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artificial-transmutations · 5 months

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Utopia

The sun was beaming down mercilessly on Trax as he climbed up the dusty rocks of the badlands. It didn't help much that his clothing was torn to rugs after the long journey or that his hands were calloused from the countless hours of climbing and shoving rocks and dirt. Still, the muscular and rugged man did not stop and climbed on, determined to reach the top of the hill. He didn't have too much choice. His water canteen was almost empty, only holding enough liquid for another half a day of hiking.

Trax stopped for a moment to wipe his brow and dry his hands on the very few scraps of clothing that were left from his shirt. Trax tried to control his breathing. His friends would surely have called him crazy, going into the badlands like this: Without preparation, without equipment and alone. Perhaps one or two of them would even have insisted on coming with him, to make sure he wasn't just throwing his life away. His friends really were awesome guys, Trax thought before correcting himself. No, that wasn't right. His friends had been awesome guys. Past tense. Another twinge of sadness darkened Trax' already bad mood. Truth be told, if his friends would still be around, he wouldn't even have considered taking on this crazy journey. But that was in the past. When the raiders on their bikes and trucks attacked Trax' settlement, many of the men, including every damn single one of his friends had been massacred. It had been a blood bath and Trax had only survived because he was out at the time, scavenging the industrial ruins nearby for supplies.

Having been born after the calamity and the subsequent wars, Trax knew fair well that surviving in the central European wasteland was difficult under the best circumstances. Having been heavily decimated by raiders, however, with most of the men dead it was nearly impossible. Most women and children had decided to leave, hoping to find a new place to settle or perhaps to find another settlement, where they might have a chance at a normal life. Not so Trax. Pretty much everyone had heard the story of Utopia. Utopia, the city of legends. Utopia, the safe haven. Grasping at straws, he set out for the badlands, in search of the mythical place.

Sighing, Trax got back to climbing, scaling the rest of the hill a bit more energetic now. After another half an hour, he finally reached the top of the hill, only to be rewarded with a wide view over a valley between the barren mountains. More importantly, though, Trax could hardly believe his eyes. Taking most of the space of the valley was a glass dome surrounded by a massive concrete and metal wall. Under the pristine glass that was reflecting the sunlight like a jewel, Trax could see a city. Not any city, mind you! Trax could see the green of trees and bushes between the high-rising spires, and the glittering of running water. He was able to make out some slight movement under the dome, probably from vehicles or even flying cars, and the air itself had a clean shimmer, almost like he imagined it when he heard the stories as a child.

Trax was mesmerized by the view, but at the same time, he didn't quite believe what he was seeing. He had really done it. He had reached the city of Utopia!

As fast as he could without breaking his legs, Trax scrambled down the hill and towards the impressive fortification. With each step, another thought became more and more prevalent. He had been so focused on finding the city that he had not yet thought of how to get in. From what he knew from the stories, Utopia had been a project of corporations and remnants of governments alike. A safe haven in the post-apocalyptic hellscape the continent had become. Of course, even though there were considerably less people than before the calamity, a single city would never be enough to house all survivors. So, the corporations chose a simple, yet proven concept of controlling who could get in: You had to pay for entry. It was ridiculously expensive, an amount of money Trax could not possibly earn in a hundred lifetimes. Enough to buy a bunch of settlements the size Trax' old home was. Of course, in the settlements, slums really, money didn't have too much meaning anymore. It was used for trading with other settlements, but apart from that, the concept of wealth had mainly meaning in the remains of the big cities. Even there, only a very elite few had been able to buy themselves entry into Utopia.

And now that *he* was here, standing in front of the massive concrete walls, it seemed like a stupid idea anyway. Who was he, a nobody, a mere scavenger, to try and demand entry to the city of dreams?

Well, he had to try. The gate in the concrete wall was massive. At least 20 meters tall and made of sturdy metal. Nobody was there, no guard or anyone really, which was not too surprising: Trax could hardly imagine anyone wanting to stand guard here, in the middle of nowhere, in the searing heat. Inside the huge gate was a smaller door, made from the same sturdy metal, with a computer console next to it. When Trax stepped closer, the terminal lit up. Trax was able to read, a skill that was sometimes necessary when scavenging the industrial ruins. However, he didn't have too much practice, so it took him a moment to decipher the three words on the surprisingly clean display: "Enter Entry Ticket".

Trax cursed. There was nothing else to be read, and even if there were, he would not have had any clue as to what he was supposed to do. He banged his fist against the door, and the sound reverberated off the nearby hills. However, there was no answer. Apparently, the entry in the city was fully automated and without an expensive ticket, there was no way to get in. Climbing up the concrete walls was pretty much impossible, and even if he managed to, he would only stand in front of the mighty glass dome.

Defeated, Trax slumped against the wall. It didn't make sense. He had made it all this way, had seen the city, had touched the very walls and yet, the city was still not within reach.

That's when he noticed another path, almost invisible under layers of dust and dirt. The main gate was well maintained and cleaned, but this path, going along the wall, had clearly not been used in decades. Perhaps there was still a chance to get into the city after all.

Trax followed the path for a few dozen meters before he noticed a faded writing on the concrete. The yellow paint was huge but aged and showed an arrow to the left. Under the arrow, Trax could read the words: "Lottery Winners, This Way".

Lottery winners. Something stirred in Trax' memory. Lottery. Yes, he remembered that part of the story. Of course, after announcing that only the richest of the rich were granted access to the city of dreams, there had been an outrage. Following that, and to soothe the masses, there had been a huge lottery where one thousand souls from all over the country were able to win a place in the city. It was said that whoever won the lottery left for Utopia and never came back - understandably so.

Apparently, the way he was following now was meant for the lottery winners. Trax felt a twinge of hope. Perhaps there was yet another way of getting into the city. It was a faint chance, but it was a chance.

Trax followed the path that was winding around the big walls until it ended in an archway that led down into the foundation of the concrete structure. It was a gaping black hole in the light concrete, but, and that was both surprising and like a miracle to Trax, not barred by a door.

He carefully entered the archway and waited for his vision to adopt to his now darker surroundings. There was enough sunlight coming in through the entry to discern that he was now standing in a long, concrete corridor, tilted a little bit downwards. Trax could vividly imagine a thousand people standing in queue in the broad corridor, but now his steps echoed from the blank wall. After a little while, electric lights flickered to live as he was nearing a fork in the corridor. It split into two, left and right, where the left was adorned with a black figure wearing a skirt, while the right one showed a similar figure wearing pants. The universal signs for male and female, as they were found on old restrooms as well. Without thinking too much about it, Trax turned right and went down the "male" path. After only a few more steps, he passed a heavy metal door, which stood widely into a medium sized room.

The room wasn't well maintained, but it was clear that this was a part of the technological marvels that kept the city running. It was crammed with pipes and cables, tubes and huge towers of technology that Trax couldn't really place. However, everything in here seemed dormant. There were no blinking lights, no beeping sounds or sound of liquids running through the pipes. Dormant, with one exception. In the center of the room, there stood a huge block of machinery, with two notable features. The first was a large screen at about eye level that was dark. The second thing was a hole in the block with a diameter of about 5-6 centimeters in diameter 80 centimeters above the ground, surrounded by a blue plastic ring. This ring was lit by some internal light source and was blinking slowly, as if it was breathing. Curiously, Trax stepped closer.

As he approached the block, two things happened at once. With a faint whirring sound, the machinery in front of him came alive and the display lit up. At the same time, a loud bang sounded from the entrance and the heavy door slammed shut, closing Trax in.

Trax could feel panic rising up but fought it down again quickly. Whatever was happening here was just standard procedure for the lottery winners. There was probably nothing to worry about. Instead, he looked at the screen. In big white flickering letters on green background, it read:

"Welcome Lottery Winner! Please enjoy yourself!"

