Post by Nyarlath on Nov 30, 2010 23:19:20 GMT -5
... thump... thump...
"Clear!"
KRZK!
Thud! Thud!
"Knock it off!" yelled a very pissed Brian Thorn who slammed the ceiling of his apartment building with his broom handle. Thorn stood and waited, scratching his ass, and then sat back down on his sofa when he was satisfied that there would be no more interruptions.
"Quite a racket they're making." Thorn jumped and turned around, seeing a Mecha standing behind him. Well, not really. This version was about seven feet tall, so it was more like a power armor, though the faceplate was lifted to reveal Thorn's face.
"I got them to stop," Thorn said, sitting back down to his chips and soda. He grabbed the remote and soon after his television flickered to life. It was time for his favorite show and he didn't want to miss it.
Suddenly he realized he was being impolite and cranked his head to face his guest. "Come on, I've got plenty," he said as he raised the bowl of chips. He then got comfy on his couch and started watching the show.
Thorn was disappointed that what was on television was not his regular programming, but was instead being replaced by some medical drama. Doctors and nurses scurried about some patient who seemed to be in critical condition. They were doing everything they could for him, but it seemed as none of it was working.
Two women were arguing furiously with another doctor and a man in a business suit. A gorgeous young blonde and a stunning middle aged Spanish woman seemed to be fighting to move the patient to another facility, but the lead doctor and the hospital legal representative could not let that happen. Both were trying desperately to keep their composure.
"This is why I hate medical drama's," Thorn said to Mecha Thorn, who decided to stand. "They're all so unreal. Really, lady? You're telling these guys you have a better facility and better equipment? Right." Thorn scoffed and shoved some chips in his face, then glugged on some soda.
He decided to flip through the rest of the channels, but for some reason they were all showing the same thing. Once Thorn decided that this new medical drama was too big a deal for television, he turned his off. Really, there was no reason to play it on every station.
"I guess I could pop in a movie," Thorn said. "I've got every major action movie made in the last 15 years, but they're all rip offs and star the same guy." He shows the Mech a movie called "Star Journey" that's a clear ripoff of "Star Trek" starring Brian Thorn as Captain Kirruk.
Mecha Thorn did not look impressed. "Got something against Science Fiction?" Thorn asked jokingly, but then put the movie away when the machine said nothing. "You don't talk much, do you?" No response. "Well if you have any suggestions, let me know."
... thump... thump...
"Doctor, we're losing heartbeat and brain activity-"
"He's fading!"
"Come on, people, pull it together. I need..."
THUD THUD!!
"I said knock it off!" Despite Thorn's protest and smacks against the ceiling he couldn't seem to get his upstairs neighbors to keep the noise down. Finally he gave up and sat back down, shaking his head. "That show isn't even that good!"
Frenzied by the noise Thorn finally had enough and yelled allowed as he threw his snacks at the television screen. He scoffed at the horrid acting of the medical drama and vowed to silence his upstairs neighbors once and for all. Thorn opened the window the the fire escape and started climbing, but strangely it was a ladder, not stairs.
"I've had enough!" Thorn yelled with a gleam in his eye. "These people are going to find out not to mess with me!"
"Why are you doing this?" Behind the ladder climbing Thorn was Mecha Thorn, flying in pace with his counterpart.
Thorn's eyes narrowed. "Well if you'd have told me you could fly we'd be there already."
"You didn't answer my question."
"That noise! Don't you hear it?"
"You mean to tell me you don't know what's going on?" Mecha Thorn's face seemed slightly confused.
"Oh I know all right," Thorn said with a violent grin. "These neighbors of mine are going to get a piece of my mind, is what!"
Grasping a rung of the ladder with one hand Thorn slung up the window with the other, and then climbed in as quickly as he could. When he stood to face his neighbors Mecha Thorn, who somehow made it in before him, was blocking his way. "Would you move?"
"I suppose this is why you built me."
