Rebirth

Chapter 2 - The World We Live in

Sunny looked up, running her hand along the hull of the massive battleship, the one that would become the host to Bismark's consciousness. Frankly, she still didn't trust her superiors' plan, but they had insisted it would work, even after that raid on their research facility a few weeks ago.

The losses were pretty impactful too— some of the neural data had been wiped and the prototype had been stolen. At least, though, it proved yet again that the connection was successful and that something could be done with this.

To get living proof of their success was one thing, but trusting them with him was another. It wasn't even certain that it would work, but it wasn't as if there was a choice now. It was do or die, but the boundary between the two was blurry.

Sunny shifted, itching to barge into the room adjacent to the dockyard. She knew better, though, so she simply sat down where she was, scrubbing dried bloodstains off her hand scythe. She couldn't let it rust, no matter how many lives it had already taken.

Blades were harder to maintain than firearms nowadays, but she always preferred her more direct approach. It did many things that guns simply weren't capable of, and she could always take advantage from her opponents underestimating her capabilities.

Though all that didn't seem to matter when it came to the more important things. When things actually mattered, she could never do good enough, there was always someone or something better, smarter, stronger. She just couldn't-

"Hello there," someone interrupted her thoughts.

Sunny started, glancing up to see a non-average guy leaning on the ramp of the dock, looking at her quizzically.

"Whatcha doing here?" He asked, snickering at her slightly surprised gaze.

The girl in question jumped up and poised her weapon at his laxed stance— narrowing her violaceous eyes at the strongly-built child in front of her. Yes, he's a man-child. Reader, I suggest that you think this through from my point of view. A 6'3 blundering giant has randomly walked in on you sharpening your obviously lethal weapon absolutely unarmed. Does he have no common sense? I genuinely wonder sometimes how the population of tall people in this world live long enough to pass on their repugnant genes.

At that moment it hit her like a bus— her fucking boyfriend was 6'0.

"Are you just gonna stand there and glare at me?" Steel added, amused, as Sunny cleared her head of her hypocritical thoughts.

"Who are you?" She demanded. "And what the flower are you doing here?" (What? Were you expecting me to cuss? You understand that children shouldn't be hearing profanity right?)

"Just waiting for my turn," he responded nonchalantly. "Apparently some other guy is in there right now."

After pausing to look her over, he continued: "I see you already passed in there yourself."

"What does a tall lanky degenerate like you need from this place?"

"I have a friend here, actually," he replied. "Said he could get me some genetic enhancements."

"Your genes are already disgusting enough," Sunny stated. "No need to make them even fouler."

"That's kinda hurtful," Steel laughed in response.

"Do I look like I care?" She asked him, raising her weapon.

Steel shrugged and unsheathed his knife. "Alright, then."

Sunny braced herself, hardening her solar cells, and stepped to the side as he ran at her. How unprofessional, she thought as she brought her weapon down into his back. Instead of hooking onto his flesh, however, the blade bounced off his armor harmlessly. Steel grinned, spinning to stab her in the side.