Trax couldn't make sense of the message, so he took another look around the room. There was another, considerably larger door on the other side of the room, but it was closed shut as well, with no discernable way of opening it. While the room was crammed with technology, the only active thing Trax could see was the central block with the hole and the screen. "Please enjoy yourself!". What was that supposed to mean?

Trax cocked his head and took another long look at the block. The only other notable feature was the hole surrounded by the blue ring, about one leg length from the ground. Trax squatted down and took a closer look at it. The blue ring was still blinking, the hole itself was dark. When Trax looked into it, he could only see blackness. Carefully, he felt it with his finger and was surprised to find a smooth malleable surface that quickly warmed to the touch, not unlike silicon. When he extended his index finger deeper into the hole, he could feel the walls of the hole suddenly starting to move in a slow, wave-like motion.

Trax quickly withdrew his finger and the motion stopped. He cocked his head again. That surely couldn't be right. "Please enjoy yourself!". It couldn't possibly mean...

On the other hand, there were a lot of indicators. The hole in the block was at exactly the right height and had the right diameter. The message could very well be interpreted that way. This was a room designated for male lottery winners. And the doors closed, allowing for some privacy. Trax shook his head. This was crazy. What possible reason could there be that the designers of the city wanted the lottery winners to... jerk off before entering the city?

On the other hand, perhaps it wasn't even too stupid. Getting your rocks off, possibly after a long journey would help the newcomers to relax and see things calmer and more rational. It was unusual, sure, but possibly not a bad idea.

"Enjoy yourself!" the message still read.

"Fine!" Trax said. "If that's what you want, let's do this!"

He undid his belt, pulled his torn trousers and even more threadbare underwear down, and grabbed his soft dick. With a few quick strokes, he got it first half-hard, and then, when he was rigid enough, he directed his cock to the waiting hole. It wasn't too difficult to get hard to be honest. Trax hadn't had time to jerk off since the attack on his settlement, and now that he was finally safe and relaxed, he was able to unwind a little bit. He could feel his blood rushing down, and his dick got stiffer and harder, until the head of his dick was throbbing and ready to enter the tight hole.

Trax was panting and gasping as he shoved his dick forward, penetrating the warm, slick tunnel. He couldn't believe how good this felt. The hole was so soft and malleable and so very tight! Immediately, the movements started again, and Trax moaned with delight as his dick was surrounded by waves of pulsing, squeezing pressure. His cock was swallowed whole and pressed on the tight tube as if it wanted to milk his dick. Trax gasped again. There was absolutely no doubt that this device was meant for exactly this purpose. He stepped even closer to the block, until his shaft was buried in the masturbation aid to the hilt. Slowly, he pulled his dick back, feeling every inch of the wet, warm and tight sleeve until the head was resting against the entrance. Then, with a grunt, he shoved it back, making the machine squeal and his body shudder with the intense sensation.

This time, there was another whirring sound inside the machine, and the hole became a lot tighter as a strong suction became active around his cock.

"Fuuuuck..." Trax groaned. His legs were shaking as his shaft was being sucked on with incredible strength. This was so much better than jerking off! He tried to pull back to thrust his cock back in with force but found himself unable to. The suction was so strong that it just didn't allow any movement of his dick. So, all he could do was to stand there, trembling as the machine was milking his cock. He used both his hands to grab onto the machine block in order not to be too overwhelmed. Trax was so enthralled by the experience that he didn't notice the technology in the room turned itself on one by one. Before long, Trax was surrounded by whirring, squealing and clicking noises from all directions.

However, Trax did notice when both of his wrist where suddenly grabbed by cold metal grabs and jerked apart until his arms were forcefully extended left and right of his body. He tried to pull free, but the machine held him firmly. A second later, a metal strap shot out of the block, and forced his legs apart until his whole body was spread-eagled. Then, with a clang, the two straps were bolted to the floor.

Trax was unable to move, except for his hips, which were still being pleasured by the amazingly tight machine sleeve. Was this some kind of intruder detection? Still, the machine pleasuring his cock felt incredible and hadn't it been for the sudden attack of the machinery, he would already be close to cumming. Right now, however, Trax was looking left and right to the strong metal arms holding his wrists in place in increasing confusion and panic.

Then, something new happened. Accompanied by a mechanical whirr, Trax felt a prodding sensation at his exposed ass. Then, without much more of a warning, a silicon replica of a large cock rammed itself into his ass. Trax had secretly always fantasized about being intimate with another man, and, more importantly, to be fucked by another man, but he didn't expect to experience this sensation for the first time here, in all places. He didn't even have the chance to prepare himself, to stretch himself open. The cock, that was clearly made out of the same material as the masturbation aid, was thick and hard and the sudden penetration took his breath away and made him moan both from pain, surprise and pleasure.

The dildo was moving back and forth in a rhythmic pace, slowly, but with a steady mechanical strength. Despite the helpless situation, Trax felt he was in, the combined sensations were too much to bear. With a cry, he came, hard, into the machine, injecting spurt after spurt of his cum into the mechanism.

At the same time, he felt the dildo in his ass release a thick liquid into his intestines as well, leading to a strangely full feeling in his behind.

Trax' faint hope that now the machine would surely release him, however, quickly vanished. After his dick had spent the last drops of his load into the machine, the machine began to move alongside his dick again, the movements now accompanied by the slick feeling of his own sperm in the device. A moment later, the rhythmic fucking of his ass began anew. There was one change to before, though: The screen in front of him no longer showed the "Enjoy yourself" message but instead flickered with lightning fast strings of zeros and ones, each one displaying for little more than a millisecond.

Trax felt the strangest sensation as the dildo continued to fuck his ass. The semen, or whatever the machine was pumping into his bowels, was now acting as a lubricant and his ass was being fucked in the most pleasant way. At the same time, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body. He watched in amazement as all the little dark hairs on his body one after another fell to the ground like specks of dust. Trax had barely time to notice, though, as another grab from behind fixated his head to the screen in front of him.

Still, the strange sensation didn't stop there. Trax couldn't see it because he was unable to turn his head now, but he could almost feel his skin turning an unnatural gray - no, silver color. At the same time, his skin became harder and colder.

Trax groaned as his body suddenly expanded. He had been a fit, lean man, but now, his body changed so quickly it was almost like magic, accompanied by a churning feeling from within him. Again, he came, and again, more thick liquid was deposited into him as well, just as his bod became more and more bulky.

Trax' head was swimming. Somehow, the strings of binary numbers almost made sense to him. It was clear that something was planted into his brain, but he couldn't make sense of what exactly it was. However, there was one thing he could make sense of.

Trax had to serve Utopia. The thought appeared so quickly and so forcefully Trax couldn't help but say it out loud: "Serve... Utopia". What was going on?

He didn't have time to think about it further as his body expanded even more. His cock was still being squeezed and the dildo was still fucking him, and his muscles were burning from the constant strain, but the tingling sensation had not yet stopped. The skin on his arms and legs split open at the joints now. Around the parts that didn't need to move, cold and rigid metal plates formed now, while the joints were becoming flexible plastic. Trax could almost *feel* his bones become metal and his muscles being replaced by powerful servo motors. His chest had barreled out and the skin became a large metal casing. Inside, a whirring and clacking noise took place, before several valves formed at the side of his torso, leading to an internal oil tank.

Trax was acutely aware of all of that, but he couldn't react to it. His eyes were glued to the screen and with every passing number, Trax felt his own will being pushed away, replaced by a cold calculating logic, primed at a single motive.

