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magicmalcolm · 5 months
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And another behind the scenes story that I'm going to really enjoy is that while trying to recount amusing behind the scenes anecdotes Paul, who you will have seen doing his own pieces to camera, actually sneaks up behind me and starts waving around and making silly faces and I don't realize he's doing this until I turn around and I see that he's doing this, and I go PAUL and he runs off and I have a good chuckle.
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triangle-meanace · 4 months
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>Worker: Constantine Storkav Fe
>class: Atomic Interdimensional Railway Conductor and Engineer
>status: 3,000,000,000+ credits owed
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>Physical notes: Constantine Fe is a 6'5" human cyborg from the [REDACTED] dimension. Sporting several body enhancements, Spades insists on keeping this one well and alive for how much money and time he has sunk into this "project." Nevertheless, he is a good worker. Most of his body has been replaced with bionic addons and enhancements to cope with life in between dimensions. Apart from having his brain partially uploaded to a quantum computer, Constantine still portrays emotions of lament, depression, guilt and anger. Other emotions have been mentioned or reported from various employees, but none observed through trusted sources. The only flesh leftover on Constantine is his torso, crotch, partial legs and abdomen. Many internal organs have mini addon adaptive functions via nanobot and synthetic organ replicas to help with extreme conditions.
>psychoanalytical notes: Although there is without a doubt of an intense distress from his previous life before Spade's initiation, Constantine has been documented to be nearly soulless even before the quantum transfer. Patient has been diagnosed with severe depression when boarding the engine at first and has not shown any progress to help his condition. Spades assures that nothing has happened while he has been on the train, but reposrt from Constantine himself state that [REDACTED]
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Other attitudes that have been reported were ignoring his own employees, ignoring his own health, lashing out in fits of unpredictable rage, long periods of silence that can go on for days on end, and isolation from passengers and employees. As conductor, he is tasked to collect tickets from every passenger, but sometimes will roll off the task to someone else if one of his moods flares up. He assures me that he wants to try near the end though. Patient is honest with his words, showing signs of true pain for asking for help. Final analysis currently up to date of [REDACTED] show that he is nowhere near physically or mentally capable of being reintroduced into human society or any society for that matter. Needs intense psychotherapy, medication, and put on a suicide watch.
>Supervisor notes: Keep a close eye on this one. Over the years of being in our company, he has tests many many boundaries. Some with others lives, and many with his own. It is without a doubt that he can not be left completely alone. I entrust that the station is fitted with a security system to monitor him. Too much money has been put into this one to let him get away with his reckless behavior.
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rainworld-oc-showdown · 2 months
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Quantum by @infernopkz VERSUS The Listener by @hecking-heavy - Round 2 Set 2
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Quantum- Description:
They have the ability to scale metal-based walls due to having magnetic paw pads (walls that can normally be interacted with; not background walls). The scaling speed is about the same as the average crawling speed. Quantum is incapable of walking upright. They move slightly faster than hunter/artificer (1.35). Due to this, they can only hold one item (in their mouth) and store one item (in their stomach). They are better at evasion than offense. To compensate for their inability to throw rocks and spears, they can maul for 0.5 damage. They can eat plants and insects (aka default diet). They have 3 food pips that need to be filled, but can't store any for the next cycle. Other stats not mentioned are the same as default.
Story:
Quantum was created by two iterators, Nebulous Wisdom and Continental Horizon. The purpose of their creation was to help keep Wisdom alive, who has been dealing with severe system failures her entire life due to faulty construction. They decided to create a slugcat who has been modified to be a cyborg, with the main benefit being an iterator neuron ending inspired tail. This is to allow them to easily communicate with Quantum while they're inside the structure. Their legs are also mechanical, which gives them high stamina for the longer trips through the structure. Quantum can't fix existing major problems, but they can fix smaller problems to prevent those from getting worse. When they're not busy performing maintenance, they hang out in the world or around their structures.
Fun Facts:
They can display pretty much whatever they want on their visor, though they usually just default to eyes :) And also they can communicate to iterators through their tail, though it's like talking to a 1-2 year old for the iterator lol
The Listener- Description:
She has the ability to tune into broadcasts, just like Spearmaster, along with extremely good hearing in general (indicators would appear when off-screen enemies take a step, white lizards and dropwigs would be more obvious, etc). On the other hand, she gets Gourmand's mobility and spear damage without the crafting. She'd play on Artificer's map, having the drone but a much higher reputation with the scavengers.
Story:
She was a natural-born slugcat whose ears either weren't ever on her head or were ripped off in a terrible encounter with a red lizard. In the lore, she was the one responsible for reactivating an iterator known as Wandering Mind (who I'll be submitting for the iterator OC tournament) by essentially pulling a Rivulet three times. Minds was grateful enough to manufacture a pair of bionic ears for her to use, adding in all these features. Now she just hangs out, listening to broadcasts and keeping the local scug and scav colonies up to date on iterator affairs.
Fun Facts:
Yes, she revived an entire iterator. Yes, she still needs therapy.
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fruitycatnoir · 1 year
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here’s part 1 of “chandler thinks way too much about lab rats”
these are questions i have, some of which i will be asking them when i shift there
- don’t they bleed when the chips go in their neck?
- does chase get a headache when he uses his bionic eye?
- so they can never go on vacation because of their capsules?
- so they can shower, but can they go in a hot tub?
- or really any body of water besides a shower
- does chase know about shifting? i think he does as he was reading about quantum physics in ‘the attack episode,’ which has to do with shifting
- how were the lab rats created? were they born like do they have a mom? were they literally invented? was it like a terry ives thing with jane/011 and papa? if it’s the last thing, that’s f*cked up, but i doubt it
- if they have never been upstairs, let alone OUTSIDE until the first episode, wouldn’t they all have gotten some sort of cold since they’re being exposed to… everything?
- chase should be able to speak every single language and play every instrument… but he doesn’t know wtf a shapeshifter is
- did they ever like graduate high school?
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mudaship39 · 2 months
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Character Bio of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid main character Part 1:
Dossier, Profile, Record, & Archive: King/Queen Kana’i Akana or Atami Latu/Ataahua Akana:
Real Names:
Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika names: 
Hawaiian name: Kana’i Akana/Ataahua Akana
Tongan name: Atamai Latu/Alisi Latu. 
Samoan name: Enele/Fiva Tofilau 
South American Indigenous Ameridian name: Cauã/Ceci Amaru Juruna
Asian name: Ryuu Kato/Haruka Kato or Guang/Biyu Wei. 
Afro-Latine name: Francisco Alejandro Diego Garcia Ochoa/Francisca Alejandra Maria Garcia Ochoa.
American/English name: Alexander Mack Taylor/Alexandria Macy Taylor.
Alien extraterrestrial name: Zana Saani Kayuth Adrjin. 
Demigod/Deity name: Makoa Kalani/Kamalani Kalani.
Ethnicity: Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native.
Racial Identity: 
A mixed East Asian Japanese, American English, East Asian Chinese, and European British person of color
A South American Colombian, Bolivian, Argentine, & Chilean Afro Latine person of color.
Cultural Identity: 
A Polynesian Hawaiian, Samoan, Marquesan, and Tongan Indigenous Pasifika of Oceania. 
South American Baniwa and Embera Indigenous Ameridian of Colombia. South American Chorote Indigenous of Bolivia and Argentina. South American Aymara Indigenous of Argentina, Bolivia, & Chile. South American Diaguita Indigenous of Chile and Argentina. 
Species: 
A Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika Oceanic demigod 
An alien Iuyamanian and Etanxiian extraterrestrial hybrid. They are a shapeshifter as an alien hybrid. They are queer and trans as someone Indigenous third gender. Their masculine, feminine, nonbinary genderless, and androgynous gender forms reflect that. 
He/she/they are an alien Iuyamnian and Etanxiian alien hybrid. Iuyumanians are warm blooded mammal aliens with orange skin, yellow eyes, red hair, & red and black striped fur. Etanxiians are cold blooded reptilian and amphibian aliens with reptilian scales and avian feathers. Etanxiians also have green skin, blue hair, and purple eyes. His/her/their mother’s alien form and his/her/their alien form both reflect this. 
When he/she/they are in his/her/their transformed alien form without clothes or worn armor the reptilian/amphibious aspect of their heritage lets his/her/their male and female external genitalia become internal and his/her/their other genitalia merge with other aspects of himself to form a cloaca. The mammalian aspects of his/her/their heritage and fur highlight and define his/her/their body while at the same time providing discreet concealment. The reptilian aspect of his/her/their heritage provides him with natural armor as a result of scaled skin with a slightly iridescent sheen.
They as an alien hybrid received their powers naturally as a mutant through biological or genetic mutation.
Alien hybrid mutant with being a shapeshifter as mutation 
Mutant who got other mutant powers through chemical mutation because of a super soldier serum injection with red, blue, green, & purple ooze in vials.
His alien hybrid mother and alien hybrid aunts and uncles as mutants received their mutant powers through temporal, esoteric, spacial, chaos, quantum, dimensional, or reality mutations.
As mutants they are immune to further mutations so chemical or biological weapons or infestation like Zerg, Flood, or Tyranids
Bionic/Cyborg as someone with firmware and software implants and bionic and cybernetic implants and enhancements.
Height: 
Regular Human Height:
Depends on gender and gender identity.
He/she/they have transformed gender forms and untransformed gender forms.
He/she/they have a 5’10” and 5’11” male masculine untransformed form that identifies with he/him pronouns. 
He/she/they have a 6’0” and 6’1” female feminine untransformed form that identifies with she/her pronouns. 
He/she/they have a 6’2”  and 6’3” nonbinary genderless untransformed form that identifies with the pronouns of they/them. 
He/she/they have a 6’4” and 6’5” nonbinary androgynous untransformed form that identifies with the pronouns of xer/xers. 
Super soldier height:
As a super soldier after experimentation and enhancement of the super soldier program:
Masc form: 6 feet
Femme form: 7 feet 
In power armor: 
Masc form: 7 feet 
Femme form: 8 feet
Demigod Height:
Masc: 7 feet
Femme: 8 feet
Alien Form Height: 
Masc: 9 feet 
Femme: 10 feet tall
God/goddess true form: Tallest mountains or volcanoes with armor and weapons the size of skyscrapers. 
Weight: 
Depends on gender and gender identity. 180 to 200+
Deity form: Metric tons. 
Body Type: 
Lean, tone, & athletic body type
Athletic, fit, graceful, lean, lithe, nimble, slim, slender, toned, willowy. Masculine alien hybrid form 
Herculean, muscular, stocky, strapping, tall, towering, toned. Feminine alien hybrid form
Strongman physique for masc kane divine form
Built, muscular, statuesque, imposing, buff, & strong body type for wahine/vahine femme divine form 
Appearance:
B,H,W or Bust, waist, hip measurement: 
5’10” to 5’11”: 38/32/38 
6'0” to 6'5”: 40/34/40
Hairstyle:
Human Form:
He/she/they like short hair styles. 
He/she/they like the pompadour, clipper cut, pixie cut, or crew cut. 
He/she/they like medium to long hairstyles 
Afrocentric hairstyles of braids, twists, & dreadlocks
Fade haircut 
Afro Hawk haircut 
He/she/they have a clipper cut, crew cut, high and tight, Ivy League, pompadour, or clean shaven hairstyle in masculine male form. It’s tightly coiled. It is a tall or high Afro tapered on the sides. With a low skin fade with a design and locs on top. The design shaved into their low skin fade is a sacred geometrical alien extraterrestrial symbol. The locs are braided with alien metal braids as an alien hybrid superhuman. The locs are beaded with divine wooden beads as a divine demigod metahuman. Some parts of the locs are dyed red, blue, purple, or green. 
Long ponytail that is partly shaved in a punk look. Single or double three strand flat braid. When in female form when shapeshifting as a metamorph, changeling, or shapeshifter. Sections of his/her/their hair are adorned and braided with divine bamboo wood beads, ash wood beads, elm wood beads, holly wood, & pine wood beads. Sections of his/her/their hair are braided with alien metal bronze, silver, & gold metal braid beads. 
They also wear their hair in a bouffant hairstyle. He/she/they structured part of his/her/their loosely knotted or twisted pinned up buns with divine silver, brass, & gold wire. Sections of his/her/their hair are adorned and braided with divine bamboo wood beads, ash wood beads, elm wood beads, holly wood, & pine wood beads. Sections of his/her/their hair are braided with divine bronze, silver, & gold metal braid beads. 
Hair texture:  Fine, lush, luxuriant
Hair look/state: Brushed, voluminous, shiny
Alien Form:
Bundles of tendril, cord, or tentacle-like hair similar to Yautja Predators or Zerg infested Sarah Kerrigan that are tied together in a long ponytail. His/her/their bioluminescent cord, tentacle, or tendril-like hair help with telepathy and empathy. They help them breathe, see, hear, & taste. These tendril-like hairs are braided with alien metal and divine wooden beads. This alien hair is an important link to their alien extraterrestrial culture. The tendril, cord, or tentacle-like hair comes out of a head crest of his/her/their alien skull.   
