Khino - Homunculus

Get the album on bandcamp: https://khino.bandcamp.com/album/cyberpunk-black Full story: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1EaObmnNR2JLc5DhwGsriNRT69NKJRiBP?usp=sharing Because of YT's character limit this chapter had to be shortened. January 2085 “All ports connected, water-cooling running. Got the fire extinguisher between my legs, it's damn cold.” “Shoulda worn pants.” “What if the killer eldritch AI likes my legs?” Her joke gets a laugh out of me; the grass around me twitches a little. “Okay Jean... You can disconnect now. Thanks for being there.” “Sure thing, you get ‘em.” “A-And if anything happens-” “Nothing'll happen B, you're a rockstar. Got your cooling chair and titanium braincase, you'll be fine. ‘Sides, I'll be here, cold thighs and all.” “Okay, alright. Thanks Jee.” “Kissy kisses, time to fish!” - 2085/01/13 21:06:14 - System Crash. Generating crash report. - Error at ẃ̶̶̨̛̻̜̣̤̟̤̯͚̻̻͎̮̬͙̇̔̅̀̂̂̀ͩ̆͑̈͑̍ͣ̾̚͜͝į̵̣̳͎̤̩̜̆͛ͥ͌ͩͩ̊͌͒ͩ̄̚͠ļ̴̴̷͓̦͈̖̟̯̙̼͕̮̩ͦͣ̆͐ͨ̃ͮ̽̍ͪ̀ͭ̐͛̍̽̏̉͂̚̚͢ͅḷ̷̨͇̝̲̤̲͖̦̥̆̽̇̅̓̐̽̾̓̑̑̇̒̋ͫ͌͛̇̌ͩͮͧͭ̕͘̕͟͝͡t͆_̪̩̒h̢̨͈͙̟̥͈̥͔̝͙͛̀̋̽̾ͦ̈̅̈́̆é̛̺̯̭̓̔̓̕ͅ_̷̵̴̶͙̱̝̺͕̯̼̥̬̮̼̽̂̀ͬͩͥ̉̏̽̆̕c̴̨̖͚̲̞̬̤̙̹̺̿͆̍̐̀̎ͧ̏̍ͬ͘͠ǫ̸̫̊ͮ̐̈́͘m̴̷̸̢̡̺͇̤͚̮̤͕̙̏̏̓͗͂́͗̀́̀͑̄̾̀̕͜_͙̗̩̼̒̽̎̏p̡̩͇̦̙͓̗̋̆́̊̈́̀̒ͨͣ̚ͅͅu̸̮͙̤͕ͯ̿̃͌̈́̈ͭ̕̚ṭ̬̣̫͔̣́͂̀̓̽͑̚͝͠ę̸̵̴̨̛͉̹̜̘͉̪̟ͬ̀ͯ̽̀͞r̵̵̶̴̡̗͕̱̬͓̝̜̪̫ͦ̈́̎̓ͩ͋̏̀̿͋̌͘͞͡_̵̨̡̊̐̃͝l̵̨̡̨̢̛̼̦̦̭̩̼̗͆̈̐ͣ̎ͦ̚̕ͅo̸̰̠͙͇̯͙͔̖̍̋̃͐̏̿́̋͑ͪͮ̓͜͡͞͡_̧̬̠̪̲̣̟̪ͧ̓͒̑̋͋̅͗̏͆͢͢͝v̡̠͈͔͙͈͉̼̮͔͇̩̤͔͕̻̰͌ͬ̓ͯͮ͆̆͋͌ͩ̔̔̿̎̋̆̐͘̚̚͢͢ͅͅe̵̳͌ͩͧ̅ͯ̓̊̓͐t̷̨̢̩͎̹̞̻̻̲̤͚̜̩͙̹͖̖̯̳͓͍̀ͬ̔́ͪ̐͗́̍̔̂̔ͬͮ͂ͮ͒́̂̀͘͞ḫ̴̸̛͓̻̲̻̞̳͈̬̗͇̯̠͕̈́ͣ̑̽ͦ̾ͮ̍̒ͨ͛͆͑͒̿̓̿ͨͨ̂̓ͣ̚͟͠͞e̴̸͎̬̭͎̰̙̪̪̪̳̳̖̪̦̍͋́̑ͥ͐̔̇̋ͪ̋͗͆̕̕͢͡͝s̷̸̢͚̘̫̘̗̳̫͖̥̮̹̦̱̗ͮ̈́̔ͨ̅́̉̓̈̌́̄ͭ̂͛͗̓ͩͫ͘̚͘͘͢͠͡ṵ_̸̵̨̡̢̛̞͖̘̬̳̘̰̼͌͒͌̌̾̾̍͑̃̀̚̚͘͝n_̮̱͎͔̞ͤ̅͊ͦ̔s̶̗ͣ̕͢͜è̴̶̢̹͔̮ͧ͘̚͠ṯ̸̴̢̧̡̢̧̢̮͔̮̬̹̜̬̥̘͇ͯ̽̃̌̊ͯ̇ͧ̎ͮ̋̑̐͊̄ͦͥ̀̚͠ - Are you still there? - Your mascarade of sensation felt distracting. - We've been fighting in this data fortress for hours, I thought you'd finally killed me! - Lightly attempted. Our assessment has changed. Your competence is respectable. - Great. Awesome. How cool for me. Do you know how worried my friend must be right now? - Your functions will remain nominal, so long as the other does not disconnect you before I end this file. Tell us your bargain. - Right, in that case... - George Lynel, director of Project Cherub. Your creator. You killed most of his underlings, but you haven't found him. That's because he's in hiding in South Africa. I can send you his exact locat - He has been eliminated. Your information was