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The upper echelons of Homo Deus society was a culture embroiled in political machinations and indoctrinating eruditions. The central civilization was comprised of the principal Families within each of the Four Cardinal Points, the Families themselves encompassed centuries of illustrious histories and prominent champions of the State. Matters of the upper echelons were esoteric knowledge, information circulates within class distinctions.

Hayzeus Kalonymus Adrammalech. The progeny of two prominent Families of two distinct Points, a knight of the prestigious Furūsiyya order- until the incident.

The sins of your blood, to which you must pay penitence.

Though he himself was a virtuous citizen of the state with only esteemed accomplishments and an auspicious professional profile on his record, his immediate relation to his father had disgraced and excommunicated him from Deus Society. Nevertheless, he no doubt still longed for his divine citizen status- gods cannot be made men in pride.

When she had knocked him out unconscious and operated on him, she had removed his helm to register his identity into her databases. He still had the face of a well bred Homo Deus, devoid of implants, surgical corrections or even minor alterations. Naturally, such physical modifications would be considered sacrilegious to a member of the upper echelon.

The genomic blueprint of the man made god was holy to the State. He was a pure human, and he likely wanted a future befitting of his inception.

“I can help you find Ithiel.”

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What is the taste of fear? Acerbic? Bitter? Like sinking beneath the waves of the dead sea?

She could taste fear now, it was thick as honey- and echoed with a dissonance that was senseless, it held the acidity of agitation, the bitterness of pain and the salt of distress. There was a despair too, a tormented ghost screaming silently- the soundless voice drifting across the salt dunes.

Poisera struggled- again. She desperately attempted to slip free of the silver chains entangled around her body and limbs. There was a hum that vibrated around her and a spear of electricity sliced into her bones, it coiled along her flesh and smelted into the surface of her skin, the current’s venom coursing through her heart. Though she opened her mouth to scream, there was no breath enclosed in her lungs and a soundless agony contorted her frame like crumbled origami.

Her fists were bound clenched by her side, fingernails broken into the flesh of her palms. She had bitten her tongue more than once and dark blood trickled down the corners of her split lips. The embedded hooks along the chains had dug into her skin and latched onto sinews and muscle tissue, they were impossible to dislodge without precise surgical removal- unless she was willing to tear off most of her flesh.

There was nothing she could do. She was trapped.

“So here we are, finally caught you- you little monster.” Her captor cackled with a savage grin. Then, with a skeletal mechanical hand, the hunter wrenched Poisera’s face towards her- claws digging into the girl’s pale cheeks.

It was the nefarious bounty hunter- Araneida, or otherwise known as the Red Widow. She was once quite a renowned beauty for her fiery red curls and kingfisher blue eyes, now her bald scalp was a foamy mess of bubbled skin and swollen pink scars. Half of her face was melted and had unfortunately healed that way. Her nose was a gaping hole and one remaining blue eye drooped within the cavities of her deformed left cheek. The other eye was an implant and both eyes, one of flesh and the other of glass and plastic, now stared in feverish, maniacal hatred at Poisera.

“…I’m guessing you found out.” The girl managed to choke out, she attempted to crack a smirk but it came as crooked and deranged as she felt.

“Oh it wasn’t hard, and believe me- I am going to make you wish you had killed yourself when you had the chance.” Araneida growled, a guttural sound like a voice scrapped together from a tangled knot of skin and bones.

“If you had been more focused on your career rather than hunting me down for your own purposes- such as a torturous, slow death- maybe you would have earned enough for plastic surgery by now.”

Araneida’s fist lashed out and struck Poisera across the jaw, dislocating it. She swallowed the pain with a flush of anger and spat out the blood collected in her mouth. “… Trust me… You need it.”

If she was going to suffer and die, she might as well keep the attitude.

There was a pause, the pointed edge of the Widow’s gleaming red heel swung up and came close, too close, to Poisera’s left eye. The girl forced herself not to blink.

“I know what you are doing. But I’ll let you know I won’t kill you- no matter how angry you make me.”

