Thursday, December 9, 2010

The Keeper

In recent weeks, Adagio and I have taken on a strange task - we are keeping a female hybrid at our home and aiding in her rehabilitation from drug abuse and addiction. Due to the extreme nature of her addiction however, we've been made to take drastic actions. For example, she wears a collar which not only serves as a tracker and shocker when she's unruly; it's also linked to an invisible fence covering the door and windows. She can't technically leave the apartment.


It's strange having a hybrid in the apartment that's more or less dependent on us to tend to her, especially since she didn't ask for it. A former experiment  forcing another former experiment to quit drugs use under extreme pressure. I could almost chuckle. It took a few long discussions with Adagio to sort out exactly what may happen.


More than one weird thing has occurred now that I think about it. The catwalkers are on their hissy fit cycle again, swearing up and down to shoot first and shoot again at anything near their "territory." The actual den of the catwalkers in technically the roof of the same building Ashagi is based in. They've extended this to include the catwalks weaving around the city and it seems like every roof and ledge in Midian is suddenly theirs... despite the fact other hybrids are perfectly capable of climbing and trekking along those same locations. 

A meeting with Violet
A catwalker I spoke with claimed that Pack does the same with the ruins but I pointed out that we only get picky when it's our border. We don't shoot a person for being on the ruined soil; when they happen to be on our den's roof...ehhh different story. Perhaps I'm speaking for myself? Are other Pack members proclaiming otherwise? Considering how we treat the ruined soil as being something sacred, I would not be surprised.

The worse part is that the Pack's grown as of late by a few too many little mouths.

It's Pack Daycare!

Jakal

 Raven, Shiro, and Fluffy appear to have become magnets for lost young hybrids in the city. Counting Song and her little sister Sierra, Chan, Kestal, Kuro, Arwen, Claire, the new one Jakal, and another unnamed dog hybrid...that's a lot of young ones under eighteen. I'm sure they will like it here or be traumatized for life, but it poses a worry for me. How do we protect this many young pups from the crossfire with the catwalkers lacking the ability to tell armed adult from wandering child? Anyone smelling of the ruins and the Pack den is pretty much deeded with the shoot to kill sticker.
Adagio's been bugging me to get a datajack, mostly I think so she has access to my mind like she did when she was still human. My true issue was her discovering this Raven persona in my head.

do not mix with me with that woman!

I wasn't!

it's plain unpure!
why should I have to play host to a bunch of wires?!

I've never seen you so flustered. You wouldn't even shut up while we talking about it.

and you clearly had no interest in listening to God given reason!

In any case I settled for an internal datajack. I can't broadcast or download data via an actual plug like Adagio has. I can only communicate with Adagio herself and E.D.E.N. our A.I.


Already I feel headaches but I suspect it's more my body not knowing what to do about the sudden array of metal on my brain.

 even your body refuses the man-made chip.
do you care about your humanity that little?!

You're still going on about that?!

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