Thread: Deus Ex Machina (BlisteredBlood x darkangel76)

Mara waited with bated breath as the capsule door creaked open. She could feel her entire body trembling as she read the screen and waited for her grandfathers greatest creation to wake from its decades long sleep. It wouldnt be long now, mere moments, before she was face to face with the being whod known him personally. Maras father never knew his own father, her grandfather, very well since hed so very rarely seen him or spent time with him while hed still been alive. Yes, her father recalled a few vague instances where theyd shared some fun times together as father and son, but hed been so very young then. Due to the nature of her grandfathers work and the ways in which the SER had run such things, especially back then, that were deemed high risk and high security, the man had been all but separated from his family entirely for the duration of most of her fathers life. It had saddened her to learn of such things, especially since something deep inside her told her that it had probably pained her grandfather to be away from his family all the time. Just then, time seemed to slow down, almost go still. The capsule door had completely opened and Mara could easily see the cyborg that had been enclosed inside. Her pale eyes went wide as she took in the sight of him. He knew my grandfather, she thought to herself. He knew him. So many emotions ran through her at that moment, emotions that overwhelmed her and caused her eyes to tear a bit. Blinking several times, she wiped them away and continued to look upon this being her grandfather had helped create. Not realizing it, Mara was letting her guard down, letting her feelings get in the way of the caution she should have been keeping. But honestly, she couldnt help it. Her gunblade was forgotten, her eyes fixed upon the cyborg as he finally sat upright and looked at her. For a brief moment, his eyes locked onto hers. In that moment, she felt her heart stop. He was waking, he was alive? She didnt quite know what state he was in, but from her perspective he was indeed coming to life, taking in his surroundings, sizing everything up. She was in awe of the being she saw there before her for never had she ever seen anything like him. Finally, the cyborg, Deadman, stood up and began to look about the room. Mara just continued to watch, her weapon and her mission both forgotten. So many questions ran through her mind and she hoped hed be willing to talk with her. It would mean so much, more than he could ever know. Just then she wondered could he feel? Was such a thing possible? She honestly didnt know. Cybernetics wasnt something she was well versed in at all. So she had no idea if even a supposedly free-thinking artificial intelligence could truly feel anything. She supposed time would tell and she found herself hoping that somewhere deep inside that cybernetic-human hybrid of a body was the original man who was at the cyborgs core. Deadman walked past Mara just then. She felt herself shrink back a little as he loomed past her, his height towering over her own. He found something resembling a handle and began working with it as if she wasnt even in the room. Did he see her there? Did he care? So Mara gasped. She hadnt expected Deadman to speak for some reason, at least not in the manner in which he was. He seemed to have his attention occupied with the weapon he was creating, yet somehow he was engaging in conversation with her. Who are you? Deadman asked. Mara licked her lips, her mouth feeling dry. Brushing a hand through her dark hair she opened her mouth to speak. I Im Mara Kalish, she said, her voice soft and low. Im Dr. Kalishnikovs granddaughter.