Post by Munin on Oct 20, 2016 0:51:20 GMT -5
A man slumped against the wall, tired from his exertions. One might’ve thought him a lazy worker, clad in his white coat with glasses discarded on the floor. A man with responsibilities, a duty to this place. One might’ve thought that he was shirking them for a bit of shuteye. That is, if one overlooked the blood that dripped over his eyelid. Shallow cuts lay scattered around his eye, which weeped a sad tale. He still didn’t believe what it had seen, but that denial wasn’t Munin’s problem. That was that the man still stood.
It was inevitable that Munin stepped around the glasses without bothering to look through them. Munin already knew how the world looked for the male. It would be blurry, half-focused and two-dimensional. As the man stumbled away, Munin stared at him without a smile or a frown. Perhaps he was trying to get to a phone. “I can’t let you alert the authorities.” He kept scurrying away, just as most of the technicians had before they’d fallen asleep. “Please make this easier on yourself.” He wouldn’t listen, but it was good to make the offer. Sure enough, with an inhalation of air, he kept on moving away.
“I’m sorry.”
To the man, it would seem like his kneecap would have broken. The flares of pain would be unbearable, and his screams would echo down the hallway. Blood covered the floor before him, and he fell into the small red and white pool. Shock was the only thing that barely kept him conscious. He hadn’t managed to alert anyone though. He was the last one awake, but he would sleep soon. Munin walked by, pink hair bouncing as it walked by its bloody handiwork. He still groaned, hand moving to touch upon his leg. It was alright. He’d heal, and be back to work within the next few months, or perhaps a year. It didn’t matter that much. Munin’s objective was just a few meters away. The man had (perhaps) wanted to protect it by sealing the doors.
Munin walked into the room, ducking its head to avoid bumping into the door. Lights blinked on and off, as if to welcome the new arrival. It was only polite to offer greetings, especially since the occupants couldn’t. They lay draped over the room like discarded clothing: unnecessary for Munin’s purposes. Their limbs would’ve served only to prevent the experiment from occurring: something that Munin couldn’t allow. Even so, they’ll serve some use. Their journey through the medical system would be of interest.
One of the bodies, a male in his late 40s judging by the dyed hair and tired body, had to be carefully moved to the floor. Munin was very gentle with him, making sure not to agitate the broken rib or the bleeding that had stained his clothing. Nothing that couldn’t be repaired. With the body discarded, the android turned towards the rows of lights and switches, each of their functions already memorized. And now, with everything prepared, Munin’s experiment could begin.
That is, if another hadn’t just arrived.
It was inevitable that Munin stepped around the glasses without bothering to look through them. Munin already knew how the world looked for the male. It would be blurry, half-focused and two-dimensional. As the man stumbled away, Munin stared at him without a smile or a frown. Perhaps he was trying to get to a phone. “I can’t let you alert the authorities.” He kept scurrying away, just as most of the technicians had before they’d fallen asleep. “Please make this easier on yourself.” He wouldn’t listen, but it was good to make the offer. Sure enough, with an inhalation of air, he kept on moving away.
“I’m sorry.”
To the man, it would seem like his kneecap would have broken. The flares of pain would be unbearable, and his screams would echo down the hallway. Blood covered the floor before him, and he fell into the small red and white pool. Shock was the only thing that barely kept him conscious. He hadn’t managed to alert anyone though. He was the last one awake, but he would sleep soon. Munin walked by, pink hair bouncing as it walked by its bloody handiwork. He still groaned, hand moving to touch upon his leg. It was alright. He’d heal, and be back to work within the next few months, or perhaps a year. It didn’t matter that much. Munin’s objective was just a few meters away. The man had (perhaps) wanted to protect it by sealing the doors.
Munin walked into the room, ducking its head to avoid bumping into the door. Lights blinked on and off, as if to welcome the new arrival. It was only polite to offer greetings, especially since the occupants couldn’t. They lay draped over the room like discarded clothing: unnecessary for Munin’s purposes. Their limbs would’ve served only to prevent the experiment from occurring: something that Munin couldn’t allow. Even so, they’ll serve some use. Their journey through the medical system would be of interest.
One of the bodies, a male in his late 40s judging by the dyed hair and tired body, had to be carefully moved to the floor. Munin was very gentle with him, making sure not to agitate the broken rib or the bleeding that had stained his clothing. Nothing that couldn’t be repaired. With the body discarded, the android turned towards the rows of lights and switches, each of their functions already memorized. And now, with everything prepared, Munin’s experiment could begin.
That is, if another hadn’t just arrived.
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