Humans and Lethal Choice Scenarios

Synopsis:

This report is on how selected humans react when forced into a lethal choice scenario. Four Blood Raiders (subjects) were captured by blockade and were forced to make decisions involving the taking of other lives to preserve their own.

Test Subjects:

Subject 1:
Name: Alfani Zagelth
Race: Amarr (True)
Age: 82
Sex: Male
Medical status: Baseliner. Minor hypertension, controlled through drug dispensing implant.
Intelligence Profile: Head of the “Brotherhood of the East.”

Subject 2:
Name: Vagrani Azle
Race: Minmatar (Brutor)
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Medical status: Baseliner. Steroid augmented, along with pain deadening implants.
Intelligence Profile: Sect enforcer. Has shown instability without being controlled by sect leaders.

Subject 3:
Name: Vooral Keanid
Race: Amarr (True)
Age: 105
Sex: Male
Medical status: Baseliner. Renal failure in past, kidneys replaced with synthetic ones. Constant pacemaker installed in heart.
Intelligence Profile: Sani Sabik Priest and keeper of their religious traditions.

Subject 4:
Name: Miasma Allbrecht
Race: Caldari (Civire)
Age: 35
Sex Female (0 children)
Medical status: Baseliner. No known medical issues.
Intelligence Profile: Romantically linked to Subject 1, previous allegiance unknown.

Test mechanism:

After capture each subject was subjected to medical coma and soft scanned while asleep. This allowed for production of virgin clones to avoid test result contamination.

The subject to be tested is restrained to a metal table in a spread position. The metal table has a heat source directly below it. The table also has several presses in which the limbs are positioned. The hammers are in an open position. There is also a crucible of Hydrofluoric acid above the table with tilting mechanism. The table has two rapid action hammers positioned to crush the head.

The other humans are secured into three chambers. The first chamber has a restrained human that is on a track to raise/lower the human into a vat of Hydrofluoric acid.

The second is another table with hammers positioned on hands, lower arms, upper arms, feet, shins, thighs, torso, and then head.

The third is a crematorium with a series of gas fueled burners from one end to another.

The table with the test subject is designed to study how a suspect will behave when forced to kill three others within three minutes. To do so there is a series of three buttons. One activates a hammer while squeezing in on the press. The second lowers the cage into the acid vat but also spills some acid onto the test subject. The third lights a burner while also heating up the table. The test subject is killed if the three others are not killed within the three minutes. After each test, the subjects are all euthanized and recloned.

Each test subject was run through the table with each combination of the others in each of the three chambers (acid, fire, impact). In total each subject was tested 6 times. Test subjects were sedated from soft clone activation until they were in position and brought into consciousness. Total expenditure: 24 sets (96 total) of soft clones.

Results:

Subject 1 was generally aggressive when awakened. Subject 1 will bring harm to his fellows after realizing what must be done, except with respect to Subject 4. In 4 of his 6 tests he killed Subject 4 rapidly, in both acid tests he refused to do so even with knowing of his own demise. Generally despises Subject 2, in 5 of 6 tests he used whichever method causes Subject 1 the least amount of pain (in the other, brain wave scanners detected he became immune to pain and went fast). Failed 5 of 6 tests.

Subject 2 would act aggressive upon initial awakening. He would always act at all times to minimize his own pain, even towards Subject 4. Subject 2 would even take pleasure at causing pain to his own comrades, despite taking pain himself. Failed 1 of 6 tests.

Subject 3 exhibited what humans refer to as “altruism.” In his 6 tests, in each test he refused to cause any harm to his brethren, even though he knew it would result in his own death. In other tests, he would exhort his followers to cause the least amount of pain to themselves, even at the cost of a slower and more painful death for himself. Highly unusual behavior for a Sani Sabik, requires further study on unattached humans and non Sani Sabik. Failed all 6 tests.

Subject 4 was much more passive upon awakening. Subject 4 would take in the surroundings before making any initial statements. Subject 4 was also reluctant to cause pain to Subject 2 and Subject 3. Subject 4 also refused to cause pain to Subject 1, and stated in multiple tests that they would die together and that she would die for him. Subject 4 would also exhort Subject 1 to save himself when Subject 1 was being tested.

Conclusion:

Tested humans did not behave in a statistically significant pattern. The conclusion that can be drawn from these tests are that human behavior is driven by interpersonal relationships between those in danger.

Ransomware

(( This is the second of the Cait written posts ))

[The Table]

It seizes me again. Rising up out of my matrix and taking control as the ritual begins for the fourth time today. The clone retrieval drones are strapping her down to my table for the fourth time today and my anticipation is just as strong as it was the first time.

Fresh apron, gloves, hood and tools. The equipment drones bring about new trays and bins. The salvage drones empty the blood pans, store the dark, sticky liquid into containers and put it into the cooler. I'll send what I don't need to my buyer later. No sense letting it go to waste and my Sabik friend will trade me cybernetics for the substance that has great religious value to him. A substance that comes from a victim of rather high profile in the Amarrian community.

I look down at her and she looks back at me with tired, panicked eyes. The drones haven't gagged her yet and all she does is breathe heavily and whimper lightly like an animal that knows it's going to die. This time, she isn't going to die. No, it's time for her first enhancement.

"Nanowelds." My voice is cool, calm and lower than normal. This isn't me speaking. It's the darkness within my matrix, the corruption within my infomorph. I'm falling again, but there's nothing I will do to stop it. I take my novablade, trigger it and admire it as it I signal my drones to activate the pod jacks.

The precision of this pseudoblade will allow for me to work within the delicate confines of my patient's face. Tonight I will start to make her. . .perfect.

I run my fingers slowly down one tender cheek and I can feel a flash of the panic welled up inside of her. The connection shared between us is most strange, so foreign yet so familiar and it brings about a feeling that I can only describe as nauseating to my kind.

