Chapitre 5: Modifications
Rick's blueprints were astonishingly detailed, each line and note revealing the depth of his genius. But that didn't deter me. With my newly acquired photographic memory, every intricate piece of information was absorbed, cataloged, and stored with perfect clarity.
After consuming the mushroom, my mind had transformed. It was as if every piece of knowledge that entered my brain was permanently etched into my consciousness. I meticulously studied Rick's blueprints, committing each one to memory. Time became irrelevant as I lost myself in the sheer volume of Rick's work, but eventually, I had memorized every single detail.
The majority of Rick's designs focused on advanced technological modifications to the human body. It made sense, considering that Rick himself was hardly human anymore. Most of his internal organs had been replaced with cutting-edge technology, and his body was laced with additional defense mechanisms designed to protect his heart and brain in times of peril.
These enhancements weren't just impressive—they were vital. Rick had become immune to every known human disease, and his physical abilities had been amplified to their maximum potential. Strength, speed, endurance—everything was enhanced far beyond the limits of ordinary humans.
I knew I'd eventually follow in Rick's footsteps, transforming my own body with these same modifications. But not today. A glance at my phone revealed how late it had gotten, and exhaustion washed over me. I left Rick's underground base, the weight of the knowledge I had acquired settling in, and made my way to my room. As soon as I hit the bed, sleep claimed me.
When I awoke, sunlight was streaming through the window, filling my room with a warm, golden light. I blinked against the brightness, the fog of sleep slowly lifting.
'So it wasn't a dream.'
For a moment, as I woke, I'd half-believed that everything that had happened yesterday was nothing more than a strange, vivid dream. But as awareness returned, the reality of it all settled in. It had been real.
I checked my phone. It was still early, the house quiet, likely because it was Sunday morning and everyone else was still asleep. I made my way into the living room, then directly to the garage.
I opened the entrance to Rick's underground base and descended into the lab. The familiar metallic scent filled the air, and the dim lighting cast long shadows over the workbenches, which were cluttered with technological components and half-finished devices.
"I guess it's time to become a cyborg," I muttered, steeling myself for what was to come.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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