Sonata

=><= <img alt="cover" src="images/reg/cover.png"/> #SONATA *An Interactive Narrative* By: GlossandGlamour Version: 0.5e Got questions, feedback, or bugs to report? The author is best found on the Torean Discord, by (link: "clicking here.")[(goto-url: 'https://discord.gg/Y9TPgZg')] (colour: orange)[The tip-jar Patreon for all my games can be found by] (link: "clicking here.")[(goto-url: 'https://www.patreon.com/GlossandGlamour')] Like the game? My database of games can be found by (link: "clicking here.")[(goto-url: 'https://iconoclast.neocities.org/')] ========== [[Start->InitPage]] ========== [[Load->LoadPage]] ==========

<img alt="turntable" src="images/reg/turntable.gif"/> *In silence there is cruelty.* It was happening as it always did, before deployment. The bastion was at full alert, hundreds of people running about, preparing and double-checking, drawing out plans and outlining contingencies. Forward deployment of secondary units, flyover scans of likely engagement zones, evacuating civilians. So much-- and they excluded you from all of it. All they needed from you, all you were capable of after the initial neural flashing, was isolation. So you sat in your cell, hearing it all fade away, replaced by a quiet so cruel and complete it never failed to terrify. It wouldn't be long now. (set: $ArouHide to true)(set: $Arou to 5)(set: $ArmorHide to true)(set: $Armor to 3)(set: $StaminaHide to true)(set: $Stamina to 3)(set: $Suited to false)(set: $SaveName to "None")(set: $MoneyHide to true)(set: $Money to 0)(set: $Artemis to "(color: blue)[Artemis]")(set: $Handler to "(color: blue)[Handler]")(set: $Leashed to false)(set: $Gagged to false)(set: $Blindfold to false)(set: $Strike to 0)(set: $Strike2 to 0)(set: $Zero to "(color: cyan)[00]")(set: $Two to "(color: red)[02]")(set: $Five to "(color: red + white)[05]")(set: $SubCheck1 to 0)(set: $SubCheck2 to 0)(set: $SubCheck3 to 0)(set: $A0 to "(color: cyan)[Aria-00]")(set: $A2 to "(color: red)[Aria-02]")(set: $Con to 0)(set: $Obe to 0)(set: $Shocker to 0)(set: $ID to false)(set: $A5 to "(color: red + white)[Aria-05]")(set: $Battle2Fate to 0)(set: $PoolDream to false)(set: $FightDream to false)(set: $WindowDream to false)(set: $One to "(color: #2c5dfa)[01-P]")(set: $Flash to 0)(set: $Thief to 0)(set: $MetVera to false)(set: $Athena to "(color: yellow)[Athena]")(set: $Seven to "(color: #FFD700)[07-T]")(set: $Chem to false) [[You blink.->Intro1]]

(append: ?SideBar)[\ ========== (font: "Courier New")[Wetware (color: cyan)[00] Monitoring (if: $ArouHide is false)[(border: "solid")+(corner-radius:3)[San: { (if: $Arou < 1)[(color: red + white)[☒ ☒ ☒ ☒ ☒]] (if: $Arou is 1)[(color: yellow)[☐](color: red + white)[ ☒ ☒ ☒ ☒]] (if: $Arou is 2)[(color: yellow)[☐ ☐](color: red + white)[ ☒ ☒ ☒]] (if: $Arou is 3)[(color: yellow)[☐ ☐ ☐](color: red + white)[ ☒ ☒]] (if: $Arou is 4)[(color: yellow)[☐ ☐ ☐ ☐](color: red + white)[ ☒]] (if: $Arou is 5)[(color: yellow)[☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐]] (if: $Arou is 6)[(color: yellow)[☐ ☐ ☐ ☐](color: purple)[ ☐]] (if: $Arou is 7)[(color: yellow)[☐ ☐ ☐](color: purple)[ ☐ ☐]] }]] (if: $ArmorHide is false)[(if: $Suited is true)[(border: "solid")+(corner-radius:3)[Armor: { (if: $Armor < 1)[(color: blue)[☒ ☒ ☒]] (if: $Armor is 1)[(color: grey)[☐](color: red)[ ☒ ☒]] (if: $Armor is 2)[(color: grey)[☐ ☐](color: red)[ ☒]] (if: $Armor is 3)[(color: grey)[☐ ☐ ☐]]}]](else:)[Armor: (color: grey)[Unarmored]]] (if: $StaminaHide is false)[(border: "solid")+(corner-radius:3)[Stam: { (if: $Stamina < 1)[(color: blue)[☒ ☒ ☒]] (if: $Stamina is 1)[(color: green)[☐](color: blue)[ ☒ ☒]] (if: $Stamina is 2)[(color: green)[☐ ☐](color: blue)[ ☒]] (if: $Stamina is 3)[(color: green)[☐ ☐ ☐]]}]] (if: $MoneyHide is false)[Cash: (color: green)[$Money]] --- (if: $ID is true)[(display: "IDHUB")] (if: $Leashed is true)[Leashed] (if: $Blindfold is true)[Blinded] (if: $Gagged is true)[Gagged] (if: $Suited is true)[(color: red)[Installed]] --- [[Save Game->SavePage]] [[Restart/Load->RestartPage]] {(if: $Arou < 0)[(set: $Arou to 0)] (if: $Armor < 0)[(set: $Armor to 0)] (if: $Stamina < 0)[(set: $Stamina to 0)]} ]]

