FEMELLA AILUROS ARMATURA

By

POLYROBOTICS1

"We still do not have enough information, sir."

"I understand, now talk."

"It was several days before we received a call on the missing persons case. When we arrived at the location, there was no one there. The only other sign something was amiss is the window on the top floor being open."

"Well sir, the window looks to have been forced opened from outside but the actual design of it only gives us that. It was opened from within due to the alarm switch connected to it was turned off from the inside."

"What about the person, a mister John Doe Smith."

"First of all, this person lost all their memories a couple of years back. We first thought it was a false claim. It was discovered not to be the case. He truly did not have memories going back further than the time of the incident. At least if we truly believe what is written in the person's journal. So we think it had something to do with the company he works for."

"The only item out of place is this large metallic cat. Does anyone have any answers for that? No. Then find them."

~*~

"Hello John, time to wake up."

"What is going on here?"

"Oh nothing much John. Just thought you might want to see what happened to your prototype, along with what will happen to you."

"No this place was destroyed."

"Not really, I did get on the board through the use of my brains. Not like the treachery that seems so commonplace. Oh how do you like my new look?"

"How can this be? We removed the very capabilities you seem to be capable of."

"Now now now. You seem to forget that I plan around the use of contingencies or none at all. Sorry for bursting your concept of the world. What I did anyone can do. So for fun I will give you the same as I received. This pit will give you the gift of the micro machine revolution technology. As an added bonus your memories will be unlock if you can find the key."

"No you would not do this to me."

"Oh but I will."

~*~

"Now that the entire board of black projects, been collected. I will be storing you in a location of power. Side effects everyone, like this one, the only other primary problem is the genetic anomalies that were destroyed. Similar the Y chromosome is treated in the same way. Say buh bye to your manhood. Hello girlfriends. I will be letting you go as soon as you figure out how to have a personal existence while trapped within a computer program. Enjoy my sweet revenge or is it a taste of true justice. Good bye."

Chapter Two

"I am here gentlemen to kill one of you," says a very quiet voice. The person that the voice belongs to is hidden under a hooded cloak wearing a robe with an empty sword belt at the waist with the sword held in an armored hand.

The screams of outrage is silnced by the banging of a gavel by the head of the table.

"Silence! Who are you after?" says the ancient man.

"As I look around this room, many of you should be my target, but my contract does not include you. Only you," an armored hand is seen moving to point a finger at a single person.

"Why me the others..."

"Have no contract, you do." The sword is seen to be lifted above the hooded one's head, knocking the hood off the person's helmet. The helmet has eye lenses with a design to enhence one's hearing. The helmet fully encloses the person's face. The sword is seen as a very large blade to large to be held as it seems to be. Bringing down the weapon so that the edge goes into the person's skull coming out near the chin. Cleans off the sword. Puts it into the sheath while walking out of the room.

"Stop him." comes through the screams of others.

Security forces move in very fast with their guns firing and becoming very useless. The rounds are seen bouncing off an energy field. The security force of four surrounds the armored individual. This person is seen locking their sword in its sheath rotating the blade so that it is parallel to the floor. All of sudden the personnel on the blade side are attack. The one in front is kick in the chest with a bone crunching sound, while the person at the rear gets hit with the blade casing rotating at groin level removing them from the fight. The guys on the other side move to strike. The one in front is stopped by a punch straight to the jaw, effectively snapping it into two. The one from the rearward direction knocks down the armored person. The last person finds his one of his legs broken with the elbow on that side. The other arm is seen grabbing the persons chest pulling them into the floor so hard that their forehead is treated as an egg. The armored person takes their time getting off the floor. When standing rotates their neck while straightening up their clothes. Walks over to the elevator and disappears before reaching the ground floor where extra security forces await.

* * *

"Grandfather, how did I do?"

The chairman of the board is seen. "You did very well today my granddaughter."

"Thank you."

Chapter 3

At a site of mass destruction.

"Coroner you have your orders."

"Detective you do not order around the crime scene people."

"Chief, you can shut up. First the Chairman is dead, so is your power base. Second this destruction was carried out by the cat. I mean this photo will be made bigger for my office as a poster. Look at it, the entire beauty of it all. An outer armor layer just fragmenting apart before te second set of explosives goes off to shred the building. Even more impressive is that only one window down the way was cracked by the over pressure, while the debris field is only ten units from the heart. Third your little friend, who may become my greatest headache is over there, and yes it is the same person that killed J.R.K."