"You're robotic and crazy," Thorn said before shoving his way past the mecha. When he pushed his way through the doors Thorn was amazed to see the television drama playing out before his eyes as if he was inside the television. Doctors and nurses scurried around a broken patient, while others argued about his condition.
As he walked around to investigate Thorn noticed that none of them were acting like they noticed him. It seemed to him that they were very dedicated to their craft, and were on a continuous take to boot. Maybe this show was worth watching. "How did I get on set?"
"On set? You mean you still haven't noticed?"
A nurse moved ever so slightly and Thorn thought he caught a very interesting glimpse of the patient. He tried to maneuver himself to be sure, but all of the doctors and nurses were blocking his way. Thorn jumped and tried to look over them, but he just couldn't manage to see. When he screamed for them to move they didn't.
"What are they hiding from me?" he asked the Mecha quite anxiously.
"Nothing you're not hiding from yourself."
"What do you mean?"
"If you really wanted to see," Mecha Thorn explained, "you'd have done so by now."
Thorn glanced at the wall of medical technicians blocking his view, then back at his counterpart. "But I do want to see."
"Well that certainly makes my job easier." Thorn's perplexed look told the Mecha he didn't understand, so the bot decided to keep things simple. "Move one aside."
Slowly Thorn walked to the technicians as they scurried about the patient. He kept hearing things about it being "too late" and doctors telling each other "it's over." A nurse stared at the screen that displayed the patients life signs, her look towards the doctor indicating that the reading was not favorable.
Thorn pushed one of the staff aside and was terrified to find out that the patient they were all trying to save was himself. Brian Thorn lay on the table with various cords and needles and medical whatnots hooked into him. Thorn looked down at himself, and then at the screens which showed no life. One of the doctor's called the time of death, and with their heads held low they all started to leave.
"No!" Thorn shouted at them. "I'm not dead! Don't leave me!"
Suddenly a rush of noise filled his ears, the sound of his own words echoing and growing louder each time. It sent him to his knees paralyzed with pain. "What is this?"
"Part of me, I believe," Mecha Thorn answered, somehow audible over all of this.
Thorn screamed in pain. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I am not a machine, but a device. A device created by you, Brian Thorn, to keep you alive in times like this." Mecha Thorn could only read pain on his counterparts face, but imagined he was confused. "You are the regressed consciousness of the man lying on the table, and I am the device he created using self-hypnosis and mental conditioning. I am here to make sure you succeed."
"I can't, I can't. It's too loud, it hurts too much!"
"Then you have failed," the Mecha said somberly, "and we will die."
Thorn collapsed.
The Mech powered down.
Everything went silent.
Everything went dark.
...
...
... thump, thump...
beeeeeep........
"Doctor!"
"What the hell?"
"Lifesigns!"
thump, thump.... thump, thump...
beep... beep... beep... beep...
Emily could not believe what she was seeing, the machines were indicating life. She motioned to Sophia and the two of them watched as surprised doctors and nurses went back to work. Neither were certain if anything they were doing was actually helping, but their patient was back.
Pulse, heart rate and breathing were all strong, yet baffling to everyone involved. What caught them off guard even more was the hand gesture, a thumbs up. Not only was he alive, but he was conscious. Brian Thorn was determined to stay alive and, apparently, pulled himself out of death's clutches.
***
Of course in his weakened state he needed constant medical care, but the constitution of the one and only Brian Thorn was proving to be all it was cracked up to be. Within a day he was active again, and after two the hospital let him leave, so long as he was under the supervision of the medical team back at the compound. Even though he insisted he could walk, he was told to stay in a wheelchair for the next few days.
But that wouldn't keep him from seeing her. When Emily Ward pushed the wheelchair closer to the mech Thorn could clearly see it was in terrible shape. Crews had been working around the clock to repair the external and internal damage, to replace broken parts, and, hopefully to put this machine back together.
He watched for as long as they allowed. Thorn vowed that once his strength was back he'd help with the repairs, in any way that he could. Whatever was said to him before he woke up, he knew one thing for certain. That hypnotic device was not of his own creation.