Hair color: 
When not transformed: Black. 
When transformed: white, red, gold, blue, green, or purple.
He/she/they have light brown, to dark brown, to black hair in his/her/their untransformed form
Facial hair: Permanently clean shaven cuz of an accident using an alien laser (from their alien hybrid mom’s alien grandmother) as a shaving razor as a teenager 
Body hair: 
Color: Black
Chest: none 
Back: none
Arms: a lot 
Legs: a lot 
Eye color: 
When not transformed: Dark Brown. 
When transformed: white, gold, blue, green, red, or purple.
He/she/they have dark brown to black colored eyes.
Skin color: When not transformed: As an Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native their skin tone is terra cotta, russet, ochre, sepia, or umber. Kissed by the sun. 
When transformed: gold, blue, green, red, & purple.
Their bioluminescent skin absorbs solar radiation, lunar energy, cosmic energy, & natural energy to give them superhuman and supernatural strength, perception, endurance, speed, lifespan, intelligence, agility, senses, durability, reflexes, and flexibility. The absorbed solar radiation, cosmic energy, and lunar energy also powers their optic blasts, energy blasts, breath blasts, & flight as an alien hybrid
Age: 
Middle aged. Has longevity as a demigod metahuman and alien hybrid superhuman with a supernatural and superhuman lifespan.
Born in the 22nd Century. Currently alive in the 60th century as a metahuman and superhuman
Birthday: 
Libra Dog
Shoe Size: Depending on gender form size men’s 11 to 20 or women’s 10 to 20 
Scar marks: 
Healed scars from experimentation. Healed scars from torture and interrogation. Healed scars from self harm caused by mental illnesses.
Extra features:
Alien Form:
His/her/their transformed form has alien hair, skin, & eyes. 
His/her/their transformed form’s body is covered in mammalian fur with stripes, avian feathers, and reptilian and amphibian scales (that covers his/her/their chest, back, arms, & legs). 
His/her/their transformed form has webbed clawed (retractable) hands with opposable thumbs and webbed clawed (retractable) feet with opposable toes. 
His/her/their transformed form has a prehensile chimera tail that is covered in avian feathers and reptilian scales. 
He/she/they are an alien Iuyamnian and Etanxiian alien hybrid. 
Iuyumanians are bipedal warm blooded mammalian aliens. Iuyamanians have orange skin, yellow eyes, red hair, & red and black striped mammalian fur. Iuyumanians have clawed (retractable) hands with opposable thumbs and clawed (retractable) feet with opposable toes. Iuyamians have a prehensile tail. Iuyamanians have a lion-like mane, dire wolf-like lupine canines, lupine gray wolf-like ears, dire wolf-like snout, kitsune nine tailed fox demon-like whiskers, & retractable smilodon-like saber teeth. They have four eyes. They are bipedal and quadrupedal and are capable of running faster on four legs. They can reach speeds of up to 120 miles per hour and can run 80 miles per hour for hours.  
Etanxiians are bipedal cold blooded reptilian, avian, & amphibian aliens with avian feathers, reptilian scales, and amphibian scales. They have reptilian scales, non-corporeal ethereal avian feathered wings that allows them to fly at 350 miles per hour. Etanxiians have webbed clawed reptilian hands and webbed clawed feet. Ethanxiians also have green skin, blue hair, and purple eyes. Etanxiians have a reptilian prehensile lizard tail. They have three eyes. Etanxiians when in reptilian form have reptilian retractable serpentine fangs and forked tongue. When in avian form Etanxiians have a avian raptor beak, avian eyes that see near 360 degree vision, and avian raptor clawed feet with talons.
His/her/their mother’s alien form and his/her/their alien form both reflect this. 
Reactive Adaptation: They adapt constantly and get stronger when either pushed to the brink of death. They then heal after life threatening injuries thanks to their healing factor, superhuman healing, constitution, and durability. They are often revived after dying. They adapt constantly and get stronger when fighting someone equal or beyond their level. They adapt very quickly whether it be magical or energy based attacks. They steadily grow more powerful and efficient the more they struggle. They recover quickly from injuries. They adapt quickly when learning their opponents movements, strengths, strategies, weaknesses, and attack patterns. They then can read their next attack minutes or seconds ahead.
Dominant, potent, or latent genetics. The First Born or Scions or Etanxiians or Iuyamians. A race of highly advanced beings with extremely potent and developed genetics.  They were advanced by a tier zero or tier one species of alien humanoids called the Titans, Primordials or First Ones who experimented with their dna or genetics on a species wide scale. The Iuyumanians and Ethanxiians can create offspring with other humanoid races. Those hybrid children can become just as powerful, if not more powerful, than their full alien humanoid parents. They are compatible with other alien humanoids, alien hybrids, divine beings, demigods, cyborgs or bionics, and augmented and enhanced humans. 
Aquatic Form:
They have an aquatic bipedal form for swimming underwater that looks like a were shark. This form has mako shark skin on their body, magical elemental hair made out of seawater, mako shark fins on their body, great white shark fin on their back, webbed clawed feet, webbed clawed hands, seven inch megalodon like teeth in their mouth, bull shark gills on their neck and chest, tiger shark stripes on their arms and legs, glowing blue eyes, kaluga fish fins on their face, blue and green sturgeon like fish scales on their body, a great white shark tail, whale shark spots on their chest and back, & a humanoid merfolk or triton like face. They have glowing bioluminescent skin. They have glowing ethereal Atlantean tattoos and Atlantean characters on their bodies. 
They have Indigenous Pasifika tattoos on their face, neck, chest, back, arms, & legs. They wear Indigenous Pasifika jewelry such as bracelets, rings, & necklaces. They wear shark tooth necklaces. They wear Atlantean steel combat armor decorated with sea turtle, manta ray, shark, & dolphin designs. Their weapons are Atlantean swords, axes, spears, clubs, & war hammer made out of atlantean steel. They rule with a five pronged quident made out of Atlantean steel and a circlet of power made out of precious metals and decorated with gemstones. These weapons are enchanted with arcane elemental magical water and serrated with seven inches long megalodon shark teeth. They can swim up  to 200 miles per hour. 
As a Bionic/Cyborg:
Cybernetic Implants:
Bionic Enhancements:
Cybernetic and bionic implants for superhuman senses of touch, taste, hearing, smell, & sight 
Electromagnetic spectrum for superhuman vision including ability to sense gamma radiation, microwaves, x rays, & radio waves
Weapons implanted in a bionic arm or leg 
Sensors for biometric analysis for lie detection
A built in net connection at any location that has wifi
Storage compartments in a bionic limb
Built in armor around vital organs
Ballistic, plasma, energy, laser: bullet and arrow dodging through a sensor detects incoming projectiles
Cooling or heat radiating mechanism that allows the implantee better heat or cold resistance
Sensors that can pick up RF or electrical activity
Configurable vocal tract that can emulate the voices of others well enough to fool voice print recognition systems.
Voice synthesizer to imitate another's voice and/or other sounds.
Computer riding shotgun in the visual cortex that looks for patterns and movements humans don't easily notice that functions as a counter to most forms of camouflage.
Internal oxygen supply with hours of breath in an oxygen deprived area. Refills using the implantee's breaths at the same rate as usage.
A targeting computer that can fire a weapon much more quickly and accurately.
The ability to plug in a micro-manipulator arm that can perform very delicate repairs
The ability to plug into a powerful exoskeleton of power armor or frame of a mech suit
Replacement nervous system is immune to the effects of electric shocks
Has many mod slots for upgrading and customizing nano machines, cyberware, cybernetic implants, & bionic enhancements 
Brain computer interface that allow uploading and downloading data
Can plug in to hack holographic computers, holographic smartphones, holographic televisions, & other electronics through cybernetic and bionic fingers
Transfer their consciousness to another suitably equipped body
Co-processor  built in computer with software that can carry out numerical computations. Other domain-specific AI (e.g. voice recognition, pattern recognition) that can carry out much better than an unmodified brain can.
Hive consciousness: brain can tap into a network of other, similarly equipped brains (where reception is available) and can share skills or knowledge in some manner.
Human metal and alien metal enhanced and augmented skeleton for supernatural strength, endurance, and durability. Almost impossible to break bones. Combined with other cybernetic and bionic enhancements.
Carbon nanotube bone augmentation for near unbreakable bones.
Metal reinforced joints for supernatural agility, flexibility, speed, & reflexes
Nanorobot muscle cell augmentation
Muscle reinforcement and enhancement for increased strength, reflexes, stamina, durability, speed, endurance, flexibility, agility 
Microchip implants that allow fast diagnosis and monitors health in real time
Ability to grow metal claws over their biological claws 
Has nanomachines for supernatural healing
Holographic Skin that can change elements of appearance: skin color, hair color, eye color, etc.
Active Camouflage for invisibility by bending light with a field of energy. Active camo that is able to render the user invisible or nearly invisible, to the naked eye. Also works against many forms of electronic scanning. The active camouflage warps light around the user's body in such a fashion that surfaces behind the user are visible through the user's body. 
Smart camo that blends in with the environment with camouflage that after coming into contact with almost any surface replicate both its pattern and texture. Multiple surfaces could be mimicked at the same time. Works against thermal scanning.
Cybernetic eyes with Cortical Implant with night vision, thermal vision, x-ray vision, ultraviolet vision, etc.
Internal Weapon Bay with compartments for hidden weapons. 
Neural interface to download information from a digital store.
Cyber and bionic brain with implanted external memory
Modified brain to have a better sense of smell, sight, hearing, taste, & touch.
Enhanced legs with greater speed, agility, flexibility, & stealth capabilities. 
Sub-dermal plating with armor that protects against tissue damage. 
Dermal carbon nanotube to make skin highly resistant to damages.
Increased density of fast-twitch muscles to increase reaction time
Increased nerve density to grant better body control and higher degree of dexterity.
Auto-releasing implanted drug suppositories with stimulants, drugs, medicine, etc. 
Bionic heart with increased endurance, stamina, constitution.
Bionic liver, lungs, kidneys, etc. with immunity to most poisons, drugs, & alcohol.
Chemical sensors to give targeted ultra sensitive smell.
Chemical sensors to give targeted ultra sensitive smell and taste
Ultrasound sonar to aid vision and let the user see inside things.
Tiny magnetic crystals attached to neurons so the user can feel magnetic and electric fields like a shark.
Subdermal micro machines that can restructure the user's face making them look like anyone they want at will.
Extra rods and cones to allow for greater perception of color, modified rods and cones to see into the infrared or ultraviolet, reflective layer at the back of the eyes (like cats) for user to have better night vision.
Small mechanical heart that kicks in at full power during times of stress/exertion 
Modified ears to hear better.  
Shockskin. It's a layer of capacitors and conductors implanted just under the skin. It is arrayed in a lattice over prosthetics. It administers an electrical shock to people they touch with it if activated.
Shock nodes on legs, knees, knuckles, & elbows for unarmed combat
Increased clotting to help staunch wounds
Decreased pain sensitivity
Prosthetic cybernetic or bionic eyes with immunity to over-stimulation from bright lights or stun weapons like flashbangs
Prosthetic eyes capable of linking up with a "smart-link" weapon scope
Bionic and cybernetic enhanced brain capable of “full immersion diving" while on the internet, computers, or brain hacking. 
Bionic and cybernetic brain capable of bio scans with upgraded firewalls to prevent brain hacks
Bionic brain with upgrades to enhance any type of hacking/brain hacking
Blood/organ nanites to help the immune system and help repair damaged cells, tissue, & organs as necessary.
Nano technology allows a faster and safer healing process and an enhanced immune system.
Auto-releasing implanted drug suppositories (combat stimulants, medicine, stimpacks, pain suppressants, etc.).
Internal bladders of drugs to be released on mental command, ranging from painkillers, to insulin, to berserker combat enhancers.
Homing devices for tracking targets
Extra metal limbs. Other than summoning extra magical ethereal limbs to hold several weapons in combat. There are a wide variety of additional limbs you can interface with. It has the same selection as prosthetics. They are especially of use to those who want to have the benefit of cybernetics or bionics but wouldn't give an arm and a leg for it. They are attached usually in a non-invasive manner. With harnesses and electro-adhesive pads, and or interface using high speed wireless. They have extra metal limbs for faster inventing or lab testing as a scientist. When out of power armor they can interface with extra metal limbs by wireless connections for combat or to help when inventing, engineering, science, creating etc.
Metal wings. There are a wide variety of additional limbs you can interface with. It has the same selection as prosthetics. They are especially of use to those who want to have the benefit of cybernetics or bionics but wouldn't give an arm and a leg for it. They are attached usually in a non-invasive manner. With harnesses and electro-adhesive pads, and interface using high speed wireless.
