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Larik swallowed heavily as he felt the cold barreltip of Karia's plasma rifle against his left temple, and the cold words she whispered, arising feelings which were at marked odds with that of the warm hand and slender fingertips that lay against upon his waist, or her breath against his ear.
Jem's gait stilled, apparently assessing the situation before her, dark carapace crackling with energy.
"If you don't cease - I won't be much good to father. I'm sure he needs to keep my brain inside my skull from reaching boiling point," Larik said, glaring at Jem and imagining his father stood there in the things place.
"You probably know about the 'genetic flaw' that the Carter family suffers," he continued, but this time he was speaking more to Karia behind him than the combat bioroid Jem ahead, "that the average lifespan of a Carter is only about forty five years, despite any attempted gene-therapy treatments?... but here's something you won't know..."
"The fact that its intended. The 'genetic illness' was purposefully introduced into the genetic code of the Carter family DNA, to conceal a long-held secret. That my father... needs to transfer his conciousness into a new body, one specially prepared for it. The transferral process is inherently flawed, and his new hosts brain tissues begin to degenerate from the moment the process is completed, resulting in death at around the age of forty five."
"My father has been his own descendant for many generations, and he intends for me to be the new seat for his mind. Thats obviously why he's being taking these increased security measures for 'my' safety - he's looking after his future body. According to the data files I accessed, he has now about three years left at most. Guess his times coming up sooner than I hoped, and my partying days are drawing to a close."
"So, you know," came the low, still feminine voice of Jem, before us, taking another step forward.
"Yes, I found out several years ago... of course, there wasn't much I could do about it, the data files were too secure for risking copying for proof. But I'd rather the Captain here behind me fried my grey matter than let dear old dad get hold of it, so either stop, now, or I'll happily tell her to pull the trigger."
Jem shuddered, then the electricity that flickered over her carapace faded, and the genetically engineered armour itself began to recede back to reveal once more her soft pale skin, the glowing eyes returning to their natural crystal-blue irises, and she fell to her knees, eventually her from finally returned to the Jem I had long known.
"Where... am I?" she said, looking up, her eyes widening in surprise and shock. "Larik! Don't hurt him, please!" she pleaded.
The 'combat bioroid' seemed to be a seperate entity, a split conciousness inside her mind, and at the moment had retreated to let the Jem I knew back to the surface.
"I don't think... or at least, I hope... she isn't going to," I replied, waiting for Karia's response.
Jem's gait stilled, apparently assessing the situation before her, dark carapace crackling with energy.
"If you don't cease - I won't be much good to father. I'm sure he needs to keep my brain inside my skull from reaching boiling point," Larik said, glaring at Jem and imagining his father stood there in the things place.
"You probably know about the 'genetic flaw' that the Carter family suffers," he continued, but this time he was speaking more to Karia behind him than the combat bioroid Jem ahead, "that the average lifespan of a Carter is only about forty five years, despite any attempted gene-therapy treatments?... but here's something you won't know..."
"The fact that its intended. The 'genetic illness' was purposefully introduced into the genetic code of the Carter family DNA, to conceal a long-held secret. That my father... needs to transfer his conciousness into a new body, one specially prepared for it. The transferral process is inherently flawed, and his new hosts brain tissues begin to degenerate from the moment the process is completed, resulting in death at around the age of forty five."
"My father has been his own descendant for many generations, and he intends for me to be the new seat for his mind. Thats obviously why he's being taking these increased security measures for 'my' safety - he's looking after his future body. According to the data files I accessed, he has now about three years left at most. Guess his times coming up sooner than I hoped, and my partying days are drawing to a close."
"So, you know," came the low, still feminine voice of Jem, before us, taking another step forward.
"Yes, I found out several years ago... of course, there wasn't much I could do about it, the data files were too secure for risking copying for proof. But I'd rather the Captain here behind me fried my grey matter than let dear old dad get hold of it, so either stop, now, or I'll happily tell her to pull the trigger."
Jem shuddered, then the electricity that flickered over her carapace faded, and the genetically engineered armour itself began to recede back to reveal once more her soft pale skin, the glowing eyes returning to their natural crystal-blue irises, and she fell to her knees, eventually her from finally returned to the Jem I had long known.
"Where... am I?" she said, looking up, her eyes widening in surprise and shock. "Larik! Don't hurt him, please!" she pleaded.
The 'combat bioroid' seemed to be a seperate entity, a split conciousness inside her mind, and at the moment had retreated to let the Jem I knew back to the surface.
"I don't think... or at least, I hope... she isn't going to," I replied, waiting for Karia's response.
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