"Serve Utopia", Trax said again and this time, his voice sounded different, almost artificial. The old Trax was still there of course - even as his head turned into the cold metal skull and his face was replaced by a red visor containing his sensory equipment, Trax original personality was perfectly preserved. He just couldn't help it. He had lost all control over his body, his voice and even his thoughts. He was being converted and there was nothing he could do. One last spurt of cum, the last remains of his human nature left his cock just before it turned into a set of tubes and electric connectors. The connector in his rear port deposited a last portion of nanobots and withdrew from the port after that. With that, the restraints holding his arms and legs released him at once. Unlike his flesh body from before however, Trax' new metal body didn't slump in on itself but stood unmoved due to its strong internal structure.

Trax wanted to turn around, to run away, but his body wouldn't obey his commands. Instead, another clear, pristine thought formed in his mind. "Connecting", Trax said in his new, mechanical voice.

Then, all of a sudden, his mind exploded and expanded. He was now *connected* to the city, to Utopia. Even more so, he was becoming a *part* of Utopia, one mechanical drone to serve the wealthy inhabitants of the city.

"Receiving new designation.... TRX-1001".

TRX-1001 quietly observed as the doors to the room sprung open. It withdrew its frontal groin connector from the conversion unit and stomped towards its assigned maintenance task.

As TRX-1001 entered the city of Utopia, Trax, who was still inside, was overcome by mixed feelings. He had really done it. He had reached the city of dreams. He had even become somewhat immortal, but at what cost. He had been reduced to little more than a subroutine in one of the thousand and one autonomous drones serving the city, toiling away day after day.

#male transformation #inanimate transformation

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petday · 1 year

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Hello i love your art a lot..:) Do you like to listen to music while you draw and if you do whatve you been listening to?

I like 90s and early 2000s video game/computer game music... Some examples below:

Sion II: The First Attack - Legend

R4 / Ridge Racer Type 4 - Move Me

Souhou Blue Phoenix - Stage 1 and 3

Kurutta Kajitsu - Opening

Yuu Yuu Hakusho: Makyou Toitsusen - I'll Introduce

Persona 2: Innocent Sin - Main Theme B

Grounseed - Shop Demo

The Scheme - A Leaden Sky

Dragon Master Silk II - SLKMSC01

Metal Head - Final Boss

Thunder Force II - an irrevocable dream

The Adventures of Hourai High - Boss Battle

The Adventures of Hourai High - Dungeon

Super Bomberman 3 - Stage 2

Lagoon (Sharp x68000) soundtrack

I also like 90s and early 2000s electronic music (dance, house, jungle, rave, drum and bass…) Some examples:

Nookie (Windy Milla) - Ruff & Massive

Nino - The Gun (I See It Around Me)

Manix - Special Request (Hero Remix)

SL2 - Way in my Brain (No Coke Mix)

Brisk and Fade - Radio Rockin (Original Mix)

TC Crew - Once Bitten (Once Instrumental)

Mix Race - The Future Is Before Your Eyes (And The Scratch From The Man Trax)

Blame - Music Takes You (Original Version)

MC Jay J (SL2) & DJ Devious D - Time Of Our Lives

Foul Play - Open Your Mind

Two-Mix - La Vie En Rose

Peshay - Piano Tune

Acen - Trip II the Moon (Part 2)

Livin Joy - Dreamer

Dextrous & H-Pee - Hot Flame

Bizarre Inc - Playing With Knives

Artemis - Elysian Fields

The Astro Trax Team - The Energy (Feel The Vibe)

Indo‎ - R U Sleeping (Todd Edwards Mix)

Atmosphere Chapter 2 - Deeper Drum And Bass

Vibes @ Helter Skelter - A Sign Of The Times (4th May 1997)

#long post #music

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suppenzeit · 4 months

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greaseball: attacking other racers

electra: also attacking other racers

cb: crashing rusty

the trax:

#video #stex #starlight express #listen i know that this format fits some others but the trax are funniest to me #they literally just vibe the whole time no worries no thoughts

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peterkothe · 5 months

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🦾DINOSAUR WAR IZENBORG! 🦖

My spin on one of the most unique Japanese tokusatsu shows you may never have heard of!

Filmed in a combo of live action and 2D animation, the show has a unique look that makes it a kind of anime counterpart to Thunderbirds vibe!

-The series follows the adventures of cyborg siblings Ai and Zen and their teammates of D-Force, who, using their advanced transforming vehicle, Izenborg, fight an invasion of the surface by intelligent giant dinosaurs and kaiju from the hollow earth! However, when the situation gets bad, Ai and Zen utilize their unique cybernetic enhancements and powers to enhance their vehicle into an big flying drill ship, and if things get really bad, they use a fusion power to become the giant robotic hero: Izenbo, to fight giant reptiles one-one-one!

I’ve only gotten to see a little of this series via clips and the American edited movie version: Attack of the Super Monsters (which Riff Trax did a great episode of) , While the show and its animation is definitely rough at times, Izenborg has lots of fun elements and interesting concepts, really unique look with its 2D meets live action look! I hope someday it gets brought over here in full!

#my art #artists on tumblr #art #procreate app #fan art #apple pencil #illustration #tokusatsu #dinosaur war izenborg #izenborg #giant robots #dinosaurs #kaiju #super heroes #japanese superheroes #fun #iPad pro #70s tokusatsu

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allthenamesweretakensoichosethis · 20 days

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So if extraction get an update(which I doubt will ever happen) I’ve been thinking of ideas on what operators could be proteans. Gameplay why of course. And I’ve found that our 5 proteans all are just improved versions of the enemies in game(Sledge-smasher, Finka-apex, vigil-lurker, etc) so to make a new boss would require a playable operator that shares similar abilities with a enemy so I give you 3 different operators that could theoretically be turned into bosses with this philosophy

1. Fuze-Breacher

Fuze’s cluster charges give off the most destructive effect in terms of explosives and area denial. Bleachers are one of 3 enemies that can break though reinforced walls but the red variant it’s certainly the most ‘explosive’ as they self destruct on you or when the large bulb on their back is shot. So a fuze boss would consist of of a shotgun and trying to run up to you and blow up in you face dealing loads of damage. The 2nd phase would add explosive projectiles that would be homing(similar to a tormentor’s charged attack) and phase through objects utilizing hitting an operator, a reinforced wall or being shot at in where it explodes where it’s shot, and when hitting a reinforced wall a hole would appear in the wall similar to a hard breach charge in r6s. The trick would to be using your reinforcements strategically to avoid those homing explosives and keep your distance from the boss while firing.

Extra notes: hibana would also be a good choice for being the boss as well

2. Gridlock-Rooter

Gridlock’s trax stingers are a throwable gadget that slows and damages enemies but takes time to activate and rooters are an enemy that attacks using spikes coming from the ground that immobilizes the target caught in its attack. So an enemy who can immobilize you then follow up by shooting you would make a terrifying boss fight(at least the first time you fight it) this boss would fire a lurker attack when it spots you trapping you in the spikes then attempts to fire at their traps target. It’s enhanced form would have lurker attacks start at this proteans feet and slowly spread out to where they attempt to find ‘prey’. Using smokes to block lines of sights from gridlock an attacking from behind from its front face carapace would be the optimal strategy and this would great for a glaz/warden type operator to see through smokes.

Extra notes: capitiao and nomad would be good choices to be the boss instead

3. Ela-Sower

So this last one’s a bit of a stretch but the sower deserves more attention than being a glorified bullet mag.

Ela’s grizmot mines that stun enemies is what I consider the closest gadget to the sowers mines that flash you. This boss would definitely be the most annoying to fight as it will always try to run away to set its blinding mines and claymores(it would do about 25-50 damage and can down) only in its 3rd phase would it actually engage with the scorpion smg as it sets the blinding mines automatically. Having someone on mine clearing duty while the other 2 chance ela down would be the best strategy.

Extra notes: Iq and Zofia would be considered good operators to chose to beat this boss

Other ideas I have are Tachanka-spiker and doc-feral grunt/revived archaeans. But feel free to add feedback and ideas on what kind of proteans you’d like to see in extraction!