“Turned over a new leaf towards cultivating inner beauty I see.”

Her captor laughed humorlessly, a sporadic clogging sound that was cringe worthy in Poisera’s opinion. Then she reached for the tall black suitcase she carried with her and unlocked it using fingerprint scanner. The steel case opened with a hiss.

Inside was a cylindrical transportation tank filled with sustenance fluid. The tank was empty, hooked up to synthetic cords, twisting tubes and a miniature bio-monitor screen. Through the glass- the liquid glowed an ominous orange hue, Poisera could see her own distorted reflection from the scattered light upon the opaque surface.

“…. You are missing some fish in that tank.”

“It’s a herpetarium~” Araneida growled, grinning with lopsided malevolence.

She felt sick, especially as her eyes unwillingly trailed towards the other half of the case where a head cage encircled by a surgical platform was embedded. A circular scanner was centered on the headrest, once the specimen has been placed in position the scanner would conduct diagnostic measurements before commencing the operation. Within an hour, her skull would be sliced open and her brain and essential nervous components removed.

Brain extraction surgery in a kit- the travel friendly edition, just what I need.

“Exactly~ Here’s what I thought, why torture and kill you once when I can do it a thousand times?”

“Just a thousand times? Thought you were way more obsessed with me than that.”

Before Araneida could respond, Poisera twisted her body and launched herself at the open suitcase. From the movement, new electrical current tore through her body and she cried out. This time, the scream was as raw, agonized and furious as she felt.

I will die by my rules, and mine alone.

Surprised, Araneida dropped the case as the girl slammed herself towards it. For a moment, the pain that scrapped at her consciousness made her freeze- but she forced herself to twist and the electricity slipped from her, across the steel case and into the carefully wired machineries stored inside the sealed compartments.

It only took two seconds, and when the Widow realized what she had meant to do- the woman snarled, deactivated the electrocution net and grabbed Poisera by the hair to drag her off. The cabling within the suitcase however, was already singed.

“You think this will save you?!” Araneida screeched.

No, but death will.

The world flickered in and out, darkness bleeding into her vision- or perhaps it was her blood in her eyes. She felt herself being dragged. She felt time slowing, each second morphing into an eternity. She felt bones break, from fingertips to her arms. She felt the splintering and crackling resounding like thunder in the storm of her mind. She felt cold steel piercing her stomach and inching upwards, bit by bit.

She was sinking, drowning in the dead sea. As pain was incinerated from her senses, death felt cold.

#[+Thread+]#[+Snared+]#iuvenesesque #A new year reply~!

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Clearest Picture of Mercury ever taken

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Poisera glanced to the side, averting a faint flush of embarrassment that stole unto her cheeks. She was grateful for the mauve blood splattered over her face, such that her momentary chagrin could be masked conveniently by a constructed smile of confidence conscientiously placed on her lips.

If she paused for too long, or lingered in her thoughts- she knew she would be engulfed by the doubts and apprehension encircling her mind, a flock of scavengers eager to descend the moment her fragile convictions falter. So she must continue, regardless of how she must seem- a defective, injured girl attempting to bargain with nothing in her possession, led by mere threads of broken secrets.

“The future of any organism is written in their genetic code and bio electromagnetic systems, if you can alter, add, or delete segments- you can change the fate of an organism. The Homo Deus are but a result of Deus ex Machina, the machine being the synthetically enhanced body.”

She paused, then continued. A gamble?

“However, the future you are looking for is different isn’t it? Perhaps it is not so much of a future as it is a reversal of the past, Kalonymous.”

Alea iacta est.

🗜- ;!!!!!!!

What is the taste of fear? Acerbic? Bitter? Like sinking beneath the waves of the dead sea?

There was nothing she could do. She was trapped.

“…I’m guessing you found out.” The girl managed to choke out, she attempted to crack a smirk but it came as crooked and deranged as she felt.

“If you had been more focused on your career rather than hunting me down for your own purposes- such as a torturous, slow death- maybe you would have earned enough for plastic surgery by now.”

