Welp, while I was watching Moonlight Rambler, this just came to me during
the last scene. I don't think that I'll end up writing it myself, which is
kinda a shame, since I think it's a cool idea. I've alread GOT one BGC
alterverse, and another one is kinda asking for it...
Anyways, here's what I typed up.
[Control]
[A BGC alterfic\idea by Nathan Baxter]
"Stop it... Stop..."
Wicked talons clenched closed, trying to crush Sylia's arm. The D.D. drew
it's free arm back, preparing to throw a punch that would tear her arm off
at the shoulder and cave in her ribcage.
"STOP IT, D.DEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!"
And it did. The D.D. froze, joints locked as its driving computer tried
frantically to withstand the furious assault of Sylvie's mind. For one
silent, singing moment, nothing moved.
Neither of the combatants in the mental struggle had been designed for it,
but neither were they helpless.
For a time, it had been fashionable among some of the cybernetically
enhanced community to enter into intercourse while jacked into your partner.
When designing the 33-S Genom had made a conscious effort to accommodate
_all_ preferences. They had also included anti-viral programming, so that a
33-S wouldn't be rendered... incapable... if it picked up something
unhygenic from its partner.
The D.D. was to be the weapon of the future. Its designers would have been
seriously remiss if they had neglected to provide at least token coverage
against computer warfare. Still, it was, first and foremost, a weapon of the
corporeal battlefield.
Sylvie won because she wanted to. It was as simple as that. She was throwing
herself into battle with all her heart and soul, and the J-1 was just
executing its programming. It only lasted as long as it did because it
operated slightly faster than she did.
And then the J-1 was gone, and she was in control.
No.
It wasn't gone; it was a part of her. She felt a curious duality, at once
alien and familiar, as she realized that she was receiving feedback from
both her original body and the D.D. body around it. She retracted the cable
links between the two, taking the information load onto the radio lodged
under her psuedo-sternum. Her intense awareness of being two things at once
faded slightly, as the D.D. body seemed to grow somehow... distant.
It was more than a little uncomfortable. She resolved never to de-link
fully. It might kill her. And speaking of killing...
"The bomb has stopped!" shouted the Pink Saber excitedly. It took only
moments for her to place the voice as Nene's.
She opened her ddhand, releasing White. "Don't worry," she said. "I'm in
control of myself now."
TO BE CONTINUED?
Be well.
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Nathan Baxter, Grand High Emperor of the Lobsters.
Author, Bubblegum^5, El Hazard: The Continuing World
(Now, if you've heard of both of these, THEN I'll be
impressed.)
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