Techmorphasis

Prologue

When I was just five I watched my parents murdered for having me. They had not obtained a permit to have me, so they were punished for it. I remember the feeling of horror as I watched the blood trickle down the walls. I remember the tears streaming down my face as I tried to get my mom to wake up. I remember seeing my father die in a pool of his own blood.

The Aliane Soldiers tried to take me away, but I ran. I ran to a creek and into a long abandoned pipe. They sent a TechK9 to retrieve me since they could not fit. It chased me for a long time down the winding tunnels of the old pipe line. It eventually caught me and tried to take me back. It left a long scar down my arm.

I spent two years in their laboratories. Two long years of being tested on, poked and prodded. I was cut open, limbs and organs replaced with metal and machines. My left arm from the shoulder down was fitted with the newest mechanical arm they had. My right eye was replaced with a metal one. And my heart was exchanged for a quiet, metal pump. I have never had a heart beat since.

The only source of comfort I had was a torn white ribbon. A hole in the shape of a bullet was on one side. It was from the same bullet that took my mother from me. I wore the ribbon everyday to keep my parents close and comfort me on the days were a part of me would be changed. They never bothered to try to take it form me. Anything that helped keep us complient was ignored by them so long as it didn't get in the way of their experimenting.

After two long, bloody years the laboratory was broken into by a small team of resistance fighters. All the remaining children that were caged in that building were rescued. A meer twenty of the five houndred they had originaly. They set the building on fire, destroying all the data they had on us. It was like we or the experiments never existed. It was gloriouse, but in some way it was also shattering. What was once all we associated as us is now long gone. All the pain, suffering, and hurt is now gone.

We were taken to their small hide out. They were smaller back then. Maybe a hundred or so soldiers. When we arived our minds were in such bad shape. In the fist two days the remaininh twenty of us dwindled further to just seven because of suicides. At the end of the week only four of us remained. Our hope for a future was low. Those who survive Techmorphasis, even if it was only as few changes, were outcasted. They were seen as potiantial traitors. We knew that, and we had accepted our fates to die alone. But that was when we saw them for the first time.

The Elite Squad of The New Dawn resistiance.

We watched them as they trained in the court yard. Their skills, speed, strength, and grace were unmatched. They fought with all of the human spirit, even when just in training. They held them selves with such dignity and pride. They were given respect by everyone in the compound. But what gave us hope was when we saw them out of armor for the first time. They were Partial Techmorphasis, like us. They had whole limbs gone, metal where their was once flesh. Some had over hald their bodies replaced with mechanical parts and wires. They were like us, and treated like full humans.

We wanted to join them, but we were too young. All ove us only at the age of seven at the time. Far too young to even join their apprenticship. So for three years we made do. We fallowed our own training regiment. We would mimic their moves to the best of our ability. We learned how to use our enhanced parts to the best of our ability. We practiced everyday that we could. When the time finally came to join the apprenticeship we were ready. Two years is what the apprenticeship lasted for. Two years we whent though challanga after challange to prepare ourselves for the real battles we were to face. We passed through them all with flying colors.

I remember standing on that stage as we were accepted in to the Elite Squad. We were each handed a pin with the symbol of the Elite Squad on it. It is a gear with a knife coming through it. With pride I pined it to the center of the bow I had in my hair that was made form the same ribbion I took from my dead mother seven years ago. I was ready to avenge her, my father, and all the others who were hurt by the Aliane.

That was four years ago. The resistance has grown since then. The Aliane have been pushed back, being destroyed by the vary things they created. They are strong though, and have not given up with out a fight. We have pushed against each other like two stones. I know that soon one of us will break and one will win. And by any God out there I was not going to let that be us.