Super soldier (ways super soldiers are made in the cyberpunk science fiction near future and far future: cybernetic implants, bionic enhancements, alien plants, nanites, growth hormones, organs harvested from aliens, & super soldier serums)
Sex: 
Female. 
Assigned female at birth or AFAB
Gender: 
Non Binary
Mahu/Fakaleiti/Fa'afafine Indigenous Pasifika Third Gender of Oceania 
Third gender of Amerindian Indigenous people of South America 
Gender Identity: 
Nonbinary Bigender or Genderfluid
Has both male and female genitalia 
Sexual Orientation: 
Bisexual/Pansexual/Omnisexual
Pronouns: 
Regular pronouns: He/him, She/her, they/them. Neopronouns: Xer/xers. Ze/hir. Indigenous Pasifika: Oña 
Spirituality: 
Buddhist 
South American Indigenous Colombian spirituality 
Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika pagan.
Jaothean alien polytheistic pagan religion
Disabilities: 
Autistic as someone with autism
Neurodivergent: 
ADD or attention deficit disorder, ADHD or attention hyperactive disorder, OCD or obsessive-compulsive disorder, & hyperlexia.
Addiction Disorders: 
Kanai Makoa Latu/Attahua Kamalani Latu is a recovering addict and alcoholic. They used to use alien and magical drugs and alcohol as a metahuman and superhuman to deal with abuse and trauma. He/she/they is a former alcoholic who drank magical alcohol meant for demigods, gods/goddesses, & titans. He/she/they used magical drugs meant for magical spellcasters. They used magical alcohol meant for magical humanoids such as fae elves, dwarves, gnomes, goblinoids, & giantkin. He/she/they drank Spirit, Myth, & Devil’s Tongue. He/she/they were a former addict who used alien drugs meant for metahumans and superhumans. He/she/they used drugs meant for cyborgs and bionics. He/she/they used alcohol meant for alien hybrids and aliens. He/she/they were addicted to Blaze, Nitro, Supernova, Nightfall, Burnout, & Light Speed.
Chronic Illnesses: 
They have several chronic illnesses. The main character for the near future and far future cyberpunk science fiction superhero character has real world chronic illnesses that affect their superpowers. They also have alien chronic illnesses and mystical chronic illnesses that affect them as a demigod and alien hybrid. They have chronic illnesses that affect their skin or eczema. They have gastro intestinal chronic illness of Crohn’s disease, ulcerative colitis, etc. They have a neurological chronic illness of epilepsy. They were diagnosed as a child, preteen, and or teenager. Was hospitalized, diagnosed, and treated when it first happened. Took magical fantasy medication to treat conditions. Based on magical versions of our western and eastern medicine. They take medication for their chronic illnesses regularly every day in the morning, noon, & at night after eating breakfast, lunch, & dinner. They drink a lot of water daily to combat medications' side effects and to regulate their body. Their chronic illnesses was inactive for a while. They have had several remissions throughout life. They see several human and alien specialist doctors throughout the year a few times a month annually. They dropped out of college when the chronic illness remission got severe and their medical condition got bad. They left school to deal with disabilities of autism, neurodivergence, chronic illness, mental illness affected by said illness, & their prosthetic limbs. Went back to school to finish degrees after medical conditions got better. Affects their daily life as a superhero. Their autism, neurodivergence, chronic illnesses, mental illnesses, and prosthetic limbs affect their daily life.
Mental Illnesses: 
Depression, anxiety disorder, panic attacks, schizophrenia, BD or bipolar disorder, BPD or borderline personality disorder, DID or dissociative identity disorder, & PTSD or post-traumatic stress disorder.
Disfigurement: 
He/she/they are physically disabled as someone because he/she/they were disfigured in combat during war. 
Disfigured by a hard-light sword wielded by a female alien super soldier who fought for the Earth Space Military
Later had their right arm replaced with a bionic and cybernetic prosthetic arm
Later had his/her/their left eye replaced with a cybernetic and bionic prosthetic eye. 
He/she/they have a hard light and plasma burn scar from the top of his/her/their eyebrow to the bottom of his/her/their cheek.
Hypersexual as a result of the trauma being a survivor of rape, abuse, assault, & domestic violence at the hands of three abusive exes (four armed female alien Migua, Atlantean sorceress Hinesy, and anthropomorphic alien wasp empress Ziewei) who were their ex fiances. Want to reclaim autonomy so they have sex on their own terms.
As a result of abuse and trauma:
It was similar to what happened to Indigenous Pasifika in those haole sanctioned schools in Oceania and Indigenous people in the residential schools in turtle island
Kidnapped in front of their childhood friends as their friends ran to call the aid of their Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid parents.
Blackbirded (or native kidnapped, exploited, and enslaved from their indigenous lands) from their home in Polynesia
Blackbirded (or native kidnapped exploited and enslaved from their indigenous lands) by metahuman and superhuman traffickers 
Blackbirded and forced to mine alien ore on colonized terraformed planetoids, asteroids, and comets colonized by the Terran Dominion
Blackbirded and forced to pick alien planets on alien crop plantations  on colonized terraformed alien moons and planets colonized by the Terran Dominion 
Human and alien non native settlers took advantage of their illiteracy of certain alien languages as a demigod and alien hybrid child. 
They were forced to pray to their gods instead of their own 
They were captured and taken to a place where metahumans and superhumans like them were forcibly assimilated by human and alien traffickers for the illegal space black market 
They were forced to speak their tongue instead of their own language
Their long hair as a Afro Latine and Asian Pasifika was forcibly cut and they were forced to wear unfamiliar and uncomfortable clothes to condition them
Generational trauma of Samoan, Tongan, and Hawaiian ancestors and Amerindian Indigenous of South America who went through similar things on earth because of English and Spanish settlers
Experimented on by the scientists of the settler colonizer government of earth as part of a black project on a black site to become a metahuman and superhuman child soldier till they were a young adult 
They were denied food and water to break them and to discourage others from rebelling against them as he/she/they were seen as the leader and protector of the others as the oldest 
When rebellion and escape was thwarted they were interrogated and tortured
Gladiatorial pit fighter that fought magical and alien humanoids, beasts, creatures, animals, & monsters for the enjoyment of rich human and alien elite on an alien planet 
Escaped and became a rebel soldier later rebel leader who fought against terra government once they learned Earth was responsible 
Captured and tortured by Earth and Terra government 
Brainwashed and mind controlled to become a metahuman and superhuman super soldier for the Terran Dominion space military to conquer worlds to expand earth’s dominion and hegemony over several solar systems and a few galaxies
Fought in proxy wars across Asia, Europe, Africa Oceania, Australia, and the Americas as a metahuman and superhuman child soldier when they were a child until they were a preteen 
Fought in proxy wars in many planets, several star systems, and a few galaxies as a metahuman and superhuman child soldier when they were a teenager until they were a young adult
Fought against Earth and the Terran Dominion after they were free through telepaths and empaths of the rebel army from the mind control and brainwashing (by human and alien telepaths and empaths of the Terran military)
Is stateless or someone without a nationality as a result and repercussion of him/her/them leading the rebellion, revolution, civil war, and insurrection against the Earth and Terran Confederation to take them out of power. Most were able to escape Earth, seek asylum in neighboring solar systems, or go into hiding in outer rim galaxies. 
Unfortunately the consequences for Valeria Garcia, Joanna Jacobson, & Kana’i Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu, the leaders (of the insurrection, revolution, civil war, and rebellion) unfortunately are more severe. 
He/she/they were told if they returned home to Oceania or South America as an Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native they would be assassinated (by spec ops and black ops paramilitary operatives or military supersoldiers) or captured (and imprisoned on a black site prison planet) by the occupying settler government of Earth. 
After the creation of the Federation composed of the now independent and sovereign Sol, Vega, & Polaris Systems most were allowed to return home by the new intergalactic government of this cosmic alliance after the fall of Earth and the Terran Confederation. 
Brainwashed, conditioned, & mind controlled to become a supervillain without their consent 
Became an antihero out necessity yet didn’t agree with the current superhero ideology 
Chose to become a superhero out of their own choice and agency
As a demigod and alien hybrid he/she/they went through many demanding and grueling trials even for a metahuman and superhuman to become a champion and hero. After completing them once they died as a mortal they were given divinity and became a full god/goddess/third gender deity
Died several times. Few as a demigod. Few as an alien hybrid. Resurrected a few times.
Died stopping a super weapon from being fired stopping the Terrran Hegemony from committing intergalactic genocide. The reason they died stopping the super weapon is. The super weapon was going to be fired by the Terran hegemony/dominion/empire to commit intergalactic genocide to get a few star systems or a galaxy to surrender to them. They were sent to destroy it by a self-destruct button on a console deep inside the facility of the super weapon. The terran dominion/empire got wind of this and sent an agent to destroy it. Making them destroy it manually with a bomb. They died weaponizing the warhead and destroying the super weapon.  Died stopping the Galaxy Buster. 
When they died they were buried in a metal coffin to be shot out into space after a military funeral as a former super soldier.
One of their alien spouses and partners who can fly using solar radiation picks up the coffin after using a star fighter. She flies out to the star system (of her home giant planet) that has a few suns, several moons orbiting each planet, & many planets orbiting the suns. She puts the spacecraft on autopilot and sets a flight path around the orbits of the stars, moons, & planets. She puts them inside a power armor with a jetpack. She proceeds to take them out of the coffin and opens up the cargo bay. She then has them absorb solar radiation, lunar rays, & cosmic energy from her star system to revive him/her/them by inputting the orbit to the ai of their personal power armor suit. 
After absorbing all these rays, energy, & radiation they are revived but also dangerously supercharged from all the excess energy and radiation. Like a few hundred percent more than normal as a demigod and alien hybrid. They were like a mini star about to go supernova. Their hair, eyes, skin, hands, feet, & mouth were blazing with energy. Optic blasts from their eyes, breath blasts from their mouth, & energy blasts from their hands were radiating with power. The power armor suit was able to absorb some of the excess energy to overcharge the defense and offense abilities of the suit but not enough to absorb all of the excess energy. Thinking that an enemy force comes to fight them, seeing them, their alien spouse and partner, & knowing some parts of their alien hybrid ancestry as a result of being an enemy of their alien hybrid mothers people. And the revived demigod and alien hybrid proceeds to fight them to burn the rest of this energy.
Died from stopping a large meteorite from destroying a space frigate. Kanaloa Hawaiian God of the Underworld in some more modern reimaginings. He is a student of Milu. He revived him/her/them. He/she/they met him in a metaphysical trial since he is a god of the underworld. It was a trial of reflection since he asked him/her/them to be introspective in this trial.
Died fighting for the rebel army against them once they were freed by allies that the ship cruiser frigate corvette or battle cruiser they were on was shot by plasma or laser batteries or cannons that shot them out into space and they died from lack of oxygen. The power armor suit was locked by the AI and it wasn’t permanent death but it does count as they were clinically dead for several minutes. Also has consequences on them physically mentally and emotionally after since death shouldn’t be a simple thing even for a demigod and alien hybrid character. A dream-like trial occurs in the afterlife before they come back to life. Haumea, the Hawaiian goddess of birth, talks to them in the afterlife to help their rebirth.
They were killed by a behemoth created by adamantine, mithril, divine iron, heavenly bronze, stellar titanium, & celestial steel and other magical metals. A monster made sentient by arcane and esoteric aether and nether. It was created by demigods, deities, & titans. It was commanded by enemy gods and goddesses. The being was sent to destroy a  county by enemy gods and goddesses upon hearing their demigod existence. It was sent by the Norse as a rival pantheon. It was sent as a result of Odin, old king of the Norse gods, learning the relationship between the Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid and their Norse demigod partners. The partners being Aesir Ylva Helga Olafsdottir (Asgardian and Vanir hybrid demigod child of Skadi) and Josefine Yrsa Hansen (Norse demigod child of Freya). He/she/they sacrificed themselves by overloading their alien hybrid and demigod powers to destroy the monster to save a county in a colony of indigenous and citizens of color that were targeted when it was sent to find him/her/them. 
They were revived by being placed in a healing vat or regeneration tank full of blue, purple, & green liquids that healed them as an alien hybrid. The healing vat also had nanites that repaired, upgraded, & customized their cybernetic and bionic implants and enhancements.
They were slain by a spear with a blade made by the strongest metals in the omniverse that cut through the chest of their power armor. The power armor’s weak point was exposed by an explosive javelin coated with unknown substances that pierced the back of their power armor. The javelin was thrown from across the battlefield. After it pierced their armor it exploded. It was created by remnants of the earth government and Terran dominion regime. It was wielded by a leader of the Forces of Evil. 
When they were brought back to life, because of how they died, what happened to them when they were alive, what happened to them in the afterlife, & how they were brought back to life.
