welcome back to this weeks astounding hyper textual installment in the continued Adventures of Hunter Cartwright. this week we depart from the traditional narration of our tale and learn things perhaps better left unknown. if you are brave of mind and sound of heart, then keep on peerless reader and wonder at the terrific annals of that greatest of all heros...
(man, i love writing shit like that)
Three
The door explodes outward with the organic snapping sound of wood and the screeching cry of hinges being torn from their frame. The first of the Re-Animate Tissue System hosts bursts through the newly created aperture and collides with an unknown organic obstruction. It pauses its main directive programming, redirecting processing power into an aetherport query. As it waits for a reply, it cycles its systems through a routine maintenance check, ceasing all of its motor functions and shunting all power systems to standby.
Following on the heels of the first R-A.T.S. host, are two more, bright electric street light reflecting off their grinning porcelain masks. Between them they are carrying a large toroid composed mainly of cables and lenses in a skeletal frame. At the center of this construction, umbilicals of cable attached randomly to its surface, is a large glass sphere that pulses with a pale blue light.
They pause briefly on the small landing outside the broken door, as more power is directed through tiny filaments to the cloudy lenses of decaying optic tissue. Their vision magnifies, focuses for a moment on their prone companion, and then scans the street for any recognizable obstructions. Their programs detect none. Energy shifts again, this time flowing to flexors in the upper legs and the two R-A.T.S. hosts leap simultaneously into the street. They touch down briefly, legs bending at awkward angles to redistribute mass, and then are up again, over the fence and into the darkened park . Their movements are quick, yet obviously artificial. Nothing in nature moves like they do.
Back at the door, yet another R-A.T.S. host passes through the gaping door frame. This one is leaking thick fluids from the place where its right arm and shoulder used to be. It lists widely, its overtaxed system desperately trying to cope with the new distribution of mass. Error messages burn repetitively through its program codes, slowing processing speeds and punctuating all its movements with long pauses. Its lagging system hasnt even had the chance to start a movement command when their is the definitive report of a large caliber weapon. The hosts main interface point is pulped by a .50 caliber round originating from some point through the door. Barely a moment later the bullet, easily passing through the soft organic tissue of the host, strikes the main R-A.T.S. unit, shattering it into a thousand tiny glass and circuit fragments.
Below, the first R-A.T.S. host has just received a reply to its query: terminate obstruction. Its system cycles up from standby, and with one quick burst of power it rights itself. Energy is sent along wires through the arms and fingers of the host, causing minute muscle contractions. Receptors in the host finger tips confirm their position, and more power is directed. Hands clench on the soft tissue of the obstruction.
There is a second report. Once again, a host interface point is destroyed along with a R-A.T.S. unit.
It does not matter. The main directive has been achieved.
(man, i love writing shit like that)
Three
The door explodes outward with the organic snapping sound of wood and the screeching cry of hinges being torn from their frame. The first of the Re-Animate Tissue System hosts bursts through the newly created aperture and collides with an unknown organic obstruction. It pauses its main directive programming, redirecting processing power into an aetherport query. As it waits for a reply, it cycles its systems through a routine maintenance check, ceasing all of its motor functions and shunting all power systems to standby.
Following on the heels of the first R-A.T.S. host, are two more, bright electric street light reflecting off their grinning porcelain masks. Between them they are carrying a large toroid composed mainly of cables and lenses in a skeletal frame. At the center of this construction, umbilicals of cable attached randomly to its surface, is a large glass sphere that pulses with a pale blue light.
They pause briefly on the small landing outside the broken door, as more power is directed through tiny filaments to the cloudy lenses of decaying optic tissue. Their vision magnifies, focuses for a moment on their prone companion, and then scans the street for any recognizable obstructions. Their programs detect none. Energy shifts again, this time flowing to flexors in the upper legs and the two R-A.T.S. hosts leap simultaneously into the street. They touch down briefly, legs bending at awkward angles to redistribute mass, and then are up again, over the fence and into the darkened park . Their movements are quick, yet obviously artificial. Nothing in nature moves like they do.
Back at the door, yet another R-A.T.S. host passes through the gaping door frame. This one is leaking thick fluids from the place where its right arm and shoulder used to be. It lists widely, its overtaxed system desperately trying to cope with the new distribution of mass. Error messages burn repetitively through its program codes, slowing processing speeds and punctuating all its movements with long pauses. Its lagging system hasnt even had the chance to start a movement command when their is the definitive report of a large caliber weapon. The hosts main interface point is pulped by a .50 caliber round originating from some point through the door. Barely a moment later the bullet, easily passing through the soft organic tissue of the host, strikes the main R-A.T.S. unit, shattering it into a thousand tiny glass and circuit fragments.
Below, the first R-A.T.S. host has just received a reply to its query: terminate obstruction. Its system cycles up from standby, and with one quick burst of power it rights itself. Energy is sent along wires through the arms and fingers of the host, causing minute muscle contractions. Receptors in the host finger tips confirm their position, and more power is directed. Hands clench on the soft tissue of the obstruction.
There is a second report. Once again, a host interface point is destroyed along with a R-A.T.S. unit.
It does not matter. The main directive has been achieved.
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tom waits or nick cave would do, too
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