intelligence within a cybernetic housing, powered by Awakening energy. I possess what best can be described as a nearly universal information database and serve other purposes as well. My primary order is to serve and protect you without fail.”
He groaned again as he forced himself to stand in order to get a better view of the place again. Noticing a reflective panel, he trudged over to it to see if there were any experiments done to him that he may have missed. At the sight of himself, he clutched his chest as if he was about to have a stroke.
“What did you do …to me?” quivered Laurence.
“You were about to expire,” answered the mechanized serpent. “Diagnostics revealed that the wound from the bladed weapon penetrated your large intestine while also damaging a major vein within that region. After dispatching your assailants, I had to proceed quickly to sustain your life. I injected you with microscopic agents that slowed down your heart rate and placed you in a form of stasis, while temporarily sealing the areas that were damaged in order to stop any additional bleeding. I then transported you here to repair you within one of the restructuring pods.”
A trembling Laurence took a minute to run his hands up and down parts of his body. Along with the knife wound through his stomach, the multiple tracks that once riddled different parts of his body were also gone. Tears slowly ran from his eyes as he finally realized that his once frail and sickly form had been replaced by a solid and powerful body. Better than what he had six years ago. He covered his mouth to muffle his audible cries as he slowly stretched out his right leg.
“You seem to be in distress,” observed the mechanical king cobra. “Are you in some form of pain?”
“My knee,” a choked up Laurence answered through his tears. “You fixed it. You fixed my knee.”
“You were suffering from an array of structural and nerve damage,” it answered. “An ailment easily remedied by removing the damaged tissues and nerves, and re-growing new ones in their place.”
“You, re-grew my knee?” He shook his head in disbelief.
“It was the logical protocol to execute,” it responded. “Very odd that the medical practitioners that did the initial repairs did not use this procedure and instead implanted metal to repair the damage while administering addictive medication with poisonous side effects in an attempt to quarantine your physical pain. Your planet’s current research in genetic cloning and stem cells should have made them proficient in this method of treatment.”
“How did you clean me up? I mean, why did you clean me up?”
“Answer to how ,” responded the serpent. “Additional scans revealed that your system was saturated with an array of deadly toxins. If left unattended you would have expired in approximately two weeks due to several simultaneous organ failures. Fortunately, due to your superior genetic makeup, there was ample material to make the necessary repairs and upgrades.”
“Superior genetics? Repairs and upgrades?” asked a baffled Laurence.
“Your genetic lineage stems from sixty percent Ethiopian DNA and twenty percent Egyptian DNA, which puts you in the class of pure Homo Sapiens, the dominant genetic human species of this planet,” explained the metallic snake. “As opposed to your species’ other divergent counterpart which contains Neanderthal ancestral history. The other twenty percent of your genetic makeup is Annunaki DNA. Based on these traits I was able to optimize the efficiency of your current form. Your body proceeded to do the rest by purifying your blood of the toxins and repairing itself from both internal and external damage brought upon by abuse and neglect. Because of the severity of the damage, it took approximately three weeks for your body to go through the process of withdrawal while making the necessary
He groaned again as he forced himself to stand in order to get a better view of the place again. Noticing a reflective panel, he trudged over to it to see if there were any experiments done to him that he may have missed. At the sight of himself, he clutched his chest as if he was about to have a stroke.
“What did you do …to me?” quivered Laurence.
“You were about to expire,” answered the mechanized serpent. “Diagnostics revealed that the wound from the bladed weapon penetrated your large intestine while also damaging a major vein within that region. After dispatching your assailants, I had to proceed quickly to sustain your life. I injected you with microscopic agents that slowed down your heart rate and placed you in a form of stasis, while temporarily sealing the areas that were damaged in order to stop any additional bleeding. I then transported you here to repair you within one of the restructuring pods.”
A trembling Laurence took a minute to run his hands up and down parts of his body. Along with the knife wound through his stomach, the multiple tracks that once riddled different parts of his body were also gone. Tears slowly ran from his eyes as he finally realized that his once frail and sickly form had been replaced by a solid and powerful body. Better than what he had six years ago. He covered his mouth to muffle his audible cries as he slowly stretched out his right leg.
“You seem to be in distress,” observed the mechanical king cobra. “Are you in some form of pain?”
“My knee,” a choked up Laurence answered through his tears. “You fixed it. You fixed my knee.”
“You were suffering from an array of structural and nerve damage,” it answered. “An ailment easily remedied by removing the damaged tissues and nerves, and re-growing new ones in their place.”
“You, re-grew my knee?” He shook his head in disbelief.
“It was the logical protocol to execute,” it responded. “Very odd that the medical practitioners that did the initial repairs did not use this procedure and instead implanted metal to repair the damage while administering addictive medication with poisonous side effects in an attempt to quarantine your physical pain. Your planet’s current research in genetic cloning and stem cells should have made them proficient in this method of treatment.”
“How did you clean me up? I mean, why did you clean me up?”
“Answer to how ,” responded the serpent. “Additional scans revealed that your system was saturated with an array of deadly toxins. If left unattended you would have expired in approximately two weeks due to several simultaneous organ failures. Fortunately, due to your superior genetic makeup, there was ample material to make the necessary repairs and upgrades.”
“Superior genetics? Repairs and upgrades?” asked a baffled Laurence.
“Your genetic lineage stems from sixty percent Ethiopian DNA and twenty percent Egyptian DNA, which puts you in the class of pure Homo Sapiens, the dominant genetic human species of this planet,” explained the metallic snake. “As opposed to your species’ other divergent counterpart which contains Neanderthal ancestral history. The other twenty percent of your genetic makeup is Annunaki DNA. Based on these traits I was able to optimize the efficiency of your current form. Your body proceeded to do the rest by purifying your blood of the toxins and repairing itself from both internal and external damage brought upon by abuse and neglect. Because of the severity of the damage, it took approximately three weeks for your body to go through the process of withdrawal while making the necessary
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