Capítulo 3: Spartan
"Arrgh, did someone take the number of the truck that rammed me?"
I asked as my groggy mind started to come back to life, after my eyes adjusted to the darkness that I found myself in, I could see that my bet paid off, at least until now as I saw that Im in the room that was build be Geth mindest in it, absolutely zero aesthetic...
"Huh, I have more luck than reasoning than I thought."
I say as I look on my body as I stood up from bet completely without the problem.
"Huh?"
As my hands travel across my body that is currently naked and without any suit, I definitely needed I started to feel scars?
It's as if my body was lined by lines that felt artificial...
"Geth..."
Yep, I can feel it, I don't know what Geth has done to me, but from the feeling of my hands and body, I could say that I became so knock of Shepard from the second game.
Wait...
Quarians don't have night vision...
I looked around the room for any light source that gave me near-perfect sight as my head started to hurt.
"Uuurrgghhh."
I bent down on the bed as my head starts to clear up, and I can definitely can see a fucking HUD...
"Of for fuck sake..."
/Sssss/
I hear a faint hiss sound behind me that is probably the sound of doors opening as I can hear metal clanks on the floor.
"You know, when I asked you to heal me, I didn't expect for you to completely 'Upgrade me'."
I say sarcastically even if I knew that sarcasm is not something Geth understood.
"Creator Mera, your life signs are in the norm, as you requested Geth to help you in your message, we 'Helped you' as you asked."
Geth platform said as I could feel a migraine coming back up.
Of course, Geth has zero common sense, it is like if you asked Genie for world riches and he gave you all gold in the world and at the same time estranged you on a deserted island.
"Haaah, don't mind me, I just mumble to myself."
I said as my hand traces faint artificial lines around my face.
"Geth does not understand the meaning 'mumbling to myself' please clarify."
Geth asked, and I already felt stupid.
"Doesn't matter, you will know in time, now. Can you please tell me what you have done to me?"
I asked as even if I don't minded being a fucking cyborg, this galaxy was one of the worst places to by one...
"Understood."
The Geth said as he walked to one side of the room and activated the holo screen.
"As per your request, we healed your fewer, but your immunity system was worse than rest of creator species. There was a 99% chance of you dying if your immunity system wouldn't be upgraded."
Geth said, and I could just nod as I could remember one of the Meras memories where some quarian doctor said to her that to even quarian standards, her immunity sucks...
"I see, but that's not all is it?"
I asked or rather said to which Geth nodded?
Geths know how to nod?
"Yes, your bodily function was already damaged by the fewer, as to not risk creators Mera life, Geth voted that your body should be fully healed, Geth doesn't have aces to genetic cloning, so we chose to exchange your damaged parts with artificial ones."
Geth said, and I could see the reason behind their words. After all, the logic for Geths is everything.
"Even my eyes?"
I asked.
"Yes, creators Mera eyes were damaged from creator Meras lifestyle where your eyes were working on 40% of original purpose."
Well, it's not like quarians are able to create good glasses that would work with our condition, well we could, but materials are more needed elsewhere...
"I see, you know what? Tell me everything you changed on me."
I said as I steeled herself for the info dump Geth would tell me.
"As you wish, creator Mera."
Geth said, and another screen showed up with a lot, a fucking a lot of things...
"Heart was changed to double artificial heart, a neural implant for better interference with your Omni-tool and gun aiming and multi-purpose use on mechanical equipment, your bones were enhanced by titanium alloy that enhanced your strength and durability 85% proccent, your skin was enhanced by nano self-repay drones that would automatically repay any damage your body could have, all of your organic vital body parts were either enhanced or replaced by artificial ones, your stomach was replaced by artificial one that could gain nutrients by both dextro and Levo food."
The more Geth spoke, the more I felt something strange, I was not very upset to be these changes, after all, if it helped me without taking away my sense, it was a good trade, but...
"Geth."
I said, and he stopped his listing of things that they changed.
"How long? That many changes, how long was I unconscious?"
I asked, and the Geth a fucking titled his head.
TITLED HEAD! GETH!
"Creator Mera was in sleep mode for 49 galaxy standard years."
Geth said, and I felt a fucking need ram the walls with my head.
"49 years, fuck, no wait, there is still time!"
I said to myself but then stopped.
"Geth, how can I still feel so young? I should be already on death doors. Quarian does live just 80 years normally."
I asked. Even if I knew the answer, I just needed to hear clarification.
"After creator Mera was enhanced by Geth, creator Mera lifespan was upgraded from typical 80 years to 1000 years, more of your implants would be upgraded and repaid in supposed intervales."
Geth said, and yep...
Yep...
Im fucking quarian Spartan.
Strength check, life span check, neural implants that enhanced my thought process? Check, hard to kill? Check.
Mother...
Oh dear, it's 50 years, my mother, no almost anybody I knew, I mean Mera knew was probably already dead, I didn't know them, but Mera did, and thanks to her memories I could feel it...
"Fuuuuck..."
I said to myself as I slumped to the ground, completely drained as my emotions played with me.
"We registered higher emotional activity. What is the problem, creator Mera?"
Geth asked, and I just chuckled.
"Nothing, nothing is wrong..."
I said...
"Look, Geth, can I have little private time? And after then I wish to speak to the collective, there are things you must know."
I said as I already knew what to do. Geht was interesting species, and if given a chance, they could change the entire galaxy.
"As you wish, creator Mera and Geth collective are always there, but please clarify what truck did you speak about?"
Geth asked, and I chuckled.
"Nothing to worry about. You will understand at one time."
I said, and the Geth just walked out of the room.
Heh, for years, they observed organic interactions on Citadel, yet they are still so far away from understanding a mere joke...
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