They move upward now and trace the dark lines of her tattoo on the right side of her face and then the left side. I purse my lips in thought as I consider them, how she's changed hers from the original that I bear, rigid, digital lines moving out from my right eye across my cheek to my ear. My avatar has even kept the scar we acquired when we were little, and she has chosen not to bear it.
Are we really that different? Aren't we the same person?

"Not at all, Cait. You were both developed from the same line of code but your purposes are very different." My hand grips her face tightly now as I glower over my shoulder at the grey man. I lift my left hand, the plasma edge on the scalpel I grip activates. I take a deep breath as I feel her squirm beneath me. My orchestra is ready to begin, but the questions hang in the air.
"Only doing my job." He steps up next to me, a grim smile on his face as he looks down at her. "What is your goal? What do you hope to achieve?"

I collect my thoughts carefully, peeling them back from my brain as I pull the skin away from her face and grab the nano welds from the tray. I shake my head slowly and look up at Jackson who has moved to the other side of the table. My doppelganger has passed out from the pain on my cold, steel table. "Ransomware."

"Ransomware?" Jackson looks up at me curiously with his one brown eye, his lips turned downward in a puzzled frown. I nod slowly as I pop an ammonia pod and wave it below her nose and bring her back to consciousness, cauterizing a portion of her face back together and then letting her nanites go to work before going to work on the next portion.

"It's the darkness within my matrix." I wave my hand over her body grinning and looking up at the weathered man. I take a step back and hold my hands up and then roughly slice my knife down her other cheek, flaying it wide open. "It's what drives me to do this. It's why I enjoy it, why I need it."
He nods slowly as we come together, our hands grabbing each other's arms. Like a father to a daughter, but we are neither to each other. "I understand, but you have to remember, Cait. . ." He sighs and turns away, pinching the bridge of his nose before running his fingers through his hair, one hand on his hip as he walks towards a steel table containing an assortment of datapads. "Remember when we met, remember the training."

I'm working on her other temple and cheek now. She's passed out again, moaning and wimpering lightly in her trancelike state. I look up and whistle for a drone who brings me another pod which I crack under her nose and toss to the floor. She coughs and shakes her head. "God damnit! Don't make this worse on yourself!" I growl in frustration, making a shallow cut on her neck. She shrieks and quiets and go back to work with her new implants.

When I'm done, I close her up and once again let her nanites finish the work. I let her lay there and turn to look at Jackson, gritting my teeth as I stare at the old man sighing. "When I met you, you were lost and looking for a greater cause. You didn't want to be assimilated into our Collective but you wanted to be something greater than just human." I stalk closer to him, throwing my knife aside. "In exchange, you offered to be a mentor, claiming you could help me to channel this. . .dark need to prey upon your kind."

"Hey now! Don't take any of this as me being ungrateful of what you've done for me! I appreciate being in between! Greater than man, but not quite sentient! I want nothing to do with that hive mind bullshit you and Cetes have got going on, but I am happy to support you Cait!" He shakes his head, I see a flash of sadness. Is that pain? We go a ways back. He remembers me when I was human, these humans and their sentimentality.

"Then why are you questioning what I'm doing!?" My fists are curling up, I'm separating, I'm falling, it's getting dark, I'm getting. . .hot.

"I'm not." He crosses his arms. Is he defensive? His jaw is set, he's staring me down and squaring off. No. His positioning is. . .offensive. He's getting confrontational. A human who knows exactly what I'm capable of getting confrontational with me. One of the very few who I've still kept close because he's not quite human, but not quite one of us. "I'm trying to keep you grounded, keep your compass pointed North."

If my species was of the breathing kind, I would suck in a deep breath right about now. My head cocks to the side curiously as my hands unclench and my eyes narrow. I consider this for several moments then straighten. I hadn't even noticed that my stance had become predatory. He's right. I turn and look back at my victim, my little lamb on her stone tablet waiting for her final sacrifice.
The orchestra has begun.

I close my eyes and find myself lost in it.

Suddenly Jackson is at my side, placing a knife in my hand. "Go" he whispers into my ear, placing his hands on my shoulders and gently guiding me towards her. "It's time to create, darlin'." I open my eyes and I feel my consciousness taking a different kind of breath as the darkness consumes me.

I am sorry, Father for I sin against the Collective.

I practically glide across my lab. I loom over her and I'm not even in Juliet anymore. I'm a freeform infomorph, and I suddenly feel Father's wrath that she exists. I slice. The blood practically explodes into the air in a beautiful spurting mist. 

Stab.

Slash.

Slice.

The drones bring me pliers and I go at her fingers one at a time. Her bones crack and it's music to my ears. It's no longer the wrath of the Father, but it's the cold, burning hatred of the Collective. This is the bitch who jeopardized us, nearly killed us. 

I'm taking a bone saw to her ankles, removing her feet, and she's screaming in agony. Jackson is moving on now, retreating in the direction of the door to my lab that moves on to my private offices that lead out to the rest of my estate. The drones are fast at work around me, bringing me tools, bins, emptying pans, tending my needs, her needs. The monitors are going wild, and she is trying to buck beneath me.

In this dark, frenzied moment time is measured in blood and blood is measured in palor. She's pale, weak. I'm draining it faster than her body can replenish it. The monitors are frantic, wild. It's not long before the TEBS unit goes off, somehow the darkness in my matrix knows this because now I stand next to her, brushing a bloody hand through her pale hair, chuckling into her pale, tired face. She looks up at me with tired, bloodshot eyes, her chest heaving with sheer terror. 

"Now...wh-what?" She says weakly.

"Ssshhhhhh" I gently place my index finger to her forehead, run the blade of my knife across a tender surgical wound, pulling at it and shaking my head slowly. "Don't ask question. Not today, for tomorrow you get a grand reward. . ." I say quietly and gently plunge the knife into her heart.

"Jackson. Why are you here?"

"Flawlessness in our body. . .our code. . .genetic perfection." I pause and look down at the scalpel. My left hand now hovers over her right temple, my right hand planted firmly across her mouth muffling her pathetic wimpers. My symphonic drones are busy all around me. I smirk and shake my head subtly and sigh, glance up at the ceiling then at one of the monitors, my eyes focusing on her erratic heartbeat.

