0846820-OF. cyro {kai-row} (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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nexus_sages2015-08-18 08:25 pm
underscene) wrote in nexus_sages2015-08-18 08:25 pm
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He's tall. He wears a cleanly pressed green uniform; a barcode and series of numbers where a name plate would typically be. A surgeon's mask hangs around his neck and his hands are still gloved. He's pristine to the point of unnerving, and everything but his eyes might suggest he was in perfect health. He was not, however, nearly as together as he seemed... but that was the story of everyone, wasn't it? The more perfect the outside the more mess lay within.
To say that Cyro had many questions for the forum would be an understatement. As blip amongst the folk within, he'd been watching and listening to people come and go for a bit of time. With such a well of knowledge (and potential stupidity) available here from diverse physics, realities, time, and law, it seemed like such a waste to ask an open question.
It was at the moment where words caught somewhere in his throat he came to a startling realization: he was actually afraid. That must be the ultimate conclusion. There was little else to explain why, even here, he couldn't ask what he wanted to ask. What if no one had an answer?
"Genetic engineering," he began, walking calm through the forum and toward the front. "Does your world have it, how advanced is it, have there been difficulties with it?"
To say that Cyro had many questions for the forum would be an understatement. As blip amongst the folk within, he'd been watching and listening to people come and go for a bit of time. With such a well of knowledge (and potential stupidity) available here from diverse physics, realities, time, and law, it seemed like such a waste to ask an open question.
It was at the moment where words caught somewhere in his throat he came to a startling realization: he was actually afraid. That must be the ultimate conclusion. There was little else to explain why, even here, he couldn't ask what he wanted to ask. What if no one had an answer?
"Genetic engineering," he began, walking calm through the forum and toward the front. "Does your world have it, how advanced is it, have there been difficulties with it?"
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Cyro's lips flattened with a tight frown and nod. Actually, he needed to take a few paces back but he smoothed that out with a slow pace in an attempt to cover the trigger reaction that ached in his gut.
"The world suffers- my world suffered a nuclear fallout in 2075. Almost everything was destroyed- data, research, people, the environment. It took a long time to get to where we are now, but as time passed the affects of the fallout became more and more drastic on human life rendering children and those who survived with countless mutations and psychological defects. Essentially the GE process is trait-selection. Build a perfect child. It didn't work as well as they had hoped."
He could see further and in greater detail than most people but he had no special ability built into them. No, they wouldn't want that. He and his brothers were dangerous enough. They just needed him to be able to see again. He was the best at what he did in their dome.
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A mistake, that word. "Perfect." Vague yet exacting, an impossible standard for any child to meet. What's your name?
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The necessity for a perfected human being, one without these mutations and defects and one that was higher skilled and had more endurance and stamina was more than understandable and the reception for it's success was astronomical when finally five children lived beyond five years. It's funny how fast that reception changes when problems begin to set in.
They were perfect, until they weren't. "Cyro," he responded, "and you?"
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Samus. Welcome to the Nexus, Cyro. I take it you had an interesting childhood?
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Delivered all in a very matter-of-fact manner. He remained standing, straight and proper. "And then it became evident to me between me loosing my eyesight and another losing their ability to emotionally cope with anything that we were starting to fall apart. And no one was going to do anything about it because we were the prototypes and they needed to see what the dangers were in the originals so that they could fix who came after us."
A beat. "Thank you."
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You'll forgive me, I hope, for saying that you were designed by idiots. One doesn't learn from a prototype by watching it run itself to pieces.
*Her expression changes, now, to match the scorn in her voice. Scorn directed not at Cyro, but at the people who did this to him.*
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*With barely 300 people within the dome and an oligarchy that will kill you if you step out of line or say something they don't like it's difficult to propose a rational case against it, especially when everyone is already very ready to end your life in self-preservation.* Finally he sits, still proper and straight. Hands fold in his lap as he looks out to the water.
"What about you? Originally I just wanted to ask what everyone's world was like." His eyes returned to her.
Was the part in asterisks spoken?
I have been the recipient of several genetic treatments, some with more finesse than others. Where I come from, the complications arising from the origins of someone like yourself have mostly been worked out. Occasionally, cross-species traits don't blend well, but those are cases for treatment, not abuse.
