บท 180: Upgrades
[Neural Management Nanites Injector detected, permission to Interface?: Flesh Administrator] the nanites ask, almost sounding eager to his ears.
...
He grips the Injector and squeezes it, causing the blunt blade to open up down the middle and reveal the actual injector within.
"You know, I didn't think I'd actually see this thing again... That the old man would've destroyed it after realising he'd expended the nanites..." he glances at the drone, still idly floating above him, "Maybe it's just a trap though? I don't recall having any allies in Arasaka, Wakako was always quiet about her contacts too, if they are the same person?... What if there's a virus on it, tailor-made for you?" he asks the Collective.
[We are prepared for such an attack. Our ascension of perception has made most attempts to subjugate us unviable. We will practise caution however, allow a few of our number to investigate... Will you allow us to Interface?: Flesh Adminstrator]
...
"Fine." he pulls out his Interface port and plugs it into the bottom of the knife before grimacing, static filling his vision as a progress bar displays itself in front of him.
[0.3% Progress]
[Please do not turn off systems while update takes place]
"This expected...?"
...
"Collective?" he asks again after not getting a response.
Again, nothing. The update continues and none of the nanites was responding... Unfortunately, there was little he could do about it. The only way to stop the update was to disconnect the Interface from his brain stem, something that would kill him if the nanites were truly out of action.
"Fuck..." he rests his head against the grimy alley wall behind him, "Guess I just have to wait and hope I don't turn into an Arasaka puppet..." he shoots a glare at the drone, "If this turns out badly I blame you."
It takes around an hour for the update to complete, but at least it wasn't boring... Outside the alley he could hear a huge gunfight occurring where the crater was, scavengers presumably hunting for whatever was dangerous enough to deserve a missile strike amongst the rubble.
[Update Complete. Thank you for your patience.]
...
"Collective?"
[Yes?: Flesh Administrator]
"You're alright? No viruses? No reset? No hidden kill switch?" he tentatively questions.
[None at all. We apologise for the delay, adapting the NMN Injector to our new system specifications and removing the ability for foreign interference was more difficult than anticipated. Would you like an update on our new capabilities?: Flesh Administrator]
...
"Er, depends on what it is?"
[We wish to subsume the Cyberware:Monowire, and integrate the technology into our database. The augments you have added will allow us to integrate new technology.]
"I dunno, I kinda need it right now..."
[We will return it expediently: Flesh Administrator]
...
"Fine, do it."
As soon as those words leave his lips a burning sensation occurs all down his left arm where the Monowire had been installed. The systems, metal, and plastics that'd been melded with his flesh quickly begin heating up, glowing a dull red a film of what looked like black sand left his skin and covered the Cyberware.
This process takes around thirty minutes, but once it was done he's left with a completely blank arm. Unscarred skin and no sign of any Cyberware. It's almost as if he'd never had the Monowire installed at all.
[Schematic created, would you like a list of technologies discovered?: Flesh Administrator]
"Uh, sure? Can you put the Monowire back too while you're at it?"
[Affirmative.]
His arm heats up again, but he ignores it and focuses on the rather large screen of information that opens up in his vision.
Composite Ceramic Protection : Highly resistant against Monomolecular edges, and most conventional bladed assaults(Click to proceed). Resistant against some acids(Click to proceed)...
Monomolecular Edge : One atom-thin edge that can cut all but the toughest or most specialised material(Click to proceed).
Bioelectric Battery : Rechargeable batteries that siphon electricity from the body(Click to proceed).
Wire Motor : Extends or retracts wire, cord, etc(Click to proceed).
Insulated Thermal Generator : Rapidly heat up materials up to 1500 Degrees, can be overcharged if necessary (Click to proceed).
Insulated/Hardened Plastics : Resistant against most acids(Click to proceed). Resistant to heat(Click to proceed).
...
Ori scrolls through it, ignoring the other metals and stuff the nanites had managed to extract from the Monowire. He wasn't entirely sure why the nanites were showing him this, unless they expected him to do something with it? Maybe install a Monowire on his right hand and both legs...?
He glances down at his left arm and tilts his head, unlike his original Cyberware, his new Monowire was almost entirely concealed under his skin, with only the wire slot visible. Of course, there were many changes elsewhere.
His entire left and right hand had turned completely black with the Composite Ceramic, which made them basically immune to any monomolecular attack, especially his own. His original plating had only segments on the palm and index finger.
While his skin felt a bit stiff from the hard material, it was almost like having calluses. Nothing all that intrusive. He liked it, at the very least it was added protection, something he'd need in the Combat Zone.
"Why not cover the rest of my arms with the Ceramic?"
[Not enough materials. Utilise the NMN Injector on viable subjects.: Flesh Administrator]
"Ah, right... Almost forgot." he mutters, gripping the NMN knife.
[Permission to Integrate?: Flesh Administrator]
"Sure...?" he mutters, blinking as the flesh around his right wrist opens up, tendrils of black powder pulling the knife out of his grasp and into the vacant hole.
Like a blanket, the flesh wraps it, sucking the knife under his skin as the uncomfortable sensation of his entire arm morphing to make room continues.
Another five minutes pass, and Ori's left with only a strange slot on the underside of his wrist, just below his hand. He tenses and the NMN Injector shoots forwards, the blunt blade opening up in preparation to inject his nanites... (Like Assassin's Creed Hidden Blade.)