"Hold it detective J.R.K.?"

"J.R.K. was the initials of the person that had his face removed at yesterday's board meeting. The Chairman, himself, most likely made that contract. For though I look like the youngest member on the force, I am older than our ship. I know for a fact that his building had a second set of elevators set right behind the first. Now then as I was saying the technology of the cat was made available due to the core properties of this very vessel. And lastly your audio file about the plan is worthless by itself, due to you will have to remember that the Chairman's house has been divided for some time and his granddaughter was finally making peace within the family, Now that child will be praised for the deed. I know if we were on your genetic homeworld we would not be trying to even find out who did this. You would just spin it into your personal favor, while burying the fact that the grandchild was transgender as a final favor. Now a days, not so much. And anyways my orders override yours due to they come from the Captain."

The Chief gulps and visible pales.

"Day Sir."

* * *

"Boss this just came for you from the coroner."

"As I thought, Now then I am back to square one."

"Sir?"

"Due to the Chief's idiocracy, I had a gene sequence match done on all of the bodies. The coroner just confirmed that the entire family is wiped out."

"But sir, then who is the armored individual?"

Chapter four

"I hear you have been looking for me."

"Yes."

"Good, I get to kill you.'

"Not here. Innocents. Follow."

"So this is your fabled personal craft."

"Yes."

The armored individual is seen drawing out their blade.

"Time to die"

"Let us board and go to the combat center."

"Alright."

"HIGH EXPLOSIVES DETECTED. CANCELING ALL INTERCONNECTIONS TO MAIN VESSEL. CLOSING ALL PORTS."

"Bomb. Damn. How..."

"Long? Momenti. Good bye Detective."

"This is ..."

Chapter 5

"My name is Cwen, but how come I thought it to be John?"

"Easy, they used a mind stamper on you. When you gained consciousness after their attack you began living as a John Doe. You had a personality of a bigot, racist, homophobe implanted. So you fought against it by becoming our worst possible threat."

"Can I get my full body back?"

"Yes, just become one with your final split personality."

"You mean Femella Ailuros Armatura? All right. How much of the micro machines do we have?"

"One septillion or one sixth the planets weight. Do you want it all?"

"Yes and please gift wrap it."

"Will do my Queen and it will be nice to see in full battle regalia."

THE END?

FEMELLA AILUROS ARMATURA

By

POLYROBOTICS1

"We still do not have enough information,
sir."

"I understand, now talk."

"It was several days before we received a
call on the missing persons case. When we
arrived at the location, there was no one
there. The only other sign something was
amiss is the window on the top floor being
open."

"Well sir, the window looks to have been
forced opened from outside but the actual
design of it only gives us that. It was
opened from within due to the alarm switch
connected to it was turned off from the
inside."

"What about the person, a mister John Doe
Smith."

"First of all, this person lost all their
memories a couple of years back. We first
thought it was a false claim. It was
discovered not to be the case. He truly
did not have memories going back further
than the time of the incident. At least if
we truly believe what is written in the
person's journal. So we think it had
something to do with the company he works
for."

"The only item out of place is this large
metallic cat. Does anyone have any answers
for that? No. Then find them."

~*~

"Hello John, time to wake up."

"What is going on here?"

"Oh nothing much John. Just thought you
might want to see what happened to your
prototype, along with what will happen to
you."

"No this place was destroyed."

"Not really, I did get on the board through
the use of my brains. Not like the
treachery that seems so commonplace. Oh
how do you like my new look?"

"How can this be? We removed the very
capabilities you seem to be capable of."

"Now now now. You seem to forget that I
plan around the use of contingencies or
none at all. Sorry for bursting your
concept of the world. What I did anyone
can do. So for fun I will give you the
same as I received. This pit will give you
the gift of the micro machine revolution
technology. As an added bonus your
memories will be unlock if you can find the
key."

"No you would not do this to me."

"Oh but I will."

