Because I have to post something. At least to keep the forum alive....
So. Let's mess with Mackie again.
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So. Let's mess with Mackie again.
Quote:He remembered reaching for the eject handles.________________________________
And the Crunch of the impact.
“Mackie?”
Needless to say, his Sister's voice in his mind came as a surprise. Abruptly awakened in sparks-on-black grid of virtual space, he saw her there.
“Sis,” he managed to say.
“You had an accident,” she said, taking a moment to choose her wods.
“I crashed.” Had he a body, he might've felt himself go cold.
“You remembered?”
She almost seemed distracted, surprised. Like she’d seen a ghost.
“But we're in virtual space...”
“I…” he saw her mind switch gears. “I got your mind.”
Somewhere, something quailed, even without a body he thought he'd be sick. It couldn't be too serious. Not when he was still thinking. But still, that look on her face – even simulated – crawled up his spine.
“Um...”
“But not your body.”
“What...”
“I just have to load some new system drivers.”
Mackie saw who had signed the drivers – personally. A dreadful possibility loomed large in his mind. It died, replaced by one far more exciting...
He'd finally been allowed onto the Forge with all it's cool stuff and hot, busty women.
“We're about to bring you online. Promise you won't scream.”
“Scream?” he managed, before oblivion took hold.
Reality returned with a bang.
The scent of ozone tingled in his nostrils as he took his first breath, filling his lungs.
He recognised the room. The old engineer's office beside the power-plant, where Shinji'd been born. Hundreds of energy meters read out the power flowing through each and every circuit on the asteroid, filling the room with dim blue light. Numbers flickered as circuits switched on automatic. It gave the whole room a delicious Frankenstein ambience.
Above him, decade-old second hand scanners and spotlights that'd obviously been borrowed.
It all felt wrong. Every single muscle, every nerve out of place. The drivers didn't cover half of it.
Mackie pushed himself upright. The weight on his chest shifted. Sitting opposite him, his sister's puppet, naked. One the one hand, it was hard not to note just how much of an achingly hot body she had. Her wide, blue eyes. The soft, sleek curves of her athletic body. Her tanned skin stretched taught over toned muscles. Her breasts swelled on her chest with each breath – unnaturally symetrical and artificially perfect.
“Wow,” he breathed. She matched him.
He felt his heart race, his chest quivering in time. Lightning struck throughout his body, each breath quivering. It filled his whole body, alien and wrong, tracking inside when it should've been expanding, filling his chest with a jolt on every breath.
His mind finally caught up to the fact that the puppet reflected each and every single move he made... almost like a mirror.
“Oh,”
He looked down, placing two hands on his chest, inhaling. His breath shivered as he squeezed, confirming they really and truly were attached to him.
“He noticed,” a voice giggled, somewhere to herself. Mackie turned to face, hair brushing off his shoulders.
Kotono. Wearing her usual aerobic outfit, fresh from a run. He skin glistened with sweat.
“Noticed?” he said, hearing his sister's voice.
“I win” Daryl piped up. She stood against the far wall, still in her skintight flightsuit. “Breasts first. Pay up ladies”
“Damn.”
His Sister, standing behind him, flanked on both sides by some pretty funky looking hardware. Cables trailed from it to the headrest on the workbench.
The pieces began to assemble themselves in his mind. He groped some more, just confirm it.
“Wa.....Wa.......Whu...... Huh?” Frightened eyes looked for an explanation
“It was the only option,”
“You should've just left me in virtual space!”
“We couldn't. Not for much longer. It would've harmed your mental patterns.”
“The Knightwing, then....” Even being back inside that tin can would've felt better.
“We stripped all that hardware out. It would've taken a week...”
“Anything then!. Anything but this...” He poked himself in the chest. The breast bounced. The sensation traced like lightning through his body. “This is a sex toy!”
“I spoke to A.C. We had a few hours at most before decoherence set in.”
Not even a glimmer of humour, of hope that it'd been a cruel prank. His sister stared at him, her expression deadly serious.
Mackie started to shake. She stopped towards him. Cold ceramic pulled bare skin into a chilling embrace, every sensitive spot on the puppet sparking to life at once drawing a shivering gasp to Mackie's lips.
A shudder raced through his body.
She pushed back, her warm smile beaming back at him, formed from full, luscious lips. Glacier blue eyes shone with kindness,
“You'll be alright. You're still my brother. If I have to, I'll build you a new body myself.”
Reset. His thought process stopped, locking into the moment. Impact. Spinning. Ground.
“I thought I was dead.” He felt his voice shake. “I thought they killed me,”
“Who?”
Jet pushed back.
Mackie felt his throat go tight. “I was shot down.”
The look on his Sister's face terrified him.
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