Swapping Notes Sept 25, 2021 19:58:12 GMT -5
Post by K500 on Sept 25, 2021 19:58:12 GMT -5
Items: Arm Blaster, Battle Armor
K4's conscious mind was taking in the light — cast from holograms and machinery, too faint and far apart for the dark not to be overwhelming — and the saiyans floating in vats, of which there were too many, their life signals blurring into one mute whisper. He calculated, without wanting to, that he could save them easily. But their war wasn't his.
"I'm here to talk to Doctor Quantum." he said to all present, solid or otherwise, disrupting an hologram as he walked through it. He snatched a test tube as it slipped from blurred fingers, taking it to his visor.
The empty tube was labelled simply as 'Blood', with no mention of specie or type, only a list of elements and their percentages. He noted the values were unusual for tuffles and saiyans, as well as saibamen, the more usual lab rats on this half of the planet. He gave the test tube back before continuing his meander. The hologram dropped it immediately.
"My name is K414, and your work interests me." he addressed the genius directly — why pretend there was anyone else here? The bodies hard at work around him were not thinking, feeling creatures, but simple machines carrying out simpler orders. Shouldn't such tasks be given plain robots? To the cyborg, the meat and light approximations seemed grossly wasteful, even... cruel. Animal hatred standing in the way of progress.
"My experiments with solid light remain inconclusive. I can replicate the conditions, but the 'why' of the process eludes me. I understand you are the only worthwhile lead in the field, that everyone else is just following you." he sat on a chair sized for tuffles, in front of a vat holding the murky form of a saiyan. It reminded him of the green alien he had found, as a child, floating face-down on the Brine Pool. It was near an important moisture cache, and every damn time, K4 couldn't take his eyes away from the preserved body bobbing in the salt-rich waves. He was under a similar spell now. "Well? Make me a convert."
He could break open the vat, and capsule the body before it went into shock. He could repeat the process with everyone else. He could make himself an enemy to the Chancellorship, while at it, and add one more death sentence to the list. These idiot thoughts shouldn't be had in this place, or at all.