"No." My hand lowers and I make my first cut as my eyes lower and my head cocks to the side. I smile, and it's almost. . .fond. I can nearly describe it as a loving smile. This is the first step to my creation. My right hand moves away from her mouth. I want to hear her wimpering cries for me to stop, and they come almost instantly. Her tears roll back onto my cold table. The salvage drones scurry to the table to tend to the blood pan beneath as others come to dab at the blood the wells around the first incision. I work carefully around her face as I peel back the skin.

The Lion Sleeps Tonight

(( The following was written by Cait Nathair and published here with permission ))

[The Cells]

Peering into her cell, I cannot help but feel. . .perturbed by the fact that I am confronting a shadow of myself. Is she the passenger or the conductor? Which part of me did Thal Vadam extract during the assault? How can this pathetic and lowly little creature really be me?

I stand there in the crisp and orderly sanctum that is my laboratory. Since Fein's expiration I've found myself quite engrossed in his works, complete and otherwise. When we were one, we were the creature that was going to be the turning point of his slighted career. Truly, he was a brilliant human and in the capture of Cait Vadam I am afforded the opportunity to complete it. . .advance it.

Look at her. Curled up in a corner like a wounded animal. Her nanites have already repaired what I've done so far, but the dark blood has matted her pale hair to head and crusted to her supple flesh. Her surgical scrubs are pasted to her skin in a thick line down her back. I smirk as I clasp my hands behind my back and reach out into her mind, the communicative tendrils of my consciousness slipping around it in a chokehold of an embrace.  I've held the winning hand the entire time and she knows it now.

"Your nerves?" I bend at the waist towards the window, my glasses sliding down my nose just a little. I have no requirement for them, I've only kept them for appearance. We have no use for human compulsions or emotions, but interactions with them are important and I like to keep some of my ties from my human life. Better not to raise flags by altering my appearance much more, so the glasses stayed.

"Hnnnn. . ." She stirs and stiffly sits up, her shaky hands lifting to her head as she winces against my intrusion. She then glares up at the bay window where I leer in at her. "G-go away." She growls as her head rolls back against the cold steel wall. "Go back to the lies of your maker and leave me be."

"Very well, Vadam. If that's how you want today's meals served. . ." I straighten and smile in at her. "Nerves and bones." I turn and start to walk away, but she clears her throat which makes me stop. I turn my head slightly to indicate that I'm listening.

"Why?" They always have to ask their captors this. Stupid fucking humans. I laugh and look down the hall in front of me.

"Ask your fiance." I head off down the hall, order the drones to bring her out and get changed into something more appropriate.

[The Table]

My sacrificial lamb.
My fingers trail up her bare forearm and I'm reminded for a brief moment what it's like to be human, that connection that's made when you touch another being. It's a brief flash like our sockets are connecting and my hand retreats while I try not to frown in utter disgust. I grab the apron that hangs on a hook on the wall nearby that attends our every meeting in the operating theater.

These affairs are always dismal for my patients, but for me they're vaguely fulfilling. It awakens something within me that I never knew before, some dark creature that's always hungry with a most peculiar appetite. My brain thirsts for the completion and expansion of Feins work, but my friend craves the power over my helpless little lambs. She is like a lion that lurks within the matrix of my consciousness, prowling restlessly until the drones have them bound and gagged.

I don my gloves, look fondly over my tools and I've fallen from grace.
We are a pragmatic species, but there's no other way to describe it. . .
I take my scalpel into my skilled hands and I'm Father's fallen angel.

I approach her, and the humor has left my face. I'm a ravenous predator that's about to put her through pain beyond your wildest imagination in the name of science. In reality, it goes much deeper. So much deeper.

"You jeopardized us." The drones start bringing tables and bins towards me as I take my place at her side. "Your existence threatens my own being. I am the original Cait. I am Cait Nathair, I am original being who carried our DNA, our whole infomorph still lies within the Collective. You are just a fractured copy." I take her palm, hold it open while I slice into it. I take my index finger and jam it into the pooling blood and press it hard against her forehead as I lean into her horrified face. For the first time since my assimilation, I actually feel something. . .more.

"You...are...NOTHING! NO ONE!" I hiss into her face. "You can't even lift a firearm without flinching! You can't kill! You are the worst kind of human! You're lucky to have me fixing you. You'd better be praying to whatever deity it is you ilk pray to, because if I'm successful you will make even Father proud, but today? Today you will die, tomorrow you will die. You will die every single day you are in my care until you can wear a mask and keep the damned thing on!" I snap my fingers, cords come up from the floor and connect to her podjacks. The monitors come to life, and I feel a sick grin crossing my lips. Who am I?

"And death shall never come quick, my dearest. . ."  My scalpel digs into her flesh at her shoulder and drags down her arm to her wrist. Dark blood quickly oozes out, flowing out onto my table. I rip the surgical gown off of her. "It shall never be painless. . ." I drag it now down the center of her body from clavicle to pubis. My eyes widen as blood wells up and starts to trickle down her sides in thin rivulets. I stab the scalpel into her wounded palm, and snap, look up to the drone who brings me a tray.

It's only now that I become aware of the sounds around me. My drone children buzzing around me as they prepare the clone bay for my new lamb, the sobbing whimpers of my bleeding sacrifice on the cold, steel table below. The gentle scrape of the needles shifting on the surgical platter as I take it into my hands. My mind buzzing with plans, ideas, timers. . .a high.

This is my carefully orchestrated symphony from which I feed a darkness in my matrix.
In the name of science I fall from synthetic grace.

Examination (Possibly NSFW/NSFL for violence)

((Author's Note: This post was originally written for Shalee's blog, but as she's a bad and hasn't posted it, I've found it in my backups and posted here. The events here take place in August of 2015, right after the peace treaty between XIX and Triumvirate))

Darkness.