He would not allow whatever saved him to die.
"Clear!"
KRZK!
Thud! Thud!
"Knock it off!" yelled a very pissed Brian Thorn who slammed the ceiling of his apartment building with his broom handle. Thorn stood and waited, scratching his ass, and then sat back down on his sofa when he was satisfied that there would be no more interruptions.
"Quite a racket they're making." Thorn jumped and turned around, seeing a Mecha standing behind him. Well, not really. This version was about seven feet tall, so it was more like a power armor, though the faceplate was lifted to reveal Thorn's face.
"I got them to stop," Thorn said, sitting back down to his chips and soda. He grabbed the remote and soon after his television flickered to life. It was time for his favorite show and he didn't want to miss it.
Suddenly he realized he was being impolite and cranked his head to face his guest. "Come on, I've got plenty," he said as he raised the bowl of chips. He then got comfy on his couch and started watching the show.
Thorn was disappointed that what was on television was not his regular programming, but was instead being replaced by some medical drama. Doctors and nurses scurried about some patient who seemed to be in critical condition. They were doing everything they could for him, but it seemed as none of it was working.
Two women were arguing furiously with another doctor and a man in a business suit. A gorgeous young blonde and a stunning middle aged Spanish woman seemed to be fighting to move the patient to another facility, but the lead doctor and the hospital legal representative could not let that happen. Both were trying desperately to keep their composure.
"This is why I hate medical drama's," Thorn said to Mecha Thorn, who decided to stand. "They're all so unreal. Really, lady? You're telling these guys you have a better facility and better equipment? Right." Thorn scoffed and shoved some chips in his face, then glugged on some soda.
He decided to flip through the rest of the channels, but for some reason they were all showing the same thing. Once Thorn decided that this new medical drama was too big a deal for television, he turned his off. Really, there was no reason to play it on every station.
"I guess I could pop in a movie," Thorn said. "I've got every major action movie made in the last 15 years, but they're all rip offs and star the same guy." He shows the Mech a movie called "Star Journey" that's a clear ripoff of "Star Trek" starring Brian Thorn as Captain Kirruk.
Mecha Thorn did not look impressed. "Got something against Science Fiction?" Thorn asked jokingly, but then put the movie away when the machine said nothing. "You don't talk much, do you?" No response. "Well if you have any suggestions, let me know."
... thump... thump...
"Doctor, we're losing heartbeat and brain activity-"
"He's fading!"
"Come on, people, pull it together. I need..."
THUD THUD!!
"I said knock it off!" Despite Thorn's protest and smacks against the ceiling he couldn't seem to get his upstairs neighbors to keep the noise down. Finally he gave up and sat back down, shaking his head. "That show isn't even that good!"
Frenzied by the noise Thorn finally had enough and yelled allowed as he threw his snacks at the television screen. He scoffed at the horrid acting of the medical drama and vowed to silence his upstairs neighbors once and for all. Thorn opened the window the the fire escape and started climbing, but strangely it was a ladder, not stairs.
"I've had enough!" Thorn yelled with a gleam in his eye. "These people are going to find out not to mess with me!"
"Why are you doing this?" Behind the ladder climbing Thorn was Mecha Thorn, flying in pace with his counterpart.
Thorn's eyes narrowed. "Well if you'd have told me you could fly we'd be there already."
"You didn't answer my question."
"That noise! Don't you hear it?"
"You mean to tell me you don't know what's going on?" Mecha Thorn's face seemed slightly confused.
"Oh I know all right," Thorn said with a violent grin. "These neighbors of mine are going to get a piece of my mind, is what!"
Grasping a rung of the ladder with one hand Thorn slung up the window with the other, and then climbed in as quickly as he could. When he stood to face his neighbors Mecha Thorn, who somehow made it in before him, was blocking his way. "Would you move?"
"I suppose this is why you built me."
"You're robotic and crazy," Thorn said before shoving his way past the mecha. When he pushed his way through the doors Thorn was amazed to see the television drama playing out before his eyes as if he was inside the television. Doctors and nurses scurried around a broken patient, while others argued about his condition.