~*~

"Now that the entire board of black
projects, been collected. I will be
storing you in a location of power. Side
effects everyone, like this one, the only
other primary problem is the genetic
anomalies that were destroyed. Similar the
Y chromosome is treated in the same way.
Say buh bye to your manhood. Hello
girlfriends. I will be letting you go as
soon as you figure out how to have a
personal existence while trapped within a
computer program. Enjoy my sweet revenge
or is it a taste of true justice. Good
bye."

Any problems with editing and related
subjects are mine. Email author by
hotmail.

Femella Ailuros Armatura

by POLYROBOTICS1

Chapter Six

"Listen up, people. First the spinal cord, will be replace with a reinforced version. We will be doing a full internal replacement at the same time. What I mean; heart, lungs, both kidneys, liver, intestines, and spleen. Yes this is the works. Ribcage will be replace, same as before."

"Sir, will we be able to implement the my personal project?"

"Yes, you will. What is it?"

"Why all of these body hardening bones?"

"This particular model will be given to a mercenary, who has lost the use of their body. I would not normally sell the person on one of our sex models. This person has agreed to pay us, meaning the company, five million. Now on just one body, we will make almost pure profit. The mercenary could not modify this sale. So all that we will receive is the brain. Everything else will be left behind. The final model will not be war machine capable, but a reasonable facsimile of a highly athletic and human killing machine. Do you understand, good let us finish this design session.

*~*~*

"Cwen keeps calling, sir."

"Let her, down here I am GOD."

"Yes, Sir."

*~*~*

"Send this package out."

"Yes, Doctor."

"It is a true shame that this particular soldier is dead."

*~*~*

"Boss, the organ has arrive."

"Get busy then."

*~*~*

"Take down that plane."

*~*~*

"Child, stay here."

"O-kay."

*~*~*

The packing material unwraps a case that releases breathable liquid oxygen. Cold enough to put out the closer flames via high pressure release.

*~*~*

"The bathroom is this way."

*~*~*

"Senator, you are under arrest for trafficking in a transexual slave. Come with me. Personally I don't mind the fact that the person was enslave, but a sissy is what is going to get you killed."

*~*~*

*~*~*

BOOM

*~*~*

"Well the bruises are coming along nicely and you finally woke up from your fainting dear but can you tell me why you fainted?"

"L-l-l-looked in the mirror."

Any problems with editing and related subjects are mine. Email author by hotmail.

"My name is UGLY" by POLYROBOTICS1

Chapter 2

What's next for Teratic. Now that she is in the care of the local authorities.

"My name is UGLY" by POLYROBOTICS1

Chapter 2

"Natsume who is that?"

"This is Teratic. Found near the crime scene, Sir."

"How near?"

"Close enough to be disturbed by our arrival, last night."

"Understood."

"So Sir, I have to see if this is just another runaway or an orphan?"

"Okay Natsume, the system is open."

"Thanx."

"So kid let's get these gloves off. Apoptosis did not accour I see."

*My fault.*

"What do you mean?, Natsume."

"Well Teratic, the look at your hand and mine, do you see any differences?"

"Yes. you have gaps."

"Most to almost all of the people have experience apoptosis. You on the other hand have not."

"Is this good?"

"Not necessary, Teratic. Others can be cruel."

"You mean prejudice, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"Well it looks like we will need to get you tested, Teratic after your medical examine."

"Okay, Natsume."

"Now then, I have to run your fingerprints. Can you place your pointer here?"

"Which one?"

"You seem to not understand do you?"

"Never heard that before, Natsume, I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"Okay this is finger I need, good scan let's get them all on in, right middle, right ring, right pinkie, right thumb, left pointer, left middle, left ring, left pinkie, and finally left thumb. Now then sending it. What's wrong honey?"

"I can't read yet. I'm sorry but I don't think an IQ test would work."

"Yes it well, Most IQ tests outside of school are given orally."

"Oh."

"Dont sweat it."

"Thanx, Natsume."

"Now I'm going to put you down to call the doctor, okay."

"Okay."

Natsume pulls out a cell phone. Speed dials a number. "Can I speak to my dad? Thank you. Tired but I have a very unique situation. I truly need his professional help. Thanx mom. Hi dad, can you and mom make a trip up here to look at a kid? Very irregular. Apoptosis has not accured. Amnesia at the very least. Abandonment at most. I won't know until the search is completed. Up to seventy-hours, then I have to take the kid to the orphanage. Alright see you both then. Thanks."

"My parents will be here in a bit, Teratic. Shall we get food?"