If she was going to suffer and die, she might as well keep the attitude.

There was a pause, the pointed edge of the Widow’s gleaming red heel swung up and came close, too close, to Poisera’s left eye. The girl forced herself not to blink.

“I know what you are doing. But I’ll let you know I won’t kill you- no matter how angry you make me.”

“Turned over a new leaf towards cultivating inner beauty I see.”

“…. You are missing some fish in that tank.”

“It’s a herpetarium~” Araneida growled, grinning with lopsided malevolence.

Brain extraction surgery in a kit- the travel friendly edition, just what I need.

“Exactly~ Here’s what I thought, why torture and kill you once when I can do it a thousand times?”

“Just a thousand times? Thought you were way more obsessed with me than that.”

I will die by my rules, and mine alone.

“You think this will save you?!” Araneida screeched.

No, but death will.

She was sinking, drowning in the dead sea. As pain was incinerated from her senses, death felt cold.

#[+Snared+]#[+Thread+]#iuvenesesque #Let's see what happens~

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His voice was a composition of composure devoid of inflections, a balanced scale of even intonations and coiled repose. It wasn’t altered or adjusted through the processing systems of his exoskeleton helm, which surprised her- as the voice sounded human and natural. Though perhaps he was simply utilizing a vocalization pattern he had uploaded into the audio system of his armor.

Poisera hadn’t quite expected him to respond, he always seemed the silent type.

“Nor is it a profession you are particularly pleased with I’m sure.”

Considering your lineage and education.

“No… My compensation is in futures. Wouldn’t you like your future back?”

🗜- ;!!!!!!!

What is the taste of fear? Acerbic? Bitter? Like sinking beneath the waves of the dead sea?

There was nothing she could do. She was trapped.

“…I’m guessing you found out.” The girl managed to choke out, she attempted to crack a smirk but it came as crooked and deranged as she felt.

“If you had been more focused on your career rather than hunting me down for your own purposes- such as a torturous, slow death- maybe you would have earned enough for plastic surgery by now.”

If she was going to suffer and die, she might as well keep the attitude.

There was a pause, the pointed edge of the Widow’s gleaming red heel swung up and came close, too close, to Poisera’s left eye. The girl forced herself not to blink.

“I know what you are doing. But I’ll let you know I won’t kill you- no matter how angry you make me.”

“Turned over a new leaf towards cultivating inner beauty I see.”

“…. You are missing some fish in that tank.”

“It’s a herpetarium~” Araneida growled, grinning with lopsided malevolence.

Brain extraction surgery in a kit- the travel friendly edition, just what I need.

“Exactly~ Here’s what I thought, why torture and kill you once when I can do it a thousand times?”

“Just a thousand times? Thought you were way more obsessed with me than that.”

I will die by my rules, and mine alone.

“You think this will save you?!” Araneida screeched.

No, but death will.

She was sinking, drowning in the dead sea. As pain was incinerated from her senses, death felt cold.

#[+Thread+]#[+Snared+]#iuvenesesque #hmmm... he is hard to grasp~ .

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Living Cave - 171025

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An amber radiance was casted over the clustered interior of the compact aircraft. Pinpoints of blue lights and green hoverscreens of vehicle positioning and course channels were displayed across the dashboard, a flickering stream of spatial apparitions- preset and already verified by the ship’s AI coordinator.

Prepared are we?

Not unexpected, given the hunter himself. Though perhaps this turn of circumstances was certainly so. As the severity of the situation drawned upon her, she couldn’t help but briefly wonder for the first time if her choices were correct- if she was proceeding towards a conclusion or a finality.

He moved with a lithe precision and grace, despite the battered condition of his exoskeleton armor- segmented irregularly as it was both due to unsynchronized components and combat wear. Poisera bit her lower lip contemplatively. She was incapacitated and bound with reinforced straps, but even if she wasn’t- she had never been the most capable in physical engagement, especailly close range.

The engines activated, the lighting dimmed to a dusky hue.

“Given a job offer with better compensation- would you be interested?”

🗜- ;!!!!!!!