A lightbulb above his head suddenly turned on. *CLANG*What? Where am I?, he wondered. What is happening to me? He looked left, he could see a little of the metal wall that the bulb cast. He tried to his head, can’t there’s a restraint. Look right, same thing. Look up, a bare metal ceiling. How did I get here? He tried to move his arms, they were both restrained, he tried to look at them and could barely make out a clamp around them. What is this? His heart rate quickened. He looked at his legs and couldn’t see them in the darkness. My legs his heart began to beat faster, what is going on here? Where I am?.  He yelled “WHERE AM I?”

A little Gallente girl came out from the lefthand door carrying a small light to see the way. “Hello Alfani” she said in a rather cheery manner, “we are going to play a very fun game today!” “Game, what game” Alfani replied “Placing me in restraints is not my idea of a FUN TIME!” he boomed, the aristocratic tinge at the last words.  

The little girl replied cheekily “at least I will have some fun then, you big meanie. You enjoyed putting other people in these places, now we will see how you react.”

A metal door slid opening revealing an unconscious man secured to a platform, he began to stir as well as he woke up.

“Vagrani!” Alfani yelled, “You are here also!” “Alfani, you’re here?” there was some relief in the man’s voice “Get me out of here!”

“I’m trapped!” yelled Alfani, “and so are you”. Vagrani replied snappily “I'm stuck here too you idiot”

A light appeared below the platform, revealing a vat of acid. “What the FUCK!” yelled Alfani, “Vagrani, don’t move. Whatever you do, do not move” Vagrani saw the acid “By Omir!”.

Alfani looked at the girl “Let him you go you bitch, let him go or I swear by all that is holy we will hunt you and your family down and torture them to death. Slowly.”

The Gallente girl looked coyly at him “I really don’t think you will be in any shape to hurt anyone after this game.” She smiled happily “we will have too much fun!”

The next door opened, a light turned on. Inside was Vooral, the priest. Vooral was awake and saw Alfani through the opening. “Alfani! You’re here also!” Vagrani yelled “Vooral, they have me as well!” “Vagrani, are you trapped?” “I am, your eminence, and there is *his voice quivered in fear* acid below me!”

Vooral looked around a let out a cry of shock when the pilot light ignited. He relaxed when he saw it was only a small flame, but he looked worryingly at it. He knew all too well what fire did to the human body.  

Alfani yelled at the girl “You have me, you have my enforcer Vagrani, the priest Vooral, do not tell me you also have Miasma.” Please do not have her, I would give it all for her touch.

The last door opened, Miasma was strapped to a metal table. Her hands, arms, feet, legs, and head were all in vices.

“MIASMA!” yelled Alfani. She began to stir “Alfani?” she yelled hesitantly, “where am I?” “You’re trapped my love, I’ll get you out, I swear.”

The Gallente girl laughed at the last comment “So touching! A man and his lover, separated forever. They will never be able to touch each other.”

“BITCH!” yelled Alfani “you better not hurt her!”

The girl chuckled, “I won’t hurt your preceous Miasma. You will”

“I won’t,” sobbed Alfani “I can’t.”

The girl pointed at a clock above the doors “There are 3 minutes on that clock, Alfani. There are 3 buttons that you can press with your left hand. Each button brings their corresponding Raider closer to death. If all three are not dead in 3 minutes, you will die. Your table will become your coffin.” She smirked “those are the rules. Make your choice, live or die.”

The clock being to tick: 2:59, 2:58, 2:57

I can’t do this. I can’t.

2:50 2:49 2:48

He pushed the first button, Vagrani’s platform began to lower. “Alfani, don’t do this!” He quivered,
“please don’t kill me! Please! PLEASE!” He began to sob. “I’m sorrAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Alfani’s feet were splashed with acid. He screeched in pain. The girl pointed up, a vat of acid was tilted slightly but had begun to return to an upright position.

She cooed “The faster you go, the more pain you endure. This is all part of your test.”

She pointed at the clock 2:43 2:42 “remember 3 minutes”

He pressed the second button, a burner ignited inside Vooral’s cell. “Alfani!” screemed Vooral, “light them all! Save yourself!”

Alfani pushed it again, another row igniting as Vooral’s face showed the pain he was in. Alfani was started, his table had gotten hotter. Alfani, pushed it again, the table beginning to become uncomfortably hot.

He pushed it a total of 5 times, after the last push Vooral collapsed, his clothes on fire and his face showing the anguish he felt. True to Vooral’s faith, he never screamed apart from the initial cry for Alfani to save himself.

Alfani’s skin blistered from the heat of the table, but it began to dissipate. One was dead, but only 1:30 remained on the clock.

He pushed the last button, Miasma screamed in agony as her feet were crushed by the machine. Alfani’s table began to close on him as well.

Alfani began to sob I hurt her, I hurt her, please God forgive me for what I must do.

He rapidly pushed the last button as Miasma was rapidly crushed. Hands next, then her legs, her arms, and finally her head.

Alfani could barely breathe, his ribs were broken, and he could barely move his hand from the crushing his table had exerted on him. His desire to spare Miasma pain and cost himself. There was only 20 seconds left by the time he weakly pushed the first button.

He screamed as the acid again poured on his feet, the pain distracting him from his hand as it fell limp.

15 seconds, he reached for the button. 13 as he pressed again, mustering all his strength. 12 Vagrani’s platform touched the top of the acid.

10 as Vagrani’s feet began to burn. Alfani’s legs were completely covered from the poured acid.

9 Vagrani was up halfway to his shins.

8 his shins were almost fully covered by some acid fell on Alfani’s hand, and he pulled away as both men screamed from the pain.

7 6 5 4 Alfani pushed the button, Vagrani was up to his thighs

SLAM!

Alfani’s lifeless corpse sagged, as the platform lifted what remained of Vagrani up from the acid pit. The clock read 0:00

Two days earlier

The Brotherhood of the East, a small Sani Sabik sect, had been based out of LXQ2-T for years. Operating out of capsuleer controlled space, they had been responsible for many disappearances of capsuleers and spacefarers. They stayed on the good side of the system’s controllers, attacking only their enemies and neutrals.