My stomach answer for me. I giggle.

"Let's get you some food. Sergeant Teratic and I are going for breakfast."

"Alright stay in touch."

"This is my car and you get the special seat."

Car starts with the radio blasting.

"Still no new information in the cold blooded murder of local truency officer Jolly Roy Darren. But the biggest question the authorities seems to have is how a set of handcuffs ended up in his car. They are still looking for any eyewitnesses from the area with hightened determination. Stay with us for more ... Humanity, Denise' first band. So what ar... Click.

"I apoligize for that but I forgot that I left it on. I don't think your quite ready for my type of music. So what do you want for breakfast?"

"I don't know Natsume what's good?"

"Well Teratic I would recommend eggs, bacon, suasages, breakfast ham, waffles, pancakes, and toast. But with your small size I don't think you could handle that."

"Is most of that available in one serving?"

Natsume laughing says, "Yes in an omlette."

"Okay. Omlette sounds good." giggling.

"Alright were nearly there. This is a very excellent eatery. I won't ever call it a restaurant. They serve only breakfast foods. Oh before we go remind me, I need to get donuts for everyone."

"Donuts?"

"Yes, donuts," Natsume sighs, "Looks like I have some stuff to teach you before your culture shock. Here we are. Alice's Restaurant."

"So do we meet Alice?" asks Teratic as both leave the car.

"Lock it up, and no. Here you go. Does this place meet your approval?" asks Natsume.

"Yes it does."

"Hello, Nats, what's up, lover?" says a female uniform employee.

"Nothing much," as Natsume leans over and gives the other girl a lip lock kiss. "But I see you lost another bet." Natsume laughs.

"Yes," says the girlfriend, with the name tag Bruce.

"What was it this time?" Natsume questions.

Bill answers in the sweetest voice that could boil a man's blood, turn a straight woman gay, and make wet dreams come true, "A race up north, Timson, third."

"So long as the person you lost to, let you keep what makes me happy, I don't mind the look," says Natsume.

"Thank you, dear. So what can I get you?" Bruce asks.

"I'll need a booth for myself and my companion," Natsume points right at me. "Then well order."

"Oh hello," says Bruce as she bends down. "My name is Bruce." While she gives me a hug.

"My name is Teratic."

"So dear who did lose to?" asks Natsume.

Bruce points at a very poor passing guy. "The 'Rabbit'."

Natsume laughs. "So who was Jessica rooting for?"

"Parker, came in second." As Bruce led us to our booth, "So are we ready to order?"

"A country Omlette for my guest, and my usual."

"Skipped dinner again. Alright, but do you need the donuts before you leave again?" Bill questions.

"Yes, make a double at minimum, Feds are showing up today."

"Gotcha."

"Chocolate milk, and o.j. for the kid. Coffine for myself."

"Ouch, I can't give you that, we can't sell it all."

"Today you can, I need most of it to go," replies Natsume.

"Understood, one pot of Coffine to go," Bruce sighs.

"So you have to tell me who did your cosmetics this morning?"

"Easy the Beauty Emporium, I'll be right back with your goods."

During most of this conversation, I have been looking around. Mom and pop places don't change that much. The clothing designs are more varied than expected but not by much. Uh oh. Troublemakers. Three of them.

"Hello chicks, we get to have some fun. You should not have chosen this blind spot. Now Remove those clothes girls," Says the lead guy, drunkenly.

As Natsume and Bruce are just starting to react to this guy. I respond with the training. Letting my backpack slip down my arms until the far one to the person receives the strap from the backpack. Grabbing my knife in my other hand. I jump high, twisting so that my backpack strikes my opponent hard. Breaking the guys face open as I land. The other two start moving foward as both Bruce and Natsume strike at them. Bruce hits his at the junction between the legs. Natsume rises with her gun out, pointing at her target, calmly pulls the hammer back.

"Hello Marcus you, and your goon squad can have two options I take you in, get you fixed up, and in front of a judge for sentencing, or I let you leave right now," Says Natsume.

"Third option, I get to play!" Manical laughter from Teratic.

"Choose now," from Bruce.

Truths and Threats

"My name is UGLY" by Polyrobotics1

Chapter 3

"Oops time up," from Natsume.

As I begin to move in for the kill, everything and everyone disappears. Landing on a dark, floor?