Their mind was possessed, their heart was corrupted, their mana was contaminated, their soul was tainted, & their body was decayed. They had to be purified and healed by nanites, medicine, healers, potions, and magic when they were resurrected by talismans, charms, & amulets.
Main System: 
Kana’i Akana or Atamai Latu/Ataahua Akana or Alisi Latu
Plural Systems: 
Goes his/her/their South American Indigenous Ameridian name:
Cauã/Ceci Juruna
Goes by his/her/their Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika names: 
Hawaiian name: Kana’i Akana/Ataahua Akana
Tongan name: Atami Latu/Alisi Latu. 
Samoan name: Enele/Fiva Tofilau
Goes by his/her/their Asian name: 
Ryuu Kato/Haruka Kato or Guang/Biyu Wei. 
Goes by his/her/their Afro Latine name: 
Francisco Alejandro Diego Garcia Ochoa/Francisca Alejandra Maria Garcia Ochoa. 
Goes by an English name: 
Alexander Mack Taylor/Alexandria Macy Taylor.  
Goes by an Alien name: 
Zana Saani Kayuth Adrjin .
Goes by demigod and later god/goddess name: 
Makoa Kalani/Kamalani Kalani.
Insults:
Some of these are reclaimed words that they use to take away power from those who discriminate them like marginalized communities with certain slurs 
As an alien hybrid superhuman: 
Gene snatcher, xeno
As a demigod metahuman: 
False ones, half breed, cast off, outcast.
As a bionic/cyborg:
Rust dick, bolt brain, tin man’s bitch, cyber bastard, oil bag, socket fucker, bot, toaster, clicker, beeper, tin man, can opener, assisted, chip head, half fleshbag, scrap ass, tin tits, augmented, Siri, beep boop, Cortana, gear boy/girl, computer, calculator, toy soldier, clanker, wind up, scrap heap, cog, nuts and bolts, chrome dick, metal mind, chrome dome, droid, & wire head 
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trannydurden · 8 months
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hitman on vacation/catboy blues
(or the unexpected virtue of sheer apathy)
cowriting and editing credits: @finalgirlcock
tw: gore, drug use, violence, sexual material, general strangeness
a foreword about setting:
st. vermangud is the last city on earth. after countless climate disasters, all of the planet is considered a disaster zone besides a 400 mile stretch in the balkans known as "The Goldilock."
advancements in quantum processing and energy development has enabled all of earth's refugees to survive in this zone. 100 years pass. the population of the earth reached 23 billion; every soul contained within the maw of st. vermangud.
bionic and genetic modifications are commonplace; leading to sharp population increases of homeless beastlikes as pets are abandoned and reproduce in litters.
part one
it took a hot second to get the top off, the blades of your ancient can opener were wearing out at this point. usually it’d be sloppily opened with the edge of your service blade, but you wanted to retain the juice… keep the edge softer and less jagged. this meal wasn’t for you. after the can’s top was removed and tossed into your garbage can, you made sure your pockets were full, before stepping to your doorway, and letting the autolock handle the rest. as the machine compressed the hinges, you took a look left and right; an old combat habit. 
steps towards the alleyway, which was down a level, and to the right of the parking lot. your current temporary domicile was a shifty motel room on the eerily quiet side of st. vermangud. mostly old cryptocurrency mining plants and seedy backdoor operations made to suite your type. you sighed, before speaking outloud.
“jez, engage headset, resume playlist”
the neural mesh lining the top of your frontal lobe sung to life; literally as music started playing indiscriminately. not in your ears, just… in your head. as if you could perfectly remember every beat and lyric of a song. you stepped down concrete stairs, and hummed along, scanning the parking lot for any movement. it was dead still, which is what you liked about this area. being put up here meant that the boss wasn’t planning on using you any time soon. but it also meant he wasn’t planning on killing you; which was a good thing.
for now, things stayed sickly quiet. you knew it was illusory; you were sure people were probably being tortured in the basement of this place, still. it was a comforting illusion. especially with a decently priced dispensary a few kilometres down the way, things were simple for now. most evenings were simple. you were a nightcrawler, came with the job… and the viral blood disease. nonetheless, you usually rise around 7 PM, smoke a few joints, take a shower, and then start your ‘morning’ ritual. which is what you found yourself doing right now.
you hooked right, onto the sidewalk, but then another right: behind the u shaped motel complex. it was a line of alleyways that connects a few roads, parking lots, and service tunnel access points; hugged by buildings and warehouses on all sides.
you weren’t sure where he was coming from each night. you would wager the tunnels. those tend to stay warm during the winter (that is if you don’t mind the chance of getting caught and skinned by feds: especially being a feline.)
you left the can of tuna on top of a transformer box, before stepping to the opposite side of the alleyway, and fishing a cigarette tin out of your old service jacket. you opened the tin, sliding the top just to the right enough to reveal the filter ends of several cigs, joints, and spliffs. most hand rolled. you fished a spliff out of the tin, and put it to your lips; closing the tin and pocketing it in one motion. raise your pointer finger to the end of the spliff. your two trigger fingers were replaced; both mechanical now. this is a combat mod but it has a simple bonus; the tip of your point hinged off, and a small butane flame lit the tip.
you shook the flame out, the tip of your finger closing back up. after a few starter drags, the spliff was lit. lean against the brick wall behind you in half-hearted victory, before looking up.
two amber reflective circles shined at you from the dark; retinas of a night creature’s lens. you almost jumped, but your intuition spoke louder than your physical reaction. his eyes blinked at you, staring deeply. you catch yourself staring back for a second, (the old habits of a creature that spent centuries as prey to big cats) before prying your eyes away. eye-contact made felines uncomfortable. 
a few moments of awkward staring passed before he slowly started moving towards the tuna. two bandaged feet stepped into view of the streetlight. the pads of his foot-paws were exposed, but the soft parts were wrapped in layers of grimy wrapping. following were two long, emaciated legs, wearing shorts and scrappy fishnets, so rummaged that they barely maintained enough to stay on his legs. he was coated in rainwater, damp and dewy. it had been storming earlier tonight.
his small but long torso followed in, with his head full of grey locks on top. his ears were perked upright, tufts of grey tabby hair wildly at their base; fully alert as he made his way towards the can of tuna. you shift on your feet, and take a puff of your spliff, and his ears turn towards you, his eyes remaining firm on his target. you could barely see his face; the streetlight behind him was making him a silhouette of a shadow twink, creeping in darkness towards you. his arms were wrapped in similar bandaging to his feet, which wrapped around his wrists, and to his hands and fingers. he was wearing a band shirt, but it was particularly more shredded than the last time you remember seeing him.
usually he didn’t approach til after you left. he must of been hungry today. you watched him slowly, hesitantly approach the can of fish in front of him. it was in arms reach, and he slowly grabbed it, before quickly stepping back into the dark part of the alleyway. you giggled a bit, the tension of the moment boiling into steam, drifting into laughter.
“you’re welcome.” you mutter under your breath, taking another puff. you could hear him digging in, sipping the reserved juices from the side of the can with pursed, plump lips. a few exasperated mouthfuls and moans; and he had finished (but not before licking the inside of the can clean.) he let out a content sigh, leaning over and gently setting the can on the ground. you watched his shadowy frame from a distance, fully expecting him to turn heel and scamper off like he usually did. but he didn’t. instead, he just stared at you, as you stared back, puffing on a smoke.
“c…” he started to vocalize, but it sounded like it hurt. like he didn’t ever use his human voicebox. hoarse and dry and lower in octaves than you originally imagined he'd sound.
“can...can i…?”
your eyebrows tilted downward, and you had to stop yourself from going ‘awwww’ outloud. you nodded.
“yeah… you can have a whole one if you want…?” you offer, reaching for the tin in your pocket.
he nods, as he starts to approach but… he hesitates, taking another step back.
you slow your movement a bit.
“i’m not gonna hurt you.” you say, slow and quiet.
he bites his lip like he wants to believe you.
“....h-how...how do i know…?” he asks.
you bite the inside of your cheek. that broke your heart.
“i’m not that type of person…”
“w-why...why would you leave food..?” he raspily whimpered.
“i just…” you hadn’t really answered that part to yourself.
“i-uhhh... i dunno.. i noticed you out here a lot.. you’re cute, and … you look underfed soo..” you rambled a bit.
you looked up to see him approaching. as he got closer, you realized the awful smell that was coming off of him. not like his musk or any dirt… like rot.
he got within arm’s length, and you jolted back to life; realizing you had zoned off in the scent. you reached into the tin, and pulled a joint out; just weed. you didn’t want to give the poor guy nicotine for the first time and have him puke or something. plus, he sounded like he could really use it.
“how do i…?”
you giggle, and take it back from him. slowly, you reached out, making it obvious that your hands were moving towards him. he tensed up, but allowed you to. you put one hand on his shoulder, and realized how small he really was. the other hand moved the joint, filter-first, into his pouty lips. he smiled for a split second before it settled back into worry.
“now just… suck in, okay?” you ask, putting your pointer finger to the tip of his joint.
the butane torch lit it, and illuminated the front of his face. his lens reflected the flame’s light, and you looked up at his features; a thin nose, pointed jaw, moist dewy skin. his eyes are wide and sad: deep bags under them from sleepless nights. sick aswell, pale skin and a feverish look about him. look up, and realize there’s a loosely wrapped bandage around his crown, there was a big brown spot on the left of his forehead. your heart dropped.
he sucked in, and the joint lit up. you zoned off, staring at his wound, not realizing how big of a hit he was taking. after a second too long, you realized, looking down.
“w-wait! l-let it out!” you plead.
cue lungbuster
he tries to blow out all of the smoke, but it was far to late. he starts to cough and hack, and you quickly grab the joint from him, as he doubled over; choking on smoke.
“oh my god, babydoll, i’m so sorr-”
laughter. he started giggling, loudly. your concern melted into a quaint grin. it didn't take long for it to devolve back into coughing.
you reach a hand out, instinctively going to rub little circles into his spine. you touch the small of his back, between shoulder blades, and he's too busy hacking up a lung (making hairball joke seems tacky) to protest or flinch away. you massage out a few knots with the fat part of your palm before the coughing stops and the purring starts. it's sort of a fugue state, almost. for a moment, the two of you just crouched there in that alleyway, as you pet him. the smell of rot is still permeating everything, which is concerning, but you can practically see tension upon tension being relieved under your hand. the purs are deep and reverberating, and you can't help but picture him all warm and purring in bed; laying on top your muscular and scar-covered body. you restrained yourself from biting your lip.
then; suddenly, he's across the alley and your hand is gone from his back. he's crouched on all fours still, alert with his back arched. you freeze, scared to startle him any further. the feral catboy stares at you, eyes… impassioned. this time, you can't tear your gaze away. you aren't sure if he's terrified or confused or turned on, but it's probably all three. your spliff is still dangling from two spare fingers, ash trailing long and limp. you tap it absentmindedly, eyes firmly locked on his.
"i'm sorry." you say, putting your hands up in a placating gesture. "i won't touch you without asking, again."
you hold out the joint to him. his eyes dart from your hand, to your face, to back again. he looks over his shoulder, and back to you. padding towards you a step at a time, wincing at one point as he steps on something sharp. it hurt to watch a little. you could relate all too well to this type of desperation.
he takes the joint from your fingers and settles back on his hind legs, non-dominant hand supporting himself, some sort of animalistic slav squat. you watch, still cautious; and both of you wide-eyed, as he takes a much smaller drag. you, for some reason, nod. the catboy blushes at you, and your fingers brush as he hands you the joint back.
"t-thanks…" he says, giggling a little and covering his mouth with his hand. 
I can't not fuck him. you think.
"yeah." you say, like an idiot. you take a drag of your weed.
"so, like, uhm-" jesus christ you sucked at this. you still can't look at him directly. "i've got more tuna?"
his eyes light up, pupils dilating and he bites his lip a little as he bobs his head up and down.
"please." he says a few seconds into this.
you catch yourself nodding a little too, keeping pace with him. the two of you lock eyes again, and you turn away before you can make him uncomfortable. 
you move towards the motel's side door, stopping as you wrap your fingers around the bar. there was an ambient hum and a faint crackle up your forearm as the door scanned the surface level of your skin. dead cells, microbiology, ambient particles and more, all taken note of in an instant, millions upon millions of uncountable factors taken into account; just to unlock a door.
lean into the door, hold it open and look back over your shoulder at your newfound guest. he was still lingering several feet back, uncertain.
"c'mon," you smile, trying to be disarming. "i won't be hurting you."
he looked behind him, out into the cold night. the air was damp and humid, charged with static; a thunderstorm was due any moment. he grit his teeth.
“i-i have c-claws and i-i can… i can hurt you if i need to i-i’m… n-not some...dumb animal i-”
you nod, looking away from him.
“i understand. you have every right to defend yourself.”
you look back to him, and warm tears are flowing from his eyes.
