4 Body Augmentation (2/2)
The doctor demonstrates by creating lightning between his fingers. It isn't enough to stun anyone, but the fact he could do it means that his experimental augmentation is the most advance.
”What about matter manipulation?”
I am curious to what else he could do.
The doctor shows that he could use the nanites in his body to reshape matter at well. He turns a metal scissor into a small knife in the palm of his hand.
”This requires a lot of control, but it works just like an industrial Nano-lathing. Of course, the materials must be within contact for it to work.”
Nano-lathing describes the method of using nanites to assemble raw matters or materials into useful products within seconds.
And just like 3D printer, this method has changed the face of manufacturing industries. Anything can be produced cheaply, even starship if there are enough raw materials available.
Combine with cybernetic lifeform, which cannot technically die in combat, wars are a battle of attrition in the 31st century.
That is why it is better to attack population centers since human life is the only that matters.
Enough deaths will force a surrender.
”Alright. Let's do it. Augment me, doc. No funny idea now. I aren't paying the rest if I wake up with my pants down.”
I tell him as time is running out. I only have like a couple of months left.
”Heheh. Okay. No funny ideas. Time to sleep now.”
The doctor puts me into a deep coma and begins to work on my body.
I didn't wake up until several weeks have passed, finding myself on a life support system.
The doctor is nowhere to be found. The room seems abandoned, with all the medical equipment gone.
At first, I thought I have been had, but several menus in front of my eyes tell me otherwise.
It is like seeing through the eyes of a combat mech.
Mechanized armor replaces traditional warfare completely. This is due to their greater flexibility. Pilots can control them from afar, from a safe position – sometimes from orbits when combat is taking place on a planet or moon.
There is also a message in my inbox. I open it to read it.
It is from the doctor.
”It's done. Enjoy your new augmentation. I also programmed a VI to help you getting used to it. Also, I suggest you get off Earth as soon as possible. I heard some naughty things on Saturn. PS – pay me or I will be stabby.”
VI is virtual intelligence. It is a step down from artificial intelligence and cybernetic lifeform.
”System?”
[I am designated Selene. How can I help you, operator?]
”Show me my status.”
[Acknowledge.]
Selene shows me my status, detailing everything from my physical to my emotional state.
The virtual intelligence even shows me list of experimental abilities that my new augmentation gives me.
Usually augmentation increases a person's physical prowess and makes them harder to kill, but these new abilities literally turn me into a one-man army.
”Cool.”
It is the only word I can think off.
I pay the doctor the rest of the money wireless before he gets ”stabby” – whatever that mean.
After that, I head to the public library.
It is to download everything I need before heading into the past. I haven't decided what years yet, but it should be somewhere in the 1950s, just after World War 2.
Sadly, my study is cut short due to the thermal nuclear explosion outside a month later.
”Shit. I guess time is up. I'm going to miss the future. How much of the technical information have you downloaded from the internet?”
”100%.”
”Excellent.”
I acknowledge as I look out the shattered window.
The Martian starships in orbit have begin to bombard Earth with thousands of fusion nuclear missiles and plasma lances.
It is a preemptive strike.
Their shield flares brightly as they take the countless barrage from orbital defensive turrets. The ships are destroyed within seconds, but the damage to the planet was done.
Earth is on fire with tectonic plates forcing to shift, causing earthquakes, tsunamis and hurricanes. The beginning of the end has come.
The World Government collapses. One of the remaining admirals foolishly activate a contingency plan.
Gigantic experimental railgun decloaked near the sun, revealing the trump card. Drawling power from the sun itself, it powers up and turns toward to the blackness of space.
The railgun fire giant plasma slug at near the speed of light, one after another without pause. The slugs travelled unstoppable to the red planet, piercing the heaven and the mantle below, forcing the planet to implode from inside out.
It becomes a mess after that since the destruction of Mars causes the orbits of every planet to shift.
Luckily. I am safe in the past, in the year 1950.