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Authors: Naomi Lucas
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Not the daily hunger every person feels but the type of hunger that occurs after being deprived of food for a significant amount of time.
"Do you want some?" She pulled out more to offer him.
Taken aback by her generosity, "no thank you. Cyborgs don't eat roots." She continued to look at him for a moment before putting them back into her pouch.
Jack could have eaten the roots so he wasn't entirely lying, they would have done very little for his system. Cyborgs had far more complicated digestive systems than a human being or Trentian.
Jack, like all Cyborgs, had to monitor and maintain his biological side as well as his tech core and processing systems. On one hand he fed his tech side with updates to his systems. Staying technologically ahead meant constant maintenance to improve speed, cyber reach, and physical endurance.
Cyborgs had a secret central hub that only they had access to where information was constantly shared. They all fed into it, protected it, and helped maintain it and he received most of his enhancements from it.
His nanobots healed away any damage to his systems, whether it was technical or physical as they were perfectly attuned to both sides. If one side died then the rest would die too; yes his consciousness could live on forever as part of the network but he would have no body for it. Not unless someone was willing to spend millions of dollars to rebuild him.
There were some Cyborgs still existing without a body wandering cyberspace, corrupting systems, navigating the digital realm, and all around spying on others.
His human body needed sustenance but only a small amount and not very often. He kept protein bars and moleculers on board his ship for just that reason. He had eaten a bar yesterday but only because he transferred a substantial amount of his nanobots to his ship and creating more took a toll on both his halves.
***
They had been walking for what seemed like hours now and she had watched the sun's position above them out of boredom. It had been mostly silent since their earlier conversation and she hated it. Allie had so many questions she wanted to ask.
She knew he had access to information she had only dreamed of but it wasn't really that, she admitted. She wanted to become his friend; make a connection with another being even if it was for a short time.
An internal battle raged within herself. On one hand she desperately wanted to get to know him but on the other... she was also incredibly intimidated. So after much contemplation she sadly resolved to stay quiet and only sneak glances his way.
Allie liked how he looked and she found herself appreciating him in full survival mode. Jack . She thought to herself, could probably kill the Warlord and all his Generals without hesitation.
Glancing over again– he still looked so stern, so fierce, with his short dark hair catching strays of light that gave it a fleeting indigo gleam. Her former captors were no match for him, she fantasized, imagining he was there that day she stood in line with the other terrified girls.
The Warlord would have just arrived and before he even touched the first girl, Jack would appear out of nowhere and gut him from behind. She pictured him with his dagger in hand and the blood of the Warlord dripping down its sharp edge.
That he would look up and meet her eyes.
That he would walk over to her with purpose.
That he would –
It was a nice fantasy but that was all it was.
Finally, she felt the courage to break the silence, "Why are you here–errr–I mean what brought you close to this planet?" She asked cautiously.
He looked her way. "I'm hunting."
That was ominous. Confused, "Hunting for what?"
"A man."
“But there is no one here but me.” Was there somebody else?
He looked over at her but said nothing.
The conversation dropped and another hour went by. The sun was directly above them before the silence broke again.
***
"Let's rest here. You can eat while I look around." Jack dropped
"Do you want some?" She pulled out more to offer him.
Taken aback by her generosity, "no thank you. Cyborgs don't eat roots." She continued to look at him for a moment before putting them back into her pouch.
Jack could have eaten the roots so he wasn't entirely lying, they would have done very little for his system. Cyborgs had far more complicated digestive systems than a human being or Trentian.
Jack, like all Cyborgs, had to monitor and maintain his biological side as well as his tech core and processing systems. On one hand he fed his tech side with updates to his systems. Staying technologically ahead meant constant maintenance to improve speed, cyber reach, and physical endurance.
Cyborgs had a secret central hub that only they had access to where information was constantly shared. They all fed into it, protected it, and helped maintain it and he received most of his enhancements from it.
His nanobots healed away any damage to his systems, whether it was technical or physical as they were perfectly attuned to both sides. If one side died then the rest would die too; yes his consciousness could live on forever as part of the network but he would have no body for it. Not unless someone was willing to spend millions of dollars to rebuild him.
There were some Cyborgs still existing without a body wandering cyberspace, corrupting systems, navigating the digital realm, and all around spying on others.
His human body needed sustenance but only a small amount and not very often. He kept protein bars and moleculers on board his ship for just that reason. He had eaten a bar yesterday but only because he transferred a substantial amount of his nanobots to his ship and creating more took a toll on both his halves.
***
They had been walking for what seemed like hours now and she had watched the sun's position above them out of boredom. It had been mostly silent since their earlier conversation and she hated it. Allie had so many questions she wanted to ask.
She knew he had access to information she had only dreamed of but it wasn't really that, she admitted. She wanted to become his friend; make a connection with another being even if it was for a short time.
An internal battle raged within herself. On one hand she desperately wanted to get to know him but on the other... she was also incredibly intimidated. So after much contemplation she sadly resolved to stay quiet and only sneak glances his way.
Allie liked how he looked and she found herself appreciating him in full survival mode. Jack . She thought to herself, could probably kill the Warlord and all his Generals without hesitation.
Glancing over again– he still looked so stern, so fierce, with his short dark hair catching strays of light that gave it a fleeting indigo gleam. Her former captors were no match for him, she fantasized, imagining he was there that day she stood in line with the other terrified girls.
The Warlord would have just arrived and before he even touched the first girl, Jack would appear out of nowhere and gut him from behind. She pictured him with his dagger in hand and the blood of the Warlord dripping down its sharp edge.
That he would look up and meet her eyes.
That he would walk over to her with purpose.
That he would –
It was a nice fantasy but that was all it was.
Finally, she felt the courage to break the silence, "Why are you here–errr–I mean what brought you close to this planet?" She asked cautiously.
He looked her way. "I'm hunting."
That was ominous. Confused, "Hunting for what?"
"A man."
“But there is no one here but me.” Was there somebody else?
He looked over at her but said nothing.
The conversation dropped and another hour went by. The sun was directly above them before the silence broke again.
***
"Let's rest here. You can eat while I look around." Jack dropped
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