Stephen Power- cyber(punk) miner Minecraft Skin

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Stephen Power- cyber(punk) miner

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MechaAnguirus's Avatar MechaAnguirus
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My entry for the cyberpunk contest- enjoy!

A light. That was always how it started. A bright, glaring red light shining on his face, adorning his flesh with a crimson mask. He could hear the whirring of machinery around him, gears clanking, pistons firing. Once again he found himself fighting against the bonds that he knew tied him to the cold, iron slab he lay on. Once again he futilely writhed, trying to escape the fate he knew was advancing on him all too quickly. The light began to move, accompanied by the slick, swift sound of something being pulled from a sheath. It approached slowly, sadistically, its glaring light mocking his fear, his pain. The whirring of gears became louder, then louder still. The light flickered slightly as a large, sharp object disrupted its field of illumination, but only for a moment. The gears were now deafening, drowning out his frantic screaming with their grating, metallic screech. The light grew brighter, and the sharp object thrust forward, into his eye. His eye! HIS EYE!


He woke in a cold sweat, well, as much as he could sweat. For a while he was silent. o Damno ¦o he managed, finally. He swung himself out of bed, his feet making a metallic o thunko as they hit the iron floor. He looked around, the room bathed in the red light emanating from his skull. o Well, no use sleeping nowo ¦o he muttered, to no one in particular. All along the wall were the forms of sleeping people, their chests rising and falling slowly. He looked down at his own chest. Still as the grave. Then again, it usually was. He had checked into this o hotelo the previous day, looking for a place to stay as he searched for a job in the city. The cityo ¦ They say it never sleeps. Little do they know how right they are. He walked as quietly as he could to the faintly lit doorway. o Quietlyo , hah, he couldno t be quiet if he wanted to, not with his feet. He clunked his way into the lobby. The night clerk woke with a start. He started again when he saw the man coming towards him. o Io m checking out. Stephen Power- I paid yesterday.o He growled. Stephen Power. The name he had been called all his life. His name. But was it really his name, after what he had become? He looked at himself, and remembered.


It had seemed so attractive at the time. To have four times the top strength of a normal man his age, not to mention the other benefits. He thought he had finally found his calling when he was approached by the strange men in the suits. They offered state-of-the-art o cyber-enhancementso , apparently, they were one of the fastest-growing industries in the country. Heo d be like a superhero, they said. Theyo d fit him with all of the most modern enhancements, heo d be amazing, they said. All he had to do was sign one little contract, and heo d be ready to go. He shuddered. Heo d signed it. Like an idiot. And the next thing he knew, he was strapped to an iron table, with a light descending quickly towards his face.


With a jolt he came back to the present. He had somehow managed to bring himself to the o Copper Wire,o a pub his friend frequented. He headed in. No surprise, there he was, sitting at the corner table, a beer in his hand. o Martin!o Stephen called, Io m comino over there, pal. I need someone to talk to.o Martin turned around. o Stephen! Help yourself to a seat, my man. Bartender! I need a round over here for my buddy!o Stephen looked meaningfully at Martin as he sat. o You know thato s a waste of money, Martin.o He clanged his fist against his chest, producing a hollow sound. o Doesno t do anything.o Martin grinned. o Two rounds then!o

The waitress brought the drinks over in large tankards. Her eyes widened when she saw Stephen, but she quickly regained her composure. Not quick enough for Stephen to not notice, however. He sighed loudly, a sound like someone blowing a lead pipe like a horn.

Martin looked at him. "What's your problem?" Stephen turned his bright red eye on him. "What's wrong, Martin? Look at me!" he motioned to his face, "I'm a monster!"

Martin looked surprised. "A monster? Dude, you're awesome! You got like, twenty times the strength of a normal dude, not to mention those.. things onna back of your head. You gotta be the best miner in Kraphtia!"

"Goddammit, Martin, I didn't want this!" Stephen sighed, "It's just, well, it's gotten to the point where I don't know what's Stephen, and what's... not. All I want is to be a human again!"