“h-hey, baby…” you say, raising your eyebrows in sad confusion.
he shys his gaze from you, and looks low.
"listen... i have... been low. before i joined the military i was exactly where you are. i've had to defend myself from rapists and scum of all sort."
you stop, pacing yourself. you rarely tried to achieve this level of genuine emotion in conversation. it was hard.
"i'm not going to hurt you. and if i try to, you have every right to kill me."
he was staring at the ground, but he nodded.
you stepped back from the door frame, and he darted through, getting out of arm’s reach. slowly close the door behind him. he stays about 10 feet in front of you until you reach your room; to which he darts in quickly, once more. he was stood in the corner, in front of the mirror before the room that held the shower. he was still holding his joint, and taking anxious hits every few seconds, but he seemed more preoccupied with darting his eyes around the room to make sure this wasn’t some elaborate trap.
stuck alone in a room with him, the smell of his headwound was exacerbated. it was hard not to gag, the mixing scent of weed smoke was not helping. in the light of your room, you could see his festering, poorly wrapped wound. brown stains and crust surrounded it. you winced a bit.
“baby, what happened to your head?”
he looked at you with widened eyes. panic? his eyes shot around the room for an exit.
“i-i’m sorry! i-i di-didn’t w-want to h-h...hurt him!” he said, curving his back and flatting himself against the wall, staring to see if the window opened. it didn't.
you raised your hands above your shoulders.
“doll, i-it’s okay, what do you mean?”
“y-you’re with them, aren’t you?” he asks, following the statement with a long airy hiss.
“baby, i’m not with anyone that’d be after you.”
he looks at your face, scanning you. felines weren’t great at reading expressions; only body language. some rely on people’s words, but that only gets you so far before someone wants you dead.
“seriously. you are safe here.”
he’s huffing deep breaths, looking around the room desperately.
“baby, what you are smoking can make you paranoid, okay?”
“o-okay…”
“s-so why don’t you just take a seat and… let me take a look at that..” you ask, gesturing to your own forehead.
he nods a bit, you nod back. he takes slow steps to the bed, and slowly sits on the plush mattress. it seems to take him off guard; how soft it was. he grinded his hips into the surface a bit, getting himself comfortable as his tail flicked out behind him.
“i-i trust you.” he says.
you slowly step over, and make your way to the sink; underneath was a duffel bag. unzip it, and shove past a few deconstructed assault rifles to find your old military first-aid tin. steel alloy shell with compact medical supplies inside; factory mass produced for the resource wars of 2043. luckily, they made well past excess of the ugly pale blue tins, and you can buy them in bulk for pennys on the dime. you almost step away, until you looked left; seeing a few cans of tuna sitting by your food supplies and coffee maker.
you brought a open can of tuna and the tin over, and handed him the can. you had heard him perk up as soon as he could smell the fish; which again, wasn’t helping with the gross smells in the air.
“eat some, and try to ignore me, okay?” you ask. he nods.
“y-yes, ma’am.”
you can’t help but laugh a little.
“ma’am? that’s a little cordial.”
he blushes deeply. a little too deep.
“oh?” you ask. you couldn’t help but push it; the lazy domme in you was showing.
you let him be, shifting your attention to the poorly done headwrap.
“did you clean this yourself?” you ask.
he nods no.
“no, ma’am. s-some… human wrapped me up.. h-he was homeless, i-i think…”
you nod, smiling a bit.
“and what about the people that hurt you?”
you started to unwrap the wound. you were expecting some deep puncture from a catclaw that turned into an abscess or something but…
you peeled back goey bandages, and tried hardest to keep a poker face. you could see fucking bone. worse; it was cracked, callus forming between the fractures. this was a few weeks old. he could be facing brain damage, and that’s a best case scenario.
“who the fuck did this to you?” you can’t help but spit.
it was blunt force, like a board or a hammer; something awful of the like.
“s-some c...cruel men b-by the riv-river…”
you peeled the bandage away, revealing the festering hole in all of it’s awful glory. the smell of rot filled the room. if you weren’t combat trained, you would be gagging right now.
“this is… this is really bad, baby.”
green and brown flesh showed necrosis and decay. he was literally rotting. festering headwound; infection had already set in. around the wound was red, irritated skin. it was puffy as all hell too.
“t-they t..took a video o...of me…”
something snapped; you couldn’t keep your hands steady anymore, your breathing and heartrate was picking up. breathe, soldier, you told yourself. 8, 5, 8. you took a deep breath, let it out, then took another deep breath.
“do you trust me?”
he looked up to you. he looked somewhat unsure but..
“y-yes, ma’am.”
“can i take you to a doctor?”
“i-i d-don’t h...have a-any… social security o...or m-money o-or-”
“i know a girl… i can pay” you say, not fully sure if you had the money to pay for something like that right now.
he nods, a semi worried look on his face.
“i’m gonna have to put you on a leash, okay?”
“w-what?!”
you swallow hard.
“i-it’s the law, baby… city ordinance… i-i don’t have any papers for you, so i can’t risk a CO pulling us over…”
“i.. y-you… t….”
you reach out and pet his head, scratching softly behind his ear. he loosens up a bit.
“what’s your name?” you ask
a gentle blush reaches his cheeks, and he turns away.
“d-dot…” he says.
“that’s a pretty name; my name is rami.”
he nods and smiles a little, looking back to you.
“th-that’s a really nice w-word…” dot says.
you hook up a titanium collar with a chain leash: dot looked at you funny when you brought it out of the duffle bag.
“don’t...don’t ask questions.” you beg.
you lead him out of the room, doing a check to make sure your taurus eidolon was strapped to your hip. you had a jacket pocket full of 7.62 for it, and a few heat sinks too. you’d need them for later, dealing with a few cruel men. dot took a few steps forward, and the chain yanked suddenly. you looked up to see:
“i-i hate this collar!” he says, huffing, his hairs standing up. He was reaching at it; the thick metal bar was keeping his neck straight in an uncomfortable. unluckily for him, you don't have pets; this was mostly used for interrogation purposes.
“i-i know baby, i’m sorry.”
you took him down the stairs, the autolock sealing behind you.  you tightened the hawaiin shirt over your tanktop. it was going to be a very long night.
dot was hiding behind your shoulder, quivering uncomfortably and looking at you with sad eyes. you frown a little. even a pet store collar would have given him sensory issues, let alone this heavy hunk of metal.
"it won't be long." you let yourself brush his cheek with your palm for a moment. "the doctor only lives a few blocks away."
dot nods, determined like a widow at a wake. you try to be reassuring.
save for a few catcalls (ha-fucking-ha) the two of you make it there without incident. the smell of dot's head wound invades your nose. now that you know the scent, you can't escape it. your blood boils thinking about the kind of people who could do something like this. people in this city did depraved things for pleasure already, but assault always got under your skin. it always felt like a waste to you, needlessly cruel and misguided. there were plenty of people to pick fights with who could actually fight back, after all.
the sawbone's "office", which is a generous term, is located out of an old condemned day trader office space from when the stock market was still open to civvies. it's untouched and dusty, only left undemolished because it costs more money to tear down than to let rot. you lead dot around the back of the warehouse and down an alley. there's identical rows and rows of warehouses and working spaces here, all closed off and left to their own devices now. if you activated the highly sensitive mics in your ears, you could probably hear vague activity, faint music, the whirring of a power tool, screaming. cops didn't come here often.
around the back of the building is a bunch of caution tape and old 4x4 boards and wooden pallets. a couple empty barrels. pry under a pallet covered in tape and red spray paint, revealing a hole in the wall big enough to crouch walk through. every other entrance to this place was welded or barred shut. nobody really came around here, but it paid to be cautious.
"c'mere." you tell dot, though he's already standing well within your personal space. you gently turn him around by his slim shoulders, twisting the latch behind the collar once, twice, until it popped loose. dot scrabbled to get it off, scuffing his head wound a little and wincing. he shook his head and then his whole body, like he was getting something filthy off of himself.
"I hate that collar…" he says again, pouting a little. you swear you can hear your heart snap in two. you wrap your arms around him, collar and chain still in one hand, and squeeze him gently. he shudders into you as the cold titanium touches his back, and you cringe as the scent of rot fills your nose. it's still sweet though.
"I'll get you a softer one." you find yourself saying. "until I can get you leashless certified." 
you feel him gasp a little, his shoulders hitched up. you've gone still as well, both of you surprised by your commitment. you'd never really been a pet owner, you didn't even have any plants for Christ's sake. you didn't know what it was about this stray that made you feel so protective…
when you first saw dot, a few weeks ago, you'd watched him trodding for gutter fish in a canal near your apartment. you'd been out on the fire escape, smoking after a job. you always reevaluated your shots and compartmentalized any ugly details after a job. weed and nicotine helped.
he'd stripped half his clothes off, almost literally dressed in rags, and he was crouched and still, legs submerged in the murky water up to his knees. his tail and his ears were quirked at odd angles. legs long and slender and heels arched in an inhuman amgle. you'd zoomed in with your bionic lens, interested now, and saw the way his claws glinted in the scarlet sunset light. they had looked beaded with fresh blood then. you'd been amused until a few street cops on patrol showed up. he had to run off and leave his clothes behind, but the cops were easily lost. dot moved like a fucking movie character. he leapt on top of a parked trailer, took a running leap onto a fire escape, and running up the stairs and out of sight. 
an hour later you had his clothes neatly folded and washed, with a can of tuna resting neatly on top, waiting for him in the alleyway next to your motel room.
dot's not moved an inch in your arms. he's barely even breathing. you're about to open your mouth when-
"w-why are you…" his head is tucked under your chin. his voice is quavering. "why are you doing this?" 
"i don't know."
"you're… it's not a trick?" he looks up at you with a fierce gaze and furrowed brows. there's tear tracks on his cheeks. he looks deadly serious, but he can't meet your eyes. he's staring at your chest.
"no!" you say. god, why do you sound so sincere? "I just… want to help."
he sniffs. you smile at him. dot looks at your eyes, then down at something, your chin, your lips? he looks like there's something he's going to say. his gaze relaxes, and he finally meets your eyes for a moment before he shys away, burrowing his face in you. you squeeze him a little, baffled and horribly, horribly endeared.
"i never thought i'd be adopting a stray." you chuckle, running a hand over his hair. it's knotted in an awful way, but thick and oily in a natural, "i don't use shampoo" way. you wish you had a brush, or even your comb. 
he laughs a little too, a little sad. he's still hiding his face from you.
"so…" his voice is muffled, tickling your armpit. "i-i'm… yours now?"
"yeah." you say, breathless and pants tight. your head swims a little. christ, you needed to get laid more. "you're mine.”
he squeezed you a little tighter, a deep purr permeating from deep in his chest. you bit your lip.
"now c'mon, the doctor's waiting, and she's not a patient woman." you say, finally breaking the embrace and forcing the two of you back on track.
dot looks at you with flushed cheeks and nods, staring at the floor as he slips by you and languidly passes through the entrance to the warehouse. 
"there's a bunker entrance in the floor back here." you explain, moving the pallet back in place behind the two of you. "the actual office is down there."
it's dilapidated here. with the entrance covered, all the light comes in through windows caked over with dirt and broken parts of the thin metal roofing. it's enough to see almost clearly, but the dust in the air and haphazard piles of old scrap makes the place inhospitable. even the underground organ harvesting blood bank had a better vibe.
dot hooks a palm through the hatch, and pulls. he’s almost strong enough to pull it open by himself, which makes you smile proudly. you step behind him, and grab it; pulling it open with a few fingers. the hinges are rusty, but decently maintained. you let dot step down first; he tended to like to lead the way.
“rami, is that you?”
you laugh a little, awkwardly fiddling with the dog tags looped around your necks.
“yes, ma’am.”
“is that a god damn cat?”
you nod your head, stepping into the hatch, and pulling it closed behind you. dot, on the tips of his paw pads, was skulking around the corners of the room, sniffing around.
“yes, ma’am.” you repeat yourself, as you duck under a low hanging steam pipe.
the bunker was surprising well maintained and sterile looking; fluorescent lights reflected off of linoleum tiles. there was a few stained glass dividers, hiding hospital pods and iv-drips. all stolen and jailbroken from the medical industry. just like xhen.
xhen was a shorter girl, maybe twice my bodies’ age, with light wrinkles and huge tits to show. she was milfy in every means of the word, wearing sweaters under her stained surgical sleeves, pencil skirts and tall heels that clacked loudly as she approached. her hips swayed gently towards you, and you had to bring your eyes to face level.
“you never striked me as a pet-owner.” she says, lips pursed and eyebrows cocked high.
for a second you don’t know what that look is for. then, you remember you still owed her for last time. Fuck. you reached into your front pocket, pulling out a leather USB sleeve. slowly open it, and take the usb out.
