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Subject 001 Alpha series, initial integration reports

Void extraction proceeded as normal. Subject was emitting wild bursts of uncontrolled energy upon initial extraction, so void dampeners were activated, rendering the subject immobile, though unharmed. Subject was then transported from void bay YYA99 to Dr. Modus' medical lab.
-Chief void operator Rassus.
Beginning exactly 15 minutes after void extraction as per the notes of Dr. Yolani, integration of advanced technocyte strain commenced. Initially, the strain progressed slowly, but after metastasizing in the stomach of the subject, outward expansion towards the neural center was extremely rapid. Approximately 3 minutes after first injection, subject had become prepared for further exoskeleton modifications, and assessment of void damage and subsequent body modification began.
-Dr. Modus
Void damage to this subject is consistent with the notes on previous subjects who were exposed to this particular wavelength of void energies. Subject is now resistant to standard forms of anesthesia due to altered blood flow that resulted from technocyte injection, as well as a constant increased production of adrenaline from void exposure. Therefore, subject was restrained and operation began while subject was conscious. Exterior portions of skin were completely charred away, and the eyes, nose, ears, lips, genitalia, and breasts were also removed.

Aside: Though it is not my department, I would posit that exosuit shaping should be based on the subject's original gender, so public view of these projects becomes somewhat improved. An army of eunuchs may not garner as much public support as an army that is closer to its original human form.

Teeth of the subject were fused together with the mandible and maxilla, and were pushed outwards by a technocyte weave through the front of the skull into a thick plate of bone, causing severe breathing difficulties in the subject. Bands were inserted into the subject's jawline and were pushed inward along a central point to shatter the bone plate and force the jaws apart. From there, a breathing tube was inserted into the corner of the jaw and ran along the subject's neckline into port above the ribcage that feeds into the artificial lungs. Eating and drinking will no longer be a concern, as nutrient injections as well as a waste recycling system in the subject's stomach will maintain energy needs. Though the eyes were destroyed, the sockets remained exposed, so a protective plating was fused into the brow. Neural sensors were placed along the side of the head to prevent possible damage through the eye sockets. As per previous reports, the occipital bone was made significantly more malleable through the technocyte's integration, so an array of bracers was implanted upwards along the parietal. Head plating, while somewhat less necessary, was also installed to increase protectiveness of the subject's frontal bone. As you are aware, void energies seem to coalesce in the nervous system of whatever living beings it inhabits, so all precautions are taken to protect it. This particular voidlength causes the technocyte to sprout a horn like growth towards the front of the skull. Attempts to remove the growth proved unsuccessful, as the growth immediately regrew and caused violent spasms in the subject. Though it could potentially be pressed down, I fear the roots of the technocyte may attack the subject's brain, so I advise that the exosuit is grafted around this growth. Once subject had received all necessary modifications to the skull, I passed the subject off to chief exosuit engineer Denalius.
-Dr. Grannet.
As I emerged from the infinite expanse of white, I returned to a place that was now foreign to me. My body, though wracked with pain and confusion, knew one thing. I was not meant to be here. I pleaded, begged, screamed for forgiveness from these men who seemed so familiar, yet so strange. Yet my words were naught twisted shrieks and gurgles, retched from an unfamiliar maw, and they did little to sway the company of armed men moving towards me. I flew into a frenzy, feeling as if a great pressure was being relieved from my mind, as brilliant light filled the chamber. One man close to the front vanished in a cloud of red mist and smoke, harsh commands echoed from somewhere nearby, and suddenly my body went limp. I yearned to return to the warmth and protection of that place, as did every fiber of my being. Instead, I was dragged away from the doorway, and taken to my doom. As I laid upon that table, I witnessed my demise with an odd detachment. They shoveled my innards from my corpse, piles of black, slimy viscera. I did not cry for them. They were no longer mine. Though that is not to say my demise was silent. Nay, I roared with fury and pain, each slice of their cruel blades a blinding flash against the darkness of my death. For while my body was to continue living, this was the death of me. My individuality. Each cut, each tug of flesh, and each crack of bone was a new memory. A new entry into my mind that overwrote what was there before. A cruel expanse of agony, ebbing and flowing as an ichorous darkness slithered into my heart. Soon, all I could remember was the pain. The fear as a foreign, alien mass took hold of my body and mind. I prayed. To something. To anything to let me die. To let me sleep. To let me sink back into the warm glow of eternity I was reborn from. But my body forced me into reality. It kept me awake and lucid, and it said to me "look! Look at what you are to become!" Though it repulsed me, I found I could no longer close my eyes to shut out the sight, seeing instead from a different perspective I could not make dark. And as the last of me was torn asunder, I saw him. A figure, flanked by guards, observing from behind a pane of glass overlooking my massacre. He looked down upon me with cold satisfaction, and though I had no way of truly knowing, I knew him to be the orchestrator of my death. So with my last breath, my last thought of individuality, I held onto his image. I etched it into every synapse of my mind, deeper than the knives could ever reach, firmer than my new flesh could ever erase. I repeated his image in my mind a thousand times, and a thousand times again. And then, I died. But when my body walked, moved, killed of its own accord, I was still there. Hiding, deep within my subconscious, sheltered by the warmth of eternity. Holding onto a single, desperate thought.

Revenge.

