He exited his room, and was immediately greeted by the usual hearty 'good morning, smugface' by his colleagues, as he entered
the test chamber/office cafeteria. Being the sole cyborg in a research facility dedicated towards something so wasteful such as dimensional gateways
somehow earned him the ire of his co-workers. He could never really figure out why though. Sure, he had paid a shitload
for his body, but then again he was single, had no family and literally lived at his work. What was he supposed to do with
his outlandishly large paycheck?

Large spotlights in the celling pointed towards the big, black sphere in the middle of the circular
room. Roy made a passing comment about the man's mother, and proceeded to pour himself a cup of choffe (Coffe with added hoff. Cyborgs only).
He had no real needs for the extra nanites, he produced more than enough by himself, but somewhere along the road he had begun to appreciate the taste
of the horrid, brown, slow moving goo.

"Any change during the night?" He asked no one in particular. "Nah, nothing. It just sits there. No response from the probes,
no communication, no nothing" answered the man tending to one of the consoles aligned with the sphere.

Roy sighed and swallowed some of the brackish liquid in his cup, savouring the tender sensation of having his throat being
ripped apart from the inside. They had gone through with the final phase of a rather drawn out testing procedure a month
ago when one of the 'Dimensional aligners', big expensive pieces of machinery that no one really knew what they did,
suddenly coughed up a spark and exploded, leaving
behind a pile of smoking rubble and a big, black howering sphere. When they examined the sphere, they found that they could
throw objects into it, but they had no idea where they went or why.

The initial feeling of great discovery cooled down as the bureau of internal investigations of Japan put out a general isolation order on the building,
effectively quarantining it and the research team within.
Now, with no one giving them the go to proceed with further experiments while neither giving them
the thumbs up for putting the project on ice, they just kind of hung around all day, observing it.


"Eh, bloody hell" he said and took another sip from the cup as he proceeded down to his chair. Being designated lead scientist,
everyone was supposed to look to Roy for guidance. But somewhere down the line the pecking order had changed, so no one never really
gave anything he said a damn in the end.
"What's the matter Roy?" One of the aides said, a smirk on his lips. "Not getting enough sleep for your brain to work? Maybe you need some lubricant
in your ears, I've heard that it helps with metalheads like you". The joke was bad, and poorly presented at best, but the rest of the team
laughed anyhow, having nothing better to do. Roy rolled his eyes as he put on his white laboratory coat. "Shut up, you. As soon as this isolation
order is lifted I'm filing a report on all of you" He said in a low tone. He meant it to be a threat, but once more no one took him seriously
as his comment only seemed to underline the previous joke.

"As if you would, deadbolt" one of them said and threw a crumbled up piece of paper at him. He didn't move an inch as the paper bounced of his head.
He slowly swirled around on his chair, and faced the man. 'Enough is enough' he thought. 'Time to show them who the boss is here'.
"You will pick up that piece of paper, and you will put it in the trash can over there" He said, calmly.
"AS IF I would do that. You do it, you don't get tired, eh?"
"You will pick up that paper" His tone had darkened, and he started to rise.

The man laughed, and the others with him but to Roy his eyes showed uncertainty. 'In the end, they all know what I can do' he thought and smiled inwardly.
Being the cyborg he was, Roy weighed just short of 115 kgs, and stood 1.76 meters tall. His frame was outwardly slight, and a bit toned.
"I'm only going to ask once more. I've just disabled the security cameras in this room. Pick up that paper"
The aide didn't laugh this time. He looked offended, and just maybe a bit scared. Another man, a senior scientist, stepped up to Roy.
He was obviously going to protect the paper thrower. "Hey now Roy, you know that's against regulations. You turn those cameras back on now,
or we might just have some trouble here".

