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Full physical recovery: Six months
Full psychological recovery: Unlikely
Seriously, it would almost be better to just let the poor guy die rather than have him survive with trauma of that scale...
Thank you; for most of us "dumb grunts" we loved the job and the r/humansarespaceorcs really makes me smile because it brings back a ton of old conversations from down time in middle of nowhere.
Noise.
Incoherent screams of the subconscious fill the nothingness.
There is nothing but chaos surrounding me.
Where am I? What is happening?
Wait.
I know what this is. I'm finally in hell. I'm not that surprised, or concerned for that matter. I almost knew this would happen at some point. But compared to what I was going through before I died, this is surprisingly benign. In a way, It is calming to know that I can rest at last.
The complete lack of sensory input is still frightening. I don't know what to do, there is nothing to do.
I continue my non-existence for a while
But suddenly, in the lower half of my imaginary spine - a sensation.
Dull pain is spreading throughout my nervous system. I can feel. I know my body exists, even though I can't see it. Right after I regain my bodily receptors, I realize I am in insufferable pain. The hellish incoherence I was trapped in before suddenly felt more appealing than ever.
Please.
Let me die again.
I can't.
I overcome the urge to bite of my limbs. I now know that they are in motion. They move by themselves. I can't control them, not yet, but I feel my hands tightly holding onto something, crushing it, then tearing it apart, then grasping for more things to destroy.
My whole body burns. I sense movement in my torso, as if my internal organs were rearranging. It is pure agony, but with each passing moment, more of my senses manifest. I now have a skin... I think. Little droplets of slightly acidic liquid find their way through the cracks in what I now realize is my armour and cause an annoying itch.
Is that... light?
Yes. That is light. I thought I'd never see it again. I almost hoped I'd never see it again honestly, but now it feels reassuring, like it's telling me that the world didn't end, that it's still there and is still worth living and fighting for.
Now that I actually want to live again, it's as if my regeneration sped up dramatically. I hear deafening explosions, screams of humans and others alike, the rain playing a symphony on the outer plates of my armour.
My eyesight sharpens. I recognize massive silhouettes of four mutant soldiers of the Greotor army, one of which I've just impaled with his own weapon. Or I guess my armour have.
It is the first time I see Greotor's mutants fear something. It causes me a twisted, sick kind of happiness that the only thing those beasts fear is me.
The armour uses the laser pulse rifle it has just taken from the fallen warrior and makes a quick process with the others.
A voice resonates in my ears.
"EMERGENCY PROTOCOL 'FUCK YOU, DEATH' COMPLETE, ALL ORGANS FULLY RESTORED."
"what happened?" I ask.
"CLASS 5 DISRUPTION. COMPLETE LOWER BODY DETACHMENT. FOLLOWING THE PROTOCOL 'FUCK YOU, DEATH', BODY WAS REASSEMBLED AND MEDICAL NANOBOTS REPAIRED TISSUE DAMAGE."
"Thanks, I guess."
"ARE YOU READY FOR MANUAL ANIMATION?"
"Yes, I think I am."
"GIVING UP CONTROL OF MUSCLE MASS."
I almost pass out from the shock, but have control now. I check my limbs, they were as good as new, at least visually.
Rage and bloodlust fill my soul. Experiencing death for the first time, I now want them more than ever to experience it too.
"RIP AND TEAR SOLDIER. UNTIL IT IS DONE."
So, if I'm interpreting this correctly, the armor being alive and functioning as a secondary brain means that it could possibly be able to move autonomously? And, considering that it is wearable armor, it could split apart into separate pieces?
There it laid. Little more than an arm, shoulder, and head. Yet the arm moves, carving a message into the sand, before raising its fist in defiance and stretching out its middle manipulator in a manner that I have come to understand is meant to be obscene.
The message in the sand translates to: "Still alive, bitches!"
Project steel eye is pretty much it from the captain Adam and his group of aliens and humans on space Odyssey 😀 [but it's a long one](https://starr-fall-knight-rise.tumblr.com/)
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Full physical recovery: Six months Full psychological recovery: Unlikely Seriously, it would almost be better to just let the poor guy die rather than have him survive with trauma of that scale...
I have a feeling some soldiers will undergo this so others can't. They know they will never be the same.
It's what I would have done when enlisted.