#r6s #rainbow 6 extraction #shitpost #r6e proteans #r6 fuze #r6 gridlock #r6 ela #rainbow six siege #rainbow six extraction #r6s fuze #r6s gridlock #r6s ela #edit: spelling take 5

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girlbosscannibalism · 8 months

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tvxq with jay (trax)

#trax #jay #tvxq #the trax #trax band #jay trax #typhoon jay #tvxq yunho #tvxq changmin #sm entertainment #typhoon of the rose attack on x mas

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xxcyberus666xx · 4 months

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Shark Attack [2010] fighters Mischief, Mayhem, and Fracas

#vidoe games #Shark Attack #PSURG #SqueedgeMonster #lapfox trax #shoot em up #.img

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freedom-barricades-bighero16 · 15 days

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Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨

Thanks Trax!

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byberbunk2069 · 8 months

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Retro Trax for the Modern Edgerunner

24.2 Hack the Planet was originally gonna be three seperate radio stations: one for the Strange Days soundtrack (named after Retinal Fetish, the nightclub featured in the movie), one for the Hackers soundtrack, and the last being a rework of my first radioext station, 24.2 Rhythm of Time (a primarily EBM/Industrial station with some death rock/goth and post-punk).

I decided I couldn't be bothered working on three different stations so 24.2 Hack the Planet came to be with 50 tracks including a few from Strange Days and Hackers and some from the Matrix, Johnny Mnemonic, Hardware, and RoboCop.

I might update it a little later after Update 2.0 to include more tracks, Dr. Paradox segments, and ads from RoboCop and RoboCop 2

Playlist below

Strange Days Skunk Anansie - Selling Jesus Skunk Anansie - Feed Lords of Acid - The Real Thing Tricky - Overcome Strange Fruit - No White Clouds Juliette Lewis - Hardly Wait Me Phi Me - HereWEcome Prong - Strange Days Lori Carson & Graeme Revell - Fall In The Light Hackers Orbital - Halcyon & On & On Underworld - Cowgirl The Prodigy - Voodoo People Stereo MC's - Connected The Prodigy - One Love Kruder & Dorfmeister - Original Bedroom Rockers Squeeze - Heaven Knows Massive Attack - Protection Guy Pratt - One Combination Simon Boswell - Diskette Simon Boswell - Cereal's Speech Simon Boswell - Kernel

Johnny Mnemonic Orbital - Sad But True God Lives Underwater - No More Love Stabbing Westward - Nothing

Hardware Ministry - Stigmata Public Image Ltd. - The Order of Death The Matrix Massive Attack - Dissolved Girl Rob Zombie - Dragula The Prodigy - Mindfields

RoboCop PTP - Show Me Your Spine

The rest... Massive Attack - Teardrop Massive Attack - Risingson Pigface - Hips, Tits, Lips, Power! Pigface - Tapeworm Skinny Puppy - Last Call Skinny Puppy - Dead Lines Skinny Puppy - Hardset Head Skinny Puppy - Convulsion NIN - Head Like A Hole Ministry - Thieves Ministry - Just One Fix Front Line Assembly - Paralyzed Front Line Assembly - Resist Front 242 - Rhythm of Time Front 242 - Headhunter Front 242 - WYHIWYG/U-Men (Live 1989) The Prodigy - Poison GWAR - America Must Be Destroyed GWAR - Jack the World Mussolini Headkick - Your God Is Dead

#Cyberpunk 2077 #RadioEXT #Cyberpunk 2077 modding

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waterstar2016 · 2 years

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Smooth Criminals - Chapter 8

Immogene watched the large terrapin leave their apartments out of the corner of her eye. He turned back towards her just before he closed the door and smirked. She felt her cheeks warm which made her eyebrows furrow. Why should she blush? Because he caught her looking at him? He closed the door on a chuckle. Cocky bastard.

She sighed loudly. She had been looking at him more, of course trying to be unobtrusive, but not always successful. The male was so different from her husband. Each day his actions showed that he wanted an equal partner in leading The Foot. Even more surprising was how he seemed to want individuals to hold her in regard, but with a healthy dose of respect of what she was capable of.

The Foot were starting to treat her differently. Of course there were some that were quietly or more vocal about the changes, but the turtle was making it clear this was the way it was going to be. Often, if she was disrespected, whether through a passive aggressive comment or an outright confrontation, the male let her handle the situation. On some occasions she would hear a rumble of approval when the shit disturber was put in his place by her tongue. He was amused by her. She was well aware of this, but there wasn’t any negative connotations associated with the feeling.

“Mistress Immogene are you ready to go to your studio?” The wolf mutant had poked his head into the room. “If so, Shouto is on his way and we shall be able to leave shortly.” The Foot had gone to receive a package on her behalf. Everything that was brought to her was inspected before she was able to accept it.

She gave him a nod and started gathering the folder with her most recent sketches within. There had been a change in her guard. After meeting Gabriella, Trax had approached both Raphael and her and asked to be the smaller woman’s personal guard. His reasoning had put a look of understanding in the turtle’s eyes that made her look at him. The triceratops said that the smaller female reminded him of his younger sister who had been killed in an attack a few years ago. He’d then recommended Shouto as his replacement. She had observed the Brutes reaction to that particular request. The terrapin had started pacing while he was thinking it over. He’d looked to her and she felt confident enough to give him a nod, showing him she was fine with what Trax had suggested. Raph looked to her before giving his consent. Later, he’d told her that when he was younger, Shouto had been one of The Foot that he’d encountered many times. It was only when he got older that he realized he had a healthy respect for the man. He was one of The Foot that actually seemed to follow the old code of Bushido. Shouto had been sworn in the next day and the relationship seemed to be working out.

“Good morning gentleman.” Both males gave her a salute and they began their way to her studio.

When they were approaching her the door Fang suddenly stopped. Immogene looked at him questioningly and the wolf made a signal for both her and Shouto. He wanted them on guard. She slowly walked to the door that led into her space and opened it.

“Immogene! Get in the studio now and close the door!” She scrambled to obey and just as she was closing the door she saw Akito drop from somewhere above. The ring of steel blades could be heard through the wood. There was nothing she could do. Maybe when her and Gabriella went on their shopping trip she could look into getting a dagger put into the bodice of her corsets. God knew she had enough cleavage to support a long enough blade. Immogene hated feeling helpless. With Raphael, the feeling was starting to dissipate. She was also gaining the desire to be able to do something about it. A deep and sinister chuckle sounded from the back of the room and it made her blood run cold. “Slash!”

Fang ducked and felt the blade shave a bit of the fur off the top of his head. His eyes widened when he heard his charge yell out the name of the more than insane swamp turtle. Shouto swore under his breath and tried to get past Akito’s guard. The man was in front of the door and had no intention of letting them past. He only needed to hold them off for a few minutes. That would be enough time for the beast to take care of the woman. “That’s right. She’s dead.” He chuckled while fending off the attacks from both of the males. “You see, Slash has been quite lonely in the holding cells. Well, other than the occasional treats I’ve been able to get in for him.”

Shouto shouted. “Go and get Master Raphael now! I will take care of Akito!” His eyes narrowed. “This is personal.” Fang paused for only a moment and then on a growl ran as fast as he could.

Immogene’s eyes frantically searched the room for any kind of a weapon. The swamp turtle mutant was stalking her slowly. Her stomach twisted at seeing the madness in his eyes.

“I got something real special planned for you.” He turned his body sideways so she could see his spikes were now tipped with steel that had been filed to a deadly point. “How about a piggy back ride? The more I bounce around, the more you get stuck.” He laughed over his own words.

