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ANTHRO (Part III)
“Ray?”
Her voice was uncertain; as if she was doubtful that was what I wanted to be called. I don’t know why I chose that name, but it just came to me; like a gut instinct or intuition. I followed it, and it led me to this designation; there was no going back now, it was my new name and even though it came on the fly, I couldn’t deny I liked it.
“Do you like it? Is it too…Human?”
“No…not at all! And yes, I do like it,” she said with a smile, “in case you’re wondering, mine’s Abigale.”
Abigale Fraustfer, it rolled together so smoothly, so elegantly. I was then hit with another problem…what about my last name? What would it be? It was something I wanted to give more thought to, than coming up with something automatically; this was going to be my full name and deserved my full dedication to be the best it could be…after-all I would have to now live with it.
I followed her out of the dining hall and squeezed by several different individuals in lab coats in this narrow corridor of the ship. A gray fox was steady scanning over a holographic clipboard, it had a bunch of strange neon colored symbols and words etched within; he looked up to glance at me for a second before sharply looking back down and turned into a nearby lab.
“Abigale, if you don’t mind me asking, where are we going?”
“Back to the lab…my lab…I still need to run further diagnostics on you, make sure you’re completely healthy and cleared before I allow you to wander the ship unsupervised,”
“Cleared?”
“Yeah, we didn’t get a chance to run any tests during your…well, renascence…despite my protests, the process was done by remote modification,” she said looking over her shoulder.
What did this mean? I just had to know.
“Remote modification?” I parroted.
“It means the process was automatic; done by computer. Nobody was in the room with you when the genetic blueprint was inserted for your new body. We ran basic diagnostics on you while you were recovering, and I had you in the lab, Xavier was monitoring you and ran tests on you to make sure there was nothing wrong after the process and to ensure you weren’t carrying some diseases or something”
“Diseases? Apparently, I was put into a coma by a car crash, not by some debilitating disease!”
“Understand Ray, we take precautions on this ship, we don’t want to risk the lives of the crew here…you’re clear of any possible biological contaminates, but we have yet to check for any other potential threats”
“Like what?!”
“Radiation…”
I was baffled…what radiation?! It stopped me dead in my tracks as I stared at her, it took a moment before she realized I was no longer following and she stopped too; looking back concerningly.
“Have no fear…we presume you were well shielded from any exposure after your planet’s war. That bunker was well fitted with proper preventatives from nuclear or atomic radio isotopes; a couple of layers of boro-carbonite insulation was inset between thick tin and steel walls. But we need to make sure there wasn’t a leak somewhere. After-all the place was desolate by the time we found you”
Reluctantly I continued, what if I had been exposed? Would they put me back into a coma and jettison me from the ship and into space? Quarantine me? The possibility of radioactive exposure seemed all to real and likely! I had spent nearly 300 years locked away in a top secret, military protected, government sanctioned building while the world fell apart; slowly eroding from the effects of nuclear fallout!
My heart raced as I stepped back into the lab where everything began. Could it end so soon? That idea was imprinted in the back of my mind and made me physically shake. My stomach twisted in a knot as I stepped into a chamber at the far end of the complex.
“Just relax, nothing will hurt you in here” her voice called smoothly over the intercom.
“Wh…what now?”
“I’m running a scan on you now, shouldn’t take but a few seconds”
Inside, the chamber lit up like a rave party, with several brightly colored lasers as they danced across my body. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, expecting any moment for things to go awry, but they never did. Her voice soon came over the intercom, but it was not reassuring, “Strange…my scans show traces of Radon in your system, it’s not much, not enough to cause ailment or permanent damage…but it’s there”
I was kind of relieved by her reaction, her slight acknowledgement as opposed to a full-blown alert made me feel more at ease. But what did this mean?
“A-Abigale? I’m…radioactive?”
“You were exposed to some, yes, but not enough to cause alarm. It’s odd though…Radon? Most nuclear warheads back in the 21st century utilized Uranium or Plutonium polymers in their arsenal, a far more reactive and unstable substance for fission to produce maximum damage, Radon isn’t nearly as reactive, though it still can cause moderate damage…what else uses Radon? Hmm”
This can’t be real, I can’t be radioactive! I may as well have a deadly disease, contagious and hazardous to those around me! Her words don’t help matters none either, how can I have been exposed? I was locked in a deep bunker in the toughest military base known to man, shielded by a specialized insulated laboratory, encased in ice! How can anything get through!?
“I’ve seen this before though, several geologists were exposed to light levels of Radon, many decades ago – they were exploring a new terrestrial planet when we were looking for a new home. Most of them generated lung cancer ironically and died shortly afterwards even with proper treatment,” she continued monotonously.