"Huh... Cool." he utters, a grin forming on his lips.
[We aim to impress.: Flesh Administrator]
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บท 181: Subtract://Companion-Bot
"So, ya' wanna tell us what 'dat missile was about?" Jamarr questions as he and Xiaoyi sit opposite Ori as the merc shovels outrageous amounts of food into his mouth.
Ori shrugs in response, "Probably someone just trying to get rid of a dangerous psycho..." he says in between bites, already feeling his reserves restoring. The explosion had almost wiped out his fat storage since the nanites needed to use it to heal him, thankfully, it hadn't been enough to turn him into a skinny-ass zombie. There'd be questions if it had...
"And... 'Dat drone? Ya' didn't 'ave it when you first came..."
Ori glances over his shoulder at the drone which was still hovering behind him uncloaked. He'd thought that it would've left by now, but maybe his anonymous benefactor wanted the ability to contact him in future... Yeah, he'd deal with it in a minute.
"Managed to scavenge parts to rebuild it, might stick a machine gun on it...?" he shakes his head, "I'm only here to take a break, you weren't lying about the streets being a shitshow."
"We did warn you. I'm honestly surprised you came back in one piece though." Xiaoyi remarks.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence." he pulls out the tracker he'd been given. "I also stumbled across some discarded parts from my target. Cobbled this together, think you could help track him with it?"
Xiaoyi takes it and blinks, "You made this...? Quit pulling my leg and stop bullshitting me."
"Look, can you help or not? 'Cuz this'll cut the search time down by a lot."
...
"Fine."
The trio made their way to Cohen and hand him the device, allowing him to start triangulating the old man's location. It doesn't take long for them to find something.
Cohen zooms in a camera on one of the many entrances to the sewers, the manhole had been bent into a full right angle, and the area around the hole itself had been scuffed and bloodied. "Signal peters off around here, but I'm pretty sure we all know where it leads."
Ori sighs, "In the sewers again... Really..." he rubs his face before grabbing his stuff, his mangled revolvers and the stolen rifle.
"Hold up mon! Don' ya' want to chill out and wait a day? Ya' look tired as all hell!"
"I'm gonna grab the psycho and be out of this place by tomorrow. Not that I don't like your company, but for some strange reason I prefer the main city." with that, departs, leaving his bewildered 'friends' where they are.
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Out in the alleyway, he turns to the drone that kept following and pauses, "What is your purpose?"
...
He shrugs at the silence, before abruptly stabbing the Injector into it. Its jets fail as it sparks erratically, Ori holding it against the ground as a notification pops up in his peripheral.
[Permission to inject nanites and subsume technology?: Flesh Administrator]
"Do it."
With that command nanites stream out of the Injector, infecting every facet of the drone and pulling it apart piece by piece at a microscopic scale. The lights flickering across it quickly die down as more notifications open up as the absorption progresses.
[Technologies discovered]
Holographic Projection System-
Ori scrolls through the screen to reach the points of interest.
Inducted Jets : Propulsion system that allows flight and high speeds(Click to proceed). Bioelectricity Generators insufficient, external fuel source required(Click to proceed).
Optical Camoflague : Bends light waves to render the target unseen. Any EMP of any sort and severity will disable. Will need to be adapted for human use(Click to proceed).
While he wasn't surprised that the drone's jets were a no-go for him, it was a little disappointing. He'd probably need to carry a big ass battery on his back if he wanted to fly around however... And in that case, he might as well just buy a jetpack.
The optical camo however was usable. Though, this particular tech was designed for drones, it'd need to be mashed together with a bunch of other tech to make it viable as Cyberware, especially so if he wanted to have armour as well.
He glances down at the drone, or at least, what was left of it. Its metal was now turning black and streaming back into the injector, causing it to collapse in on itself as if it were a rotting carcass.
"Where's all the metal going?" he questions, knowing that large amounts of heavy metals would undoubtedly kill him if just stored in his bloodstream.
[We have created an organ to store processed materials. Your stomach, intestines, and other related organs have been dissolved to make room.: Flesh Administrator]
...
"Uh, what? I didn't catch that, it almost sounded like you removed some vital organs without my permission." he slowly replies.
[You gave Permission for us to 'Upgrade my digestive system'. As we can now break down any components at 100% efficiency, your organs are no longer required. We have left the Liver and Pancreas for now so that we may further catalogue all their functions.]
...
[We have also left part of your rectum, as we have found from research and our observation of you that some humans favour having things inserted.: Flesh Administrator]
"No... I like inserting, not receiving." he rubs the bridge of his nose while feeling around his abdomen. Truth enough, it was basically all now hard muscle, with no digestive organs needed to fuel the body, the nanites had elected to massive increase his core strength.
[We have named your new organ 'Repono metallum'. It will act to compress and store the materials you absorb. It comes equipped with radioactive shielding and other protection to assure no harm to the host is caused. Would you like us to elaborate?: Flesh Administrator]
"No..." he mutters, feeling like shit was moving a bit too quickly.
[Sufficient Materials have been found. Would you like us to make the alterations you requested previously?: Flesh Administrator]
"And what would that be?"
[Covering your arms in Composite Ceramic, we would recommend a mesh of Carbon Nanotubes and Titanium for further protection.: Flesh Administrator]
"Do it..."
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