What is the taste of fear? Acerbic? Bitter? Like sinking beneath the waves of the dead sea?

There was nothing she could do. She was trapped.

“…I’m guessing you found out.” The girl managed to choke out, she attempted to crack a smirk but it came as crooked and deranged as she felt.

“If you had been more focused on your career rather than hunting me down for your own purposes- such as a torturous, slow death- maybe you would have earned enough for plastic surgery by now.”

If she was going to suffer and die, she might as well keep the attitude.

There was a pause, the pointed edge of the Widow’s gleaming red heel swung up and came close, too close, to Poisera’s left eye. The girl forced herself not to blink.

“I know what you are doing. But I’ll let you know I won’t kill you- no matter how angry you make me.”

“Turned over a new leaf towards cultivating inner beauty I see.”

“…. You are missing some fish in that tank.”

“It’s a herpetarium~” Araneida growled, grinning with lopsided malevolence.

Brain extraction surgery in a kit- the travel friendly edition, just what I need.

“Exactly~ Here’s what I thought, why torture and kill you once when I can do it a thousand times?”

“Just a thousand times? Thought you were way more obsessed with me than that.”

I will die by my rules, and mine alone.

“You think this will save you?!” Araneida screeched.

No, but death will.

She was sinking, drowning in the dead sea. As pain was incinerated from her senses, death felt cold.

#[+Snared+]#[+Thread+]#iuvenesesque #quite literally $$$ bribe

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Coruscating obsidian, a sempiternal darkness within the eye of a storm- the descent and ascent entwined within a double helix extending into the nadir of arcane oceans. An infinite spiral- a genetic codex- towards a dormant nexus...

An internal collapse towards transmutation- a chemical decomposition and synthesis- a metamorphosis… An everlasting fall.

She reached out, fingertips breaking the shimmering surface between consciousness and the unknown. There was a desperation, a phobia that suffocated her- leaving her suspended in asphyxiation like ice circulating into her lungs.

She clung to the memory of herself, the physicality- the disposition she so meticulously sculpted. She clung to the memory of fear, of senselessness, of insanity, of nothingness.

When a droplet of awareness fell into the abysmal pool to which she was drowning- she grasped for it frantically, even if pain scorched through her- tearing apart her senses at the seams. A broken shard of reality cutting into the discordance resonant in her mind.

Poisera’s eyes flashed open, black pupils dilating and dissolving into basins of glistening molasses. White lashes fluttered as she attempted to capture her ephemeral thoughts. She could feel the heaviness of the synthetic chestplate enveloped over her torso, compressing over her open wounds to halt the bleeding. Some anaesthetic narcotics were being applied to her through microinjections from the interior of the chestplate, as evident by the receding sensations of pain and an advancing haziness that teased torpidity.

Her legs were broken, she could not move them though she tried instinctively and winced in consequence. Nevertheless, she was moving- the world whirled passed her in mosaic colors too bright, too piercing. She could feel the movement in the distance, the rattling echoing through her bones with each step, the warmth of her blood weeping as the healed slashes tore, then healed, then torn again.

She was glad the pain was kept at bay, otherwise she doubted she would be able to think. For instance, who had saved her- if indeed she was being saved? And if she was saved, saved for what? But though the world was blurry and paralyzed, she recognized the person- the hunter- that now carried her. They had crossed paths on multiple occasions, a game of cat and mouse, a game she fixed- never intending to let him win.

Though perhaps this time, she was lucky. Lucky that he was as determined in winning the game as she was in continuing to play it.

Despite her condition, despite how close she was to death- to capture- to an even more destructive conclusion… Poisera smiled.

“... You are late.” She whispered.

She knew he was trailing her, setting up his traps. It was ironic now that he was saving her from the trap set by another. A territorial hunter.

However, the night was still young. If he had killed Araneida, as he must have- otherwise there was no way she would still be alive, then the signal of the Widow’s death would have been immediately registered by Araneida’s employer. Given the information and reward held above Poisera’s head, the employer would no doubt promptly send out more hunters and mercenaries- afterall, it was difficult to locate Poisera as it was.