As he walked around to investigate Thorn noticed that none of them were acting like they noticed him. It seemed to him that they were very dedicated to their craft, and were on a continuous take to boot. Maybe this show was worth watching. "How did I get on set?"
"On set? You mean you still haven't noticed?"
A nurse moved ever so slightly and Thorn thought he caught a very interesting glimpse of the patient. He tried to maneuver himself to be sure, but all of the doctors and nurses were blocking his way. Thorn jumped and tried to look over them, but he just couldn't manage to see. When he screamed for them to move they didn't.
"What are they hiding from me?" he asked the Mecha quite anxiously.
"Nothing you're not hiding from yourself."
"What do you mean?"
"If you really wanted to see," Mecha Thorn explained, "you'd have done so by now."
Thorn glanced at the wall of medical technicians blocking his view, then back at his counterpart. "But I do want to see."
"Well that certainly makes my job easier." Thorn's perplexed look told the Mecha he didn't understand, so the bot decided to keep things simple. "Move one aside."
Slowly Thorn walked to the technicians as they scurried about the patient. He kept hearing things about it being "too late" and doctors telling each other "it's over." A nurse stared at the screen that displayed the patients life signs, her look towards the doctor indicating that the reading was not favorable.
Thorn pushed one of the staff aside and was terrified to find out that the patient they were all trying to save was himself. Brian Thorn lay on the table with various cords and needles and medical whatnots hooked into him. Thorn looked down at himself, and then at the screens which showed no life. One of the doctor's called the time of death, and with their heads held low they all started to leave.
"No!" Thorn shouted at them. "I'm not dead! Don't leave me!"
Suddenly a rush of noise filled his ears, the sound of his own words echoing and growing louder each time. It sent him to his knees paralyzed with pain. "What is this?"
"Part of me, I believe," Mecha Thorn answered, somehow audible over all of this.
Thorn screamed in pain. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I am not a machine, but a device. A device created by you, Brian Thorn, to keep you alive in times like this." Mecha Thorn could only read pain on his counterparts face, but imagined he was confused. "You are the regressed consciousness of the man lying on the table, and I am the device he created using self-hypnosis and mental conditioning. I am here to make sure you succeed."
"I can't, I can't. It's too loud, it hurts too much!"
"Then you have failed," the Mecha said somberly, "and we will die."
Thorn collapsed.
The Mech powered down.
Everything went silent.
Everything went dark.
...
...
... thump, thump...
beeeeeep........
"Doctor!"
"What the hell?"
"Lifesigns!"
thump, thump.... thump, thump...
beep... beep... beep... beep...
Emily could not believe what she was seeing, the machines were indicating life. She motioned to Sophia and the two of them watched as surprised doctors and nurses went back to work. Neither were certain if anything they were doing was actually helping, but their patient was back.
Pulse, heart rate and breathing were all strong, yet baffling to everyone involved. What caught them off guard even more was the hand gesture, a thumbs up. Not only was he alive, but he was conscious. Brian Thorn was determined to stay alive and, apparently, pulled himself out of death's clutches.
***
Of course in his weakened state he needed constant medical care, but the constitution of the one and only Brian Thorn was proving to be all it was cracked up to be. Within a day he was active again, and after two the hospital let him leave, so long as he was under the supervision of the medical team back at the compound. Even though he insisted he could walk, he was told to stay in a wheelchair for the next few days.
But that wouldn't keep him from seeing her. When Emily Ward pushed the wheelchair closer to the mech Thorn could clearly see it was in terrible shape. Crews had been working around the clock to repair the external and internal damage, to replace broken parts, and, hopefully to put this machine back together.
He watched for as long as they allowed. Thorn vowed that once his strength was back he'd help with the repairs, in any way that he could. Whatever was said to him before he woke up, he knew one thing for certain. That hypnotic device was not of his own creation.
He would not allow whatever saved him to die.