“Lung cancer? Were they breathing it in?”
“They must have, it had to have been in the atmosphere, as this planet was completely barren, and no evidence of any civilization existing, so it wasn’t a manifestation of any intelligent entity.”
“So, it was produced naturally?”
“Yes! Deep within the planet’s core, the team found the air to be breathable with minor resperative gear, but evidently failed to identify it; Radon is an odorless, tasteless, and colorless gas, they would have never known it was there without proper equipment!”
“Maybe…Area 51 was attacked directly with a Radon Gas? Or maybe they stored some there and had an accident…but even still, shouldn’t I have cancer too?” I surmised.
“Radon has a half life of about 4 days, and since your body was in a state of suspended animation, cancer could not form or grow in your cells. If you were thawed, then yes, you would have developed lung cancer and any hopes of rejuvenation would be futile.”
“But even after all this time, shouldn’t it be…gone? Out of my system?” I asked
“Not necessarily, radioactive materials and isotopes do not dissipate completely, it decays yes, but eventually reaches stability”
“Could I still develop cancer?”
“Highly unlikely, though we will monitor your health routinely; if you do, we can cure you in a short time,” she turned off the intercom, and the lasers receded. “You have nothing to worry about, Ray, you’re going to be fine.”
Fine? I wanted it to be a guarantee that I would be healthy and normal…not ‘fine’. I then remembered everything was not ‘fine’, before this I was not being able to smell anything. I took another deep breath, the air around me was neutral, I couldn’t even smell her, and I knew she had to have a scent.
“Why…can’t I smell anything?”
“It’s a common symptom of Cryogenic subjects; consider that your body was frozen – your brain as well. Your sense of smell should come back very soon, especially after eating and rewiring your brain to the stimulus of taste, there’s no worries,” she said brightly, and then her smile turned to a wry smirk, “Or maybe, you’ve inherited a special ability to only detect odorless gases? Maybe you’re a superhero now?”
“Very funny doctor…very funny,” I replied sarcastically stepping out of the chamber to join her back in the lab. But little did I know; the wheels of fate were already set in motion.
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My entry for this week's Thursday Prompt on 1-11-2018; this weeks prompt was centered around the keyword "Automatic".
This story fits the criteria as well as diving deeper into Ray's (my new character) story. It seems as though things are not going well for our protagonist, and looks as though things might be getting a tad worse...
I hope you guys enjoy the story and be sure to check out the Thursday Prompt here
Thursday_Prompt and if you're interested feel free to participate.
I am also one of three admins of a SFW group whose dedicated to helping others improve their craft whether it be visual arts (digital, traditional, comics, flash/animations or other visual arts), written arts (stories, poems, etc.), music, games, crafts or any other artistic mediums. So feel free to join
The_Creative_Review and our telegram page where the magic happens, and feel free to participate!
“Ray?”
Her voice was uncertain; as if she was doubtful that was what I wanted to be called. I don’t know why I chose that name, but it just came to me; like a gut instinct or intuition. I followed it, and it led me to this designation; there was no going back now, it was my new name and even though it came on the fly, I couldn’t deny I liked it.
“Do you like it? Is it too…Human?”
“No…not at all! And yes, I do like it,” she said with a smile, “in case you’re wondering, mine’s Abigale.”
Abigale Fraustfer, it rolled together so smoothly, so elegantly. I was then hit with another problem…what about my last name? What would it be? It was something I wanted to give more thought to, than coming up with something automatically; this was going to be my full name and deserved my full dedication to be the best it could be…after-all I would have to now live with it.
I followed her out of the dining hall and squeezed by several different individuals in lab coats in this narrow corridor of the ship. A gray fox was steady scanning over a holographic clipboard, it had a bunch of strange neon colored symbols and words etched within; he looked up to glance at me for a second before sharply looking back down and turned into a nearby lab.
“Abigale, if you don’t mind me asking, where are we going?”
“Back to the lab…my lab…I still need to run further diagnostics on you, make sure you’re completely healthy and cleared before I allow you to wander the ship unsupervised,”
“Cleared?”
“Yeah, we didn’t get a chance to run any tests during your…well, renascence…despite my protests, the process was done by remote modification,” she said looking over her shoulder.
What did this mean? I just had to know.
“Remote modification?” I parroted.
“It means the process was automatic; done by computer. Nobody was in the room with you when the genetic blueprint was inserted for your new body. We ran basic diagnostics on you while you were recovering, and I had you in the lab, Xavier was monitoring you and ran tests on you to make sure there was nothing wrong after the process and to ensure you weren’t carrying some diseases or something”
“Diseases? Apparently, I was put into a coma by a car crash, not by some debilitating disease!”