In fact, Araneida may have served her intended purpose well- if it was only to trap or locate Poisera. Only an inexperienced bounty management firm would have hired and assigned the deranged Red Widow after the person that had wrecked the woman’s psyche. The Red Widow’s obsession with killing Poisera and previous meeting with the infamous surgeon would have assisted her in identifying the girl’s location. However, her violence and madness were unstable variables to the chase- that ultimately lead to fatal miscalculations.

Underestimation was one of them. A common lavender bounty hunter would not have been able to track Poisera. Nonetheless, the odds were against them.

She wondered- if they would survive the night, or fade by daylight.

🗜- ;!!!!!!!

What is the taste of fear? Acerbic? Bitter? Like sinking beneath the waves of the dead sea?

There was nothing she could do. She was trapped.

“…I’m guessing you found out.” The girl managed to choke out, she attempted to crack a smirk but it came as crooked and deranged as she felt.

“If you had been more focused on your career rather than hunting me down for your own purposes- such as a torturous, slow death- maybe you would have earned enough for plastic surgery by now.”

If she was going to suffer and die, she might as well keep the attitude.

There was a pause, the pointed edge of the Widow’s gleaming red heel swung up and came close, too close, to Poisera’s left eye. The girl forced herself not to blink.

“I know what you are doing. But I’ll let you know I won’t kill you- no matter how angry you make me.”

“Turned over a new leaf towards cultivating inner beauty I see.”

“…. You are missing some fish in that tank.”

“It’s a herpetarium~” Araneida growled, grinning with lopsided malevolence.

Brain extraction surgery in a kit- the travel friendly edition, just what I need.

“Exactly~ Here’s what I thought, why torture and kill you once when I can do it a thousand times?”

“Just a thousand times? Thought you were way more obsessed with me than that.”

I will die by my rules, and mine alone.

“You think this will save you?!” Araneida screeched.

No, but death will.

She was sinking, drowning in the dead sea. As pain was incinerated from her senses, death felt cold.

#iuvenesesque #[+Snared+]#[+Thread+]#{Here we go- a promise of more action~}

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天使

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March 1, 1979 – Astonishing glimpses of planet Jupiter made by the Voyager 1 space probe. (NASA)

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🗜- ;!!!!!!!

What is the taste of fear? Acerbic? Bitter? Like sinking beneath the waves of the dead sea?

There was nothing she could do. She was trapped.

“…I’m guessing you found out.” The girl managed to choke out, she attempted to crack a smirk but it came as crooked and deranged as she felt.

“If you had been more focused on your career rather than hunting me down for your own purposes- such as a torturous, slow death- maybe you would have earned enough for plastic surgery by now.”

If she was going to suffer and die, she might as well keep the attitude.

There was a pause, the pointed edge of the Widow’s gleaming red heel swung up and came close, too close, to Poisera’s left eye. The girl forced herself not to blink.

“I know what you are doing. But I’ll let you know I won’t kill you- no matter how angry you make me.”

“Turned over a new leaf towards cultivating inner beauty I see.”

“…. You are missing some fish in that tank.”

“It’s a herpetarium~” Araneida growled, grinning with lopsided malevolence.

Brain extraction surgery in a kit- the travel friendly edition, just what I need.

“Exactly~ Here’s what I thought, why torture and kill you once when I can do it a thousand times?”

“Just a thousand times? Thought you were way more obsessed with me than that.”

I will die by my rules, and mine alone.

“You think this will save you?!” Araneida screeched.

No, but death will.

She was sinking, drowning in the dead sea. As pain was incinerated from her senses, death felt cold.

#[+Snared+]#[+Thread+]#iuvenesesque

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The serpentine streets twisted and coiled about the folds of the Hive city like the layers of an insect nest, where scintillating lights flickered about within the apertures of darkness- a swarm of fluorescent eyes.

