Demichase School of Thought

[Ghods Charles al'Demichase XIV]

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L O C A T I O N : OMICRON LOST SYSTEM, MOROS ORBIT

Later, in the lower aft of the transport, a small area had been converted into an operating room a long time ago. It ran regular self-sterilizations when not in use, and Ghods sterilized it himself when he was going to use it. Crystal lay on the operating table, asleep and undressed. His tools hovered in a small gravity lift that could clean the tools during the operation. "So, let me get this straight, yo-"
"I'm enhancing her muscular and skeletal structure", he said, cutting her off. "Which will also require enhancing her nervous system to accommodate the other enhancements."
"You need my help to control your own neurological modifications."
"I'm not doing the same thing to her. Think of it as brains versus brawn. I'm making her stronger, faster, harder. She'll be able to lift 40 tons with ease. She'll run faster than any human in history. Plasmid rounds will bounce off her skin. She won't, however, be able to generate the amount of energy I can. She won't have the precognition I do. She won't be able to think as fast as I do. Therefore, she won't need a Blessing like I do. If captured, she won't be executed on an initial body scan by paranoid idiots."
"She's your better half."
"Stop. Don't put it like that. She's, like, thirteen." He sensed Netsakh's confusion following that statement, but let it be. He had work to do.

Netsakh found themselves assisting in an operation once again. Their bearer was removing and replacing most of the physical structure of the body. The bones were removed and replaced with identical copies made from the untreated armor plating, and the muscular system layered with silicate versions, coupled with interfaces for the new vascular system, which worked with an artificial suspension that the body now generated. The organs were removed and replaced with organs in the same shape, but most providing different utilities. The only thing that remained relatively unchanged was the nervous system. It received additional membranes that are mostly used in powered armor for ground forces to protect the users from impact, and changes in the connection with the new muscles, making them more direct for faster responses.

Netsakh had her own share of work in this. Monitoring and suppressing the child's consciousness was one. It would not be beneficial for her to wake up in the middle of a surgery, to say the least. Instating the neural connection that allows these modifications to be used was another of these duties. There was a certain "breath of life", an innate signal to individual nerves, that needed to be present in order for the body to work properly. Crystal wouldn't feel connected to their body without it, and Netsakh could generate it remotely with telekinesis.

. . . A FEW HOURS LATER . . .

After the surgery, Ghods had incinerated the leftover organs, bones, and tissues. Humans as they are are utterly worthless. Keeping trash around was against his self-imposed policies. He'd spent a little time checking his connection to the ship, maneuvering turrets, directing shield power, and cataloging the contents of the cargo hold. The rest of it he spent working on the prototype interface he'd made from holo-sculpture projectors and movement recognition devices. He planned to modify this transport into something more combat-worthy later, and a war room would benefit from having another dimension to plan strategies.

A crash rang out from the bedchambers, followed by the groan of metal being torn. "Stop moving, please", he called out. "Let me come help."
"Okaaaay!"
Ghods made his way to the to the bed chambers, but as he got in the hallway, he was met with the door to her room embedded in the wall. He pulled it out, folded it in half, and tossed it to the side. He'd get a replacement later. Crystal stood in the middle of her room, looking like a puppy that had gotten into trouble. The steel bedframe was split down the middle, and the doorframe was warped where the door had been knocked off. "How are you feeling?"
"Like everything but me is made of paper?...", she offered timidly.
"Get used to it, and act accordingly. That's going to be your life from now on. You're about two-hundred forty times as strong as the average adult male, so treat everything delicately."
"Why am I strong?"
"Because I made you strong. There isn't room in the universe for weaklings." He thought for a minute, then added "Think of it as an adoption present. Or maybe a rebirth-day present."
Her eyes lit up at the mention of presents. "I get to be strong for my birthday?"
"Yeah, but that's not all. When you're feeling more control over your body, follow me to the room beneath the engine room. You're going to get armor too." He made his way back towards the prototype he was working on, but stopped to look at the broken door. "Also, move to the room next to mine for now."
"Sorry..."

In the hallways, Netsakh finally spoke up. "Not a sensitive, caring father, are you?"
"If I wasn't caring, I would have tossed her out the airlock a while ago. Actually, I probably would have never picked her up in the first place."
"You should really get a hand on your impulses."
"My apologies, I'll try to be a bit more bland and unoriginal."
"Your sarcasm is noted."

. . .

"Wait, since when am I her father?"
"What else would you be?"

. . . TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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