The Major is so done with your shit. (origami_cranes) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-18 10:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, mayuri kurotsuchi, motoko kusanagi |
Do you think you could do it? Put me in there?
Who: Mayuri and Motoko
What: Arrangements for her cyber body
When: Saturday
Where: Mayuri’s lab
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Mayuri had painstakingly taken all the necessary precautions to ensure that Motoko’s cyborg body and cyber brain had made the journey to the research institute without any bumps, scrapes, or rattling of the components. After the assistants had helped set them up in the lowermost reaches of the SRDI, under the most extreme security measures, he had begun the scans and recording the results. This elicited many happy cooing noises from the scientist, since he noticed some minor similarities and everything else that was entirely new to him.
He was leaned in so close that his nose was nearly pressed to the screen, his golden eyes were wide as he looked over the inner mechanisms. It was all miraculous, witnessing something from another time and place other than where he was from.
“Ahhh, so complex,” he finally said, as though stating this had his seal of approval. He supposed he had put off the conversation with his relative, for long enough. After all, she was now caught up in this mess, the same as he was. “This is quite a piece of workmanship, Motoko-chan. Tell me, did you dream of it, before you awoke and found it in your living space? This seems to be a common theme. Myself, included.”
She watched the whole thing in silence, her arms folded. She’d been reluctant, but he was the only person she knew with the level of technical and medical expertise who’d understand this. Unfortunately none of the people who handled cyberbodies existed here.
Motoko was still having a terrible time accepting that these items had shown up in her bathroom. The body, nude and perfect in the tub, and the brain in it’s protective box next to it.
“I dreamed my soul was in that body, from the time I was a young girl. Though I went through several bodies and a learning process before I was old enough for that one.”
"Yet it seems that whatever means was used to gift these to you, took into account your current state and rate of growth." Mayuri moved aside to let her see the scans and wrote down a few notes based on observations. "I awoke to find a sword, and the knowledge on how to modify bodies using various means."
He didn't elaborate. It wasn't safe to give away such secrets, not even to family members. Distant or immediate, it didn't matter. It was a risk he was too cautious to take.
"If you dreamed of being inside it," he surmised, while watching her like she was under a magnifying glass, "then I will warn you of dreaming one night and waking up...."
Mayuri motioned with the wave of one white painted hand, toward the cyberbody. The gesture made it obvious that exhibit A was linked to exhibit B. It didn’t need spelled out any further, but - for the sake of her being family - he felt compelled to caution her, nonetheless.
She looked at herself, laying on that slab, then reached over to tug a sheet up to hide the breasts again. “I don’t know if I’d like that. I thought I would, but I don’t know...But I guess I’ll be prepared for that if it happens. Do you think you could do it? Put me in there?”
Breasts. Pft. In Mayuri's mind, they were simply two meaningless mounds of flesh covered fat and glands with muscle that bled when they were cut into. Nothing more. Nothing less.
These ones were only interesting for the fact that they contained components. He wasn't even aware that staring at one's self on the slab might be unnerving. It was strictly science and nothing else.
"I know that I can transfer your memories into that." He pointed over toward the cyberbrain, retreating off into the shadows, out of a door, and coming back a minute later. He was wheeling a large metal cylander behind him, stopping and pressing buttons to enter a code. It opened up, revealing a brain suspended in liquid, with wires running into it. Mayuri looked proud of this accomplishment, because it was a feat and a delicate one, as well. "This is one of my spare brains. I know it works, because I swapped out the original with one of them, to test it. My knowledge was entact. It is a simple matter, but aligning your cyber brain to this body may require adjustments."
He stopped and studied her for a moment, his head tilted to one side. He looked like a curious owl.
"...are you insinuating that you wish to be put into that body, ahead of your dream schedule? If the attempt is unsuccessful, you might die. There is always that risk though, with whatever procedure one undergoes. Even those procedures one does on their own self."
"I'm just thinking about it," Motoko replied. "As a contingency. My job is growing more dangerous by the day. If I have to accelerate my dream schedule, then I must."