Description

Subject 001 Alpha series, initial integration reports

Void extraction proceeded as normal. Subject was emitting wild bursts of uncontrolled energy upon initial extraction, so void dampeners were activated, rendering the subject immobile, though unharmed. Subject was then transported from void bay YYA99 to Dr. Modus' medical lab.
-Chief void operator Rassus.
Beginning exactly 15 minutes after void extraction as per the notes of Dr. Yolani, integration of advanced technocyte strain commenced. Initially, the strain progressed slowly, but after metastasizing in the stomach of the subject, outward expansion towards the neural center was extremely rapid. Approximately 3 minutes after first injection, subject had become prepared for further exoskeleton modifications, and assessment of void damage and subsequent body modification began.
-Dr. Modus
Void damage to this subject is consistent with the notes on previous subjects who were exposed to this particular wavelength of void energies. Subject is now resistant to standard forms of anesthesia due to altered blood flow that resulted from technocyte injection, as well as a constant increased production of adrenaline from void exposure. Therefore, subject was restrained and operation began while subject was conscious. Exterior portions of skin were completely charred away, and the eyes, nose, ears, lips, genitalia, and breasts were also removed.

Aside: Though it is not my department, I would posit that exosuit shaping should be based on the subject's original gender, so public view of these projects becomes somewhat improved. An army of eunuchs may not garner as much public support as an army that is closer to its original human form.

Teeth of the subject were fused together with the mandible and maxilla, and were pushed outwards by a technocyte weave through the front of the skull into a thick plate of bone, causing severe breathing difficulties in the subject. Bands were inserted into the subject's jawline and were pushed inward along a central point to shatter the bone plate and force the jaws apart. From there, a breathing tube was inserted into the corner of the jaw and ran along the subject's neckline into port above the ribcage that feeds into the artificial lungs. Eating and drinking will no longer be a concern, as nutrient injections as well as a waste recycling system in the subject's stomach will maintain energy needs. Though the eyes were destroyed, the sockets remained exposed, so a protective plating was fused into the brow. Neural sensors were placed along the side of the head to prevent possible damage through the eye sockets. As per previous reports, the occipital bone was made significantly more malleable through the technocyte's integration, so an array of bracers was implanted upwards along the parietal. Head plating, while somewhat less necessary, was also installed to increase protectiveness of the subject's frontal bone. As you are aware, void energies seem to coalesce in the nervous system of whatever living beings it inhabits, so all precautions are taken to protect it. This particular voidlength causes the technocyte to sprout a horn like growth towards the front of the skull. Attempts to remove the growth proved unsuccessful, as the growth immediately regrew and caused violent spasms in the subject. Though it could potentially be pressed down, I fear the roots of the technocyte may attack the subject's brain, so I advise that the exosuit is grafted around this growth. Once subject had received all necessary modifications to the skull, I passed the subject off to chief exosuit engineer Denalius.
-Dr. Grannet.
As I emerged from the infinite expanse of white, I returned to a place that was now foreign to me. My body, though wracked with pain and confusion, knew one thing. I was not meant to be here. I pleaded, begged, screamed for forgiveness from these men who seemed so familiar, yet so strange. Yet my words were naught twisted shrieks and gurgles, retched from an unfamiliar maw, and they did little to sway the company of armed men moving towards me. I flew into a frenzy, feeling as if a great pressure was being relieved from my mind, as brilliant light filled the chamber. One man close to the front vanished in a cloud of red mist and smoke, harsh commands echoed from somewhere nearby, and suddenly my body went limp. I yearned to return to the warmth and protection of that place, as did every fiber of my being. Instead, I was dragged away from the doorway, and taken to my doom. As I laid upon that table, I witnessed my demise with an odd detachment. They shoveled my innards from my corpse, piles of black, slimy viscera. I did not cry for them. They were no longer mine. Though that is not to say my demise was silent. Nay, I roared with fury and pain, each slice of their cruel blades a blinding flash against the darkness of my death. For while my body was to continue living, this was the death of me. My individuality. Each cut, each tug of flesh, and each crack of bone was a new memory. A new entry into my mind that overwrote what was there before. A cruel expanse of agony, ebbing and flowing as an ichorous darkness slithered into my heart. Soon, all I could remember was the pain. The fear as a foreign, alien mass took hold of my body and mind. I prayed. To something. To anything to let me die. To let me sleep. To let me sink back into the warm glow of eternity I was reborn from. But my body forced me into reality. It kept me awake and lucid, and it said to me "look! Look at what you are to become!" Though it repulsed me, I found I could no longer close my eyes to shut out the sight, seeing instead from a different perspective I could not make dark. And as the last of me was torn asunder, I saw him. A figure, flanked by guards, observing from behind a pane of glass overlooking my massacre. He looked down upon me with cold satisfaction, and though I had no way of truly knowing, I knew him to be the orchestrator of my death. So with my last breath, my last thought of individuality, I held onto his image. I etched it into every synapse of my mind, deeper than the knives could ever reach, firmer than my new flesh could ever erase. I repeated his image in my mind a thousand times, and a thousand times again. And then, I died. But when my body walked, moved, killed of its own accord, I was still there. Hiding, deep within my subconscious, sheltered by the warmth of eternity. Holding onto a single, desperate thought.

Revenge.