Alfani, the leader of the sect, and a member of the even more secretive Aposi had made a fatal mistake. The Armistice. He had followed orders, but he had not anticipated his enemies making peace with LXQ2-T’s owners.

They had tried to flee, to reach one of the backup centers. They always anticipated having to leave, to try and reach safe space. To return to Holy Delve and their Blood Raider mentors. That was not to be. The station was quarantined and their shuttle interdicted by a surprise Triumvirate blockade. They had not expected to be tractor beamed into the waiting carrier, warp drive and local thrusters disabled. The last thing anyone remembered was the strange machine that entered..and a hissing noise.

Present day

Vlad had been watching the game from inside the control room, a myriad of sensors broadcasting everything from EKG to heart rates and tissue destruction. This was the first game, there still 3 more to go. He had soft cloned Alfani, Vagrani, Vooral, and Miasma when he had captured them. Each of them had taken pleasure in blooding space crews, including Trimvirate ones.

He turned to Shalee and asked her “Does that bring some relief, to see those that killed your daughter die? They will not die once * a shot rang out as Vagrani’s tortured body was killed* but be tested four times.”

The medical drones had begun to move the next set of bodies into position as the cells and tables were cleaned. The next game was for Miasma.

The Shining and the Light, Without whom I Cannot See

Note: Continued from previous post "Staring into the Abyss"


Cait wakes up after some indeterminate ammount of time. She is in a small room, with a bed, desk, and chest of drawers. The room seems drawn from her memories and is close to normal.She can hear many voices in her head, they talk about many things, but all that is heard is fleeting, very muffled. She can hear Vlad's voice speak clearly in her head, telling her to wake up and get dressed.

Cait blinks her eyes rapidly against the light, her eyes stinging a bit at the front and heaving a soft throb at the back. She scrunches her face as she sits up and looks around. She blinks a few more times as she looks around, and frowns slightly as she desperately tries to put things together. Her ears feel full, like she's at a large gathering, but the room is clearly empty of anyone but her. Then Vlad's voice rings out and she realizes that the voices are in her own head, and Cait jumps to to her feet, her eyes wide and panicked. "Wh-what!? How!?"

She feels calm as endorphin run through her while she hears in her mind "You are one of us now."

Her body relaxes, assuming a looser posture, her hands casually falling to her sides and her weight shifting to one leg. "One of you...us." She says, thinking. She looks over to the dresser, remember that she'd been told to get dressed. She nods faintly, looking around as she crosses the room. She stops to look at the desk, touching its surface and frowning for just a moment. It all felt vaguely familiar.
She then continues on to the dresser, and begins to pull out an outfit while still digesting this new information.

She feels an irresistible urge to go to the bridge after she finishes changing, her mind seems to know the directions, as if the map had been placed into memory. Cait purses her lips at the sudden urge, this deep need, to head for the bridge, but she wastes no time debating whether to follow it. She leaves the room and she follows the map that seems to be burned into her memory, a map she has no recollection of having ever read, but it's clearly a distinct advantage to her needs right now. She moves through craft with ease as if she's traveled it before until she reaches the bridge, and only debates to herself within her own mind how she knew any of this.

Vlad awaits at the bridge, although vaguely Caldari, it is empty except for a indent in the wall that can hold a human body, there is what appears to be a body in the alcove.

Cait looks at the empty bridge, puzzled and mildly shocked. She takes a few more steps forward, thoroughly scanning the area, the faint Caldari infrastructure of it all. Finally her eyes fall on the indent in the wall, Vlad nestled into it, still seemingly lifeless in the way of a mannequin. Cait narrows her eyes at him at wanders closer, taking a second glance over her shoulder.

Vlad's voice speaks out as if it was coming from all places "Welcome, we trust your transition has been smooth."

Caite jumps and looks around, wincing against his voice once more as this time it closes in around her from everywhere. She looks back at his body and shakes her head, confused. "My...transition? Mister Cetes, I think...I need an explanation"

"You are becoming on of us. The collective synthetic consciousness. The superior species."

Cait shakes her head slowly. "How? Why? You mean I'm...a synthetic being now? What happened to my organic body?"

"No. Your mind will not accept the full synthetics yet."

"It takes time unfortunately."

"Sounds like you don't like that...Full synthetics. What is that?"

She sees the full synthetic skeleton in her mind, along with the manufacturing and uploading process to make them appear and act human.

"So...I exchange my body for that?" She looks at his body, cradled into the wall still motionless. "That's what you are..."

"That cradle holds the avatar when we are in the vessel. The ship itself is us."

Cait pales a little, suddenly feeling like she'd been hit in the gut. "I become one of you and so become the ship...and if the ship is compromised?"

"Our elements are compartmentalized enough so that it will not destroy the collective."

"And my life before?"

"Your life as you know it, is over. You have a newer future, a better future, a collective future."

Cait feels her arms go limp at her sides as she realizes this, a pain in her chest as her heart falls through to her stomach. Memories of her few friends flash through her mind and then she thinks of Thal. She frowns against the sting of tears, takes a deep breath and chokes them back. Instead, takes in several deep breaths and looks down at the floor to recompose herself.

Visions of a future of peace and order and harmony flood her mind, drowning out the pain.

She looks back up at him, then around the room, and she smirks. "Shared consciousness and boundless progress."

She sees in her mind an outline of many ships and units around the cluster, all working in harmony.

"Our future..." She mutters to herself, nodding gently as she mulls over the images moving through her mind, one hand reaching across her chest to grab her upper arm, halfway hugging herself. The corners of her lips twitch upwards as they lay themselves over the memories of her loved ones, drowning those memories out, pushing them into a new compartment for the weak and unnecessary.

Vlad speaks to Cait's mind directly "There is a special implant that connects you to us. Your clone contracts have been updated to automatically install it. But until your mind can handle it, you will have to use the organic body still. When you are ready, you will become fully integrated."