“do what you gotta. i don’t wanna know how much i’m bleeding tonight.” you say. she smiles widely, purple lipstick stained lips.
“yes, ma’am.” she mimics you, swiping the stick from you before you could regret it.
“whose the stray? and…” she sniffed the air.
“christ, the fuck is that smell?” she asks.
you sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose.
“that’s dot.” you say, looking over your shoulder.
he was curled up under an operating table, staring out from the corner of the room. his ears were raised high, mouth open and panting; he was getting nervous and strung out in the presence of xhen.
“he got a nasty headwound, some… voyeurists or something awful.”
she nods, letting out a empathetic noise.
“it’s pretty bad. like… callus and rot… it might be brain deep.” you say, taking another smoke out of your tin. xhen plugs your usb into her system, eyeing one of the several monitors ahead of her; the bigger one, with HD. she whistles.
“damn, babydoll, you’re running dry.”
you turn your head slowly and painfully. less than 8 whole CheirCoin left in your wallet. ouch.
“damn… boss got me on retention.”
“that usually means he’s planning something awful.”
“awful means high value in my line of work, xhen.”
she grins a little.
“i’ll take two whole; that covers your tab and a little over half of whatever fuckery this’ll entail.”
she vaguely gestures to the shivering catboy in the corner of her room. you nod. she was being insanely gracious. you know you had owed her more than she was letting on.
“thank you xhen, i’ll pay you back as much as i can later.”
“i know you will.” she said, eyes hungrily at your crotch.
it seems you weren’t the only one thinking about your dick. it twitched again, and you quickly moved your leather USB wallet to the front of your jeans. you take a few steps towards dot, and squat in front of the table he’s under.
“c’mere, baby…”
you coo a few times, rapping your fingers against the tile. his ears shoot back, and eyes widen; entering predator mode. he gently pounced forward, latching onto your hand with his paws. after a split second, his eyes narrowed again. he laughed dryly a few times, blushing deeply.
“s-sorry..” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. you gently grab onto his spare hand.
“nothing to be apologizing for, dot.” you say, petting the back of his hand.
his blush deepens even more, and you smile sorely.
“where are the people that did this to you?”
there’s an awful, lingering silence.
“the canals… t-that brick building with th...the metal stairs… that old government housing building...i-i’m… i-i’m sorry i d-don’t remember m-much...”
the fire escape. your heart snapped in half. you had watched him climb into the jaws of something vicious the first night you saw him.
“i know the place.”
you kiss the back of his hand.
“xhen is gonna take care of that for you. she’s a good woman, and i trust her. i’ll be back, okay?”
he looked like a car was coming or the boat he was on had a leak. he clung to you a little too tight. after a gutwrenching silence, you looked down at him and sighed.
“will you hurt those men?” he asks
you nod.
“i will.”
he leans his head into your shoulder. you could feel his breath get heavy and dampen with the weight of a sob. you placed a hand on the back of his head and neck, and scratch gently.
“it’s gonna be okay dot.”
...
your feet carried you across the country sickeningly fast. you were thirsty. you had a rage fang-boner and you were craving a fight. you hadn’t had a good one in weeks. your head throbbed with high blood pressure and the punk rock screaming and thrashing that was blaring over your neural mesh. as you stepped close to the apartment building, following the canal to your own old apartment that you had to quickly flee, you stepped by a construction site.
this was the seedy part of town, so automated construction was far too expensive. you stepped past a chain-link fence, and snagged a hammer and a box of nails from a tool box laying nearby.
you approached the brick apartment building. out front there were two men, sitting with ak-141s and modified ARs tucked next to their folding chairs. they were obviously fleshy, at least no mods you needed to worry about. you sighed, and dug into your driving jacket; pulling out a few nails and the hammer. you placed a few nails between the knuckles of your left hand, and then a few sticking out of your teeth.
you stepped across the canal, splashing water with your boots and making slow strides in the dark towards them. you were hungry as hell; as gross as it was to rely on 40-something year old military academy dropouts for food. that's having a hemasynthetic replication disorder does though. you should be so lucky it's not rats for dinner.
the steps you took towards the two felt slower than possible. you took a deep breath, counting to eight; then releasing the same breath, counting to five. your feet brought you even closer. you took one more deep breath in.
with a firm a movement, you kicked the folding chair out from underneath the man on the right. he tumbled to the ground. he was a large man with an olive tan and a heavy brow. facial ID recognition software pegged him as ryan dukovisky, wanted felon and ex-military. no mods, so he must of been an angry desk jockey. with nothing to lose and too much to prove, he found himself under your heel, throat first.
you bolted, crushing the windpipe of ryan as you bounded towards the second figure; who was wearing a ski-mask. who he was didn’t matter much as you smack a hammer backhanded  across his bottom jaw, tearing tendons on the right side and spilling bloody teeth and phlegm across the alleyway concrete. he must of had a biodampener installed; for anyone else, that would of knocked them unconscious.
as the man in the ski mask tumbled, you grabbed the patchwork ak that was within arm’s reach, and dropped the clip on ryan's head; before chambering the one bullet out of it. you weren’t worried about ryan doing anything other than choke on his own blood, but the other still potentially had a lot of fight in him.
you tossed the ak aside, and crossed a kick across ski-mask’s face so hard he rolled over onto his back, spitting fragments of whatever used to be his mouth. the black fabric surrounding his face seemed constricting for him now. you kneeled over his arms, pinning them, and lowered a nail to his forehead. his heavy breathing turned into a gurgly whine as you placed the nail close. you slowly turn around, as if forgetting something, and look at the door. there was padlock with a number code keeping the iron outer door sealed.
“use your fingers. the code to the door.”
his left hand slowly raises, as you look left. four fingers, four fingers, two fingers and…. his right hand raises, and you have to turn to look at it under your right knee. eight fingers.
“4418, that’s right?” you ask. he nods and whimpers.
“thanks.”
you blow the nail straight through his frontal cortex, pinning his ski mask to his skull.. his squirming will stop in a few minutes. you stand up and step over to ryan. he’s barely clutching onto life, his gasps for air were getting more gurgly and desperate. you took a nail, and lined it up to the right side of his forehead. you put it straight through, with a solid blow to the nail that bruises and rips the skin around it somewhat.
you stood upright, and rolled your neck a bit. the two bodies next to you twitched and gurlged as you approached the door and entered the code. it popped unlocked, which made you smile. poor guy really thought he was gonna make it out alive.
none of us do.
you quietly entered the apartment building.
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[GOOD MORNING]
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yaboyyjay · 5 days
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Nightfall. Planet Provia.
Catgirl Dot is kicking back on a narrow catwalk, thousands of feet above her resident arcology's largest bioreserve. With so many body modifications transforming her into a feline, she's able to slink around the protected area undetected.
The irises of her electric green eye implants are glowing as they extend out from their corneas to project a quantum computer-generated reality into her lens, directly stimulating the retinal cells that transmit visual information to her brain. Using a true-to-life virtual avatar, Dot searches the simulated world for her newest long-distance beau, Clu, who dwells in a cubicle apartment on one of 15 surface colonies scattered about the planet's only natural satellite.
Clu is standing outside -- or what passes for outside on the lunar superstructure -- and gazing up through the colony's semitransparent radiation and micrometeorite shields.
Provia fills the sky.
The irises of his bionic eyes are flickering as he switches to their shared simulated reality to generate a private, self-furnishing loll room. Then, he invites her to join as the room auto-populates itself with a random assortment of simulated Provian pets.
Dot's avatar spawns in next to a fuzzy moffbat that's been coded by an algorithm to flutter around her in circles.
"Hey," she's smiling, baring custom fangs with her tail dancing behind her.
"Hey," greets Clu. "Nice mods. You actually have fangs?"
Back on Provia, Dot flicks out her tongue, and a barbel pings against an incisor, amusing Clu to the point of distraction. Finally, she purrs, "Why don't you come down here and see for yourself?"
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Art by Jelle Atromitos
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spacepiratenemo · 10 months
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The Jackpot Space Pirate Crew MASTERPOST
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#charactersheet Lunaliel Nemo & B.E.N (Bionically-Engineered-Neomachine)
Lunaliel refers to “from the moon” : whereas Nemo refers to a Nobody. No man. No One. This name was given to her by her father who had fallen to the sickness of “madness”, an incurable illness that corrupts body and mind. Inside his gone-crazy brain, Nemo was nothing but a parasyte. A mutant. Too weak to live. Too small to fight. A tragic backstory resulting in her brother killing his own father to protect his sister. 
Nemo is a Convection-Class rare lunarian Mutant. A complete mystery to science and known physics. C-Classes are born only once in a billion, each time it happened technological advancement skyrocketed. For some reason, these mutants are born fully space-bound. Despite their bodies being incredibly weak, their brains work on a lightspeed level. The last C-Class managed to achieve a Kardashev-Scale Type I level. Nemo developed to Type III, bordering Type IV. 
Her personality is like her heterochromatic eyes. She is loud, ill-tempered, fiery, cheeky, has an attitude, is full of joy, just golden like the sun. But Nemo is also kindhearted, soft, friendly and soothing as the blue sea. Despite being the possibly smartest being in the universe, she is silly, laughs a lot, uses slang. Despite knowing the secrets of the galaxies, she loves pranks, shenanigans and a chillaxing time. 
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Ben is not only Nemo’s assistant, it also is a self-maintaining, self-advancing and self-developing droid with incomprehensible abilities and a falsely-programmed artificial intelligence suffering from a “personality-disorder” (Drama-Queen). Ben used to be Nemo’s babysitter when she was a small child and didn’t want to be left alone by her brother when he had work to do. Ben also can become a perfect protector if the Broski-Mode is activated, in which Ben replaces Alliqui to take care of the Mouse-Sister. Ben demands to be paid for his services. It’s quantum-system decided it wants vacation. Nemo, as its’ Boss, is not going to file any holidays nor salaries. 
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#charactersheet Lunaliel Alliqui
☠ Lunaliel refers to “from the moon” : Alliqui refers to the latin word “aliquis/aliqui” which describes a person of importance. A someone, a somebody! A real flex! Alliqui is four years older than his little sister Nemo, for which he cares deeply. He shows his care like most big brothers do. He bullies her in a friendly way, ruffles her hair, throws her across the room or calls her a “mouse” to provoke her. He also is the only person who is allowed to do that! If someone touches Nemo, they’re dead!
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👾 Alliqui is a fan of rock and metal music, he does love soft underpants and he is completely irresponsible. But he also is the most fun person to be around! Somehow, hanging out with Alliqui always ends up in disastrous adventures.
💀 Alliqui had a huge crush on Lena. The medic of the Crew was not interested at all, since Alli was a jerk! Tough luck! This silly guy also frequently challenged his adoptive father and Capt’n, delusionally thinking he’d stand a chance. He never learned his lesson. However, he was very famous on “Spacegram”. Not for his character, but girls did like his packs.
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Venaros comes from Latin “Venator” meaning “Hunter”. Since Zekka is a #onepieceoc the meaning of D is classified! 舌禍 Zekka = Careless Remark/Slip of Tongue// Also refers to Zekka from the GUNNM Universe. His alias is “the Starhunter” as he is a most legendary pirate in outer space, famous for his strength, bravery and recklessness.
😈 He is a committed anarchist, there is no god beside yourself, you yourself make the rules, do whatever, you only live once - so have some goddamn fun! Despite being a hero to many, he also is a menace to some. A hero that swears too much, uses slurs and slang, has a questionable morale and couldn’t be more celebrated for the most insanely impossible accomplishments.
🌠There are true stories and lies about this legendary alpha lunarian. He ventured to the Blue World, which is true. He met Gol D. Roger, which also is true. He allegedly beat the Pirateking in a fist fight, which is a total lie. Both got way too drunk to fight anything! A loss he openly admits is his loss against Whitebeard, a man Zekka deeply respected. Otherwise, Zekka also was responsible for the annihilation of the Tyranid-Swarmfleet, the destruction of the Ivstvaan-Plague, the end of the rule of Tau’vis, the conquering of the asteroid-belt and the creator of 223 craters on the surface of the moon.
☠ Zekka is loud, fiery, has a loose tongue and an even more loose temper. He is unhinged, full of joy, a completely gone mad nuthead. He is a loving adoptive father to his “children” in the Crew, a bad idol, but an idol with wonderful lessons to teach regardless. He is the hero that teaches you to fight, to do no harm but take no shit, to always bring a towel. The man was known to be too cool for this universe, and for some reason, this fact was true - A proletarian legend from the moon. A winged warrior who earned his bragging rights!
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#charactersheet Seras Mace
Mace refers to the bludgeoning weapon carrying the very same name. Seras is the family name. Per Martian custom, all children carry the name of the mother, honouring the person who has given birth to them this way.