She stroked the hair on her cyber body. "If you view memories and the human soul as data, then it's no different from cloning the OC on a computer."
Accelerating the dream schedule was an interesting thought. He pondered that over for a moment, while watching her hand.
"I can have it ready. If you want, we can prime the cyberbrain with a backup copy of your memories, now. It's a relatively painless procedure, like trepanning, only with very small holes, needles, and wires." He folded his hands together and smiled, his teeth gleaming gold in the light of the surrounding computer monitors. "Or we can induce a coma and you can enter our dream state in that manner, and perhaps then I can see where the point of transference might be. How delightful."
It was a nice and fuzzy thought. He knew Motoko wouldn't go for it - she was too no nonsense and that was what made her a good officer - but she had no mind for scientific theory and hypothesis.
She shook her head. "I've got something coming up. I'll need to be in tip top shape for this. But once that's done we can try some of that. I'm..more worried about there suddenly being two of me." That was the last thing she wanted or needed.
"While that is a compelling idea, one of you is enough. If you are physically damaged, then it will be difficult to do a transfer. Not to mention, that I may not know if that were to happen. Time would be of the essence, which is why I think I have a solution to the problem."
Mayuri had something special he had been working on, but that he wasn't about to let out into the general populace. The world wasn't ready for it yet, and he wished to keep any such data for himself. He moved to a refrigerated medicines shelf, taking out a vial and a capped syringe, both of which were put into a small carrying case and held out to Motoko.
"Surveillance bacteria. Where I was from, this was used to monitor the comings and goings of subjects of interest, as well as obtain battle data against who they were fighting, should I have to intervene and face them, myself." Before she could object, Mayuri held up his free hand in a gesture that she should consider it. "If the time comes and you face a dangerous situation in which you will need to be retrieved and placed into that body and mind, then I want you to inject yourself if you are able. My analyzing systems will pick up the signal and notify me, immediately."
She looked at the syringe, then at Mayuri, and her cyber body. "I'll know if you've tampered with the body or the brain. It won't go pretty for you if you have. But I suppose I'll have to trust you." She held his hand out for the syringe. "If I have to use that thing I'm going to be dying anyway."
He placed the case containing the vial and syringe in her hand.
"That's the point and if I did tamper with it, then I would be profoundly difficult to kill," Mayuri pointed out, since it was hard to define if he was amongst the living or the dead. The line was blurred, as much as the line was between human and superhuman, or human and pony, or any number of things that Orange County had managed to come up with. "However, I have the scans necessary for non-invasive study and there are some similarities to the gigai that I am familiar with, from where I am from. If you inject that, then I will know you are in need of being retrieved and I will personally locate and bring you back to the facility. That’s all.”
"Thank you." She held out her hand to shake on it. She rather wanted to get out of this place, now, but she didn't want to be rude.
The sooner she got out? The faster he could go back to his research. And dissections. To make matters worse, Mayuri stared at her hand like it was made of tentacles.
"I'm doing this for the experience and to hone my skills, Motoko-chan," was his reply. Not rude, per se, but more like he was gleefully rubbing his hands together, inside his head. He nodded his head to her, which was as much a gesture of respect as Mayuri ever gave to anyone. Usually they were scoffed at and told to get out. But, seeing as how she was family? He reluctantly thought that even family had to help keep things in line when the rest of the world was full of idiots and imbeciles ready to implode the planet. Especially family that was in Interpol. "I will help to keep you alive, in exchange...as well as give you any upgrades and modifications you might need, someday."
If she didn't survive, then he could study the body at his leisure. But there was little doubt in his mind that they were both infuriatingly hard to kill, if anyone dared try. And if he had to clear a battlefield with his bankai spreading poison gas everywhere to get to her before she succumbed to an injury? He would do so. Because...SCIENCE.
She’d need fire protection, but she didn’t know that yet. Dropping her hand and nodding at him, Motoko turned to go. “As long as it works for you. I’ll see you around. Hopefully not too soon.”
"It will work, either way...but I'll know if it's too soon," Mayuri replied, with another nod of his head. He was watching her go, but not in an appreciative way, more as though he was speculating if he would see her again.