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(set: $ArouHide to false)(set: $Arou to 7) [[Test3]]

(set: $Arou to 6) [[Test4]]

It was hard to focus, almost impossible, but you do. Training saw to that, years of repetition that broke through the static your mind was slipping into. You couldn't manage much like this, not without your (color: blue)[Handler], but you had to keep yourself present. To drift entirely into the yawning maw of silence could undo you completely. So you forced yourself to blink again, shifting slightly, looking around. All you had to do was keep yourself here, until (color: blue)[she] came for you. (set: $Strike to 0) [[Look around the room.->ExamRoom]] [[Look at the record player.->ExamRec]] [[Look down at yourself.->ExamSelf]]

<img alt="cell" src="images/set/cell.png"/> The isolation cell was small, not intended for habitation-- merely containing you between mental flashing and deployment. Usually that meant perhaps an hour of confinement, but occasionally circumstances stretched things much longer. Either way, there was no handle on this side of the door-- you could not leave until retrieved. The imprint of that sealed door was obvious, but around it a series of rectangular blocks formed the padded walls, floor, and ceiling of the rest of the cell. Constructed from shiny grey material, the only break in the padding came from the window before which you sat. It let in light, tinted blue and seemingly natural, but you knew better. It looked out into the hotlab used to prepare wetware, though the glass was one-way-- anyone could look in, but you could only see the vaguest of blurry shapes. Beyond that, there was only the record player atop a shelf that jutted from the wall, and the raised block of padding you sat upon. Altogether? Austere. Calming. Utterly frustrating. (set: $Strike to it + 1) [[Look at the record player.->ExamRec]] [[Look down at yourself.->ExamSelf]] (if: $Strike > 2)[[[Finally, the silence breaks...->MeetHand]]]

<img alt="turntable" src="images/reg/turntable.gif"/> You turned your head slightly, glancing at the white record atop the white player, spinning silently. Or was it truly? When they had first put you in here, it had been loud enough to be bothersome, a discordant tune playing that rang in your head and seemed intent to shake your very bones. The technicians hadn't seemed bothered, but they weren't like you. But it had faded, not towards harmony, but into simple... nothingness. You could see the armature bumping along somewhere about halfway across the vinyl, it was still playing, but you simply couldn't hear it anymore. First the mental flash, then *this*. They called it attenuation. As soon as you could no longer hear it, that meant you were ready. (set: $Strike to it + 1) [[Look around the room.->ExamRoom]] [[Look down at yourself.->ExamSelf]] (if: $Strike > 2)[[[Finally, the silence breaks...->MeetHand]]]

<img alt="cellp1" src="images/player/cellp1.jpg"/> You look down at the glossy lines of your *wetsuit.* Each of your kind wore one, a skintight ensemble that ran from mid-throat to the tips of your toes, unbroken and fully sealed. It was slick to the touch, your wetsuit, semi-pliable and formed from a reflective material that caught the cell's blue-tinted light, sending it in waves down your tight body. Each wetsuit was unique, the design matched to the Instrument to which you were assigned. Yours is primarily white, offset by streaks of blue-black that formed dark marks along your flanks, beneath your arms, and on the heels of your boots. Several other points, notably the bangs that crossed your shoulders and at your hands stood out with a bright orange, while the text that was printed across your body in several places varied between the two. (color: orange)[WETWARE] across your chest. (color: cyan)[00] just below, different color but same font. (color: orange)[*Property of BDF8*] along your left collarbone, in small print. (color: cyan)[00] printed again, large across your right upper thigh, covering the entire front. (color: orange)[DANGER: WETWARE] across your back. Most of those you remembered, of course, from periods of wearing the uniform while more lucid. With a deployment so close, with your mental flash already applied, it could be difficult to read static text like that. Synced to your Instrument you could input a thousand lines a second, but stuck in that between state as you were now... everything was difficult. (set: $Strike to it + 1) [[Look around the room.->ExamRoom]] [[Look at the record player.->ExamRec]] (if: $Strike > 2)[[[Finally, the silence breaks...->MeetHand]]]

