Murder Drones : Born From Ashes REDUX

Tessa Elliot

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Description (legible)

4_12_2049.CF2

Creation Date: 12th of April 2049

Type: Unknown

Size: 40000 kbps

Last edited: 6_2_2049

Redefining complete.

Duration: 1:05:01

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The following is a playback of a security system from the year 2049

personnel Tessa Elliot arrives at the front entrance door of the building. The camera gazes down upon her out of uniform. Rather than the standard lab coat with the polyplas laminated ID card in perfect view of the ID scanner. Instead she fishes her cold hand, which has organic iron rich blood pumping through her now calmed un aggravated veins, into the front pocket of a large purple wind coat. She moves with a breath of unfamiliarity, until she finally remembers to clench her fingers on her ID card.

A red inferno streaks across her body. Ordinary humans would have ran, but she remained. The humans feared, according to legend, men augmented and armed with high tech small arms coming from those doors to execute them for trespassing. Tessa turns her face up to the red. Wrinkles, bags where piping and fibers would have been bulging from her face was the only thing to show her eternity of labor and sacrifice. Her eyes are dulled grey, sunken deep into her skull like an endless yawn.

The lights pause, then cease.

The door opens. Tessa moves forwards, m1 jungle boots stumbling and forcing her ankles from popping from her sockets.

MAM activates the speaker system once the entrance door seals out any light that came from the outside polluted sky.

A feminine voice comes from the speaker, it halts its own words as if struck with confusion, panic.

MAM looks up the crime statistics and runs all security footage from the past 12 days, searching for any pickups on Elliot's ID in the areas with any reported crimes.

She asks Tessa a question about her physical health, if anyone hurt her.

Tessa walks through the empty expanse of vacated cubicles. She steps over a large flex duct that made her body shiver as her warm body drew in the cold radiating from it.

Tessa finally replied as she approached the next empty security check point. MAM opens the gate for her, despite it being against human protocol. MAM erases the detected violation.

MAM gives an expression of relief, nearly falling into anguish. She mentions Paige Denton.

Tessa replies, Her and Denton were just meeting off company time.

MAM wishes something, to feel her creator's warming presence. MAM begins to schedule for Tessa's computer hardware to be reinstalled back from her body. MAM probes and asks a question about Tessa's organs.

70% synthetic. Her reproductive organs and sections of her brain, 30% of her muscles, and a portion of her nerves, were the only things left. She was outfitted with a low profile cybernetic system meant for muscle therapy. The hardware would be crushed and flushed out the user's system once the musculature of the host was restored. The left atrium of her heart pumps blood and oxygen to her brain and lower calves while her right atrium keeps humming power into the cpu. MAM's sensors detect small electrons traveling from a silicate plate through sealed fiber cables along pathways to replace nerves she could never have again.