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After you cannibalize another Human, things aren't the same anymore.
Well, calling Maelstrom cyberpsychos Human may be a bit of a stretch. Especially with how they treat their own Daughter.
I was an accident this time as well and sadly not an orphan. God I wish I was... mhhh... maybe not considering I'm in a dystopia death world.
My old name was Emily, you know before the whole dying thing. I would tell you my new one if I had one. But I don't think: bitch, you, meat, fleshling or doll are my given name. So in homage to my roll model I chose the Name Cyn. Cute little murder bot.
My first Cyberware were of course optics. You can't do much without those in this world, everything is digital and phones never really took off.
I got them when I was 2 years old, and unlike normal people my optics weren't just Cybernetic eyes, that would be to "boring", nah, I got the full maelstrom treatment, remove the upper part of the face with quite a bit of skull in the mix and swap it out with some chunky ass cube filled with unnecessary red glowing lights.
Of course that was installed in a drug infested denn by a zoinked out Maelstom Ripper, and the job title fitted that inverted sphincter of a person to a T. Had I been a normal todler I would have died for sure. The only reason I didn't was my pain tolerance from my last life.
After that I had to update my spine, it was to weak to support cyberware designed for grown adults, they wouldn't care about any of that so I had to pretend to be a fan of borgs', the only thing Maelstrom cares about.
Not that I was prudish about keeping my meaty bits, I was always a transhumanist so upgrading my body was never something I would fear. It wasn't even my original one so why would I care?
No, upgrades are fine but the junk the Maelstrom had available would sooner cripple me for life then help. So I studied. I would soak up everything Cyberware. Told my 'rents i wanted to become a ripper, to bring my fellow Maelsies to Devine machine perfection, gave the whole machine God speech. 'From the moment I understood the weakness from my flesh it disgusted me' and all that jazz. They ate it up like a cricket meat burrito (surprisingly good).
The true purpose was of course to never have to interact with the piss leaking, angel dust snorting delusion of competence having concrete slab of a face Maelstrom ripper. You could do a lot of self surgery with the right equipment. The only thing you can't really do is a cyberdeck.
I was working on one since I could think and managed to scrunch up a workable prototype, it had everything. Good speed, lots of memory, fucking amazing ice, pat on the back for me! And most importantly, the ability to keep my brain full of oxygen for multiple days even if I were to lose all my blood! It even had updated optics build in! Basically a full skull replacement.
So why was I and my parents thrown into a pit left to starve to death? Fuck if I know, probably something they did, or maybe it was my rejection of the Maelstrom higher up? Fucker was 58 and still tried to flirt with a 13 year old(me) so what if I shot his Dick off? Wasn't even real to begin with. Woopsies.
Water I could get from a leaking pipe (yuk) but food, that was a problem. I was trying to destroy the wall, but the concrete was surprisingly durable, punshing it bearly did anything, and after 13 days the hunger got to much, shivering gnawing hunger. All consuming hunger and acid in my blood. My mouth was salivating. Food
The void in my stomach, punshing the wall, over and over and over and over and over and over and over... too much. I blacked out.
Afterwards I knew what I had to do, my parents were bearly coherent, the withdrawal and starvation left them bearly alive to begin with, a bit of reebar from the wall I was working on made quick progress of them. They tried to struggle, but a Stab to the heart and a bunch of hits to the head with a good sized rock did the job, even with all their cyberware. In a last desperate ditch of power my mother managed to rip of parts of my optics. Everything on my rid side looks glitchy now.
Luckily synth skin was eddible, I heard eating raw brain matter could lead to disease. Enough pause I can already smell the freedom, using the servo of my parents Cybernetic limbs should allow me to ram the rebar hard enough into the concrete to finally break through.
Where to go to install my cyberdeck once I'm free, I'm pretty obviously Maelstrom so which ripper would even work on me? Fingers? Ew fuck no. Mhhhh only one ripper that would take pitty on me.
Viktor Vektor