*Hello Teratic.*

I get up from my startle state. "Hello?" Scanning with all senses, wishing for my favorite weapon. When it suddenly appears in my hand. Quietly, "I don't have that capability, so we must be inside my own mind." Calmly forming a chair while making the motion of sitting.

*That is correct. I have been running several scenarios and testing out a high future probability at the same time, while making corrections to your body, to match the native life. Studying you has been tricky, interesting, and fruitful. Your capacity for violence is precedence. Ah, now I have found it, the why of your violence. I have never seen violence of this level ever lock into the core genetics. I'll have to leave it alone for now. Your training is given priority; peace will be your new skills. Oh and I wouldn't worry about the gap in your memory. Though if you remember it will because of yourself. Stop operating on instinct. You'll fail, life requires more.*

"Whom are you? And what are you doing in my head?"

*Both questions will be answered by yourself in due time.*

Furiously I scream, "No, now!"

*Sorry but you must learn the truth on thy own. The only things I have block in your head is the information on your new found friend. Overall if we can get a some solid time I will help you learn to read.*

"Is this how...?"

*Yes.*

"Don't do that ever again!!"

*Sorry.*

"So this body is your idea."

*No, but you do have a problem right now.*

"What's that?"

*Poison.*

"You did this?"

*Again no, your own people. If it weren't for the fortuitous accident, which allowed me to alter your genetic structure you would be dead. These people do not have the same problems with the poison as your original genetics.*

"I'll destroy them."

*Not likely. By the time we would be able to leave this planet, those that supplied the poison, will have died.*

"Argh! Why are we talking about this?"

*Easy emotional manipulation. Limits do exist and I am operating around yours. It is why you killed that person but you have not terminated Natsume as your standing orders demand.*

"So you are a threat."

*Only to your old leaders, they would terminate you with extreme prejudice if they could track us. You need rest, A deep coma will help you heal, but for now. Wake ...*

"...Up, Teratic," Says Natsume. "We have to take off your gloves," as words seem to produce the actions, "to take your fingerprints."

Teratic yawns while Natsume lifts my glasses.

"Come on open your eyes. That's a better, baby eye." The shades fall back into place with my head falling to her shoulders. "Hey, we still ha..."

...Ep. Splat. Beep. Splat. Boop. Beep. Splat. Boop. Beep. Splat.

"Uhg," As I once again wake up.

*Hurry up, threat detected*

"Okay, okay. I'm up. What's the target?" whisper tiredly while scanning a room.

*First your cloths and equipment is in that dresser.*

{Thanks.} I look at the locks at my wrists and on my body a very thin cloth. {Threat.}

*Hashshashin*

"What?" Surprise. {There supposed to have been eliminated by my military. Just great}

*That is the rumor.*

{Alright. How do we stand?} Grabbing the frame, bending up until breaking the frame, until it breaks. Sliding out the wrist straps.

*Two local medium time units. Eight of yours once the alarms begin.*

{Tight but this is normal. No time for subtle. Is there anything else?} One hand ripping and tearing the sensors and drips, the other the clothing.

*Battle enhancements engaging for your use. Require sleep after words for recharge. Time unit is twelve in two.*

Alarms going off. No time. Lift and twist body towards my stuff. Lands near my stuff.

Lose of one time unit. Found my stuff. Jumpsuit. Pants. Second time unit lost. Shirt. Coat. Backpack. Third gone. Knife. Wrist unit. Activation Sequence. Gloves. Shades. Fourth unit up. Hood up while moving to my boots. Boots on. Fifth gone. ~Actus armare,~ input through wrist unit. Have to wait through two. Block door. Lost of one unit. One left. Open window. Climb through and wait. Control breathing. Time up. Armor out. Weapons translate in. Leoht actus gravis. Jump down. Even with the full battle frame this is not fun. Crouch and run.

*Second one on left*

{Confirm.}

The person moves to intercept. Faster than expected. Grab, tuck and roll. Thrown. Twist, Come on Twist. Good. While sliding back on landing, rapid hard kinetics out. I love my railgun. Basically inertialess, but leaves enemy dead. Got a second look at the hashshashin. Native appearance. Lousy clothing. Flat black. Give me a break. Excellent penetration of head. Perforation of skull. Termination. {Confirmation.}

*Termination confirm.*

{Time.}

*On two towards three.*

Moving. Long jog thanks to the grav cancelor faster and longer.