“Understand Ray, we take precautions on this ship, we don’t want to risk the lives of the crew here…you’re clear of any possible biological contaminates, but we have yet to check for any other potential threats”
“Like what?!”
“Radiation…”
I was baffled…what radiation?! It stopped me dead in my tracks as I stared at her, it took a moment before she realized I was no longer following and she stopped too; looking back concerningly.
“Have no fear…we presume you were well shielded from any exposure after your planet’s war. That bunker was well fitted with proper preventatives from nuclear or atomic radio isotopes; a couple of layers of boro-carbonite insulation was inset between thick tin and steel walls. But we need to make sure there wasn’t a leak somewhere. After-all the place was desolate by the time we found you”
Reluctantly I continued, what if I had been exposed? Would they put me back into a coma and jettison me from the ship and into space? Quarantine me? The possibility of radioactive exposure seemed all to real and likely! I had spent nearly 300 years locked away in a top secret, military protected, government sanctioned building while the world fell apart; slowly eroding from the effects of nuclear fallout!
My heart raced as I stepped back into the lab where everything began. Could it end so soon? That idea was imprinted in the back of my mind and made me physically shake. My stomach twisted in a knot as I stepped into a chamber at the far end of the complex.
“Just relax, nothing will hurt you in here” her voice called smoothly over the intercom.
“Wh…what now?”
“I’m running a scan on you now, shouldn’t take but a few seconds”
Inside, the chamber lit up like a rave party, with several brightly colored lasers as they danced across my body. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, expecting any moment for things to go awry, but they never did. Her voice soon came over the intercom, but it was not reassuring, “Strange…my scans show traces of Radon in your system, it’s not much, not enough to cause ailment or permanent damage…but it’s there”
I was kind of relieved by her reaction, her slight acknowledgement as opposed to a full-blown alert made me feel more at ease. But what did this mean?
“A-Abigale? I’m…radioactive?”
“You were exposed to some, yes, but not enough to cause alarm. It’s odd though…Radon? Most nuclear warheads back in the 21st century utilized Uranium or Plutonium polymers in their arsenal, a far more reactive and unstable substance for fission to produce maximum damage, Radon isn’t nearly as reactive, though it still can cause moderate damage…what else uses Radon? Hmm”
This can’t be real, I can’t be radioactive! I may as well have a deadly disease, contagious and hazardous to those around me! Her words don’t help matters none either, how can I have been exposed? I was locked in a deep bunker in the toughest military base known to man, shielded by a specialized insulated laboratory, encased in ice! How can anything get through!?
“I’ve seen this before though, several geologists were exposed to light levels of Radon, many decades ago – they were exploring a new terrestrial planet when we were looking for a new home. Most of them generated lung cancer ironically and died shortly afterwards even with proper treatment,” she continued monotonously.
“Lung cancer? Were they breathing it in?”
“They must have, it had to have been in the atmosphere, as this planet was completely barren, and no evidence of any civilization existing, so it wasn’t a manifestation of any intelligent entity.”
“So, it was produced naturally?”
“Yes! Deep within the planet’s core, the team found the air to be breathable with minor resperative gear, but evidently failed to identify it; Radon is an odorless, tasteless, and colorless gas, they would have never known it was there without proper equipment!”
“Maybe…Area 51 was attacked directly with a Radon Gas? Or maybe they stored some there and had an accident…but even still, shouldn’t I have cancer too?” I surmised.
“Radon has a half life of about 4 days, and since your body was in a state of suspended animation, cancer could not form or grow in your cells. If you were thawed, then yes, you would have developed lung cancer and any hopes of rejuvenation would be futile.”
“But even after all this time, shouldn’t it be…gone? Out of my system?” I asked
“Not necessarily, radioactive materials and isotopes do not dissipate completely, it decays yes, but eventually reaches stability”
“Could I still develop cancer?”
“Highly unlikely, though we will monitor your health routinely; if you do, we can cure you in a short time,” she turned off the intercom, and the lasers receded. “You have nothing to worry about, Ray, you’re going to be fine.”
Fine? I wanted it to be a guarantee that I would be healthy and normal…not ‘fine’. I then remembered everything was not ‘fine’, before this I was not being able to smell anything. I took another deep breath, the air around me was neutral, I couldn’t even smell her, and I knew she had to have a scent.
“Why…can’t I smell anything?”
“It’s a common symptom of Cryogenic subjects; consider that your body was frozen – your brain as well. Your sense of smell should come back very soon, especially after eating and rewiring your brain to the stimulus of taste, there’s no worries,” she said brightly, and then her smile turned to a wry smirk, “Or maybe, you’ve inherited a special ability to only detect odorless gases? Maybe you’re a superhero now?”
