Rebirth

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okay, so this is my first fanfic, just an idea i came up with yesterday. tell me what you think


I remember, vaguely, the days on 'Rtra, the days when i was dead and blind. Everything was hazy, and red clouds my vision when i think of it now, as my mind takes me home to the place where i never belonged.
the pain is unimaginable, unending and unceasing. i have never been without it; it is all i know. the sounds.... all my memories of what i would call a vawm or dark time are harsh and white and sterile, underlaid with the steady beep, beep, beep of my monitors, the machiness that keep me alive. the visits from my father, the stuttering, sobbing words as he tries to tell the lifeless shell that meant so much to his wife, that its mother, his darling, the girl he has loved since the first time he saw her, is dead, dead and gone, but she has no machines to keep her here like i do. if i could, i would speak, i think. i would tell him pxäsik, let me go. let me free, let me die. it isnt worth staying. it just isnt worth the pain. my clearest memory, the one i look back on most, starts like any other. my fathers blurry features hovering over my bleary blind eyes, his tears falling on my still white face. "Wake up," he begs. "i need you so much, i need someone, anyone, i'm so alone..." that was the memory when Resources Development Administration found me.

[Syulang]

I think you're supposed to have a seperate comments thread, but anyway. This sounds good, I'd like to read more if you're going to continue it. 

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sorry if this is on the wrong thread, if it is, could a mod move it? \ irayo

at first my father doesnt see them, these two blacksuited men hovering behind him like vultures. i think my eyes flicker, because my father turns. his eyes widen and he stands. "Who are you?" he asks, and he sounds afraid. "We heard about your daughters condition." says one, ignoring the question. "And we are interested in her." the second vulture nods. "very interested." my father rests a hand protectively on my bed. "Who are you?" he asks again. the first vulture smiles thinly, as though he finds my father irritating. "we represent RDA." the second narrows his eyes and smiles an even thinner smile with bloodless lips. "you may have heard of us." my father trembles. "RDA?" he asks. "What do you want with my little katie?"
"to study her." answers the second vulture. "We have need of her....abilities."
my father blinks. "abilities? but she's nothing. she's never spoken. she's a vegetable." the vultures flick their black gazes to me and present me with their ghastly parodies of smiles. "on the contrary, we beleive her to be sentinent. her eyes move, and although she has limited movement, we beleive we can remedy that."
"how?" my fathers breathless voice mimicks my thoughts.
"we are not at liberty to disclose such information." says the second smoothly. the first frowns slightly at him. "we want to test her before we can grant you or her access to such important intelligence."
"If you can make her move, if you can make her talk you can do anything you want!" my fathers exited tone promises me to the vultures.
and like that, it is done.

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I don't know if anyones actually reading this, let me know what you think . Eywa ngahu

For the next few days, my father does not leave my side. The vultures stay as well, and scientists come, many, many white-coated figures pressing, pushing at my machines, one pushing a tube down my throat. When one of them shines a light into my eye, I manage to twitch my hand in protest. The vultures have a hurried conversation with the scientists. "test her now." one snaps. "put her in for the scans." the scientists nod, and they all circle me like leaves in a whirlwind as I and my machines are lifted and arranged onto various trollies. They take me to a darkened, silvery room. They leave, and it's just me and the ceaseless beeping. The room lights up, and green lights pinpoint me- my eyes, nose, chest and abdomen, picking out and projecting the shape of my organs into the air. The holograms rotate lazily above me, turning the room a weird shade of green. My heart pulses strongly, in time with the sound of the monitors. The hologram of my lungs enlarges, and zooms in close enough for me, and presumably the scientists and vultures, to see the individual cells. There must be something special, for the door at once flies open and RDA in its various guises of vulture and scientist is back. The holograms flicker and are gone, and the room fills with exited chatter. "-they really do look perfect, the cellular structure-" "-will really hold out-" "-I'm telling you, we've found the missing link-" "-we've got it-" "-the perfect DNA, did you see those genomes?"
The vultures stand above me, smiling their terrible smiles. "we really have done it." says one. The second nods, his eyes far away, looking not at me, but at mountains and rivers and bioluminescence not of this dead world. "imagine," he says. "just imagine the profit...."