There was a psychological pandemonium to the composition of the lower Bowels to the infamous Hive city. Highways winding into ruins, buildings built within buildings, labyrinths of mechanical waste reconfigured into factory districts, and its inhabitants exhibited the same streak of chaos both in appearance and occupations.

It was always interesting when something unexpected happens, and fortunately for her- the Bowels were full of entertaining surprises, pleasant or otherwise.

Poisera focused on the scene playing before her. increasing the definition on her analytical lenses to obtain precise data on the two targets below. She was perched on the ledge of an abandoned tower. The glass structure was over hundreds of sections and laced with cracks that ran like jagged scars across its stained, dark surface. At some point in time, she envisioned that the tower could have been an obsidian spire encircled by crowns of expressway rings, with hover vehicles that soared about in coiling trajectories- leaving streaks of light like artificial meteors.

Now the tower was a broken, rusted needle that pierced into the grotesque, heaving mass of the metropolis below- to which spidery black alleys sprawled forth from the puncture like a tangled web of veins. It’s upper floors were haunted by the technological skeletons of its past enterprises and obscured within drifts of magenta smog.

With a click- the rifle beam was activated, a ring of blue light illuminated the muzzle point and the exact distance, frequencies and coordinates were adjusted accordingly. She wanted anonymity, it wouldn’t do for the hunters to realize they were the hunted- and so she had replaced the laser generators with EM radiation transmitters.

Her original target was equipped with exoskeleton armor, the usual you would find on the market- penetrable by beta frequencies and above so nothing beyond termination. The other hunter who had attacked her target wasn’t even wearing armor, though perhaps he felt safe enough having portions of his body mechanicalized. As her original target will soon realize, killing a cyborg isn’t as easy as a few cuts with a rustic blade.

She hummed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she deactivated the rifle. She was content to observe for now. Besides, she was curious who they sent after her this time. A bounty hunter quietly ambushed and killed in the back alley without much ceremony wasn’t worth her kill. It would be terribly ironic if the two of them simply eliminated each other.

Poisera smiled, then made herself comfortable to watch the show.

☄️

☄️- In a dangerous situation

The sky was as dark as his blood. A faint hue of gold, layered by blackness and ever-present red. Consciousness was a dull coloured thurible swinging back and forth, leaving a trail of confusion and sweet-smelling smoke behind it. He could hear words between each swing, harsh and mocking.

“Might be a comfort to you to know it isn’t personal. Not even a little bit. I know I’d want to know.”

Swish, swish.

“Truth be told, I don’t even know what you look like.”

He could almost hear the bells ringing.

“But I’m sure you know how it goes in this industry. Deus knows, I shouldn’t even be talking to you like this.”

Swish, swish, swish.

“Oh well. Won’t be long now, comrade. See? Sun is rising. Your last, I reckon. So it can’t hurt.”

But it did.

The street lamp flickered out.

Swish, swish.

Morning had arrived. Kalonymus stabbed his Achilles’s tendon. The blade passed straight through the delicately sliding muscle by sheer force alone. Blood and white bone and salmon pink tissue. The bounty-hunter screamed, dropping to his knees. It was not a graceful move, not by any means. But it was tempered by a rough and frenzied strength - the very same sort of action his Master would have regarded as far too primitive for their Order. The strength of a beast. One of them. There was shame in the frantic pulse of a wild-thing.

But -

It mattered not. He would achieve his goal. And when that happened, the sins of this lifetime would be washed away.

The bounty hunter had neglected to wear an armoured suit. Fool. The only advantage he had possessed was the element of surprise and this was his no longer. Kalonymus crawled across the wet tiles, crooked blade now held in plain sight. Another jab. The man’s feet lashed out as the tendons in his kneecap were separated. He had no formal training, no protection, no control of the involuntary jerking of his limbs. Kalonymus sheathed his blade in the man’s thigh. Then his stomach. A primitive, dragging maneuver - he had not the strength nor the angle to sink the knife into the man’s throat.

“I am,” Kalonymus coughed, ash and copper on his tongue, “No comrade of yours.”

#[+Uninvited_Encounter+]#iuvenesesque #[+Thread+]

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