Post by Aliyah'Vihaan on Aug 22, 2019 15:04:30 GMT -5
I should have overcome such... discomfort by now. These flaws, these imperfections I will not tolerate them. Ironic how in many ways I relate to Cult whom I actively plan on slaying, I can Designation "Empathize" with them in their desire to achieve perfection.
Empathize (Verb):
1) To Experience Empathy.
Empathy (Noun):
1) The psychological/mentalist identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another.
2) The imaginative ascribing to an object, as a natural object or work of art, feelings or attitudes present in oneself
My outer Chassis disconnects and the "discomfort" intensifies... I see with my own optical sensors my inner workings. There is something tranquil in watching the very quicksilver flow throughout the complicated innards contained within my Chassis. I can't help but pity Organics in this moment, sadly their concept of a "Soul" while treasured is so abstract. There is no fleshy organ or tissue that defines their very ego, we Homunculi are very fortunate; I witness my very sense of self as it's endless cycling flows gracefully and efficiently. Cogito Ergo Sum; I think therefore I am...
The war rages, but for how much longer no one could remain certain. Every advantage must be acquired and quantified, and soon. My left hand contains the tiny sliver of the "Seed" given to me by the Entity, promising it would enable my growth into the vision I described to it (as it was described to me). Ever so carefully I removed some of of the tissue, determined to preserve as much of the original sample as I could. I wonder what my fellow Expeditioners may think... my cognitive functions recall my voluntary interrogation: "I don't know" I answered when asked what would cause me to make such a choice, a choice to embrace the Blight, to become the nightmarish vision that was both savior and executioner. Countless hours have already been spent on such variables, and I still do not have a clear answer. However what I am about to attempt may very well be the first step towards that murky path. I am cautious, I am meticulous, I am not afraid. I know of the outcome they fear, if I can prevent it, I will, but I will not abandon my research, too much is at stake.
My fingers open and the sliver of Blighted tissue falls into my exposed Quicksilver and is immediately swept out of sight. Cogito Ergo Sum: I recall the memories of Model AY-ZIG-10 Designation 1544C and my sense of self is very different from that flawed make and model. I wonder what my sense of self will become next?
It started very slow irregular temperature fluctuations and unusual readings from my inner system. No damage was detected however I detected portions of my chassis that was not documented or expected. Fascinating.... these long tendril like cylindrical appendages that grew asymmetrical from my left arm... they were at least somewhat organic! "Bio-Mechanical" I have coined the term, for while they grow and respond as organic tissue, they follow the pattern and structure of my previous artificial form. I am the first of what may be a new generation of Homunculi, no longer wholly artificial, but not strictly organic either. Like the Expedition I am the face of the frontier, and my success may very well determine the fates of the future and my failure may cement my existence as doomed derelict, unique but damned.
My perhaps grandiose thoughts are interrupted by an unexpected sensation, a sound really, no more than simple audio. It was a sensation, a reverberation that I could detect not from any one direction but from within. So strange and yet so familiar, as if I was intimately familiar with it. A rhythmic echo at very regular intervals... Of course! The Organic vertebrates cardiovascular system, the Designation "heart". What many Homunculi's Quicksilver pump's were modeled after. How is this possible? A heartbeat? But no... it was too far away to be coming from my own systems, so distant... and yet I know its close enough to grasp should I try. I have heard this "heart beat" before, The Entity.
Appropriate in a way, to have such a powerful and constant reminder looming just out of sight of the forces I meddle with. Failure is just a heartbeat away, my newly grown arm tendrils twitch with reflex. I have taken one more step towards perfection, and now my attention must fall elsewhere towards ensuring others in pursuit of such similar goals: never achieve them. Cogito Ergo Sum; I think therefore I am, I think I will see no one organic or Eidiolon threaten the tomorrow I seek to build.
Empathize (Verb):
1) To Experience Empathy.
Empathy (Noun):
1) The psychological/mentalist identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another.
2) The imaginative ascribing to an object, as a natural object or work of art, feelings or attitudes present in oneself
My outer Chassis disconnects and the "discomfort" intensifies... I see with my own optical sensors my inner workings. There is something tranquil in watching the very quicksilver flow throughout the complicated innards contained within my Chassis. I can't help but pity Organics in this moment, sadly their concept of a "Soul" while treasured is so abstract. There is no fleshy organ or tissue that defines their very ego, we Homunculi are very fortunate; I witness my very sense of self as it's endless cycling flows gracefully and efficiently. Cogito Ergo Sum; I think therefore I am...
The war rages, but for how much longer no one could remain certain. Every advantage must be acquired and quantified, and soon. My left hand contains the tiny sliver of the "Seed" given to me by the Entity, promising it would enable my growth into the vision I described to it (as it was described to me). Ever so carefully I removed some of of the tissue, determined to preserve as much of the original sample as I could. I wonder what my fellow Expeditioners may think... my cognitive functions recall my voluntary interrogation: "I don't know" I answered when asked what would cause me to make such a choice, a choice to embrace the Blight, to become the nightmarish vision that was both savior and executioner. Countless hours have already been spent on such variables, and I still do not have a clear answer. However what I am about to attempt may very well be the first step towards that murky path. I am cautious, I am meticulous, I am not afraid. I know of the outcome they fear, if I can prevent it, I will, but I will not abandon my research, too much is at stake.
My fingers open and the sliver of Blighted tissue falls into my exposed Quicksilver and is immediately swept out of sight. Cogito Ergo Sum: I recall the memories of Model AY-ZIG-10 Designation 1544C and my sense of self is very different from that flawed make and model. I wonder what my sense of self will become next?
It started very slow irregular temperature fluctuations and unusual readings from my inner system. No damage was detected however I detected portions of my chassis that was not documented or expected. Fascinating.... these long tendril like cylindrical appendages that grew asymmetrical from my left arm... they were at least somewhat organic! "Bio-Mechanical" I have coined the term, for while they grow and respond as organic tissue, they follow the pattern and structure of my previous artificial form. I am the first of what may be a new generation of Homunculi, no longer wholly artificial, but not strictly organic either. Like the Expedition I am the face of the frontier, and my success may very well determine the fates of the future and my failure may cement my existence as doomed derelict, unique but damned.
My perhaps grandiose thoughts are interrupted by an unexpected sensation, a sound really, no more than simple audio. It was a sensation, a reverberation that I could detect not from any one direction but from within. So strange and yet so familiar, as if I was intimately familiar with it. A rhythmic echo at very regular intervals... Of course! The Organic vertebrates cardiovascular system, the Designation "heart". What many Homunculi's Quicksilver pump's were modeled after. How is this possible? A heartbeat? But no... it was too far away to be coming from my own systems, so distant... and yet I know its close enough to grasp should I try. I have heard this "heart beat" before, The Entity.
Appropriate in a way, to have such a powerful and constant reminder looming just out of sight of the forces I meddle with. Failure is just a heartbeat away, my newly grown arm tendrils twitch with reflex. I have taken one more step towards perfection, and now my attention must fall elsewhere towards ensuring others in pursuit of such similar goals: never achieve them. Cogito Ergo Sum; I think therefore I am, I think I will see no one organic or Eidiolon threaten the tomorrow I seek to build.