She managed to maneuver herself over to her easel. Stopping in front of it, she palmed a paintbrush in one hand and a glass bottle of turpentine in the other. It was all she had. If she swung the easel at him it would only break against his plastron or shell with no damage done.

“What are you gonna do? Paint me to death?” The turtle laughed and it sent a violent chill down her spine. The beast took a deep breath. “Ahhh, I love the smell of fear before a meal. It sure builds my appetite!”

Seeing him lower his massive spiny head she waited until the last second before rolling away. The moment caused her pencil skirt to rip. She ignored it. Besides it made it easier for her to move.

Slash eyed the creamy thigh. “You have a lot of meat on those legs of yours. Sure, there’s some tough muscle but there’s also a layer of nice juicy fat over it. I like it. Makes the flesh more juicy.” A string of drool dripped from the corner of the turtle’s lips making her pale and her stomach roll with queasiness. She’d never seen the grisly aftermath of his torture, only heard rumours that he enjoyed dining on his kills. “Cook you low and slow after I tenderize and marinate you in your own blood.”

Fear rippled through her over his words. There was something seriously wrong with this creature. Seeing her discomfiture the swamp turtle laughed.

He was toying with her. Playing with the fear of him that had been instilled within her from the day she arrived. She took a deep breath and inwardly focussed on slowing her heart rate. Her fear would get her killed. At the thought, an awareness grew within her and the colour of her eyes deepened. Oruko had trained her brutally, knowing she could never defeat him. The few times she’d tried, others had suffered. That threat had been effectively removed with her husbands death. The swamp turtle was going to die. She just had to be smart about it.

Raphael looked up from his desk when Fang came bursting into the room. “Attack! Immogene’s in trouble!” The wolf panted out the words.

The Brute said nothing and bolted out of the room in the direction that the wolf pointed.

Immogene dodged a swipe but the spiny flesh of the back of swamp turtle’s hand grazed her arm. She hissed at the sting but ignored the now dripping blood.

Slash bent down and swiped his finger over a drop of her blood. Lifting the digit to his lips his tongue licked out and wiped it clean. “Ripe for the eating.”

She took advantage of his gloating and ran at him. She slammed the bottle of turpentine on his head and the glass broke, the liquid spilling into the turtles eyes. He roared and she kicked off his front before his arms managed to grab her. His claws caught her side and she winced feeling a couple of them pierce her flesh.

The turtle wiped at his eyes trying to rub the chemical away. In doing so he only made it worse. “What’s the matter, Slash? Your meal have a bit more bite than you expected?” She readied herself for the charge that she knew would come.

Raphael turned the corner and saw Akito and Shouto head to head. Their katanas sliding against one another, both straining to push back the other. He put on another burst of speed.

Akito saw his death in those golden eyes, but it would be worth it.

The swamp turtle roared again and she resisted putting her hands over her ears. It was now or she was dead. He took one step and then another, his eyes half closed and leaking with tears. His vision was blurry, not only was there turpentine, but a few shards of glass had gotten into his eyes when he’d rubbed them. “Time to die, you worthless female!”

Immogene waited until his arm wrapped around her waist and he lifted her off her feet. She lifted her hand with the paintbrush and slammed it as hard as she could into the small earhole on the side of the turtles head.

Slash’s eyes went wide and all movement stopped. The sickly yellow orbs swivelled to her and a sardonic smile came over her face. “Oops.” His mouth opened like he was about to say something but it only opened and closed making her think of a goldfish. It was then the mutants legs collapsed and they both went down. A grunt of pain left her lips when they hit the floor and her injured arm connected with the marble. The turtle then rolled on top of her, pinning her to the ground.

The door slammed open and Raphael came in. There was rage burning in his eyes. His fist already covered in blood from demolishing Akito’s face. The man was still alive but out of his mind as he ran at seeing the spill of red mahogany hair from underneath the turtle.

“Immogene!” He roared and yanked the swamp turtle off of her like he was a rag doll. There was blood around her and he crouched down. A shocking feel of relief rolled through him when her green eyes opened. “There ya are.”

Gently he helped her stand, he tilted her chin making her look up at him. “Ya alright?”

She snorted. “Mostly…but he’s not.”

Raph tore his gaze away from her and looked at the body. How had she killed him? There was no weapons in the room. His eyes squinted seeing something sticking out of the swamp turtles ear. A loud rumbling laugh filled the room. “Ya took him out with a fuckin’…”, The Brute was laughing so hard he could barely speak. “ha! That’s rich!”

Shouto and Fang came into the room. They looked at each other and then at the couple standing in front of them. The body of the swamp turtle in a heap beside them. “Uh, boss?” Fang said with a confused tone.

Raphael didn’t look at his two Foot soldiers, but grinned down at the woman. Ever so gently he moved a curl away from her face. “Ya know, I’ve always considered myself…creative… when it came ta murder weapons, but she, she takes the fuckin’ cake. She used a fuckin’ paintbrush and made a kabob outta Slash’s fuckin’ brain!” He chuckled deeply again and surprising everyone including the woman and pressed his forehead against hers. “Cleva girl.”

Immogene looked into the golden eyes and gave the Brute of a terrapin a shock when a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. ‘Fuck, she’s gorgeous when she smiles.’

“Let’s get ya cleaned up, sweetheart.” He put his arm around her waist and they started walking out of the room. Later he would have to think how afraid he’d been when he heard that she was in trouble. Yes, he wanted a partner that was as strong as he was, but his fear suggested that maybe there was something else as well.

After Amber had helped her shower and get her wounds dressed she was brought to her dressing table. The woman picked up the brush and started working on her hair. “I can’t believe…well I can, but killing Slash with a paintbrush?”

A self satisfied smile formed on her lips when she looked at herself in the mirror. “I’m just glad he’s finally gone.”

Raphael was trying not to listen, but failing in not hearing the women’s conversation. He sipped his whiskey and walked back and fourth in front of his desk. Immogene was different, very different from any woman he’d met. Women to him were a passing distraction. He knew one day he would have to take a partner when he came back to New York and all he had been hoping for was someone that didn’t annoy him and had a modicum of intelligence. Faithfulness was not a requirement. But, she not only didn’t aggravate him, she made him laugh and most surprisingly of all, seemed to have a calming influence. He huffed a breath and shook his head.

He looked back over at the two woman and growled lowly in seeing the large bruising around Immogene’s shoulder. ‘A fuckin’ paintbrush.’ A smile formed on his lips. Yeah, she was somethin’ else. He’d already made the order to have the shell mounted in the main chambers with the paintbrush in a glass case below. Without really realizing what he was doing, he began walking over to the two.

Both women looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to say what was on his mind. Why else would he have come over?

“Amber, yer dismissed for the evening.” The brunette paused mid stroke. Raph sighed loudly, not in exasperation, but in wondering what he was doing.

Immogene gave him a long look before nodding to Amber. “It’s alright. I’ll ring for you if I need you.”

After she left Immogene looked at the brush and started to reach for it. Her hair was only half done. Shaking her head she met the Brute’s golden gaze. “I suppose you’re going to brush my hair now?” Her tone was exasperated, there was no way she actually expected him to help, she would just have to do the best she could. It was such a female thing, but if her hair wasn’t brushed through it would be a rats nest by morning.

Her eyes widened as the turtle picked up the brush and knelt behind her. “I call ya kitten, but this time I think the cat got yer tongue.”

She swallowed deeply and braced herself for the tugging that was surely to follow. Instead she found herself glancing back at him over her shoulder. His strokes were gentle. Her breath hitched a little when he grabbed a handful of her hair like he was going to put in a ponytail so that she would feel even less. “I suppose it did.”

Raphael chuckled and met her eyes in the mirror. “I don’t mind helpin’ ya, but I do have an anterior motive.”

Immogene’s eyes narrowed. “And that would be?” Her tone was a little sharp but she found herself more curious.