“Very funny doctor…very funny,” I replied sarcastically stepping out of the chamber to join her back in the lab. But little did I know; the wheels of fate were already set in motion.
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
My entry for this week's Thursday Prompt on 1-11-2018; this weeks prompt was centered around the keyword "Automatic".
This story fits the criteria as well as diving deeper into Ray's (my new character) story. It seems as though things are not going well for our protagonist, and looks as though things might be getting a tad worse...
I hope you guys enjoy the story and be sure to check out the Thursday Prompt here
Thursday_Prompt and if you're interested feel free to participate. I am also one of three admins of a SFW group whose dedicated to helping others improve their craft whether it be visual arts (digital, traditional, comics, flash/animations or other visual arts), written arts (stories, poems, etc.), music, games, crafts or any other artistic mediums. So feel free to join
The_Creative_Review and our telegram page where the magic happens, and feel free to participate!
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Thanks so much, I kept trying to look up ideas of possible symptoms for cryogenic freezing and this was one of them (sensory blindness). Bodies are typically injected with an organic form of antifreeze essentially to prevent body cells from bursting (thus killing the subject) so I knew severe frostbite was not one, and if something like this did occur with advanced technology 300 years in the future chances are the doctors aboard Anthro would be able to fix it.
Glad you liked it ^^ *hugs*
Glad you liked it ^^ *hugs*
Thanks so much Dave! Yeah, like i mentioned above I wanted to establish some sort of 'symptom' to dealing with cryogenic freezing and decided upon sensory blindness, and each story would be his recovery, essentially. After this things will be back to normal with him...well...except now being radioactive essentially! On that part I'm not 100% certain I got scientifically right, but hey, it's sci-fi, and I at least tried to keep the narrative semi-realistic.
Thanks so much for the interest in this story series! I definitely want to continue on his story as it's fascinating to me and what I have planned for this character. Eventually I want to make him official and get some art with him done, that would be great!
Thanks so much for the interest in this story series! I definitely want to continue on his story as it's fascinating to me and what I have planned for this character. Eventually I want to make him official and get some art with him done, that would be great!
Thanks V! Haha yes very different story, that one (the one living in the woods) is with Hunter and is going to be another story series I have planned; i only included a snippit of that story in one of the prompts as I felt it fit well for that keyword that week.
I will definitely keep this story line going as well! I am glad you've enjoyed it as well as others. I think I will continue to build on Ray's story through the prompts from now on to keep it going ^^
I will definitely keep this story line going as well! I am glad you've enjoyed it as well as others. I think I will continue to build on Ray's story through the prompts from now on to keep it going ^^
Been reading through this, liking it so far.
The radiation thing strikes me as odd, though. Even if an object is exposed to radioactivity, it never becomes radioactive itself. It doesn't work that way. If Ray were exposed to gamma rays or alpha particles, that'd be highly dangerous of course, but it won't make his own body a threat afterwards (unless he swallowed the source). And how did the gas get to him if he was stuck in a sealed bunker and encased by ice?
Just wanted to write that down for some reason, heh.
The radiation thing strikes me as odd, though. Even if an object is exposed to radioactivity, it never becomes radioactive itself. It doesn't work that way. If Ray were exposed to gamma rays or alpha particles, that'd be highly dangerous of course, but it won't make his own body a threat afterwards (unless he swallowed the source). And how did the gas get to him if he was stuck in a sealed bunker and encased by ice?
Just wanted to write that down for some reason, heh.
Glad you are enjoying the series so far, and appreciate the feedback!
yeah I'm going out on a limb on this story, but as indicated in the story his body is not a 'threat' so to speak, he just has minor levels present in his body. For how they got in, yes he was in a sealed laboratory, yes he was cryogenically frozen, but its a detail I leave it up to imagination; during the war could there have been a breach of some type, after all there was stored hazardous materials within the facility. Perhaps his body was unsealed and moved and got exposed? Who knows, after all this is a sci fi story, and an idea I had in mind and trying to make it work ^^
I hope you keep reading and enjoy, feel free to provide me more feedback, I’d love to hear what you think about the rest
yeah I'm going out on a limb on this story, but as indicated in the story his body is not a 'threat' so to speak, he just has minor levels present in his body. For how they got in, yes he was in a sealed laboratory, yes he was cryogenically frozen, but its a detail I leave it up to imagination; during the war could there have been a breach of some type, after all there was stored hazardous materials within the facility. Perhaps his body was unsealed and moved and got exposed? Who knows, after all this is a sci fi story, and an idea I had in mind and trying to make it work ^^
I hope you keep reading and enjoy, feel free to provide me more feedback, I’d love to hear what you think about the rest
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