Lost Martian
Get in the robot!
With bleary eyes, Tom Light scanned over his three monitors, once more going over the information showed. While the numbers had not changed in the last half hour, Tom still didn’t trust them. Perhaps it was due to a lack of sleep, of several days without sleep, that Tom felt like he couldn’t trust anything. He was on permanent edge, late night fears of Mavericks busting down the door to the lab and taking away Violet from him again.
The thought of Violet is what was keeping Tom going, her image burned into his frazzled mind. That portrait of beauty that hung within his mind was more effective than the many coffees that Tom had drank at pushing him forward. This project was the most important thing Tom had ever done with his life so he couldn’t screw it up.
Shaky hands would type on the keyboard, occasionally hitting the wrong key. Tom cursed the weaknesses of flesh as it required rest. But he refused to rest, as he was about to finish making something without said weakness. While Reploids had been created before, and in mass, Tom was attempting to do something new, to turn a human into a Reploid. He was going to recreate Violet, the most important person in his life.
Unfortunately there was almost nothing left of Violet after the Maverick attack, but Tom insisted that their bond was strong enough that he could recreate her from just memory. In his mind, Tom knew her perfectly. This project would result in Violet being reborn. Tom would have her back, a second chance to do things properly, to not waste anymore time.
As Tom’s eyes began to droop, an action that he had been fighting for quite awhile now, he heard a ding come from his computer. Whipping around in his ergonomic chair, one of the screens had changed to say that the upload was done completely. A shiver went through Tom’s body, as Violet was finally ready to be reborn.
With an excited energy overtaking him, Tom downed the rest of his last cup of coffee and stood up. Across the lab from his workstation, Tom had a pod, filled with a perfect replica of Violet in his mind. He would then take a moment to stare at his creation, taking in the happiness he was about to feel about having her back.
Eventually Tom would work up the nerve to actually walk over and awaken her. Tapping a few buttons on the side of the pod, Tom took a step back as the door of the pod opened, letting the air of the lab engulf the Violet Reploid. Each millisecond was an eternity for Tom, as he wondered if he had screwed up, if he had failed at bringing back Violet. The feeling caused by that thought was like someone crushing Tom’s organs and impaling him with blades all throughout his body. Tom could almost not bear the waiting as he stood there in front of the pod.
The thought of Violet is what was keeping Tom going, her image burned into his frazzled mind. That portrait of beauty that hung within his mind was more effective than the many coffees that Tom had drank at pushing him forward. This project was the most important thing Tom had ever done with his life so he couldn’t screw it up.
Shaky hands would type on the keyboard, occasionally hitting the wrong key. Tom cursed the weaknesses of flesh as it required rest. But he refused to rest, as he was about to finish making something without said weakness. While Reploids had been created before, and in mass, Tom was attempting to do something new, to turn a human into a Reploid. He was going to recreate Violet, the most important person in his life.
Unfortunately there was almost nothing left of Violet after the Maverick attack, but Tom insisted that their bond was strong enough that he could recreate her from just memory. In his mind, Tom knew her perfectly. This project would result in Violet being reborn. Tom would have her back, a second chance to do things properly, to not waste anymore time.
As Tom’s eyes began to droop, an action that he had been fighting for quite awhile now, he heard a ding come from his computer. Whipping around in his ergonomic chair, one of the screens had changed to say that the upload was done completely. A shiver went through Tom’s body, as Violet was finally ready to be reborn.
With an excited energy overtaking him, Tom downed the rest of his last cup of coffee and stood up. Across the lab from his workstation, Tom had a pod, filled with a perfect replica of Violet in his mind. He would then take a moment to stare at his creation, taking in the happiness he was about to feel about having her back.
Eventually Tom would work up the nerve to actually walk over and awaken her. Tapping a few buttons on the side of the pod, Tom took a step back as the door of the pod opened, letting the air of the lab engulf the Violet Reploid. Each millisecond was an eternity for Tom, as he wondered if he had screwed up, if he had failed at bringing back Violet. The feeling caused by that thought was like someone crushing Tom’s organs and impaling him with blades all throughout his body. Tom could almost not bear the waiting as he stood there in front of the pod.