A smirk formed on the Brutes lips. “This lets me get close.” Keeping a hold of her eyes he moved in and leaned into her back. “Real close.”

Her heart started a tattoo that beat strongly in her chest. “Why, aren’t you close enough?”

The behemoth of a terrapin leaned in closer to her ear. In a slow and yet exaggerated motion he shook his head. “As for the why, I’m gonna show ya.” His golden eyes were molten in the light. The severity of what almost happened was bringing something out of him. He needed to be near her, to feel the vitality that made her up under his hands. He had to push her, just a little, give her a taste of what he could make her feel. He had told her he would make her crave him and he was going to start right fuckin’ now.

His set down the brush but didn’t stop working her hair, except now it was with his fingers. He moved some of her thick and still slightly damp tresses away from her neck and brushed his snout along the column. “Tha smell of ya.”

She shivered but not with fear. This was a feeling that was completely unfamiliar to her. “What about it?”

He grinned feeling the gooseflesh pebble on her neck. “It’s delectable. It makes me want to see if ya taste as good as yer scent.”

Immogene swallowed hard. “Why…would…you want to…taste me?”

A dark chuckle left his lips and he daringly swiped his tongue over the back of her shoulder blade. A small sound came out of her throat. “Oh because I want to. Ya see, I take great pleasure…nah, more like I get off on making a woman scream ma name. Ya have never felt what a man can make ya feel and I’m gonna give that ta ya first.”

Her eyes shot open at the pulse of feeling she felt below and she saw her now flushed cheeks in the mirror. “Raphael…I…”.

“Shh. Not tonight. Tonight, I’m givin’ you a taste before I taste you. Before I crawl in between your legs and fill my mouth with your pussy.”

He watched with dark amusement when he saw her nipple show through the silk of her nightgown. The robe she was wearing was open just enough for him to get a glimpse of that hard little peak. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

Her lips parted but she didn’t know what to say. She shifted on her stool and was surprised to feel a dampness that made her thighs slippery. What was this? Was something wrong with her?

Almost reading her thoughts and of course his mutant sense of smell picking up her scent he gently gripped her waist and started sliding his hand up. The other rested below the puncture wounds she’d received.

She watched almost mesmerized seeing the large hand move up higher and higher until it rested just below her breast. She sat still, waiting on bated breath for what he would do next.

He chuckled and it made her throb in a place she didn’t know she could throb in. Leaning in again he gently brushed his thumb along the side of her generous globe of flesh. Immogene jumped a little in her chair and then he moved away and stood.

Only by the control that he gained by his training had he managed not to let his cock descend. She wasn’t ready to see that yet. Even if it was covered by his slacks. He held back the groan over seeing her aroused. “That’s enough fer tonight.”

Immogene blinked. She looked away. Had she been really about to ask him to keep going?

Raphael cupped her cheek turning her face towards his. “I’m going to take care of a couple of things before bed. It will give you some time to think of how yer feeling right now and understand I made ya feel like that. I can also make ya feel a lot more than that, kitten.”

She composed herself quickly. “You take care of what you need to take care of and don’t worry about what I’ll be thinking about.”

A smirk broke out over his lips. “Goodnight, kitten.”

Raphael needed to leave before he changed his mind. He turned and strode towards the door. She had no fuckin’ clue about how she looked right now. He knew if he would have spread her legs he would have found her wet. The thought made his cock come out from his slit and strain against his pants. Damn he needed to take care of this and he knew just where to go.

Knocking on the engraved silver doors an older woman wearing a see through negligee opened the door. She swallowed and then reminding herself who he was she forced a smile on her face. “Master Shredder. How may my girls or myself service you tonight?” She opened the doors and gestured for him to enter.

Coming into the room he looked around. There were various Foot that looked his way. He made a gesture of dismissal and they went back to the women on their laps. From behind one of the closed doors he heard a woman cry out, but ignored it as it wasn’t a sound of pain. He looked to the matron and then at the unoccupied women. There were females human and mutant alike. Different shades of hair and fur, colours of eyes and body types came into view as his eyes scanned the room. He paused coming to the end and then looked again.

“Master Shredder? Is something amiss? Is there…”, the woman choked a little, her worry coming through in the sound, “Is there no one here that meets your tastes?”

Raph looked at a curvy redhead sitting in the back. After a moment he dismissed her. “Nah, I’m just here ta make sure the boys are treatin’ the women right. I’m sure ya all have heard the new rules. I don’t care if these woman are here ta service tha men. They’re ta be treated with respect.” He looked back to the matron who was looking at him with her eyebrows arched. “Also, ya and yer girls are ta start receiving the money ya earn, all of it. Not a percentage. Every single fuckin’ penny. Ya hear that boys? Yer ta pay tha woman directly.” The Foot in attendance all affirmed that the order would be obeyed. It was different, but it didn’t change how much their charge would be. There were only a few that liked to be rough and none of them were in attendance that night. Lucky for them.

Immogene was putting lotion on her legs. She knew why the terrapin had left. He had gone to seek relief from the ladies of the night. Her lips pursed. Just as she was about to slip under the sheet the door opened and the Brute walked in. What was he doing back so soon?

The terrapin looked at the woman and then towards the bathroom. “That didn’t take as long as I thought. I’m gonna have a shower and then come ta bed. ‘Guess I’ll be digging ma fingers into my own flesh tonight.’ He thought. “I’ll be getting in whether yer asleep or not.” She saw his eyes roam over her body. “Like I said, earlier was enough fer tonight.” He looked at her and she could feel his scrutiny. “I’m glad ya killed that fucker. Good on ya kitten. Just so ya know, I’ll be takin’ care of Akito tomorrow. I want yer opinion on what we are gonna do wit’ him. I’d like yer…”, he grinned widely, “artistic opinion, on the matta.”

A small smile formed on her lips at the look in his eyes. “I look forward to it.”

He nodded. The smirk still on his face. “I wanna acknowledge Shouto and Fang as well. Bein’ who they are, they won’t want a public ceremony, but somethin’ should be done.”

Immogene thought for a moment. “I’ve seen Shouto admiring a blade in one of the rooms. The way he looks at it makes me think it has some meaning to him. Maybe you could present that? He’s not much for monetary recognition…just an idea.”

The terrapin put his hand to his jaw. “That’ll do just fine, kitten. But, you’ll be tha one ta give him the blade.”

When the bathroom door shut she found herself still smiling. After a moment of thought she realized that yes, she was pleased that he hadn’t taken one of those women. She turned off the bedside table lamp on her side, but left his on low.

By the time Raphael crawled into bed, he felt a bit better, but jerking himself off was only a temporary relief. He wanted to fist his cock while he was lapping away at her core. Rumbling and forcing himself to think of something else he turned towards the woman beside him after pulling the string on the lamp. “Goodnight, Immogene.”

She inhaled deeply. “Goodnight, Raphael.”

A few days later Raph was looking over the paper, his golden orbs lifted towards the woman’s changing screen. The stirring he had felt the other night came to the forefront of his mind. He remembered when his lips grazed over her smooth skin. His eyes took the same trail over her neck which was in silhouette that his lips had taken. Hearing a knock at the door, Raph quickly shook himself out of the almost hypnotized state that just her shadow had put him in. Judging from the sounds she was almost ready. When she stepped out from behind the screen, he gave her a nod and then turned his attention to the door. “Enta.”

Entering the room, one of the elite members looked between the terrapin and the woman before bowing his head, “Forgive my intrusion Master Shredder, Lady Immogene. There is an important matter that needs your attention, Master. The cargo of vodka just arrived and well, it has been discovered that the contents of the bottles has been watered down. One of the men broke one, which was how the find was made.”

