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pulled out the augment, hit a button as small hair-thin lines moved outwards.
“This is going to feel uncomfortable,” the medic warned, retracted the augments lines and putting it up and into Mark's ribcage.
“Almost,” the medic said, sounding calm as hell. Mark felt like he was watching someone else get their innards played with, but the feeling of pressure on his back made him feel the blood drain from his face.
Calm down, he's done this before. Mark thought, looking at the ceiling.
“Done,” the medic said, their hand coming out a little bloody. They sprayed something into the wound which started to clear up.
“It will feel odd for a few days, but it won't hurt, you have any problems talk to your unit medic. I'm putting it on your file now.” They pulled out their tablet, “Those nano-machines are awesome, and they’re already integrating into your systems and starting to get to work. It’s running an internal scan of you. Damn I wish every person had this, its instantaneous information and self-repair!” The medic squealed.
“Thanks,” Mark said, another needle snaked its way into his leg.
“No, thank you I don’t get to see this tech, like, ever! ” They grabbed a needle, jabbing it into Mark’s leg.
Feeling returned to his body and he felt, fine. Well it felt like the area under his right peck was itchy, but it wasn't painful or annoying.
Another needle snaked into his arm.
“You love those things don't you?” Mark grunted.
“And last, but not least, you get a new chip.” The medic pulled a clamp looking thing from the side of the bed.
“Arm,” they said holding out their hand.
Mark offered his limb, getting it pushed into the clamp and sealed.
It made a hissing noise as he felt something being stamped into his flesh. Thankfully he didn't have to see it and it felt more odd than painful.
“You're all done now,” the medic said with a grin. The clamp opened and Mark had a longer scar where his original identity chip had been located.
“Thanks doc,” Mark said, getting off of the table and heading through the next doors before the medic could think to do anything else with his body.
He walked out of the room greeted by a row of kiosks like the ones in the lobby. Mark looked around for the other two.
“Did you get yours in?” Tyler asked from behind Mark.
Mark lifted up his shirt to show the pencil-thin line under his rib.
“Same,” Tyler showed a similar line under his rib. “Shoulda told them to knock me out,” Tyler muttered.
Mark laughed and clapped his brother on the shoulder.
“Hurry up recruits!” The two bronze lines over a dot on her shoulder marked her as a sergeant.
She watched recruits come out of the medical wings, probably put there for the very act of pushing the recruits along with a stiff glare and her loud voice.
“Yes Sergeant,” Mark said, getting an odd look from the woman.
Mark saw other sergeants yelling at recruits, some bodily pushing the crying and scared individuals.
They caught sight of Alexis, Tyler waved her over.
Out in the slums they might be from rival gangs, but in here there were no gangs, just troopers. Mark was already finding it nice to have at least two faces he knew in the crowd.
Alexis followed after them, stepping up to a kiosk.
“Next of Kin?” The new screen asked. This kiosk wasn’t the polished wood and steel of the
“This is going to feel uncomfortable,” the medic warned, retracted the augments lines and putting it up and into Mark's ribcage.
“Almost,” the medic said, sounding calm as hell. Mark felt like he was watching someone else get their innards played with, but the feeling of pressure on his back made him feel the blood drain from his face.
Calm down, he's done this before. Mark thought, looking at the ceiling.
“Done,” the medic said, their hand coming out a little bloody. They sprayed something into the wound which started to clear up.
“It will feel odd for a few days, but it won't hurt, you have any problems talk to your unit medic. I'm putting it on your file now.” They pulled out their tablet, “Those nano-machines are awesome, and they’re already integrating into your systems and starting to get to work. It’s running an internal scan of you. Damn I wish every person had this, its instantaneous information and self-repair!” The medic squealed.
“Thanks,” Mark said, another needle snaked its way into his leg.
“No, thank you I don’t get to see this tech, like, ever! ” They grabbed a needle, jabbing it into Mark’s leg.
Feeling returned to his body and he felt, fine. Well it felt like the area under his right peck was itchy, but it wasn't painful or annoying.
Another needle snaked into his arm.
“You love those things don't you?” Mark grunted.
“And last, but not least, you get a new chip.” The medic pulled a clamp looking thing from the side of the bed.
“Arm,” they said holding out their hand.
Mark offered his limb, getting it pushed into the clamp and sealed.
It made a hissing noise as he felt something being stamped into his flesh. Thankfully he didn't have to see it and it felt more odd than painful.
“You're all done now,” the medic said with a grin. The clamp opened and Mark had a longer scar where his original identity chip had been located.
“Thanks doc,” Mark said, getting off of the table and heading through the next doors before the medic could think to do anything else with his body.
He walked out of the room greeted by a row of kiosks like the ones in the lobby. Mark looked around for the other two.
“Did you get yours in?” Tyler asked from behind Mark.
Mark lifted up his shirt to show the pencil-thin line under his rib.
“Same,” Tyler showed a similar line under his rib. “Shoulda told them to knock me out,” Tyler muttered.
Mark laughed and clapped his brother on the shoulder.
“Hurry up recruits!” The two bronze lines over a dot on her shoulder marked her as a sergeant.
She watched recruits come out of the medical wings, probably put there for the very act of pushing the recruits along with a stiff glare and her loud voice.
“Yes Sergeant,” Mark said, getting an odd look from the woman.
Mark saw other sergeants yelling at recruits, some bodily pushing the crying and scared individuals.
They caught sight of Alexis, Tyler waved her over.
Out in the slums they might be from rival gangs, but in here there were no gangs, just troopers. Mark was already finding it nice to have at least two faces he knew in the crowd.
Alexis followed after them, stepping up to a kiosk.
“Next of Kin?” The new screen asked. This kiosk wasn’t the polished wood and steel of the
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