Oh hell, I'm bored, I'm insomniac, and I've just penned (keyed?) another 5k
of TtP Book 2...so it's time for 2 more entries of God's Toychest!

For those of you who don't remember, these are random ideas for my God's Toy
series.


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This one from Flashman:

     Guile felt pain, shock and anger.  Not necessarily in that order.

     Anger was first, as he looked over at the body of his dead
friend, Nash.  Pain came next, as he looked at the grinning, laughing
madman that was the cause of Nash's demise, M. Bison.  The man who
had sent him into a wall with a casual gesture, was now paying no
attention to Guile at all.
     Confusion, however, overided all of Guile's other emotions as he
looked at the kid who appeared to be the same height as Bison, but
lacked much of the imposing physical mass.
     The kid had appeared out of nowhere, blinked and then noticed
his surroundings.  He took one look at him, then at Bison, then at
the mind controled Chun Li and asked, as he looked upward, "What did
I do THIS time?"

God's Toy II V

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    Waking up in a decimated town that's littered with bodies isn't exactly
high on Chris' list of fun things.

    He started to look at each of the bodies, seeking a survivor.  As he
checked each one, he was horrified by what he saw: each one no matter age or
size, had been pummeled to death in a way that just couldn't be possible.

    The feeling of a pair of presences, each one radiating a great deal of
power, brought Chris' head up with a snap, and he gazed towards the
direction they seemed to be coming from.  The ground?  No, there, in the
air!  Two streaks of light coming in his direction at amazing speed.
Looking closer, he saw...

    A midget.

    And a child.  With green skin.  Like the people around him.

    The fliers paused, and then streaked down towards him.  They landed in
front of him, and stared at him in amazement.

    "Ne, Dende-san?  I thought all the Namekians had been killed!"

    "So did I," the child replied.  "Only me, the Elder, and Neil were
left."  He frowned at Chris.  "Who are you?  I don't know you, and I know
all my people."

    Chris slowly looked down at himself, a clinical portion of his mind
taking in the sights.  A very muscled body, quite unlike his.  With green
and pink skin.  He swiviled his eyes upward and noticed two antennas.

    After a second, he openned his mouth, and the following came out.

    "It's not easy, being green..."

God's Toy Z

(Oh, come on, you were expecting it!)

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    Alita blinked the fluid out of her eyes, astonishment fighting with
sheer joy in her heart right now.  "Figure?"

    The scruffy fighter held her naked body like it was an eggshell, gaping
openly.  "You're alive," he said softly, and hugged her tightly.  "ALIVE!"
He began to shower her with kisses despite Alita's weak protests.

    "Oh wow," Koyomi breathed, and then brought up her camera quickly.
"This is SO cool!" she squealed as she began snapping pictures.

    "Stop...Figure...stop," Alita protested, not able to help a few giggles
she tried to fend him off.  "STOP!" she suddenly shouted.  Figure froze, and
she struggled to have him set her down.

    It was a shock, actually feeling the ground, the air, everything with a
real body.  Somehow, Alita's brain remembered all the sensations, but they
were unfamiliar, like the paths they used were old and overgrown with other
memories, and the trail had to be blazed once more.  Alita tried to take a
step, and stumbled.  Figure caught her, and she smiled at him.  She pointed
towards the wall, and said "Break it."

    Figure's foot went through it was tissue paper.

    They were in a short tunnel, at the end of which there came upon another
nodule like the one Alita was in, this one smaller, less developed, and
embedded into the wall.  Ropy strands came in and out of the nodule.  Alita
pointed to it again, and Figure sat her down before tearing the thin
covering open.  A gush of fluid exploded from it, and he looked inside.  He
blinked, and reached into the cavity, pulling tearing out a head and torso
of a cyborg that was attached to a number of the ropy strands.

    "Set him here," Alita commanded.  Figure did as she asked, and watched
as she prodded and poked at the head and torso, gasping as she pinched or
pricked a finger on the internal workings.

    "Who is he?" Figure asked.

    "His name is Chris," Alita replied as she fiddled.  "While I was
being...grown," she paused and shuddered.  "I was kind of going crazy from
the isolation, and somehow he got hooked into the...plant.  He told me the
most amazing stories while I was waiting.  They were so real, almost like I
was living them."  The head suddenly jerked, and the eyes flickered open.
"Finally!"

    The eyes focused on her, and then the face frowned in concentration.
They then flickered over to Figure, and frowned again.  "Who..."

    "Don't you remember me?" Alita pleaded.  "I'm Alita.  You told me all
those stories."

    "Stories?"  The frown again, and then a sort of quick head shake.  "No.
No.  Who...am I?  What stories did I tell?"

***

    "I suppose this will do," Chris said as he watched the blades in his
body's forearms extend and retract.

    "I should hope so," Kaos said amusedly.  "It cost me enough to have this
built.  The body should be fast, you'll be able to run like the wind."

    "Are you sure about this, Chris?" Alita asked again.  "Maybe I
should..."

    "NO," he said forcefully.  "You stay here with Figure.  I've been told
the stories, you deserve the peace.  I have to do this.  It just...feels
right this way.  Alone."  He paused, and looked out the window of the
cyberdoc's recovery area.  "I have to find out who I am - if all those
stories you say I told you were really true."

God's Toy: The Search For Memory

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Christopher Angel
c_j_angel@hotmail.com