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Bio Mods for Unselie - Reaver Company Inc. - 12-19-2006
Planet: Manhatten
Location: Superiority Tower
Time: 12/18/806; 4:36 PM
Ushered past the large front entrance, Unselie was lead past the ornately furnished lobby and into the chrome and plexi-glass lift-tubes. Rising up and up, higher then the cloud level, the lift finaly stopped its dizzying ascent into the higher levels. The guard motioned Unselie forward, down the lushly carpeted and richy decorated hallway into one of the offices where a man dressed in a white lab coat, kahkies, white button up shirt and a black tie sat at a real wooden desk, laden with printouts and a holoscreen flickering in one corner.
"Miss Unsilie? Hi, I'm doctor Michal Brown, and I'll be your advisor for now. Please, take a seat!" The Doctor gestured to one of the comfy looking swivle chairs in front of his desk and cleared away the papers.
"So, what exactly are you looking for from this xeno-sculpt?"
Bio Mods for Unselie - Unseelie - 12-20-2006
Umm, She drew her arms in close, shivering in the standard seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit, sits. Wingsah, specifically, I want wings similar to a dragonflys wings, but, of course, they would have to be considerably larger, and, ah. . . I would probably need an extra pair. They need to be operable. She stops, chews her lip. are you familiar with the Sympetrum Genus? Brown tilted his head, began to speak, she cut him off. Never mind, I have it here Unselie drew a bulging envelope from her bag, tossed it on his desk.
She glanced down, observed, apparently for the first time, the angry scars covering her hand and arm. Startled, she snapped it back, and drew her knees up.
Bio Mods for Unselie - Reaver Company Inc. - 12-20-2006
Brown glanced up at Unselie for a moment before reaching down to the bag before him. Holding it up to the light, the doctor studied the wings of the creature imprisoned within the plastic.
"Yes... Yes, we can do this." He offered the bag back to her.
"As the retail service no doubt told you, it will take some time." He leaned back in his chair, the scars apparently forgotten, and started ticking off things on his fingers. "First there is the actual modification. That should only take a few days. Then there is recovery, which depends on how well you heal after major surgery. It can take anywhere from a few days to weeks. And lastly there is the rehabilitation part, where we teach you how to move and use your new wings effectivly. That is also a variable time period, depending highly on how fast you can learn how to walk all over again, so to speak."
He put his hands down and looked directly at Unselie. "If you can submit to all that, then our xeno-sculpters can do whatever you want. There is, of course, a rather hefty price for all this. I hear it's all the rage amongst the rich and powerful though."
Bio Mods for Unselie - Unseelie - 12-22-2006
"Money isn't exactly the problem here." Unselie looked into her hands, letting her hair hide her eyes, "I, ah, have a problem, with, uh, narcotics." her eyes darted up, met his for an instant, and darted away. "and stimulants" she mumbled. Unselie held her arms tight against a convulsion, gasped "do you have a waterfountian?, or a cafeteria?"
Bio Mods for Unselie - Reaver Company Inc. - 12-22-2006
Doctor Brown's eyebrows rose in concern. "Yes, of course."
He looked up at the guard who had stood silent this whole time. The faceless defender nodded once and tapped Unselie on the shoulder. The pair half walked, half jogged down the hall to an ornate white marble fountain. The water was pristine, and tasted oddly of oranges as Unselie drank from the burbling jet of water.
"You all right ma'am?" The voice growled out from the helmeted figure behind Unselie, the first words the guardian had said. The impassive reflective visor made reading any expression impossible, and the speaker from which to voice came further hid any impressions of humanity. Strangely though, a note of genuine concern could be detected under the gravely commanding speech.
Bio Mods for Unselie - Unseelie - 12-26-2006
Unselie jumped, spun around, and stared at the guard's visor. Taking a step back, she says, "I'm... ah, you get used to it." she looks down, digs a small aerosol tube from her bag, breaths it in, holds it with her cheeks puffed out for ten seconds, breaths it out. Tension bleeds off her frail form. Her stomack growls, she digs in her bag yet again, pulls out a tube of raw synth paste, squeezes some into her mouth, turns back to the fountian, and drinks deeply.
Bio Mods for Unselie - Reaver Company Inc. - 12-26-2006
The guard nodded.
"Here, you can change the taste of the water if you want..." He (she?) leaned over and passed his/her hand under the lip of the chuckling fountain. Crystals on the edges warmed to life, and a blue holographic panel flickered into existance above the water. There were quite a few buttons listed on the screen, with one slowly flashing one labeled 'Orange.'
An explosive sigh issued forth from the speakers on the guards helm. "Hundreds of choises, yet most people are content to just have water fountains that don't spew water with the 'water-fountain' metalic taste."
The guard gestured at the screen. "You can play around with the tastes if you want. Dr.Brown won't mind. He's set off the whole day to finalize the interview with ya."
A quick glance at the panel on his/her right bracer, confirmed the time. "So we've got plenty of time."
Bio Mods for Unselie - Unseelie - 12-27-2006
Unselie glanced over her shoulder, stood up. "I'm fine," rather defensively. She steps back, softens just a bit, "sorry, its just, um i really am fine, now. Lets get back." She turned, and walked slowly back to Brown's office. Her hand on the security-pad, she turned, looked straight at the guard for the first time. Tears welled. "Thank you. People don't usually care."
Bio Mods for Unselie - Reaver Company Inc. - 12-27-2006
The sentinal just nodded once more, and bowed Unselie into the room.
Dr.Brown had not been idle while Unselie was away. Most of the papers had now dissapeared, shuffled away into boxes or files most likely, and the varius desk ornimants were rearanged. And Brown was nowhere in sight.
The guardian looked in, then about, and finaly cleared it's throat. Brown's head poped up from under the desk.
"Yes? Oh, Ms.Unselie! Feeling better, I hope?" Brown stood up and placed an ornate paper-weight on the desk, which had apparently been knocked off. He sat down and motioned Unselie to do the same.
Bio Mods for Unselie - Unseelie - 12-28-2006
Unselie walked in and curled back up into her black velvet chair. she pulled a document out of her bag, and licked her lips nervously. "I, ah, understand that will need at least minor gene therapy to make sure that my body does not reject the wings, and the new muscular membranes that will serve as a direct control mechanism, as I dont have an exoskeleton, but, um, no one has been able to tell me if it could be wired into my subconscious reflexes and my conscious control simultaneously, or even if it would necessarily require an entirely new lobe to control." She looked down, gnawed on her fingernail, "do you have any idea how much of that would be necissary?"