Roy just smiled. "You can't tell me what to do. I've let you play with me. It's okay, you're just humans after all. I know I'm your superior, not
only in rank but as a living creature overall. It's okay to be afraid and loath things that are better than you, that's just human nature. But
I feel that things have gone far enough. I want you all to return to doing something useful. That's a direct order from your chief"
"You're just a machine! You can't tell us what to do!" someone shouted, and suddenly a wrench came flying towards him.
He felt his senses sharpen and his body tense as his brain registered the threat, and he ducked to the right. The wrench bounced against a
terminal, and hit a couple of buttons on one of the remaining Dimensional aligners. It started to swing, unsteadily, and then suddenly
fell over with a huge crash, sending various research materials flying. The team of aides and researchers scattered wildly, fleeing into the stark
corridors, leaving Roy standing, looking doubtfully at the mess around him.

"They can't seriously expect me to clean this up" he said out loud. He had just enough time to turn around as a large, looming figure emerged from the
black sphere. "What the hell" He mumbled as the figure raised a large, gauntlet clad hand to it's helmet and spoke. "Contact, appears human. Roger that"
The thing was huge. Dressed in something that vaguely resembled the armour of an medieval knight, the being stood at least 3 meters tall.
It turned it's attention back to Roy. "You will lay down and surrender yourself to the imperium, heretic!" the thing said, and advanced inhumanly
fast at Roy, who was to dumbstruck to do or say anything as the thing brought the butt of what seemed to be an oversized submachinegun to his face.

The blow scrambled his internal balance, and his cyberbrain reeled from the blow. He could only observe as the gigantic thing took him by his coat, and hefted
him into the black sphere. He emerged into what seemed to be a gigantic launch bay. All around him there where more of the thing that had knocked
him down. He turned his head and noticed that the sphere, from this side, was see-through. As he watched, the sphere seemed to collapse into itself, and dissipate.
"Well, that's disappointing" a mechanical voice buzzed from somewhere behind him. He turned around again to see a thing dressed in flowing red robes.
It vaguely resembled a human being, but where the face should have been there where only a large green lens, and a respirator. The rest of the body was hidden
by the robe, but the various chirping and whirring's told what was underneath.
"I don't think I can get whatever that was to open again" The voice continued on. "But all the same, Captain Siegred can take care of himself. And he had fulfilled
his mission as guinea pig. Now I want to concentrate on you, my friend. My sensors tell me that you are mechanical, but how? You look so, fleshy.
Oh, don't say anything, I don't want to spoil it. We'll find out soon enough" The thing turned around, and walked away. The remaining hulking creatures started to move in on Roy.

>>5494619
aaand that's just about how much I've been able to arse myself to write right now. Tired as fuck. Continue or is this shit?

>>5494622
DO EET

>>5494622
Please do continue. High-quality writefaggotry is -so- hard to come by.

Curious, is this set in a sort-of pre-GITS world?

>>5494576
How come this is so often brought up around this site?
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>>5494666
rightoo then.
>>5494679
Yeah. It was. Then Roy got hauled into the sphere of plot device (+3).

>>5494746
Fuck yeah Plot ho---- DEVICES.

>>5494619
One of them raised a gigantig fist, and Roy recoiled. "Hey, hey hey! You don't need to beat the crap out of me everytime you want me to
go somewhere, just tell me where to go!" He exclaimed, heaving up his arms to protect his face. The thing stopped his punch mid-air, turned it's helmet
towards one of it's fellow's who nodded, and transformed the movement into a swing and grabbed his coat. "On your feet, scum!" It told him with a voice garbled by whatever it was in it's helmet
as it lifted him up.


"Alright, geeze" Roy said and tried to take in his surroundings. The area he stood in was large. Gigantic. Like a flight hanger, only twenty times the size. It was entirely made out of
some kind of metal alloy, which seemed to be permanently stained with rust. Large moving arms portruded from the walls, and big stacks of boxes littered everywhere.
Over in the distance, he could see some kind of ships, although he couldn't for the life of him recognise the type. They where large and clumsy, and couldn't possibly be air worthy.
"Move" one of the hulks behind him ordered harshly, and pushed him fowards. Roy obeyed, his cyberbrain racing. 'Oh holy crap. Where the hell am I?!' He thought to himself as they walked
along, passing large gangs of humans who where pulling chains attached to big boxes, sweating and heaving. 'What the hell is going on here?! Is this some kind of slave camp?'

