What it Feels Like to be Torn Apart

April 12th, 2019 versus OS-19
Inspired by: 
archadianskies: 
:So here:s a thought--retired Jaegers go to Oblivion Bay, right? And parts can be salvaged and reworked/reused, etc etc.
:My question is: for the surviving Jaeger pilots whose Jaegers were decommissioned and then had parts salvaged, would ghost-drifting apply here? Would there be Jaeger pilots feeling phantom pains (or even straight up agony) when their Jaeger was being dismantled?
:Would it feel like they were being torn apart?
Originally posted here
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A few months ago, Cheung, Hu, and Jin slipped a Pons from its home and dragged it to Mǐn’s room. With Jin monitoring vitals, Hu on controls, and Cheung as Drift chaperon, they initiated the neural handshake. It was trippy, odd, and unsettling, and Mǐn came away perfectly happy to never have her neurons threatened again but thankful that her cousins had such a driven AI on their side.
Less than an hour ago, Mǐn's left arm tingled. She brushed it off; skin crawling and random shivers were part of being human. In fact, the day Reckoner made landfall (consequently the day those cultists shattered her leg), she’d woken up with a twitchy ankle.
A few minutes ago, an oblique swath across her back asked to move away from the boiler ... except the boiler was on a counter in the corner. Probably something menstrual-cycle related; her temperature tended to go all screwy that time of the month--conduction heating or cooling or whatever. She shrugged, and did a lovely pirouette to the faucet. 
Her hand fell asleep, woke up--the teapot clanged into the sink--a bolt started at her elbow and tore up her arm. That ... she'd never felt anything like that before and something was definitely wrong.
She scrambles for her phone, left hand clumsier than she remembered and why does she always have to pack her pockets for her right her right hand seizes but her right hand's twitching on the counter her phone slips from her fingers clatters to the floor her ankle twists but she's still standing hasn't moved fire burning her chest she can't breathe falling opens her mouth to scream jaw's locked shut tight--
Her mobile! It's so close just get it open get a hold of someone make noise help me Left arm please I can’t right arms won't move--hips jerk back arcs whacks her head on the ground--Heaven help me don’t let this be a seizure coordinate the shock throw over your shoulder hand lands so close--So close! Do it again can I do it again knuckles against the seam Breathe! You need to breathe!
It sounds like a wheeze.
It doesn't help.
Punch it open if you have to Thank Heavens You did it! Why did I get a phone with such tiny buttons Just hit something! Hit something and don't let up!
Beep.
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