Stephen pulled out a cigarette. He snapped his metal fingers, producing a spark with which he lit it. He inhaled. A moment later smoke wafted out of the hole in the center of his chest. He grimaced. "I can't even escape into drink, or this stuff, none of it affects my system!"

Martin glanced around the room, looking for eavesdroppers. He turned back to Stephen, talking quietly. "Listen- if you really want to like, veg out, I know a guy who maybe can set you up. That's only if you really want it, though, man.."

Stephen sat straight up. "Take me to him."

Ten minutes and a lot of walking later, Martin stopped Stephen, with some effort, and motioned to a darkened alley. Martin darted in, Stephen following. As the darkness hit him, Stephen's O.P.T.IX unit automatically began to broadcast a bright light before him. He quickly covered it with a metal fist, producing a hugely loud clanking sound. Martin glared at him. "Sorry..." Stephen sighed. As they approached the end of the passage, a shaded figure emerged. Martin greeted him silently. The figure turned to Stephen. "I was tol-" he began, but the figure shushed him.

"I know why you have come, android." it said, in a voice flat as the cement beneath its feet. It produced a small portable data drive from within its billowing cloak. "This is what you seek. I assume you have the required... parts to utilize it?" Stephen nodded, indicating the hole in his chest. "Good. The program is called the Fleshmaker. It will give you what you need." Stephen reached into his pocket, producing a small amount of cash. The figure snatched it, and placed the drive in the space left. It bowed low, muttered "Good luck..." and disappeared down the alley. Martin looked at Stephen, and followed the figure. Stephen turned away, and left the alley.

Later that night, Stephen sat still on a street corner, gazing at the drive. It was blood red, with a logo on it that read "Omni-Data." Did he really want this? Was he really going to find what he was looking for in this... program? Could he not handle it on his own? He looked in the window of the store behind him. His grotesque reflection looked back. He grunted, and roughly inserted the drive into his chest. He stood still for a moment, his eye widened, and then... and then... ecstasy. He could feel! He could feel again! The familiar sensation spread across his body, enveloping him in warm happiness. Even those parts which were cold steel knew the soft caress of the sense. He grinned, and laughed out loud as the feeling increased in intensity. He soon stopped laughing. It was becoming... unpleasant now. Too much. He went to pull the drive out of his body. It came out swiftly, but the feeling did not stop. It grew more and more painful, until with every breath he was blasted with fiery death. He screamed, but made no sound. The last thing he knew was his face hitting the sidewalk. then blackness. And pain. The never-ending pain...

The next day the city police discovered an unnamed cyborg laying face-down on the pavement. His body showed no reaction to physical stimuli, though his one biological eye moved erratically. The data accessed from his R.E. Call units was corrupted and unreadable. A small drive was found next to him, containing the notorious drug program "Fleshmaker.exe" attributed to over 500 deaths since its discovery. Police suspect that it was specifically created for this purpose, perhaps as an act of racist rage by an angry human. Omni-Data was unavailable for comment.






Stephen Power was augmented by the Cybermax Corporation with all of their amazing augments, much to his horror. These include:


-Two R.E. Call memory units* (attached to the brain via brain-cpu-interface cords)


-One O.P.T.IX unit**


-One muscle-activated iron J.A.W. unit ***


-twin muscle augments


-USB-human interface/ loyalty unit


-Organ Pummeler unit





* Response Emulator Call unit ** Optical Perception Transmitter IX *** Jugular Armor Weapon unit
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11/07/2012 10:18 pm
Level 27 : Expert Cake
Lottsandlots
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Cool skin! A Diamond for you! Think you could check out my contest skin and diamond if you like it?
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11/07/2012 10:01 pm
Level 46 : Master Blob
Hackinon
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Woah! definitely top 100 man! love the long description
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11/08/2012 9:06 am
Level 34 : Artisan Skinner
MechaAnguirus
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Thanks!
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