forum “ mission failed successfully.” ( end of the world rp)

Started September 27, 2021 by Deleted user

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Hiro sighed “ you won't find anything. I've tried.”

Malcolm huffed, continuing to search.

“I’ve been making microscopic machines for over a hundred years. Besides, whether I find anything or not, it’s still fascinating to look.”

A wicked grin crossed his face and he set down his toolkit, picking through it without looking. He took out a vial of little beads, more nanobots.

“And, if you’re willing to try, these particular little helpers create and repair machines. I love these little suckers. They could likely help find the issue, if one even exists, without altering a thing.”

“ that's fine..” he said reluctantly. “ kit if something goes wrong, you run.”

Malcolm snorted, then set the magnifying glass down and poured a handful of nanobots into his hand. They unraveled.

“Alright, my little friends, help me find and repair the problem here. Be careful, this is a sensitive project. Nothing is to be tampered with unless I say.”

They flashed blue and Malcolm gently poured the nanobots along Hiro’s spine. They crawled around, examining the exposed spine, then a few burrowed, continuing to scan the spine and surrounding tissue.

“I’d stay as still as possible. Makes the process easier on both parties.”

“ I… I'm trying” now and then nerves were hit and hiros arm would jump or leg would twitch.

“Spread out. Whole skeleton. Gently now.”

A few more nanobots burrowed. Malcolm hummed to himself, checking through his toolkit. He noticeably sat with his left side facing Hiro.

“ this feels like a fucked up high” he said. Hiro started to feel more uneasy by the moment.

Malcolm’s demented grin returned.

“Details. Any pain, tingling, other weird sensations? Where are they? The more details, the better.”

“ right now, they're all over my arms, tingling around my joints. “ hiro held out his arm to the doctor, while dots no bigger then a goosebump moved around his arms

“So, are you just a layer of flesh over a metal skeleton? Because that never happens… or maybe it does, I’ve never used them on organic tissue.”

Malcolm shrugged, watching the little bumps similar to a cat watching a bug.

“ dad said I was born damn near stillborn. Born in a lab he was able to use these same little ass bugs to build a skeletal system. Then one day I just started walking and talking.”

“Nanobots. They’re called nanobots. What was your father? What did he specialize in, if anything? I, myself, am a Nanotechnologist, and a mechanist. Hence, why I have so many nanobots and small machines. The AI are the biggest machines I’ve ever created, though they seem to have gotten bigger on their own.”

Malcolm grabbed his magnifying glass again, looking at all of the nanobots he could find.

(So, is there something wrong, or not, or is this one of those moments where I come up with something? I’m casual, however it goes, though I usually don’t mess with/modify other people’s characters. Or am I being impatient, lol?)

“ I'm not sure. I asked questions no answers were ever given. To him I was nothing more than a failed experiment. But i knew his team member was a nanotechnologist as well as he built the bots. “ hiro went on relaying any details he could give.

Malcolm paused, thinking long.

“Is he still alive? How old did he seem?”

Malcolm pondered if he had known Hiro’s father, though the last time he had worked with others was in his early thirties, a hundred and twenty years ago.

(Though, I am brewing a few ideas on the ‘Malcolm fucking with Hiro’ part)

“ he was about 29 to 30 the last time I saw him, before the end. “ hiro yelped out “ FACK”. His Russian accent was heavy again. The nano bots had found the problem. A herd of other bots had collected all over his bones. Long since out of power.

“As in he was about thirty when the world went to shit?”Malcolm asked, unfazed by Hiro’s shriek.

The nanobots on Hiro’s spine abruptly flashed twice.

“Clean and repair. If possible, bring me a fragment, so I might figure out a way to fix it long term.”

The nanobot flashed twice again. Malcolm’s eyebrow rose, but he shrugged and poured more nanobots on his hand, pouring the reinforcements on Hiro.

All of the nanobots burrowed, cleaning the bones and repairing any damage they could find. When they were finished, they all re-emerged and dropped fragments in front of Malcolm before deactivating. The fragments seemed little bigger than a tiny pile of dirt or rice, but it was like gold to Malcolm.

He quickly placed the fragments in a spare vial he kept and examined the fragments with his magnifying glass.

“ the fuck did they do?” he said, his voice strained with pain. Slowly and gradually the red light shut off, turning into a dim blue. The same blue of his eyes

“You had a bunch of ‘dead’ nanobots piling up. Somewhat like how dead skin builds up, but instead on your skeleton. My nanobots cleaned the mess. And now, I am going to study the shit out of this to figure out what these nanobots were. First of all, whoever made them did a shitty job.”

Malcolm turned away, putting all of his own nanobots in the vial. He activated the last nanobot and set it on Hiro again.

“Keep an eye on the boy’s skeleton.”

He turned to Hiro.

“I’m leaving this last bot on you to monitor your skeleton. Don’t complain.”

He returned to studying the vial, picking apart the mechanics of the nanobots with ease. They were definitely primitive compared to his own designs.

( dude what if they were his design, just when he was more Naïve) hiro nodded. He yawned and pulled William close. He found sleeping easier with the cat near him.

(Oh, that’s a twist)

Malcolm flicked Hiro’s ear.

“Hey, you didn’t answer my question. Was your father thirty when the world went to shit, or earlier?”

He looked back at the nanobots, and his eyes narrowed.

“ about thirty right when the world ended?!” he swatted at Malcolm “ why are so damn interested “

“Listen closely, boy. When the world blew up, was that when he was thirty, or was he thirty before the world blew up, as in years before it blew up?”Malcolm growled.

“ he had just turned thirty when the world went to shit”

(Another idea, maybe Hiro’s father stole Malcolm’s old design. Or he could be a descendant of a coworker that had stolen Malcolm’s designs. shrug)

Malcolm turned away, eyeing the dead nanobots. Something nagged at him. Something about these nanobots seemed way too familiar.

He eyed Hiro cautiously, then looked back at the nanobots. He sighed and took a deep breath, his mind still whirling.

“ Davis shimada “ hiro mumbled. He had a traumatized look on his face “ his name was Davis shimada”

“Fuck!”

Malcolm narrowed his eyes in thought, thinking back to the vague era in his life where he was but a simple scientist, and whole. He remembered a Shimada.

Malcolm started to laugh and the vial slipped out of his hand, landing with a light thunk on the ground. He glanced down, noticing two fragments had moved to appear as a whole nanobot. It was indeed a familiar design, because it was his own.

“I can’t remember if I knew your father, or your grandfather, but I knew one of them. It’s been so many years. Did I work with him or did he fucking steal my design? Fuck! I don’t remember!”

He turned to Hiro, heaving a long, frustrated sigh.

“Well, I think you could probably consider me an evil uncle of sorts. I designed the nanobots in your body. And I was shit at designing them until I hit my seventies.”

“…” his steely blue eyes focused on Malcolm. “ at least you can fix me if I break” he said

“Fix you? Fuck, I can upgrade you. Or I can give to the AI and they can upgrade you tenfold, if you want to lose your humanity. But, either way, fuck it.”

Malcolm stood, grabbing his tool and vials and setting them on the counter. He disappeared in the back for a moment, returning with several machines and more tools.

He grabbed his chair and sat down, studying the dead nanobots and comparing them to the several versions he had now, looking for a way to integrate the new design into the old.

“And, if you do get hungry, there’s a nest of annoying mutated birds on the roof. I fucking hate them, but they’re rather delicious when well cooked.”

(You know, this is the nicest Malcolm has ever been to anyone after he became a cyborg. Which, to me, is fucking hysterical)