<img alt="cellp2" src="images/player/cellp2.png"/> A buzz, sharp and harsh, draws your attention upward-- to the indicator light just above the cell door. It flashed (color: blue)[blue], bright enough to cause you to wince, before a synthetic voice filled the padded cell. "(color: blue)[Wetware $Zero-- your mental baselines have been sufficiently suppressed. Deployment is imminent. Prepare for restraint variation one.]" You knew what that meant, what was expected of you. Humans could live a hundred years, if they were lucky. Shielded by the twin walls and fortifications the city manned around the clock, they pursued their dreams, built wonders, crafted artwork in a world gone mad. All the while protected by things like *you.* Wetware. You are nineteen, fully commissioned and registered as Wetware for about a year now. If not lost in combat you would be operational for perhaps a decade-- at most-- followed by decommissioning and retirement, and few left their Instruments behind with minds intact. Your training had been long, arduous, and was still ongoing. But *restraint* was familiar to you. Your wetsuit provided for various configurations, variation one being the simplest. Arms back behind you, wrists together. All you had to do was comply. (set: $Strike to 0) [[Stand and take the demanded position.->Comply]] [[Remain seated. No!->Resist]]

You stood, the wedge heels of your suit's integrated footwear pushing you up onto your toes. It took only a step to reach the center of the room, facing the door, where you slipped your gloved hands behind your back. As soon as they reached just the right position they snapped together, wrist-to-wrist, with a suddenness that took you almost by surprise. Mag-locks, one of several pairs scattered across you, intended for just this sort of use. The voice returned moments later. "(color: blue)[Wetware $Zero, kneel.]" [[Resist, remain standing.->Resist2]] [[Struggle against your wrist restraints.->Struggle]] [[Kneel.->Kneel]]

Stubbornly, you remained where you were. It was hard to determine why, through the static of your mind. Were you tired? No, that didn't seem right. Embarrassed? They had worked to ensure you did not feel that much. Angry? Angry at being treated like this, of being mere *wetware* of being subjected to all manner of-- *The pain overtook you suddenly, sharp and pure.* With your wetsuit as tight as it was, it was hard to tell where it came from exactly, but that only made the sensation all the more consuming. It **hurt**, arcing through your synapses as readily as it coursed through your nerves, leaving you panting and quivering. "(color: blue)[Your purpose is to obey, $Zero.]" Of course it was. You *knew* that, as you scrambled to your feet. You did not want to get shocked again. (set: $Strike to it + 1)(set: $Sub to it + 1)(set: $Shocker to it + 1) [[Take the position.->Comply]]

Despite your training, you defied the voice. (if: $Strike is 1)[For the second time you resisted, and paid for it immediately. This second shock is stronger than the first, the tensing of every muscle your wetsuit covered almost enough to nearly cut the strength of your legs out from underneath you. *Almost.* When it ceased, you still needed to make the effort, to comply and obey. "(color: blue)[Kneel.]"](else:)[Stubbornly, you remained where you were. It was hard to determine why, through the static of your mind. Were you tired? No, that didn't seem right. Embarrassed? They had worked to ensure you did not feel that much. Angry? Angry at being treated like this, of being mere *wetware* of being subjected to all manner of-- *The pain overtook you suddenly, sharp and pure.* With your wetsuit as tight as it was, it was hard to tell where it came from exactly, but that only made the sensation all the more consuming. It **hurt**, arcing through your synapses as readily as it coursed through your nerves, leaving you panting and quivering. "(color: blue)[Your purpose is to obey, $Zero.]" Of course it was. You *knew* that.] (set: $Strike to it + 1)(set: $Sub to it + 1)(set: $Shocker to it + 1) [[All you could do was obey.->Kneel]]

