repairs.”
“I’ve been out for three weeks?” Stunned, Laurence’s shoulders slumped.
“Final scans taken fifteen minutes ago reveal that your body is now operating at its maximum potential,” the snake summated its analysis. “Although you are now immune to such toxins and poisons, I would advise no longer indulging in recreational drug use. It is not healthy for you.”
“Are you saying …I can’t get high …ever again?”
“Your upgraded regenerative capabilities will no longer allow such toxins to remain in your system,” answered the serpent. “Your optimization also grants you superior healing from both minor and some major wounds and injury, as well as a high degree of durability, strength, stamina, and longevity.”
“Longevity?” he let out a panicky chuckle.
“At your current state,” responded the metal reptile. “You will possibly live several hundred centuries.”
Laurence stumbled as if he was about to fall on his rear.
“You made me …immortal?”
“Negative,” it corrected him. “Immortality would imply that your body has the ability to sustain itself without nourishment. You will continue to age, and your life force will eventually be extinguished due to either natural or unnatural causes. However, the current aging parameter of your species no longer applies to you.”
“Why did you do this to me?” He shook and lowered his head.
“I am your familiar; it is my primary order to protect and preserve your life,” the massive robotic king cobra stated again.
“What does that mean?” He snapped lashing out. “I’m just some bum from Brooklyn! I’m nobody! Who I am supposed to be to you?”
“You are the direct descendant of Amun-Ra, son of Amun, and grandson to Ra of the house of Ra,” the familiar informed him.
“Amun-Ra…Ra…Ra…” Laurence kneaded his skull.
He painfully searched his brain for the name that sounded so familiar; his eyes widened as it dawned on him where he had heard it
“I’m the descendant…of an Egyptian sun god?” He swallowed.
“Solar deity was one of the names given to him by the humans of that time. Within the Aztec culture of your planet he was known as Tonatiuh. To the Inca he was known as Inti and Apu-punchau. He however was no deity.” The gleaming metal serpent informed him. “Amun-Ra was the son of Amun and Neith under the house of Ra, one of the five ruling houses of Anu. As translated in your English language he was a renowned leader, politician, scientist, explorer, and soldier.”
“So…he was an alien?” Laurence shuddered, “you’re saying…I’m part alien.”
“You are twenty percent Annunaki,” answered the cobra.
Senses crashed, emotionally battered, Laurence made his way back to the pod to sit down and attempt a reboot. His eyes had closed as a frail junkie bleeding out from a fatal knife wound, and they had reopened better than healed, sitting within an alien ship at the bottom of the ocean talking to a robotic snake. The fact that he couldn’t chalk this experience up to a drug induced hallucination made processing his current predicament even more strenuous. What bothered him most was that he could feel his physical strength, which had replaced all the pain and compounded ailments that he had learned to cope with. Something that should have brought him unbridled joy was driving him to blubbering insanity. Why him? After all this time, what made him so special?
Suddenly, he remembered when he was at death’s door; he was not the only person in the room that day.
“There was …someone else with me,” Laurence swallowed. “A girl …Rosemary …what happened to her?”
“Her life force was extinguished by the projectile wounds she received.” It bluntly answered. “I did not take a proper scan to determine how she expired, but I could not detect her heartbeat after dispatching your three
“I’ve been out for three weeks?” Stunned, Laurence’s shoulders slumped.
“Final scans taken fifteen minutes ago reveal that your body is now operating at its maximum potential,” the snake summated its analysis. “Although you are now immune to such toxins and poisons, I would advise no longer indulging in recreational drug use. It is not healthy for you.”
“Are you saying …I can’t get high …ever again?”
“Your upgraded regenerative capabilities will no longer allow such toxins to remain in your system,” answered the serpent. “Your optimization also grants you superior healing from both minor and some major wounds and injury, as well as a high degree of durability, strength, stamina, and longevity.”
“Longevity?” he let out a panicky chuckle.
“At your current state,” responded the metal reptile. “You will possibly live several hundred centuries.”
Laurence stumbled as if he was about to fall on his rear.
“You made me …immortal?”
“Negative,” it corrected him. “Immortality would imply that your body has the ability to sustain itself without nourishment. You will continue to age, and your life force will eventually be extinguished due to either natural or unnatural causes. However, the current aging parameter of your species no longer applies to you.”
“Why did you do this to me?” He shook and lowered his head.
“I am your familiar; it is my primary order to protect and preserve your life,” the massive robotic king cobra stated again.
“What does that mean?” He snapped lashing out. “I’m just some bum from Brooklyn! I’m nobody! Who I am supposed to be to you?”
“You are the direct descendant of Amun-Ra, son of Amun, and grandson to Ra of the house of Ra,” the familiar informed him.
“Amun-Ra…Ra…Ra…” Laurence kneaded his skull.
He painfully searched his brain for the name that sounded so familiar; his eyes widened as it dawned on him where he had heard it
“I’m the descendant…of an Egyptian sun god?” He swallowed.
“Solar deity was one of the names given to him by the humans of that time. Within the Aztec culture of your planet he was known as Tonatiuh. To the Inca he was known as Inti and Apu-punchau. He however was no deity.” The gleaming metal serpent informed him. “Amun-Ra was the son of Amun and Neith under the house of Ra, one of the five ruling houses of Anu. As translated in your English language he was a renowned leader, politician, scientist, explorer, and soldier.”
“So…he was an alien?” Laurence shuddered, “you’re saying…I’m part alien.”
“You are twenty percent Annunaki,” answered the cobra.
Senses crashed, emotionally battered, Laurence made his way back to the pod to sit down and attempt a reboot. His eyes had closed as a frail junkie bleeding out from a fatal knife wound, and they had reopened better than healed, sitting within an alien ship at the bottom of the ocean talking to a robotic snake. The fact that he couldn’t chalk this experience up to a drug induced hallucination made processing his current predicament even more strenuous. What bothered him most was that he could feel his physical strength, which had replaced all the pain and compounded ailments that he had learned to cope with. Something that should have brought him unbridled joy was driving him to blubbering insanity. Why him? After all this time, what made him so special?
Suddenly, he remembered when he was at death’s door; he was not the only person in the room that day.
“There was …someone else with me,” Laurence swallowed. “A girl …Rosemary …what happened to her?”
“Her life force was extinguished by the projectile wounds she received.” It bluntly answered. “I did not take a proper scan to determine how she expired, but I could not detect her heartbeat after dispatching your three
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