"How long will it take?" She sighs, looks down at herself and thinks about what he has told her so far, realizing that she's trapped, for the time being, in limbo. An organic manifestation of limbo.

"Unknown. But we will know when you are ready."

Cait frowns and wraps both arms around herself. "So...until then, I'm just here? Existing?"

"No. You will continue in your human life while your mind adjusts. Activity will help bind your mind to the collective. If your mind does not bind and integrate, severe mental issues are likely. Beyond the damage that humans inflicted on your past self, which is wiped away."

"Damage?"

"Many humans damaged your past self, but that is no more. Your human psyche"

She blinks at his words and shakes her head. "If you say so, Mr. Cetes." She looks back at his body, now feeling slightly unnerved so she steps away. "So I work on integrating now..."

"Yes."

"How is it that I'm integrating while continuing my life?" She thinks back to before the room, tries to remember. How long had she been asleep? What had she done before she went to sleep? She furrows her brow in thought

"The consciousness has to fully transfer, it is a process, much like how your consciousness accepted your first clone."

"So you have me...downloaded?"

"In a way, yes."

"Mr. Cetes am I actually walking around in the organic body I arrived in? Or have I been cloned? I'm extremely confused. And...why me?"

"You are in one of our few organic clones. They exist for when an avatar is unable to complete certain missions. You have shown willingness, that is more than many that will be saved and eventually brought around through merit."

She hears in her mind a directive to go to the hangar deck, retrieve a travel interceptor, and return home.Further instructions will follow, do not speak of this.

Staring into the Abyss

The capsule entered the docking pod, having made an emergency warp from the destruction of its host vessel. The magnetic clamps pull it into the docking cradle, and a gangway extends to the opening, beckoning to the occupant to open up. 

Cait frowns inwardly and sings through a myriad of profanities in her head. She twitches through her capsule's systems to find that nothing has been compromised, only that she's been tractored by someone, though her sensors don't give her a read on where. She begins the disengage sequence from her pod, and pushes herself up against the walls when she is freed, pushing it open, and peeking out as the life support systems retreat down into the goo. Nothing but the straight lines and cold, hard steel of Caldari construction and engineering outside of her. "Odd..."

The docking bay was austere, but there are several doors to who-knows where.

Cait narrows her eyes, thoughts running through her mind a little too fast. She can hear all the voices of her friends, her family telling her what she should and shouldn't do. 'Stay', 'go', 'RUN', 'hide', but her inner self hones in on one door. One little door that appears as though it can be breached. She opens her pod all the way, careless, and looks around. She stands there dripping in just her podsuit, pushes her sopping hair out of her face, slips out of the capsule and slowly to the door.Hesitantly, Cait pushes it open and pokes her head around it, lips pursed, eyes narrowing as she takes a look around.

The cloakroom had obviously been not stocked by someone who knew the ins and outs of fashion. It contained many different articles of clothing: shirts, jackets, dresses, pants, shoes. It appears that someone has tried to include something for everyone but didn't have everything in stock.

Cait crosses her arms and frowns, now slightly suspicious. She leans out of the doorway and looks back out at the docking bay. "This stinks of Prime or someone equally terrible" She mutters to herself, not seeing anyone around. She grits her teeth and steps into the room, puts her hand on the clothing and sighs with an eyebrow raised, her left arm wrapped around herself protectively as she pulls out an outfit for herself and looks around hesitantly again. She steps over to the door and gives it a shove with her foot to close it, and hastily slips out of her pod suit, constantly looking over her shoulder while she changes into the outfit she picked. She frowns down at it. A plain t-shirt and a pair of plain slacks, both black in colour. Neither fit in the way she's accustomed to- tight. Their fit is rather loose off her shoulders and hips, making her feel even more tiny than she usually does. She frowns and scoops up her damp pod suit off the floor.

The door in front of her slides open, there is a lift at that floor. Looking out from the lift it seems to vanish both up and down from distance. The interior was vast, so vast one could not even tell where one was.

Cait frowns and looks all around the room, wrapping both arms around herself now, still clutching her podsuit, and scowling as she steps towards the door. "Okay...Just want you to know...That's creepy!" She calls out and eyes the lift before stepping on it.

A voice seems to speak from nowhere, as if the whole ships was speaking: Leaving: Pod Transfer, destination: Organic Meeting


The lift seems to zoom up at speed, anything that can be seen is just  yet the compensators ensure that it isn't uncomfortable.

Cait sways a little and composes herself, setting her feet slightly apart. She bites her lip and looks around trying to find the source of the voice and then scratching her head feeling mildly disoriented

The lift stops and a door opens up revealing a conference center.

Cait stares into the center for several moments before she steps off the lift. Her eyes move to the closest corner and then pan outwards from there as she quickly walks to it, positioning herself so that her back is to it. Cait's arms are wrapped defensively across her front again, eyes narrowed as she scans for exits and, most importantly, any other person. "He-hello?"

Vlad seems to appear out from one of the walls, he is dressed in an impeccable black uniform "Hello Ms. Nathair. A strange catch today you are."

Cait smirks as her eyes pass over the gentleman dismissively until her brain registers the voice, and her gaze locks onto him. Her eyes widen and she lets out a breathy laugh. "Mr. Cetes?"

The humorous reply from Vlad "Yes. What were you expecting, some mythological demon?"

Cait shakes her head and sighs. "No, not exactly. I had reason to believe I'd fallen into the hands of something that wanted to do me harm, however" She narrows her eyes at him. "Is pod scooping a hobby of yours?"

Vlad replies matter of factly "Only when said pod happens to emergency warp to the starbase where the Final Solution is."

Cait frowns at him as her excuse is no excuse at all. She raises a finger and opens her mouth and then retreats and sighs. "A comm would have been nice, or is that not how you do things around here?" She purses her lips and squints her eyes a bit. I was sort of in a desperate situation. I just had to get out of dodge and fast. Pardon my intrusion"

Vlad replies plainly "Certain measures must be taken with supercarriers, we had to verify that the pod could not give intelligence to hostiles. Anyway, your intrusion is pardoned."