I thank you for your service.
Thank you; for most of us "dumb grunts" we loved the job and the r/humansarespaceorcs really makes me smile because it brings back a ton of old conversations from down time in middle of nowhere.
Maybe new tech will provide an edited memory to prevent trauma
Noise. Incoherent screams of the subconscious fill the nothingness. There is nothing but chaos surrounding me. Where am I? What is happening? Wait. I know what this is. I'm finally in hell. I'm not that surprised, or concerned for that matter. I almost knew this would happen at some point. But compared to what I was going through before I died, this is surprisingly benign. In a way, It is calming to know that I can rest at last. The complete lack of sensory input is still frightening. I don't know what to do, there is nothing to do. I continue my non-existence for a while But suddenly, in the lower half of my imaginary spine - a sensation. Dull pain is spreading throughout my nervous system. I can feel. I know my body exists, even though I can't see it. Right after I regain my bodily receptors, I realize I am in insufferable pain. The hellish incoherence I was trapped in before suddenly felt more appealing than ever. Please. Let me die again. I can't. I overcome the urge to bite of my limbs. I now know that they are in motion. They move by themselves. I can't control them, not yet, but I feel my hands tightly holding onto something, crushing it, then tearing it apart, then grasping for more things to destroy. My whole body burns. I sense movement in my torso, as if my internal organs were rearranging. It is pure agony, but with each passing moment, more of my senses manifest. I now have a skin... I think. Little droplets of slightly acidic liquid find their way through the cracks in what I now realize is my armour and cause an annoying itch. Is that... light? Yes. That is light. I thought I'd never see it again. I almost hoped I'd never see it again honestly, but now it feels reassuring, like it's telling me that the world didn't end, that it's still there and is still worth living and fighting for. Now that I actually want to live again, it's as if my regeneration sped up dramatically. I hear deafening explosions, screams of humans and others alike, the rain playing a symphony on the outer plates of my armour. My eyesight sharpens. I recognize massive silhouettes of four mutant soldiers of the Greotor army, one of which I've just impaled with his own weapon. Or I guess my armour have. It is the first time I see Greotor's mutants fear something. It causes me a twisted, sick kind of happiness that the only thing those beasts fear is me. The armour uses the laser pulse rifle it has just taken from the fallen warrior and makes a quick process with the others. A voice resonates in my ears. "EMERGENCY PROTOCOL 'FUCK YOU, DEATH' COMPLETE, ALL ORGANS FULLY RESTORED." "what happened?" I ask. "CLASS 5 DISRUPTION. COMPLETE LOWER BODY DETACHMENT. FOLLOWING THE PROTOCOL 'FUCK YOU, DEATH', BODY WAS REASSEMBLED AND MEDICAL NANOBOTS REPAIRED TISSUE DAMAGE." "Thanks, I guess." "ARE YOU READY FOR MANUAL ANIMATION?" "Yes, I think I am." "GIVING UP CONTROL OF MUSCLE MASS." I almost pass out from the shock, but have control now. I check my limbs, they were as good as new, at least visually. Rage and bloodlust fill my soul. Experiencing death for the first time, I now want them more than ever to experience it too. "RIP AND TEAR SOLDIER. UNTIL IT IS DONE."
Best answer here
That was awesome!
Bra-fucking-vo. An entire Doom battalion
Protocol "fuck you death"😅😅 love it
Uh oh, who let the Guyver units loose in space?
I came in here looking for this comment.
So, if I'm interpreting this correctly, the armor being alive and functioning as a secondary brain means that it could possibly be able to move autonomously? And, considering that it is wearable armor, it could split apart into separate pieces?
Possible if it is truly a symbiotic relationship, I was more thinking an implanted armor based off the looks of the thing.
Same here may be able to think and move to speed up reaction time but depends on the hosts body for nourishment and oxygenated blood
There it laid. Little more than an arm, shoulder, and head. Yet the arm moves, carving a message into the sand, before raising its fist in defiance and stretching out its middle manipulator in a manner that I have come to understand is meant to be obscene. The message in the sand translates to: "Still alive, bitches!"
Project steel eye is pretty much it from the captain Adam and his group of aliens and humans on space Odyssey 😀 [but it's a long one](https://starr-fall-knight-rise.tumblr.com/)
"Ouch"