Woops, why was that asterisks! Haha. Yes, they were suppose to be spoken.
His interest was piqued when he heard that her world had similar advancements. It had been clear from the start that she knew a lot on the topic, but that her world experienced successful trials of these things garnered a hope that it could succeed in his world. Perhaps she knew something he did not, could find something he couldn't, understood something he didn't.
Happens to us all. Now I regret not reacting to them. C'est la vie.
*Perhaps they had a much wider research pool, and far more generations, in which to iron out most of the little kinks.*
We can always backtrack
It seemed likely, even if they weren't on the same calendar, that she was ahead in time than he was. There could also be a number of other reasons she was more advanced. Different economy structure, different history, but it was an advantage. All of this. Being able to talk to Samus.
"It's a shame. Our world was getting impossibly close to moving off Earth but the war broke out and much of that technology is gone or useless."
It'll simply inform her responses, going forward.
And now the remnants are held back by radiation, mutation, and oppressive social policies. And you're here. So: what do you want out of life?
Re: It'll simply inform her responses, going forward.
That was a tough question. He.. Cyro thought he could just come up with an answer but he was wrong on that and found his answer took a lot longer to come out than he expected. His body rocked forward just a bit and hands tightened. He could feel his heart start to hammer at his chest.
"I don't," a pause to remain calm. Nothing but calm came out, "know. I need to stop what is happening to me and my brothers and everyone else that came after us. After that I... don't know."
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Well, you have time to think about it. Finding treatments for yourself and the others isn't likely to be simple, and I'd hazard that it won't be a single cure applicable to all. But you're also going to need to let go of something, and that will be just as hard as finding a treatment.
*Her gaze is steady on his artificial eyes, carrying the weight of her next words.*
You need to give up the idea of "perfect." Nothing will ever be that. Teach yourself to focus on "good enough."
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Cyro remained silent for a long moment to reflect on her words and partially to attempt shutting down his own manic thoughts on the matter. Imperfection... but they could be perfect, they could be perfect. They could be perfect.
"It's hard to swallow," he admitted.
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*Something occurs to her, and she changes the subject enough he might need to treat himself for whiplash.*
Have you tried art therapy?
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Just because their psychological state wasn't at it's best didn't mean that he was becoming incapable of doing what he was meant to do. No, actually he was still completely capable of working and he was still the best at it.
Cyro's lips pulled back into a tight frown and he stood. His back turned to her. "You must be kidding. I do actually understand the link between art and science," all art was a science and all science was art. Science required a mind that could think creatively and practically simultaneously.
"But my art comes in the form of building and applying robotics to people who's legs have stopped working."
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You're sitting in front of me. We've been talking. I've watched you struggle to contain what I'm going to guess feel like surges of irrational rage. And you've been talking about how the trait-selection process where you're from has had some problems. Bundle all those together with "I'm not stupid," it makes a fairly clear case.
*At his answer about the art therapy, she shakes her head (not that he can see much of it if his back is to her).*
That's not what I mean. That's part of your work, and you can't afford to make mistakes or let your emotions interfere. I'm talking about making some kind of art in your down time, to express some of the emotions you're grappling with constructively. Because that repression you're doing? Won't last forever. Getting in the habit of venting destructively will just get your brain in the habit of occasional tantrums.
*Idly, she wonders how much of that he's already been through.*
But sure, get offended and walk away, good luck.
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"I know," Cyro exhaled and took another moment before turning to look back toward her. "I'm not sure art is what I need right now," a short grin fell over his lips, "Unless setting fire to it is part of the process. But I," a moment, "I appreciate your concern. However strange it feels to receive it."
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*She sits forward and to one side, again, not-quite-leaning her chin on one hand.*
Your anger's telling you that you want to hit something, be violent. You're thinking that if you can just hit something harmless, that'll solve the problem, let it out. But it won't--it'll just teach your brain that you're eventually going to let the anger out, and someday it'll decide to come out when you don't want it to. Listening to the anger when it tells you to throw a splash of paint, or squeeze a ball of clay, or whatever you do, isn't going to teach your brain how to get you to punch things--or people.
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"You have a lot of experience in this," he makes it sound more of a statement than a question.
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I do. Both sides.