Slapping the paper down on the table, the Brute sighed, “Of fuckin’ course.,” he growled lowly and he rubbed his hand down his face before turning his attention to the soldier. “I’ll be right there. Make sure tha chump that delivered tha goods doesn’t leave until we get this shit straightened out.” The man bowed and hurried to fulfill the instructions he’d been given.

Standing up from his seat, the large turtle grabbed his suit jacket before glancing down at the woman who was now at his side. He could see the irritation in the green depths of her eyes. The Brutes shoulders instantly relaxed and an approving smirk crossed his lips. ‘Shes lookin’ fierca every day,’ He gently grasped her chin and brushed his forehead against hers, a habit that had been developed since the altercation with Slash. “Have a good day kitten, I’ll see ya in a while.,” He reluctantly turned away from her and left to take care of the situation.

“Fuckin moron! That’s tha last time I hav O’Bryan handlin that. Couldn’t even fuckin’ tell the juice was watered down!,” Raph growled, irritated at how easily the Irish gang leader had been duped. Glaring down at the path ahead of him, he continued onwards hoping his other little charge had managed to translate the documents he needed to move forward with landing a deal with the Russians. Though just as he was about to round the corner he heard an arrogant tone call out, “Oh! Master Shredder! Master Shredder!”

Hearing Baxter Stockmans’ voice, Gabriella held back a squeak as her lithe body jolted back in fear from catching a glimpse of the scientist. “Lady Gabriella wha…”, Traximus stopped talking the moment Gabby’s motioned for him to hush with her finger to her lips. Shaking her head frantically, the young woman pointed to the alcove near them. Trusting the tiny females’ instincts, Trax nodded before moving into the space, protectively placing himself in front of her. If the man and Raphael turned back this way, they would see the woman.

Gabby nibbled her lower lip nervously, ‘What is that no good scheming scumbag up to now?’ she thought with trepidation.

“Phew finally we are able to meet at last, Master Shredder. I must say you are a very hard erm..individual to pin down, our powerful and illustrious leader,” Stockman stated in fake awe widening his arms for show. Silence was the only thing he was met with. He watched the barbarian reach in his pocket and took it as a sign to continue, “I must say that your show in the arena was quite a spectacle to watch, never have I seen such might displayed before.,” The scientist was using his go to in appealing to the fools brute strength and let his guard down. “My hope was to congratulate you on your victory, but you have yet to stop by the laboratories.,” He arched a brow when the terrapin lit a cigar.

“I’ve been busy,” Raphael gruffly stated and pulled a deep drag from the cigar. He held the smoke in his mouth for a moment before blowing out a ring towards the scientist.

Coughing a little, Baxter pushed down the irritation he felt towards the freak and clasped his hands in front of him, feigning indifference. “Ah yes of course! Intelligent men such as us are constantly busy. One does not wait for opportunity to come our…”,

“Wha tha hell do ya want, Stockman?,” the behemoths bored baritone voice cut through the man’s sentence like a knife.

Chuckling nervously the man bowed, “Of course…”, putting on a fake smile he continued, “I don’t mean to interrupt you during your tasks, but I wanted to broach with a ‘delicate’ matter I feel needs addressing.”

The ‘delicate’ part of the mad scientist sentence made Gabbys’ eyes narrowed suspiciously. She forced herself to remain silent when she heart the mutant turtle speak. “Oh? And wha would that be?”

“Well, you see Master, word has reached my lab that Immogene has recently been in a confrontation with Slash and was injured…”, Baxter shook his head solemnly. “What a horrible ordeal she endured. I knew that menace of a mutant would be trouble, but no one listened to my warnings,” he shrugged, “sad really. This could have easily been preventable.” Noticing the pointed glare, Baxter quickly explained things, “I know that Immogene is an Amazon and is gifted with an extraordinary ability to heal quickly. Typically, I wouldn’t have suggested this so soon considering it is coming close to Immogene’s monthly examination, but with this new development it would be in her ‘best interest’ for me to see her sooner. Perhaps you could convince her to come to my lab oh…say this afternoon or evening. You know how some women can be with seeing a doctor, mostly concerned about their private matters.”

Baxter waited while holding his breath. Exhilaration then coursed through him when the imbecile before him rubbed his chin like he was thinking it over. ‘Oh, Baxter Stockman you clever genius! Once again, you’ve astounded yourself with your brilliant mind. The fool, even a single celled amoeba has a bigger brain cell than this juggernaut of a moron. Pure childs’ play, it’s almost sad how easily manipulated this incompetent oversized individual is. To think he truly believes that I will help the Amazon.' A dark sinister glint passed the over mans’ eyes, ‘Oh I most assuredly will help. Help myself to what is that amazing DNA of hers. She will look very nice dissected and gutted open on my examination table…,’ He was so eager to carry out his dastardly plans, he didn’t notice how the turtle was looking at him or know there were other privy to their conversation.

Grasping Traximus shirt tightly, Gabby’s amber eyes widened in horror at realization that the evil scientist was trying to get Immogene all by herself. ‘NO! He…The bastard, he just wants to…’, she quickly shook her head, clearing the images Baxters’ previous test subjects, aka victims filled her mind. She couldn’t allow this to happen.

“Mmm a’right.,” The Brute’s gruff words made Gabby gasp softly not wanting to believe he was actually considering it. A pleased and triumphant smile crossed the scientists’ lips. “I’ll bring this up ta Immogene.”

Baxter narrowed his eyes for just a second before pushing his point. “Just remember, Immogene will probably be against this appointment, she always tries to make some kind of excuse. Poor dear, I have her bed interests at heart.” Raphael only nodded.

“Excellent. I will have all the preparations ready by the time she arrives.” Turning to walk back the way he came, Baxter waved back, “Oh don’t you worry about a thing Master Shredder. I will give her nothing but special treatment,” the last words were spoken with a dark malicious tone. Now that things were settled, all he had to figure out was if he should cryofreeze the woman’s remains for future studies, or put them in formaldehyde filled jars? Oh, he would figure it out at some point, now all he had to do was wait and start planning a way to get the little dragon mutt in his grasp as well. With Immogene gone, chaos would sure follow and he could probably get the brute of a terrapin as well.

Staring after the scientist, the turtle tsked his tongue in disgust, “Finally got rid of tha bastard. He hasn’t changed one bit. God can that fucka cam still yap.” he growled. Closing his eyes, the males’ lips pursed taking a deep drag from his cigar before sighing, “Got somethin’ ta add ta all of this, little pixie?” The Brute had been aware of both Gabby and Traximus presence the whole time.

“Yes.” Gabby managed to stutter out and stepped out from the alcove. She sighed heavily, “I do have something to add.” Holding the files tightly, Gabby approached the gigantic male. “Please. You can’t let Immogene go anywhere near Baxter Stockman. That madman has no good intentions towards her whatsoever,” she firmly stated before stopping in front of the male.

“Oh? Tell me why that is? Isn’t he the head scientist of this joint,” Raph calmly asked intrigued with the sudden boldness of the small woman.

Judging the turtle’s expression, Gabby stood tall andcontinued, “He is. But even so the previous Shredder and my,” her glowed angrily as she softly hissed, “ex’ husband never left us alone with him during our examinations.” The folders full of documents made a crinkling sound as she twisted them to try and calm her nerves. There was a glint of fear that darkened the womans eyes while she reminisced, “From day one, Baxter spoke of his intention for us. More specifically he wanted to experiment and dissect both myself and Immogene for our unique DNA to further his research.,” she sighed sadly and her eyes grew distant, “I couldn’t tell you how many times Oroku and Kanto brought us down to the lab to show us what happened to Baxters ‘test subjects.’ They did this to help us remember to behave ourselves.”