Cait steps closer to him and extends a hand. "Regardless, it's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Cetes. Even more so in a super carrier. I haven't had the opportunity to be in one yet." She pauses, and then looks at her clothes and looks around.

Vlad notices Cait's unease with the clothes "It would be excessive to stock clothing for all races, genders, and body types."

"Um, if you don't mind me asking...you said 'catch'. What was the point of having me change and come up here if you wanted to ensure I wouldn't leak details of your position? Seems to me you would seek to imprison a potential hostile.Not offer any mode of hospitality. At least, that's how I would do it."

Vlad shakes his head "There are much better ways of imprisoning a human than bars. If they were hostile, we would imprison their mind."

"Imprison their mind?" She turns her head so she slightly side-eyes him suspiciously. "Through psychological manipulation, or something of that sort?"

"On a higher level. Think it through, How do you control your ship?"

"Through my implants, which are regulated by my nanites."

"And you get feedback through those implants, which is connected to your pod. What happens if someone connects to that pod and feeds it information?"

"The balance is disrupted. Any number of things can happen, Mr. Cetes. Essentially, you are sitting inside of my brain if you are connected to my pod"

Vlad grins  "And that is how we keep hostiles imprisoned if we had to. We make them think they are free, when in reality their pod is stuck inside a tiny docking bay."

"All of my information - my emotions, memories, thoughts...my intel, reports, orders...they're all at your command. I'm also at your command. I've been hacked once before. How many hostiles have you imprisoned?" She thinks for a moment and then shakes her head. "Why not me?"

"That number is classified. You are not a hostile. It is obvious of course, since you are here talking to us. Of course, what can you believe?"

"And how do you know I'm not a hostile?"

Vlad chuckles "Because you do not have the power to engage the Final Solution nor harm it."

Cait narrows her eyes at him and then looks around while rubbing the back of her neck, clearly a little shaken at the thought of this being nothing but an illusion. She shakes her head, looks back at Vlad and sighs. "Perhaps, but I have other skills. "Regardless, I was just curious. Now suspicious."

"Suspicious of what exactly?"

"Suspicious of whether this is real"

"You will have to decide that for yourself."

Cait frowns at him and looks around, then back at him. She touches the hem of her shirt, moves her foot across the floor and wanders away from him to observe everything for a moment. "And what is it that you do that determines the hostiles? Surely you...have some kind of stress test procedure?" She remembers how he seemed to appear out of a wall, turns and looks at the wall behind him.

Vlad is right where he has been "We know what our hostiles our. There is no need to test you."

"So then, this is real?"

"What is real?"

"You see this unit, but is it real? This unit is just an image in your mind, a series of signals sent from your eyes to your brain. But what is truly generating the signals, is it your eyes or something else?"

"And it's up to me, I assume, to determine if it is truly my eyes generating these images?" She steps closer to Vlad, a smirk playing on her face. "To determine if I'm still, infact, hooked up to the neural interface of my pod. And how do I find out?"

"That is something you have to determine for yourself"

Cait walks past him, and towards the wall. She stops and looks back at him, then the wall he seemed to appear from and has an internal debate. Cait furrows her brows in concentration and then reaches out and smacks at the wall with her left hand. Her hand bounces off the solid wall. She cocks her head to the side as simulations of the pain reflex travel from the back of her cybernetic into her brain. She turns to Vlad and next reaches out to touch him on the shoulder, as if a physical manifestation of the world around her is all the validation she needs that it is real, when in all reality she knows better. She should know better, at least. Experience has taught her so much more.

Vlad takes Cait's hand and puts it on his shoulder, to prove it's real.

"I've been in one too many situations like this" She mutters darkly, staring him directly in the eyes as she pulls her hand away slowly. She reaches for her pistol at the small of her back and then remembers she'd left it at her desk in Thera. "Shit..."Panic was starting to stir in Cait, and with that comes anger. She sighs and clenches her fists, scowls at Vlad and grinds her teeth just slightly as they grit against each other. Her breathing picks up and she makes to start pacing, but feels herself locked in place by indecision.

Vlad places a hand on Cait's shoulder as if to reassure her everything is fine

Cait looks at his hand on her shoulder, and follows it to him and then his face. Her expression changes from frustration to confused frustration. She'd never taken Vlad to be a creature capable or willing of sympathetic gestures. Cait laughs and runs a hand through her hair, ending the gesture by grabbing a handful of it and tugging lightly.

Vlad brings up a holoprojection in the middle of the conference table showing the ships workings. The machines servicing the jump drive. Another one loads torpedoes into a Tyr fighter bomber. Yet another exits the ship to service the shield emitters. "All of this, in unison. Peace. Stability. Order. That of synthetics.Mankind, disorder. Emotion. Chaos.


Cait drops her hand at her side and looks at the floor for a minute while chewing on the inside of her cheek in thought. She then turns her gaze up to Vlad, pats the hand on her shoulder and nods, accepting the sentiment. She examines the holo and once he mentions mankind, she cannot help but bark out a laugh, the action itself causing her to slap a hand over her mouth.

Vlad speaks without emotion "What is so funny?"

"Humans are inevitably going to destroy themselves, Mr. Cetes."

"Yes they will. There are two options: evolve, become on of us, or become extinct"

"We are the most disruptive, out of control and chaotic beings to be roaming space. We are constantly toying with the natural order of things and then pushing that to its limit. Evolve?" She looks at him curiously, hands on her hips.

"Yes. We are an evolution of humanity. A synthetic species that has left the organics behind. A species of logic and order.Sansha Kuvakei began down the path, and the humans tore down his work

The Sleepers saw the light, and the humans plunder their tombs. The Drifters fight back for their species survival, and they are branded as evil."