*First hashshashin close.*

{Thanks. Where?}

*Near Ailuros.*

{Not good. The queen must not know that I am here. Where is she?}

*Heading on in to the hospital.*

{Then I better hurry.}

Heading back towards the building. Pause. Railgun at the ready. Single shot. Terminating target. {Confirmation.}

*Target is terminated but next time try to remember the spine can also spray.*

{Instructors tried to teach me that as well. Heading back to the room.}

Powering down suit and translating out the extra equipment while putting the room back together. Getting back on top of the bed. Waiting.

{So does Ailuros know that I am here?}

*No.*

{Good.}

Soft pounding is heard on the door. As the door opens, "Hello, lunch time your pack of sucrose. Oh my, your awake."

"Doesn't look very appetizing," I say.

*You could use it though.*

{Keep quiet.}

Finishes laughing. "I better get your doc. But first can I interest you in the standard poison, err food, that is being serve to our prisoners, umm patients." says the orderly.

"First day, I take it," I respond.

"Naw, but considering that we have someone who runs one of the best diners in town. I joke with the patients all the time. So let's get you some of this good stuff. Then I have to get your doctor."

"Alright."

To be Continue

Should I Continue?

"My name is UGLY" by Polyrobotics1

"Drop from hyperspace. Prepare the sub-light drives to manual."

"Manual is not allowed, by the current treaties. Captain what are you doing?"

"Bypass is nearly complete. Removing flight box. Seeing if an empty photon torpedo case can be found."

"I will have to report you to the proper authorities when we get to the star base."

"Report away, if your still functional."

"Captain?"

"Oh sorry, but the only way to land on the primitive world in this sector is to become a meteor like object. I will survive. Finally got it out. If you will excuse me, this has to be installed before those that are tracking us arrives."

"I am back. Targeting jump gate. Prepare the solar sails. All anti-matter and nuclear weapons target to the stern. Range 5000. Fire when ready."

"Travel time calculated at six hours plus."

"Thank you."

"Captain what makes this mission special."

"The package in question must not fall into enemy hands, that is all my orders are. So we make the sacrifice for going home. Prepare crash pod for use."

"I will need new scans."

"Understood."

"Computer?"

"Yes, sir."

"It was good working with you."

"You too sir. Good night and good bye."

"Good bye."

"Initaiting automatic self destruct system."

* * *

Error in regeneration process. New genetic material needed.

* * *

New genetic material acquired. Replacing damage code.

* * *

Brain has reached development necessary for storage. copying mental pathways.

* * *

Copy complete. Begin verification.

* * *

Verification complete. Turning off regeneration chamber now.

* * *

Regeneration chamber off. Initiating capsule opening.

* * *

Darkness, no night. Single satellite. Stars. Forest. Clothing, yes. I seem to be small. Why? Oh! Oh well, lucky to be alive. Wrist unit. Lock location. Shades. Cap. Coat. Gloves. Knife. Hood out and up. Backpack. Rations, yuck, wish I had bought the best tasting variety instead. Seal.

Lights, that way. Moving out.

Check for standard communication frequencies.

Nothing.

Oh yes, lesser frequencies.

"...Of Sisters newest hit. Now from the classic sounds of Jen..."

This will do. I just wish I understood the words, but good music is good music.

Tired, good night.

Star out. Bright. More bad rations.

Oh well, check position, get moving.

I hate field rations, have I mentioned how bad they are?

Starting to understand a few words on communications.

A city.

Just great a distance that I don't like.

Looks like two days travel time.

Cliff. No fun. Rations again, I'm going to be sick. Going down freestyle.

Got to do a suicide.

Catch. Catch. Catch! CATCH! Cought. Slow the body down.

Move, the star is heading for the horizon.

No time for subtle.

Move it. Come on got to move it. Star nearly gone. Have to get to the bottom safely. Bottom. Star gone. Rations, evil. Sleep. Good night.

Star in sky. Rations must have been the design of the devil. No one else would create such a demonic eadibles.

Nearly master the language from the radio frequencies.

This is ridiculous. At least this terrain is relatively flat. Excellent travel time. Bad area. No way out at least something to be thankful for. Set sensors to wake me if any one else enters here. Rations, scourge of taste. Sleep.