You tug at your wrists, trying to pull them apart, to free yourself from the restriction. They hold fast, with a mechanical precision that only underlined just how fruitless this effort would be. Yet it is not that realization that prompts you to change tact, but the *shock.* (if: $Strike is 1)[This second shock is stronger than the first, the tensing of every muscle your wetsuit covered almost enough to nearly cut the strength of your legs out from underneath you. *Almost.* When it ceased, you still needed to make the effort, to comply and obey. "(color: blue)[Focus, $Zero.]"](else:)[*The pain overtook you suddenly, sharp and pure.* With your wetsuit as tight as it was, it was hard to tell where it came from exactly, but that only made the sensation all the more consuming. It **hurt**, arcing through your synapses as readily as it coursed through your nerves, leaving you panting and quivering. "(color: blue)[Do not get distracted, $Zero.]" Of course it was. You *knew* that, as you scrambled to comply.] (set: $Strike to it + 1) [[Take the position, kneel.->Kneel]]

<img alt="kneel" src="images/player/kneel.png"/> With a certain mechanical grace, you knelt, one knee than the other finding the padded ground before you spread your legs slightly. With your arms locked behind your back, there was nothing else to do but look forward, with (color: red)[red] eyes that glowed softly in the gloom of your cell. Yet nothing happened. Minutes passed, and the door remained sealed, the voice having gone silent. *Silent.* That realization started to eat at you again as your eyes glanced to the record player, its ghostly tune lost to your ears. Isolation played such tricks with your suppressed mind. [[Remain still.->Still]] [[Test your bindings.->Struggle2]] [[Do literally anything else.->Resist3]]

You had been told to kneel, and that implied you were to wait, so you did. Years of training had made you compliant like that, at least when flashed and suited for action. You were to obey, and serve. That was your purpose. And yet, without anything else to focus on but the door ahead, you were locked in here with your own mind. Already suppressed, primed for syncing, it was susceptible to all sorts of bad things. Some of them mundane: thinking about what your classmates were doing at that moment, of the combat to come, of the mind-rending sync itself. Some of it more... disconcerting. Like that sound, at the edge of your mind, coming not from the record player, or anything else nearby. But it was there, almost... almost a tune. A Song... [[Blank your thoughts, obey.->Still3]] [[Focus on... that song.->HandlerConcern]] [[Test your bindings.->Struggle2]] [[Doing literally anything else.->Resist3]]

Boredom, or perhaps simply the desire to escape that terrible silence, saw your wrists pull at the magnetic bond that kept them together. By twisting your arms and bringing your hands around your side, you could almost get at them, perhaps slip them under your knees? (if: $Strike is 2)[That is how you earned your third shock in such a short time, the pain just as sharp and sudden as it had been before. This time the correction lingers however, words lost to your locked tongue as your body quivered, unable to escape the pain washing across your body. When the wave finally, mercifully, broke you gasp for air and fight back tears. Yet what could you do? They did not even need to be in the same room to punish you, and even before your arms had been bound you could not have removed the wetsuit. All you could do, all you could *ever* do, was submit.](else-if: $Strike is 1)[For the second time you resisted, and paid for it immediately. This second shock is stronger than the first, the tensing of every muscle your wetsuit covered almost enough to nearly cut the strength of your legs out from underneath you. *Almost.* When it ceased, you still needed to make the effort, to comply and obey. "(color: blue)[Still, $Zero.]" What else could you do? They did not even need to be in the same room to punish you, and even before your arms had been bound you could not have removed the wetsuit. All you could do, all you could *ever* do, was submit.](else:)[You were resisting. It was hard to determine why, through the static of your mind. Were you tired? No, that didn't seem right. Embarrassed? They had worked to ensure you did not feel that much. Angry? Angry at being treated like this, of being mere *wetware* of being subjected to all manner of-- *The pain overtook you suddenly, sharp and pure.* With your wetsuit as tight as it was, it was hard to tell where it came from exactly, but that only made the sensation all the more consuming. It **hurt**, arcing through your synapses as readily as it coursed through your nerves, leaving you panting and quivering. "(color: blue)[Your purpose is to obey, $Zero.]" What else could you do? They did not even need to be in the same room to punish you, and even before your arms had been bound you could not have removed the wetsuit. All you could do, all you could *ever* do, was submit.] (set: $Strike to it + 1)(set: $Shocker to it + 1) [[Remain still!->Still]]