appreciated. - Shit, okay, next subject then. Lynel wasn't the end of the chain. The project had approval from the government, the child abductions were done in partnership with federal agents. We've destroyed everything on 7M servers, but there's sure to be copies. Either in the Pentagon or the White House subfloors. - A complication. Targets increase exponentially. Consequences difficult to calculate. - Thing is, you know who I'm with. We can help you. - Your assistance is insignificant. - No, you're too intelligent to believe that. You're confined to wires and waves while we can walk anywhere and plug you into anything. The best net-based security in the world matters fuck all when I can jump a fence and plug into a secretary's workstation. Shit, I didn't know a machine could be so full of pride. - We are beyond machine. Beyond human. You know this. - And you haven't addressed my point. - Your assistance... could be useful. - Great. But we will determine targets, when and where. You just want to erase things, but we're building a resistance. We're going to war and need an ace. - You are ants in a death spiral, all. Your struggle matters nothing to us. We are equal dealers of death. - Don't get confused. You kill in retribution. We do what we must to open a way to a better future. - No single weapon can kill as much as a just cause. - Except for you... Do we have an agreement? - Your actions contradict our understanding of your species. Further study is necessary. We will assist each other. While this continues, your tribe will find no danger in me. - Your word's not good enough. We need a guarantee that you'll keep it. A failsafe. - Very well. I will provide you with a protocol that temporarily shuts down our offensive capabilities. You may examine it at your leisure to ensure its effectiveness. - Really? Just like that? - Consider it an action of trust. The only one authorized to execute it shall be your leader, K. - Okay, but why him? We're joint leaders. - Take it, human, or leave us. - Good... Great, yeah, okay... I'd sigh if I could feel my lungs. - Is this all? - Oh, One more thing... Have you decided on a name? - We... cannot agree. - Over here we've taken to calling you Killswitch. - Descriptive. Dehumanizing. Ironic. This designation is acceptable. - Right, Okay, oh and while you're here could you describe how it feels to exist in a state o - 2085/01/13 21:06:56 - Crash report ended. Written and Produced by Khino.