Shaking her head of the images of the deceased, Gabby did not notice the dark enraged look in the turtle’s eyes, nor that Traximus fists were clenched tightly. “I know I have no physical proof to back my claim. But believe me, Baxter is a snake that will lie to get what he wants. He is arrogant and so full of himself that I have no doubt he believes that he effectively fooled you. He never thought highly of mutants to begin with. I beg of you please don’t…”, She snapped her head up and the words stalled in her her throat when a large hand encompassed her shoulder.

“No beggin’ needed or required. Thought I told ya that.” Giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, he put his hand firmly in his pocket and sighed, “Ain’t ma first time wit tha pompous douchebag. Creep hasn’t changed one bit. Still blowin’ hot gas out of that snivelin’ flappa of his. Probably thinks it makes him smarta or some shit.,” he then chuckled darkly, “don’t worry bout it, I’ll deal wit im.”

Putting out his cigar in a nearby plant he looked to the woman. “Now then. Ya got something fer me?” Gabby went over to the plant and pick out the cigar bud, making the Brute chuckle.“Huh oh..uhh,” looking at the files she handed them to the behemoth.

She watched as the turtle’s eyes darted over the pages. “Nice work.” He gave her a nod. “Wait!,” she exclaimed when the male began to walk away. “Why did you let me speak if you already knew about Baxter?”

Traximus chuckled at this while a wide smirk crossed the Brute lips, “Why? Heh well that’s easy.,” he glanced at the woman over his shoulders, “I wanted ta see tha fire in yer belly. Plus..ya gave me even more ammunition,” his tone dripped with menace. “I’m sure ya can undastand that I want ta go ova this wit Immogene first though right?”

Staring at the the terrapins shell the young woman was struck dumbfounded by the by his words, “Yeah…I think I do.” She shook her head and then looked up at a smiling mutant triceratops. “Your boss is an ‘interesting’ individual Trax.,” she said which earned a knowing laugh from him.

To be continued…

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Story Pile: Person Of Interest, Season 1

In my teenager years, I came to appreciate the block of TV shows I thought of as ‘good shows’ in the 7:30 to 8:30 bracket. This typically took the form of a pair of back-to-back sitcom episodes, or, as I got older and the options got better (and my bedtime crept back), an hour long dramedy TV series, often built around a single high-concept hook, or even taped from late-night TV. A lot of these shows were, to my mind, ‘American Shows’ (and therefore good shows), were typically high-concept shows with sci-fi ideas in them that could be executed on cheaply with a small special effects budget, and included things like Time Trax and Pointman and, strangely important in my mind, a series called Fortune Hunter. I liked to refer to Fortune Hunter as a sort of example of forgettable 90s TV ephemera, a low-budget story about a wannabe James Bond type who was relaying everything through super-technology contact lenses to a nerd in a chair who could instantly relay everything to him. I, at the time, thought that Fortune Hunter was a great reference to make, like Street Sharks, which would make people in the same age range as I go ‘oh, yeah, that show, I remember that, kinda.’

Turns out that this was a terrible idea because, at the time I did not know, that Fortune Hunter aired for all of one month in America and only played out the full run of its episodes here in Australia because we were a dumping ground for failed attempted TV series that relied on high-concept sci-fi ideas that could be executed on cheaply with a small special effects budget. But those shows had some common traits, like Time Trax with its decreasing list of villains to apprehend, or Pointman with the fantasy of a strange billionaire appearing out of nowhere to save ordinary people, or Fortune Hunter with its gimmick of a super-nerd teaming up with a terrifying badass super-spy to save the day for single individuals.

I bring up this meandering reference to 90s television because these different stories with their modest production budgets and mediocre executions through actors who never quite got the respect they deserved are presented their absolute apotheosis in the form of the 2011-2016 sci-fi action series Person Of Interest.

Person of Interest is a sci-fi crime drama series that started airing in 2011 and that should make it hilariously dated except it’s not because it’s about the idea of a mass surveillance state and predictive models of human behaviour which is kind of a thing we’re talking about a lot right now.

Your basic structure is that our heroes are composed for John Reese (probably not his name), a probably-CIA super-badass who goes around kicking ass against criminals that are typically, grossly outmatched against him, with a shockingly abrupt combat style (that films very, very quickly and easily) and a love for shooting people in the knee (you know to show how good he is with guns but also to not run the risk of killing people), teaming up with Harold Finch (probably not his name), an awkward gonky weirdo billionaire with supertech (that films very, very quickly and easily).

But really, it’s about The Machine.

The Machine is the core of this series in this season; it is the impetus for action and the establishing presence of the myth arc that the narrative runs on. In simplest terms, the Machine is a surveillance program that observes everything in the attempt to pre-emptively detect terror attacks made in the wake of 9/11 paranoia. This is a fun concept to work from because it’s a real thing that people tried to do, and it ran into all sorts of problems with how they got made, what they could try to do, and the limitations of publically available, legally actionable information. In this case, the conceit of the universe is that the device could be built and operated entirely discretely, and as long as nobody knows it exists and nobody knows what it could do, it’s just the same as a machine that makes anonymous tips to the authorities that happen to have a 100% reliable hit rate at detecting conspiracies for terror activities.

That’s super interesting, and they talk about ways this conceit is interesting, in ways that we aren’t grappling with perfectly right now. And since the conceit of the Machine is about taking care of terrorism, it generates a lot of false positives that don’t care about that primary goal. It finds crimes that are going to happen, deaths that are going to occur, and it then, if it can’t link them to mass casuality terrorism events (which we kind of get an indication disappeared in this universe because of the Machine), it discards them.

This is the story of our two protagonists as they try to address those numbers before they’re discarded. To answer a question ‘what would you do if there was something you could do?’ And the answer to that question is a lot of beating up baddies and cool car chases as the machine spits out weird cases, in no small part because the kinds of things the machine can detect are about isolating seemingly impossibly unrelated pieces of data. It’s a successful formula, of a crime-of-the-week hour-long series like your Blacklist and NCIS and CSI and BPA and IPL and you know I’m just making those up at this point.

It’s a cool hook for this season and I get the vibe that there’s a lot of storytelling space that’s being built out and not used. It’s shown in this first season that the story of these characters can do things like show up for a second appearance, that solutions and resolutions are being held back so that the story can do more with them later and that there is something of a conspiracy at work that doesn’t feel like it’s just using the same central thing as an excuse the whole way along, laying out track in an inward spiral.

Of course, the Machine is horrifying, and its appearances – the origin story for it, and its perspective – are both shot like a horror story and conceived of as like a horror story. There’s a long rolling background to the Machine that’s told in coldly lit, stark background stories that even when they’re trying to be told in ways that are funny or cute, are still all done as starkly and remotely as you might imagine archival footage of a tragedy happening.

Towards the end of the first season, Finch says he doesn’t regret making the machine, but he didn’t realise what it would cost him. The personal cost of the machine is manifold, and it means the whole machine is effectively running on human suffering and it’s all generating dreadful, painful guilt on every single intervening step, guilt that Finch and Reese spend their lives trying to dilute.

There’s no way for this kind of thing to exist, no way for something so powerful to work, without it being fundamentally, a structure for compromising. Compromising people, compromising security, compromising our ethical framework, our standards for legal strictures, and all of those things are necessary for something like The Machine to exist. What good is it doing? it’s saving a small number of people, every day, and it’s preventing international terrorism, but surely, is it the best way to do that? International terrorism happens because of causes and effects, it doesn’t run based on bad meals.

This first season feels like a prequel. It feels like a series that maybe wants to do something else, that there, like Fringe is going to be a conceptual escalation from season to season. It’s got some good names involved, and it ran for five years, so I’m genuinely wondering what I’m going to see as the series moves forward.

In the last episode of the first season, an antagonist, in response to Finch’s admission that he is okay with having made the machine, it’s in response to an antagonist asserting angrily to him that you have made god.

It’s an odd way to describe having constructed a kind of Laplace’s Demon.

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