!WaAAGHm8tg 07/25/09(Sat)15:06 No.5255389|
You type, as the shrike stares at you in an unnerving manner:
>CONSTRUCT CYBERNETIC HUMAN RIGHT ARM, 100% COMPATIBILITY WITH JOSEPH ANDREO, FULL SENSORY CAPACITY, FULL BIOLOGICAL INTEGRATION, BUILT IN MAGNETIC RAILGUN MECHANISM, EXTENDABLE CLAWS FROM THE FINGERTIPS, BUILT IN MULTITOOL
You hope that the constructor will understand your intents and not create some horribly disfigured thing.
The computer outputs:
>BEGINNING ABSTRACT CONCEPT MERGE
And before long, you are holding a right arm, which looks and weighs exactly like a human arm. As you ask yourself what'll happen to your arms as you age, will they get wrinkly or not, you realize that you have yet to put your arm on. With some regret, you opt to put the cybernetic arm on. While you are gaining an invaluable tool, you are losing your true arm.
You decide that the best option was to use your new slave, the Shrike.
"Shrike," you say, "Cut my right arm at this point" You point to your shoulder, and within an instant, a perfectly straight and clean cut is where your arm was. You quickly attach your new arm instead. As sensation returns and the pain dissolves, you now feel your new tools as some strangely intuitive new options. As though you could do it all along, you pull out your miniature railgun. You take a piece of rubble from the ground, and put it in. Just as instinctively, you fire the small stone out of your extended arm tool. It flies through the room faster than you can notice, and hits the door you came in from, piercing it clean.