True Martian tribal warrior from Olympus Mons. His cabal was one of the strongest inhabiting the planet. Per Martian Custom, it's common to let the hair grow to a long braid. The hair is never cut and when it has to be cut, it indicates that a warrior lost a fight, a shame on their pride. Mace has a very, very long braid, indicating that he never lost a single fight.
However, Mace did lose one single battle. Being a former bounty-hunter, he overestimated himself by challenging Zekka the Starhunter, wanting to gain more glory for his tribe. The Martian lost this fight quickly and with a cracked ego, he was about to cut off his hair. Zekka stopped this motion, telling this fine warrior that this fight wasn’t fair, while also wondering why Mace appeared to have fought with both hands tied behind his back.
Taken to the camp of the Jackpot Crew, Lena and Jango treated his wounds. Shortly after his recovery, he realised that these were not filthy pirates without morale nor honour. They lived by specific, delightful rules, being a crazy family. The more Mace stuck around, the more he could see how mistaken he had been about these people.
Ultimately, he grew a heart on the Crew, joining their ranks to perform heroic acts with them together. They carried the title of pirates, yet they were much more than that. Mace was a new addition in battle, their musician and friend.
Mace identifies as a male. When Mace told his mother about this he said: “I’m sorry, mother. You don’t have a beautiful daughter. I know this must be disappointing for you.” His mother however replied with wonderful words of kindness, hugging her son lovingly. “I don’t have a beautiful daughter. You’re right. I have the most beautiful and most honourable son in the universe and I am so, so endlessly proud of you”.
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#charactersheet Maluga Jax 
According to Urban Dictionary - Jax is just a very hot, nice guy with a lot of friends and a sexy ass! In Spanish Jax comes from Greek and refers to the male hyacinth, which has a nice correspondence to his eye colour.
A master-pilot; an expert of explosives; the man who's got the grooves; roguish; charming and courageous but also a bit of a Softie; had exceptional navigation-skills and a very good technological knowledge.
Jax came from another planet in another solar system with no resource-scarcity, compared to the moon where he met his #crew later on. He came from the planet Malagas-Sevenius-Nix near the Beteigeuze System. A habitable desert planet orbiting three suns, of which two were main-sequence stars and one red dwarf. His old home also was known to be a mining-planet, where he and other kids were forced to work. Ofc these kids were exploited. Cheap workers were always a blessing for the greedy mining companies and capitalism sucked like a vortex of rapaciousness! However, the kids also had their hands on the goodies,in secret they built a spaceship to escape their horrible lives. Since no one of them was a Mecha, an Engineer or similar, their spaceship was deemed to fall apart and it did so, when it reached one of Jupiter’s Moons in the One Piece Solar System. Unfortunately for them all, there also was the Jupiter-Nation, a race made of corrupted machines, that was about to annihilate them all for their trespassing. Fighting for his life, Jax couldn’t save his friends and it looked like he wouldn’t survive the day either…
Jax was saved by Zekka the Starhunter and Kid-Nemo! He joined the ranks of the Jackpot Crew later on. He became their pilot and one of their musicians, jammin’ in the garage with Mace, Ghyst and Alliqui. 
His Voice-Claim would be Starlord of the Guardians of the Galaxy. Their personalities are quite similar. His Zodiac is Leo. He loves good chillout vibes and psychedelic cacti juices. 
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#charactersheet ! Tenebris Ghyslain - “Ghyst” 👽
☠ Plutonian Assassin from the icy outpost of Charon. Former “Khan” of the Guild of the Silent Suns. Survivor of the plague of Istvaan. Night-Watch, Rogue.
☠ Plutonians never talk, they shall only speak if their words carry value. In their belief it states, the less you say, the more weight your words will carry.
☠ The plague of Istvaan also refers to the “night of a thousand tears” that had befallen Pluto a few years prior. A swarm-fleet of an alien-parasyte made contact with the population of the Charonian Outpost, infected and infested these folks and nearly caused the extinction of the plutonian species. The infestation was contained before the entire race got extinct, thanks to the advanced medical knowledge of Lena and Jango from the Jackpot Space Pirate Crew. As per plutonian custom, the strongest warrior of Charon was given to the Crew as a pledge. This pledge was Ghyslain. The name Ghyslain also refers to a “pledge”. However, Ghyslain calls himself Ghyst, which is a word play and refers to “ghost”. (Ghyst sounds like Geist, which is the German word for Ghost)
☠ Per custom of the Jackpot Space Pirate Crew, Pluto had nothing to thank for and Ghyst was a free man, however, Ghyst wished to be a part of the Crew. He became their Night-Watch later on, given the fact that Plutonians do not require to rest, therefore he’s always awake, ensuring his new family can sleep peacefully.
☠ He also found his love for music thanks to the Crew, learning how to play guitar from Mace and admiring the old tunes he listens to in Jax’s garage.
☠ Plutonian Race-Specifics: Charonians like Ghyslain contain a heat-source within their bodies to keep warm in their cold world. Their biology only requires water which is collected from ice. They do not have ears, they “listen” through “vibrations” that their brains turn into “sounds”.
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#charactersheet Stellato Lena - Skypiean Refugee/Medical Professional
❤️The Name Stellato has its origin in the Italian language and means “starry” referring to “starry skies” and also to the past where navigators used the stars to find their way across the seas.
🌙She was born and lived in Skypiea till her early twenties, serving a royal family as a personal nurse and doctor. Lena has a very advanced knowledge about medicines and treatments for illnesses. She is very intelligent and always extremely kindhearted.
💫Lena dreamed of the star-sea (space) for a long while, often spending her free time at night to observe the stars, and more precisely the moon, always feeling a certain connection to this celestial object. She also wished to find out where her kind truly came from and what brought them to the Blue-World (OnePieceWorld) in the first place.
✨After she had gotten framed for a severe crime she didn’t commit, her escape led her to Vegapunk, with whom she spent roughly a year. Vegapunk revealed some of the world’s secrets to Lena. However, it didn’t take too long until the government noticed this, threatened to kill Vegapunks temporary “assistant”. This led to yet another chase. After making a plan, it was Vegapunk who gave Lena the option to escape to the moon.
❤️Later on Lena connected with the Starhunter Zekka and joined his Crew: The Jackpot Space Pirates. She became their official medic as well as a researcher for specific illnesses. She also started to study the old carvings of the ancient lost knowledge that can be found on the moons’ surface. Lena also quickly became Nemo’s best friend, a big sister guiding her and helping to nurture her. Nemo’s brother Alliqui suffered a heavy crush on the new crewmember, eventually resulting in “accidentally” hurting himself so she had to treat him.
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#charactersheet Cato Jango! 👽
👾Cato comes from Latin and refers to “all-knowing”, conjuring up the figure of someone with deep-thinking capabilities. Jango obviously is a reference to another favourite fandom of mine, #starwars ! But Jango also means “brave warrior”.
👾Jango is a Beteigeuzian Green-Alien! It’s neither girl, nor boy, nor any gender. In fact, its species never had a concept of such, as they “reproduce via cell-division”. This ultimately means that, if Jango ever wanted a child, it just would make a clone of itself, dividing its cells and therefore ensuring its species will thrive.
👾It's a scientist with highly advanced knowledge. Type III civilisation, which is halfway to entering the phase of a Type IV civilisation according to the Kardashev-Scale. Its species unlocked interstellar travel thousands of years ago.
👾Its scientific research brought it to the One Piece Solar System, where it eventually encountered the Jackpot Space Pirate Crew. As a very curious scientist, Jango stuck around to find out more about Nemo’s rare mutation, study her brain, teach her more knowledge, help Lena to find a cure for a certain illness and study alternative medicines.
👾Jango’s research is extremely valuable and beneficial to everyone in the Crew.
👾It’s a pothead! Yes! Jango grows space-weed that can grow without water, oxygen or nutrients. It only needs sunlight! It also smokes one helluva lot!
👾Its favourite music is Reggae!
👾Its vision is that of thermo-vision. Its skin is extremely elastic and with its antennas it can communicate through telepathy. (Only short distances of maximum one kilo-parsec!)
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#charactersheet 👾 Finally, the first one of the re-do is done! As mentioned on my instagram story, I'm re-working all the charactersheets of the Jackpot Space Pirate Crew and create a new, bigger, better group picture when the sheets are finished. Here's the first Sheet done! 
www.instagram.com/r0tt3n_rabbi… //Follow my IG Story for work in progress pictures, process pictures and more additional content. 
❤️Cimpi & Cimpa❤️
Adopted by Capt’n Zekka at a young age; it was the Starhunter, who helped them to seek for someone who’d help them to become who they truly wished to be. This mysterious journey led them to the Blue World, where Zekka introduced the twins to Ivankov, who understood their struggles and helped them to change to: The most kawaii princesses in space! Shortly after they joined Zekka on his ventures as his Crewmates, causing entertainment for the entire galaxy by beautiful dancing shows and cheerful songs, as well as absolutely stylish fashion-designs!
The brand “Jackpot Couture is lit!” was created by them and their fashion-label used to be the most famous ones in the galaxy. People literally stood in line to get their hands on their newest designs! Gucci? Nah! F*ck Gucci! Cimpi and Cimpa’s fashion is out of this world!
Cimpi and Cimpa are too kawaii to die, which also is their special power! You can’t beat them! They’re just too cute! Seriously, they just love, love, love the decora-kei style!
Totally not interested in anything that is not kawaii (according to their opinion, ofc!) And if someone were to be rude towards them or their friends, they’d just say something like: “That was so NOT kawaii of you, meanie!”
They’re also quite skilled infiltrators! No one would ever suspect such cuties to be a culprit!
B-Class Lunarians (check my own story-lore!) B-Class (Brawler Class) is shown by not having wings but still being able to conjure fire, they’re smaller and a little weaker than the winged Lunarians you know from the original OP story, but they’re also a little faster and are known to be incredibly resilient. Constantly play the “twin-game”! You’ll never know who is who, and I, as the author, can't tell you for sure either. They change hairstyles, clothes, jewellery and even colours within less than one light-second!
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jcmarchi · 10 days
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University of Alberta Joins Transatlantic Network to Accelerate Tech Innovation - Technology Org
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University of Alberta Joins Transatlantic Network to Accelerate Tech Innovation - Technology Org
The University of Alberta has joined a transatlantic network bringing together the best and brightest researchers, startups and technology companies from countries allied under the banner of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO).
The U of A is lending expertise, infrastructure and partnerships as a test centre where innovators and researchers affiliated with the NATO DIANA network can assess and refine new technologies. Image credit: Richard Siemens/University of Alberta
The network, called the Defence Innovation Accelerator for the North Atlantic (DIANA), supports the development and testing of technologies with both civilian and military applications in a collaborative effort to help solve challenges affecting security and peace worldwide.
According to an announcement this morning by NATO, the U of A is among 13 test centres and two accelerators in Canada that were added to NATO DIANA’s growing roster of partners.
“Part of DIANA’s strength is our unique transatlantic network of talent centres and innovation leaders working toward a common purpose,” says Prof. Deeph Chana, managing director of DIANA. “The breadth and diversity of partners in DIANA’s network will accelerate the development and deployment of groundbreaking solutions for defence, security and peace.”
“This is a security and defence platform, but the bigger picture here is the dual-use technologies that will be developed to support Canada, Canadian citizens and the broader society,” explains André McDonald, professor in the Faculty of Engineering and associate vice-president (strategic research initiatives and performance), who led the U of A’s successful bid to join DIANA with input from researchers across the university’s three colleges.
“This is about using deep tech research and innovation to answer challenges and support society across areas like advanced manufacturing, artificial intelligence and human enhancement.”
As part of the NATO DIANA network of test centres where innovators can assess and refine their technologies, the U of A will contribute world-leading expertise, infrastructure and existing partnerships.
McDonald notes that the network’s interests in dual-use technologies dovetail with objectives outlined in Shape, the university’s strategic plan of impact, and in Forward with Purpose, its strategic plan for research and innovation. In particular, NATO DIANA’s focus areas for research align with the U of A’s strengths in energy solutions, nano-scale fabrication, artificial intelligence, space science, quantum research and biotechnology.
“With technologies like hydrogen fuel cells and biofuels, we can take the technology back into the civilian marketplace. Biotechnology can support human enhancement and the betterment of citizens in their daily lives, by creating things like brain-computer interfaces or bionic limb attachments for people with disabilities. New materials and fabrics that protect the wearer in extreme conditions are as useful for industry as for the military. And AI integrated into autonomous systems, big data science, nanosatellites and next-gen wireless communications could have applications for people living in northern and Indigenous communities. It’s a brilliant partnership across the board.”
Being part of NATO DIANA will also mean more learning opportunities for U of A undergraduates, graduate students and postdoctoral researchers, which aligns with the objectives of the university’s new Student Experience Action Plan, says McDonald. 
“The goal is to build our capacity to support training students through experiential learning, work-integrated learning and industry partnerships within our research and innovation ecosystem. This expands that capacity.”