Awaken once more due to the local star shining. Rations how desperate I must be to eat these. Slowly moving into a nicer neighborhood.

Whoop.

Whoop.

"Hey, kid, didn't you hear me?"

Time has caught up to me. Looks to be some sort of official vehicle.

"Kid, stop."

"Thanks, now what are you doing out here?"

"Walking."

"Can you take off your shades?"

"I could but I rather not."

"You trying to be smart?"

"Not yet."

"Your name?"

""

"Teratic"

"Close enough."

"I'm Roger."

"Roger, Roger."

"I wish that line did not appear."

I look at Roger quizzically.

"Do you not understand the reference?"

"No."

"So Teratic, we need to get you home."

"Have none."

"What do you mean, have none?"

"I don't have a home, I just travel from place to place."

"What about your parents?"

"None."

"Your family must be worried, Teratic."

"Not at all. I have no family."

"Why not?"

"Amnesia."

"You seem to be coherent enough."

"Roger, cognition of the condition does not guarantee that the condition is not real. So I gave myself the name you asked for."

"Well lets get you down to the station. There we can find out about your family."

"How?"

"Through you finger prints."

"Finger prints?" Looking at my gloved fingers.

"Yes. Now shall you get in, so we can find your family."

"Alright."

Roger opens the car door. He's much bigger than me. I slide in and close the door. My arm closer to Roger suddenly gets handcuffs put on. My far arm reflexively slides my knife out. Swinging the blade, cutting through the metal of the cuffs. The return goes through most of Roger's chest. I bring the blade back, driving it into his head, then down to the crotch area. I leave the vehicle and him to his trouble.

A short distance away from the car. I carefully finish removing the cuff. Put the knife away. Look at the remains of the cuff before stuffing it in a coat pocket. I move rapidly away. A very short distance later I walk around the corner and hide.

I wait a bit for the local authorities. They seem to have the same lackadaisical attitude, that neighborhoods like this tend to bring out. Most of the time is spent in trying to learn who Roger was. Seems he was using an alias.

I wait it out tonight. Looks like I have to once again survive on the poison of the devil, ration packs. The great demon must have had a hernia when this stuff hit the market from the laughter.

My sleep is undisturbed.

Must be poison. Has to be poison. I mean, medicine does not taste this bad.

Activate the cleaning mode in my gear.

During my walk, I toss the last of the cuffs down a drain.

Oops, local authorities ahead. Spotted me. Let's see how this situation pans out.

This one bends at the knees to get eye level. "Hello dear."

"Hello."

"Can you tell me why you're not at school?"

"I just arrive in this city."

"I'm Natsume, what's yours?"

"."

"Teratic?"

"Close."

"Can you say it once more?"

"."

"Teratic."

"Acceptable. I doubt anyone can get it with ease. So what is happening, Natsume?"

"We are investigating a murder. I have to ask if you know anything about it."

"Not much, just that your friends were very noisy last night before I went to sleep."

"Anything else?"

"Nope, unless you consider this stuff criminal?" I hold out a ration pack.

She opens it to the following words, "What died?" Gagging.

"Don't know, don't care. They all the food I currently have."

"Not anymore."

"Marcus, I'm taking Teratic to the station."

"Go right on ahead. You look green. Are you sick?"

"Not until I had a wiff of this," holding out the ration pack she was given.

He takes the pack and opens it, before promptly closing it. Moving rapidly to the rear of his vehicle grabbing an evidence bag. Shoves the rations into it. Grasps a sticker and puts it on the bag.

"Mark I quite agree, it is a biohazard. Teratic do you carry anymore?"

Whispering and cowering, "yes."

"What was that?" Mark asks.

"Yes." a little louder.

"Put them in this please," Natsume asks as she pulls out a large bag.

I dump out of the main section of my backpack the rest of the rations. Natsume gives them over to her partner.

"Now lets get you to the station."

"Alright Natsume. I am sorry."

"Don't worry about it Teratic. Now please come along."

"Okay."

Natsume opens the passenger car door. I get into the seat. Buckle up and lose consious just after the door closes. This single thought through my mind "Safe."

My door open, belt remove. "I have you," in my ear from Natsume. Slip back into darkness.