with gravity for some place between five minutes and an eternity; returning to its harsh embrace was a bit of a shock. Then came the feeling of a (thankfully warm) metal grating under my feet, and (not so warm) air against my face.
I'd've enjoyed that part a bit better, if I wasn't doubled over at the time, trying to cough up a bunch of rather odd-tasting fluid. Huh. Rather tangy, but it sort of tasts like blood. Anno-san would be amused, I bet. Finally, I was able to breathe... and was instantly amazed by how easily I could do so! It felt wonderful- like a great weight had been lifted off my chest.
It felt so good, in fact, that I decided to risk opening my eyes. Nearly passed out from sensory overload from that. Whoa, there's a whole WORLD out here? Who turned up the draw distance on reality? Never mind that- who turned up the texture quality?!
So, like an idiot, I looked up- right into one of the overhead lights. Huh. It's a light.
...wait a minute. Why aren't I squeezing my eyes shut and wincing in pain? Did they turn down the lighting, too?
Then I looked down.
...and why is the ground so close? Why am I so thin? Why am I a KID?!
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
I was consciously using Eva lingo for that, just to make it comprehensible.
CD: Typo fixed, phrasing altered. Thanks.
There's a line or two in StrikerS about how ISes aren't actually magic. The Sound Stages describe CCs as having their implants powered off their linker cores. On top of that, you know how every single gadget drone generates AMF? The Numbers were designed to fight alongside them. Their attacks are so dangerous partly because they don't give a rat's behind about the heavy AMF their support drones generate.
That was JS binding me, and also Fate in their final confrontation. He has a glove Device that produces rather odd red binding magic, and, if memory serves, bound Fate before entering the room in the anime.
Averted dickery? If I can swing it. Do you remember who was responsible for said dickery? :3
Cinque comes out of the tube about a year earlier.
As for the string of responses:No, the upload wasn't complete;Transhuman? Sort of.Based on old body? Yes.Artificial mage clone? I misread that; the answer should've been no, but I said yes. Not an existing clone.24ish tubed subjects? Nope, but 24 numbered tubes. Most were empty.Troll response? Heck no.
Rob: At that point, 'I' was both a human brain and a computer, both connected to the sensory input of my old body. Then I lost the human brain. After that, I got expanded to computer and a different brain, and then the computer was removed from the process (and the new body's senses linked up with the mind). End result: me in a different body.
**********
It's funny. The first time I was born, I came out a week or two late. Mom always liked to joke that I was reading a book, and didn't want to come out.
The second time I was born, I was almost as bad.
I remember the pain of that last session with Scaglietti. I remember finishing an entry in my journal, only to have Tre come in as I finished. I remember the tortuous trip to the lab, and the instinctual panic I felt when I was locked down.
Huh. I guess he owns at least one chair.
I remember the pain in my chest getting worse, like tendrils of fire were trying to reach out into my body, only to hit a wall before they could stretch too far... and a curious sensation at the same time, like my mind was bigger than my head. All of this, I felt with a vividity that surprised me. Usually my memories are rather dull. Why's this one so detailed?
Then there was light, and warmth, and a blessed surcease of pain. Then sleep claimed me.
When I woke to the same gentle warmth, my first thought was was that all a dream? I didn't dare open my eyes and find out. Maybe it was some sort of childish impulse- if I don't open my eyes, it won't be time to wake up!- or maybe it was just laziness. I didn't know, and I didn't care. For the time being, I was alone, with only my thoughts to keep me company, and I was determined to enjoy it.
I couldn't tell you how long I drifted like that. Time really has no meaning, without the world to give it one. I just relaxed, let my mind wander, and tried- very successfully!- to ignore the random bits of pins-and-needles I felt here and there.
Feeling myself drift downward was hard to ignore. I'd not had to deal with gravity for some place between five minutes and an eternity; returning to its harsh embrace was a bit of a shock. Then came the feeling of a (thankfully warm) metal grating under my feet, and (not so warm) air against my face.
I'd've enjoyed that part a bit better, if I wasn't doubled over at the time, trying to cough up a bunch of rather odd-tasting fluid. Huh. Rather tangy, but it sort of tasts like blood. Anno-san would be amused, I bet. Finally, I was able to breathe... and was instantly amazed by how easily I could do so! It felt wonderful- like a great weight had been lifted off my chest.
It felt so good, in fact, that I decided to risk opening my eyes. Nearly passed out from sensory overload from that. Whoa, there's a whole WORLD out here? Who turned up the draw distance on reality? Never mind that- who turned up the texture quality?!
So, like an idiot, I looked up- right into one of the overhead lights. Huh. It's a light.
...wait a minute. Why aren't I squeezing my eyes shut and wincing in pain? Did they turn down the lighting, too?
Then I looked down.
...and why is the ground so close? Why am I so thin? Why am I a KID?!
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.