Source: University of Alberta
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ncshahareview · 2 months
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Still safe to buy an iPhone 15 Pro Max in 2024?
The iPhone 15 Pro Max boasts a groundbreaking Quantum X display, featuring a 120Hz ProMotion refresh rate and HDR Pro technology for unparalleled visual clarity. Its advanced LiDAR camera system enhances augmented reality experiences, while the A16 Bionic chip ensures lightning-fast performance. The device introduces a revolutionary under-display Touch ID for seamless authentication. With a sleek, ceramic-infused glass design and MagSafe charging, the iPhone 15 Pro Max redefines premium aesthetics and functionality. This flagship device also integrates eco-friendly materials, reflecting Apple's commitment to sustainability. Experience the pinnacle of innovation and performance in the palm of your hand. Spend £1000 Toward iPhone 15 Pro Max Now! Get your reward after you fill in your information. Please Go To Link>>Click Here
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rubyshaha21 · 2 months
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Still safe to buy an iPhone 15 Pro Max in 2024?
The iPhone 15 Pro Max boasts a groundbreaking Quantum X display, featuring a 120Hz ProMotion refresh rate and HDR Pro technology for unparalleled visual clarity. Its advanced LiDAR camera system enhances augmented reality experiences, while the A16 Bionic chip ensures lightning-fast performance. The device introduces a revolutionary under-display Touch ID for seamless authentication. With a sleek, ceramic-infused glass design and MagSafe charging, the iPhone 15 Pro Max redefines premium aesthetics and functionality. This flagship device also integrates eco-friendly materials, reflecting Apple's commitment to sustainability. Experience the pinnacle of innovation and performance in the palm of your hand. Spend £1000 Toward iPhone 15 Pro Max Now! Get your reward after you fill in your information. Please Go To Link>>Click Here
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ncshaha74 · 2 months
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Still safe to buy an iPhone 15 Pro Max in 2024?
The iPhone 15 Pro Max boasts a groundbreaking Quantum X display, featuring a 120Hz ProMotion refresh rate and HDR Pro technology for unparalleled visual clarity. Its advanced LiDAR camera system enhances augmented reality experiences, while the A16 Bionic chip ensures lightning-fast performance. The device introduces a revolutionary under-display Touch ID for seamless authentication. With a sleek, ceramic-infused glass design and MagSafe charging, the iPhone 15 Pro Max redefines premium aesthetics and functionality. This flagship device also integrates eco-friendly materials, reflecting Apple's commitment to sustainability. Experience the pinnacle of innovation and performance in the palm of your hand. Spend £1000 Toward iPhone 15 Pro Max Now! Get your reward after you fill in your information. Please Go To Link>>Click Here
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Still safe to buy an iPhone 15 Pro Max in 2024?
The iPhone 15 Pro Max boasts a groundbreaking Quantum X display, featuring a 120Hz ProMotion refresh rate and HDR Pro technology for unparalleled visual clarity. Its advanced LiDAR camera system enhances augmented reality experiences, while the A16 Bionic chip ensures lightning-fast performance. The device introduces a revolutionary under-display Touch ID for seamless authentication. With a sleek, ceramic-infused glass design and MagSafe charging, the iPhone 15 Pro Max redefines premium aesthetics and functionality. This flagship device also integrates eco-friendly materials, reflecting Apple's commitment to sustainability. Experience the pinnacle of innovation and performance in the palm of your hand. Spend £1000 Toward iPhone 15 Pro Max Now! Get your reward after you fill in your information. Please Go To Link>>Click Here
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Prosthesis: A Symphony of Innovation and Resilience
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Unveiling the Marvels of Prosthesis
In the vast tapestry of medical advancements, Prosthesis emerges as a symphony of innovation and resilience, offering individuals a chance to not just recover but to redefine what it means to live fully. Let's delve into the intricacies of these remarkable creations, where technology and human spirit converge to rewrite the narrative of mobility.
The Dance of Functionality and Form
Imagine a prosthetic limb as a dancer on a stage, seamlessly blending functionality and form. These marvels of engineering have transcended the conventional, evolving into sophisticated extensions of the human body. From biomechanical wonders to aesthetically pleasing designs, modern prostheses are a testament to the fusion of science and art.
The Evolution of Prosthesis: From Wooden Pegs to Bionic Wonders
The journey of prosthesis is akin to a gripping saga, unfolding across centuries. From rudimentary wooden pegs in ancient civilizations to the bionic wonders of today, the evolution is nothing short of awe-inspiring. Each chapter in this narrative reflects not only technological progress but also the indomitable spirit of individuals refusing to be defined by physical limitations.
Wooden Pegs to Bionic Marvels: A Quantum Leap
In the not-so-distant past, a wooden peg might have been the extent of prosthetic innovation. Fast forward to the present, and we find ourselves in an era of bionic marvels. These cutting-edge prosthetic limbs are equipped with advanced materials, responsive sensors, and intricate articulation, mirroring the fluidity of natural movement.
Crafting Individual Narratives: Tailored Prosthetic Solutions
No two stories are the same, and neither are two individuals. Prosthetic solutions have evolved to recognize and celebrate this diversity. Customization is the buzzword, allowing individuals to tailor their prosthetic limbs to match not just their physical needs but also their unique lifestyles and personalities.
Customization: The Key to Personal Empowerment
Picture this: a runner with a prosthetic limb designed for optimal performance, mirroring the elegance of a thoroughbred sprinter. The same technology can be seamlessly adapted for a musician who needs precision and finesse in every movement. This level of customization is not just about replacing what's lost; it's about enhancing what remains and celebrating individuality.
Unleashing Bionics: The Rise of Thought-Controlled Prosthetics
In the realm of prosthesis, science fiction is becoming science reality. The advent of thought-controlled prosthetics is akin to unlocking a new dimension of human-machine interaction. It's not just about moving a limb; it's about orchestrating movements with the power of thought, creating a symbiotic dance between the mind and the prosthetic.
Thought-Controlled Prosthetics: Mind Over Mechanics
The idea of controlling a prosthetic limb merely by thinking might seem like a chapter from a futuristic novel, but it's very much a reality. With neural interfaces and advanced sensors, these prosthetics respond to the user's thoughts, blurring the lines between the organic and the artificial. It's not just a limb; it's an extension of the user's will.
Challenges and Triumphs: Navigating the Terrain of Prosthetic Innovation
As with any transformative journey, the road to widespread acceptance of prosthetics is not without its challenges. Affordability, awareness, and overcoming societal stigmas are formidable foes that demand attention. How do we bridge the gap between cutting-edge technology and accessibility? How do we ensure that individuals embrace prosthetics not as replacements but as enhancements to their lives?
Affordability: Paving the Way for Inclusivity
The paradox of innovation lies in making it accessible to all. Affordability has been a stumbling block, but strides are being made. From 3D-printed prosthetics that reduce production costs to initiatives that aim to make prosthetic solutions available in resource-challenged areas, the focus is on paving the way for inclusivity.
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Conclusion: Writing New Chapters in the Book of Resilience
In the grand tapestry of human resilience, prosthetics are not just tools; they are chapters written by individuals refusing to be defined by limitations. As we navigate this landscape of innovation, consider this – how can a prosthetic limb be more than a replacement? It's a testament to the triumph of the human spirit, a canvas where stories of resilience and determination unfold.
Joining the Symphony: Your Step towards Empowerment
So, dear reader, as we unravel the marvels of prosthesis, ask yourself – what does it mean to truly embrace resilience? The answer lies in the dance of innovation and human spirit, in a prosthetic limb that doesn't just replace but amplifies life. Are you ready to join the symphony of empowerment and redefine what it means to stand tall? The stage is set, and the dance begins with your step.
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arrhakis · 5 months
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AI Future Worlds Oracle Series - Yellow Blue Goddesses - Zhea - Xanthea Azure by Daniel Arrhakis (2023)
Since the time when Artificial Intelligence emerged, fears have grown among humanity about whether it could supplant man himself and radically transform society.
Despite all governmental and planetary regulations, its development became uncontrollable from the moment large multinational companies became omnipotent.
One of the series that became the most controversial, Oracle, was developed by one of the most influential and powerful Tycoons and consisted of the integration of hybrid quantum computing systems with the power of artificial intelligence associated with bionic robotic models.
If the use of these technologies in War was already controversial, the Oracle series proved to be even more dangerous, as these supposed Intelligent Artificial Goddesses could predict future events, the possibilities of revolutions or even political transformations within society itself.
But if this seemed like it could be an added value, over time it was realized that they ended up dictating their own future events, which led to suspicions that after all, it was the big companies that were directing the future of governments and their own people, as in fact always they had done so.
But worse, the direction seemed to be heading in the direction in which the majority of human society would truly be expendable in the hands of a powerful and untouchable elite.
After major protests and regulations worldwide, the Oracle series was discontinued, until it was eventually terminated.
Some of those models produced in that era became the object of great demand by museums and private collectors and they are the subject of these series that I present to you now.
As for the Oracle series, it continued to be produced in secret by large multinationals and secret government programs, but that's another story...
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A new Series "Ai - Future Worlds" created by Daniel Arrhakis with a Futuristic Surrealistic Sci-Fi intriguing mood based in the role of Artificial Intelligence in our future society.
(via AI Future Worlds Oracle Series - Yellow Blue Goddesses - Z… | Flickr)
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taoyuanus · 8 months
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Key special support, technology research and development breakthrough
AlN substrate and epitaxial technology-related major national special projects started On April 6, 2023, the national key research and development plan "new display and strategic electronic materials" special project - "AlN single crystal substrate preparation and homoepitaxial key technology (common key technology category)" project kick-off meeting was held at Peking University Zhongguan New Park was held. This major project was supported by the Ministry of Science and Technology of the People's Republic of China in November 2022. With Peking University as the lead unit, Aojin Optoelectronics Technology (Hangzhou) Co., Ltd., the 46th Research Institute of China Electronics Technology Group Corporation, Suzhou Nanotechnology of the Chinese Academy of Sciences With the Institute of Nano-bionics, the Institute of Semiconductors of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the Institute of Physics of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, Beijing Sinoma Artificial Crystal Research Institute Co., Ltd., Shenzhen University, Beijing's third-generation semiconductor industry technology innovation strategic alliance, Suzhou Zican Technology Co., Ltd., etc. 9 In order to meet the needs of high power density devices for AlN substrates and homoepitaxial growth technology, research on large-size, high-quality AlN single crystal substrates and template material growth technologies and homoepitaxial growth technologies.
Austrend Optoelectronics launched AlN single crystal substrate with ultra-high transmittance Aotrend Optoelectronics announced the launch of a new generation of AlN single crystal substrates with high transmittance for deep ultraviolet optoelectronic devices. According to the third-party test results, the products launched by Austrend Optoelectronics have good high light transmittance in the 220-240nm band, which can effectively solve the problems of high dislocation density, difficult preparation, short service life and optical power of far-ultraviolet optoelectronic devices. Inferior question.
High-quality and high-efficiency AlGaN prepared by the Institute of Semiconductors, Guangdong Academy of Sciences The advanced materials platform of the Institute of Semiconductors, Guangdong Academy of Sciences has developed ultraviolet LEDs from two aspects: material growth and device design, and successfully prepared high-quality AlGaN materials and AlGaN quantum wells with high internal quantum efficiency by using MOCVD fine growth mode control technology. At the same time, the researchers introduced the multi-alloy p-AlInGaN/AlGaN short-period superlattice material (SPSL) into the electron blocking layer (EBL) structure of AlGaN-based ultraviolet LEDs by using polarization field regulation technology and energy band engineering, and successfully developed Ultraviolet LED devices with high internal quantum efficiency. The results show that SPSL-EBL can improve the carrier transport characteristics of ultraviolet LED devices, reduce the turn-on voltage of the device, and make the luminous efficiency of ultraviolet LED devices with a light emitting wavelength of 368nm increase by 101.6% compared with the traditional structure. The research and development of the all-solid-state ultraviolet light source has opened up a new path.
Japanese research institute develops single-core 500mW UVC LED for optical wireless communication A research team led by Inoue Shinichiro, Japan's National Institute of Information and Communication Technology, has developed a single-core 500mW deep ultraviolet LED for optical wireless communication. During the experiment, the research team found that the attenuation rate of deep ultraviolet light through the scattering process in the non-line-of-sight environment is extremely high relative to the transmission distance, and the intensity of the signal light becomes very weak before it arrives. In order to use deep ultraviolet LEDs to realize daytime and outdoor non-line-of-sight optical wireless communication, increase communication speed, and extend transmission distance, the research team tried to develop high-power deep ultraviolet LEDs, high-intensity single-chip deep ultraviolet with an emission wavelength of 265nm and a light output of 500mW The LED, at room temperature operation and 2A injection current, has a light output of about 550mW, and was successfully developed and announced in March 2022.
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