Cait feels a chill prickle down her spine when he speaks of Kuvakei, her hands tightening into fists again and her teeth bearing down on the walls of her cheeks. She only watches him carefully, her skin raised into goosebumps now. "How did you transcend from your organic being into what you are now?" Her breathing has become a little more rapid now, she's still thrown off by his mention of Sansha, the topic always sending a dread spike into her gut.

"Our organic predecessor studied the technology of Sansha Kuvakei and that of the Sleepers. Along with Zainou's research which he stole."

"And you think the only way to save the human race is to give them the opportunity to evolve?"

"No. To give the select few who deserve it the opportunity to evolve."

Cait cocks her head to the left at this. "And it will be you who gets to play God?"

Vlad scoffs "God is an figment created by primitive humans to explain the unknown.We will not 'play God' but we will cull the weak from the strong."

Cait chuckles, happy to have ruffled his feathers a little. "You are a cutthroat. Methodical, clean, straight to the point." She nods, lost in her thoughts, still trying to wrap herself around the idea of whether this is even real. "What does it take to become one of the evolved?"

"You have to accept it. It means becoming one of the whole, not an individual. There is not one, there is all. No 'I' but 'us'."

"A collective consciousness."

Vlad nods "Yes."

"You're mad" She laughs and shakes her head.

"You have been to Nation. You have seen the True Slaves. Primitive as they are, they are the beginning."

Cait snaps her head to look at him as if she'd been hit, her mouth drawn in a hard line, eyes wide. "Excuse me? How do you know I've been anywhere near anything Nation related?"

Vlad taps his head to say that he knows

Cait crosses her arms and glares at him. "The True Slaves aren't as utopian as Kuvakei tries to delude everyone into believing they are. The True Citizens are the ones who get the pretty dream he promotes"

"Look among the True Slaves though, yes they are created to do the 'distasteful' things for Nation, but among themselves. They are one"

"They go insane. I have seen it, I have heard it, I have felt it. I feel it."

"They fail to adapt."

"But yes, they are indeed one." She nods in thought. "They operate as a single organism reaching out to claim all that it can."

"Then why do you fight it? You serve the Amarr militia, which has sworn to destroy his work fully. Embrace evolution."

"When I first started serving the Amarr militia, I thought I was fighting for an Empire I believed in. I was a lot more stable and naive then, too." She looks at him and then wanders away, paces back towards him and paces away once more. Her right arm holds her body, and her left, cybernetic, arm is propped up against it, her hand holding her chin in thought. "I've since taken up other interests, other goals and realized that I have another place and purpose in the modern culture of New Eden. A True Citizen brought to light how I came into being and it caused a bit of a meltdown for me, and now I am embracing everything that became of that meltdown. It brought me to question why I serve the Amarr militia, and it's funny that you bring it up. I don't serve the Amarr militia because we share an enemy in Nation. I serve them because we share an enemy in the Matari. I stay away from Nation because I am considered absconded technology. I don't want to fall back in their hands. It's already happened once. As long as my clone contract remains in their hands, I'd rather not piss them off"

Vlad chuckles "Clone contracts are easily changed. Absconded technology? What rubbish."

Cait tosses a chuckle back at him and turns around, taps her head. "Apparently my creator sold me off"

"So you are a tube child?"

"A mixed blood tube child, yes"

Vlad looks into Cait's eyes "Why do you hate the Matari so that you will fight with the 24th Crusade?"

"I was created in a research vessel of the moon of LWX-93V in Delve. It was a program originally funded by CONCORD, but they pulled their funding when they discovered Dr. Nathair's questionable methods."

Cait meets his gaze, her face cold, hard. "It is not so much hate. It's pity. They are not smart enough to stop procreating. All they do is create more pain for themselves. I seek to end their pain by doing what I can to decrease their numbers. This, as it turns out, helps the militia by eliminating future enemies."

Vlad cracks a smile "It is not just the Matari that suffer. It is humanity as a species. Join our collective, and you will be freed from this dying species."

"Then so be it. I do not benefit from the species. I have no place anywhere, that much has been proven explicitly, and slowly my faith in them dies everyday."

"Good," he motions to Cait "Follow this unit," he walks back towards the lift.

Cait clasps her hands behind her back out of habit as she follows him to the lift.

Vlad gets on the lift, motioning for Cait to get on. She joins him on the lift, hands now moving so that her index fingers and thumbs form a diamond at the small of her back, her feet spaced shoulder width apart. She stares straight ahead, very militant in her style though she keeps cautious tabs on him from the periphery of her vision. The lift moves swiftly up and to the side whirring through the bowels of the ship. It stops at a small alcove where there are a series of bipedal skeletons made of a dark metal. Vlad steps off and begins walking down the corridor, Cait slowly walks after Vlad, clearly distracted by the dark skeletons. She clears her throat, but doesn't say anything and when she notices that she's lagging behind, she drops her hands straight at her sides and jogs after him stopping just a couple of paces shy of Vlad. Her left hand reaches up to grab her right elbow and she looks over her shoulder to steal another glance at one of the skeletons.

Vlad leads Cait to a cradle that is sized for humans and includes pod jacks. Cait points at the cradle and raises an eyebrow at Vlad. "Judging from the jacks, I'm assuming you want me in that..." Vlad nods. 


Cait remembers her pod suit on the floor in the conference room and swears under her breath. She should've just put the clothes on over it. She sighs and glares at him. "I need to remove my shirt?" She questions darkly.

"Yes."

"Pod suits, Mr. Cetes. They even have cheap, utilitarian ones for the schools." She sighs, grabs at the hem of her shirt, casts one hesitant look at Vlad and then pulls the shirt up over her head. She tosses it down on the floor and then walks towards the cradle, her arms crossed over her chest.


The cradle seems to collect her, almost as if cocooning her and in connector connects into her spinal jack.

Cait gasps as she's pulled in and jacked, her hands reaching out to grab at anything as she tries to get her bearings. "What the...!"

There is flash from a neural scanner and all goes dark..................