DoomPet

Chapter 18

It was cold in the depths of the fortress despite the heating cores running at full blast. Samuel couldn't feel the cold, but he knew it was there. In a desperate attempt to not panic, he tried imaging the cold. With the new sensors on his body he might be able to feel it, of course it depended on how well the full transfer went.

There was an uncomfortably large possibility that he would lose memories, get trapped in a limbo, or even die. Vega was a good AI but he couldn't do anything to help Samuel now.

Suddenly, Vega chimed into the room, startling the doctor out of his thoughts. "They have just left on their mission. Are you ready?"

He didn't respond. Of course he wasn't ready; he'd never be ready for a transfer. He had already done this once before when he transferred out of his cancer riddled body into his original mech, but it still didn't make this any easier.

"Are you rea-"

"What's the chance I die or get stuck?" He hated this half assed operation in the hull of the fortress. It was dangerous and irresponsible in every way.

"Sir I don't think that's a good thing to discuss-"

He cut Vega off again much to the AI's dismay, "Tell me what the chances are."

"There is a 40% for memory loss, a 20% chance of getting stuck in limbo, and a 5% chance of death."

"So there's a very likely chance that we are going to run into an issue." He debated if it was even worth doing this. The Slayer would need his help with the icon of sin. Vega needed a set of boots on the ground since he would be in Urdak. This was necessary but risky. "Light me up. Do it right now before I change my mind."

"Initiating swap protocols." The processors in the fortress came to life. Far above them Vega's console had tender arcs of electricity dance over the metal plating.

With a loud rumbling sigh, Samuel's consciousness immediately felt drowsy, and he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Vega amped up the power, making the lights dim and electricity coat the walls in its sparks. He refused to let himself worry about his creator. Samuel always found a way to weasel out of tight situations; this, he tried to tell himself, was no different.

The lights on the body lit up, first, a warm blinking orange and then, their iconic blue.

Finally, an awkward silence settled over the fortress. Vega spoke timidly, "Sir can you hear-"

The body folded in on itself and began seizing. Every servo fired off rapidly in different directions each time. Samuel tired speaking but an awful mechanical grating noise was all he could produce.

"It's working," Vega monitored the data flying in his face, "You are fine."

Samuel would have scoffed if it didn't feel like every nerve in his new body was turning to glass. It was very much not fine. He couldn't move other than his near constant seizures; he couldn't feel anything but pain. His servos were twisting in ways he was sure would have snapped him in half, and with the newly installed nervous system he got to enjoy the feeling of every agonizing second.

The only thing he had control of was the horrific grating that replaced his voice. All he could do was make the awful noise over and over again to Vega. He wasn't even saying "help me" or "it hurts" he was merely making noise to have some feeling of control over the situation

In an instant it was over. The noises stopped, body slumped down into a peaceful position on the table, and the electricity in the fortress slowly dissipated. Samuel slowly sat up now in full control, now completely one with the body.