They reached a doorway, and one of the brutes walked up to the door and began typing something into the panel next to it. A big red light lit up, and a sharp *BEEEEEP* sounded as the
thing cursed. He tried again, and failing once more banged his fist against it. A green light shone and the door hissed open. They proceeded to lead Roy down endless corridors,
everyone of them the same as the last. After what seemed as an eternity (but what was in reality a mere ten minutes according to his interface), Roy was eventually led into a
very bare room. He Realised that it was a cell the moment the thing behind him pushed him through the doorway with enough force to send him flying into the opposite wall.
"No sense in being careful with it" The thing said. "It's made out of heretical tech". "I hear you brother" another one of them said. "If it had been up to me we would have shot that
laboratory to pieces when it first appeared. Who knows what manner of chaos induced heresy where going on in there?". "Aye" said the first one. "We're going to have to go through the rite
of cleansing at least six times after this".
The door closed with a clang and the hulks walked away with the heavy clang of ceramic against steel.
Roy waited until the last noise died down, and slowly picked himself up from the floor.
Looking around, he noticed that the room contained some kind of dirty facet, a panel next to the door, and a bed (which, curiously enough, looked alot more comfortable than his own had been).
"What the HELL is going on here?!" He said to himself. "Heretic? Imperium?! What is this, some bad sci-fi show?"

He sat down on the bed with a heavy sigh, and absentmindedly revelled in the sensation of sinking down into the mattress.
"From one bad situation to the next. Story of my life" he muttered as he ran a diagnostic check on himself. Everything checked out okay. He knew that he hadn't
suffered any real damage, but he wanted to make sure that he weren't being hacked. That this wasn't some cruel joke being played on him by the other researchers.

Satisfied with his findings, he cautiously checked his receiver unit, and was surprised about the amount of unencrypted signals being sent around in the air around him.
He tried listening in to them, but that only resulted in more confusion. There was an ungodly amount of chatter on the lines, peoples discussing something called geller fields,
shields, engines and making status reports. He gathered that he was on some kind of transport or ship, but he couldn't really tell for sure. The whole situation was strange.
Another thing that annoyed him was the terminology used by these peoples. It felt as if someone had dropped a big book of random latin words and phrases on a schoolclass of children learning english.

He switched off his receiver unit in disgust. 'Okay' he thought to himself. 'What do I know? I'm trapped by some kind of neo-futuristic warrior caste on a ship of some kind. I can't connect
to the 'net. There's alot of strange words being thrown about that I don't know about'.
'What can I do about it?'. He looked around again, and noticed the panel next to the door. 'Worth a try' he thought as he rose, and walked over to the door.
Peeping out through the barred window, he made sure that there weren't anyone in the imminent vicinity, and then tore away the protective layer of sheet metal covering the panel.
Looking at the various blinking lights and connection points, he was astonished at what he saw. 'No way' he thought. 'It couldn't be that easy. This is just a bunch of general access
nodes. Who in their right mind would put a single general access node on a door lock, let alone several?' He looked at the panel, and carefully grasped a point at his neck with his right hand.
'Oh well, don't look a gift horse in the mouth' he though as he pulled out a length of cord from a hidden hatch in his neck, and unfolded a connector at the end of it.
He checked the door once more, and then clicked in the connector to the panel. 'Here goes' he though, as the sudden sense of vertigo overtook him when he slung his conciousness into the
machine.

>>5495145
blargh! It's 4 am over here. I am running into some serious writers block. If someone archives this I'll continue tomorrow.

Dear Batou,

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/5494576/

Your loving minion,
Crabby

Batou,

You on /tg/ is awesome.

-Avi

Write!
Write!
Write!
Write!
Write!


Need more!!!!!!!!111one

This guy is gonna be meeting a Machine Spirit.

Hopefully it should be pissed and all gung ho about serving the Machine God.

>>5495657

I hope he can hack the tech priest into thinking his tech is form a STC and joins the Adeptus Mechanicus

Also: Do we go here: <link> http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/5494576/ </link> for more of this writefagery?