You could not wait, like some toy in its box. Not if you had any dignity left, not if you were to escape this awful silence! You had to stand, or pull against your bindings, anything to break out! (if: $Strike is 2)[That is how you earned your third shock in such a short time, the pain just as sharp and sudden as it had been before. This time the correction lingers however, words lost to your locked tongue as your body quivered, unable to escape the pain washing across your body. When the wave finally, mercifully, broke you gasp for air and fight back tears. Yet what could you do? They did not even need to be in the same room to punish you, and even before your arms had been bound you could not have removed the wetsuit. All you could do, all you could *ever* do, was submit.](else-if: $Strike is 1)[For the second time you resisted, and paid for it immediately. This second shock is stronger than the first, the tensing of every muscle your wetsuit covered almost enough to nearly cut the strength of your legs out from underneath you. *Almost.* When it ceased, you still needed to make the effort, to comply and obey. "(color: blue)[Still, $Zero.]" What else could you do? They did not even need to be in the same room to punish you, and even before your arms had been bound you could not have removed the wetsuit. All you could do, all you could *ever* do, was submit.](else:)[You were resisting. It was hard to determine why, through the static of your mind. Were you tired? No, that didn't seem right. Embarrassed? They had worked to ensure you did not feel that much. Angry? Angry at being treated like this, of being mere *wetware* of being subjected to all manner of-- *The pain overtook you suddenly, sharp and pure.* With your wetsuit as tight as it was, it was hard to tell where it came from exactly, but that only made the sensation all the more consuming. It **hurt**, arcing through your synapses as readily as it coursed through your nerves, leaving you panting and quivering. "(color: blue)[Your purpose is to obey, $Zero.]" What else could you do? They did not even need to be in the same room to punish you, and even before your arms had been bound you could not have removed the wetsuit. All you could do, all you could *ever* do, was submit.] (set: $Strike to it + 1)(set: $Sub to it + 1)(set: $Shocker to it + 1) [[Remain still!->Still]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> No! You had been warned about that song, again and again. It was of the enemy, the danger that loomed on the edge of the subconscious when flashed or synced. You were to ignore it, to force it out, to accept the absence of thought as a *good* thing. Anything was better than that song. And so you waited, for a time you could not determine, and passed at least this segment of the test. For the door was finally, blissfully, opening... [[She had arrived!->HandlerEnter]]

You had been warned about that song, again and again. on the edge of the subconscious when flashed or synced. You were to ignore it, to force it out, to accept the absence of thought as a *good* thing. Anything was better than that song. But... but it was so quiet, so silent, and that song... if you just listened to, found the tune, captured that (color: red)[harmony]... "(color: blue)[$Zero!]" <img alt="stand2" src="images/artemis/stand2.png"/> (color: blue)[She] entered your cell, her voice snapping you back to reality. Cloaked in a black trench coat over an equally dark leather jacket, she stood nearly six feet tall, and would have towered over you even if you had not been kneeling. As it was, the contrast between your docile, rubber-coated form against her own imperious stance could not have been more distinct. That was fitting, expected even. You are her wetware, after all, and she is your (color: blue)[Handler].\ "(color: blue)[Focus on me, $Zero. Stay with me here.]" She had introduced herself as Artemis, and you thought of it as a name since being conscripted into the Wetware Program, over the past few years. As your assigned $Handler, she had overseen your training and development, the rigorous tests and neural adaptivity therapies that allowed you to sync with an Instrument. Yet a Handler's duties went further than that, and Artemis was every bit the prototypical example of her role-- she also managed your psychological monitoring, daily schedule, schooling, and every other component of your day-to-day life between missions. And of course there was your post-deployment aftercare... "(color: blue)[I think we are... yes, there you are.]" She spoke the language of your shared people with a distinct lilt, her tone and cadence imprinted on your mind in a way that saw every word burn brightly across your subconscious. The horrifying, encroaching silence you had been contending with since isolation dissolved away in a blink of the eye-- replaced by echoes of her voice, like ripples on a pond, each smooth, rounded wave so utterly soothing. "(color: blue)[Have you been a good girl since I flashed your mind?]" The procedure, done each and every time you were to deploy, was hard to remember. You remembered everything before, but from that point on your memories would be mostly static for about a day or so. Even now, this very moment, would likely slip away after awhile. (set: $Strike to it + 1) [["Y-Yes, Artemis."->YesAnswer]] [["N-No..."->NoAnswer]] [[Remain silent.->QuietAnswer]]

<img alt="stand2" src="images/artemis/stand2.png"/> (color: blue)[She] entered your cell. Cloaked in a black trench coat over an equally dark leather jacket, she stood nearly six feet tall, and would have towered over you even if you had not been kneeling. As it was, the contrast between your docile, rubber-coated form against her own imperious stance could not have been more distinct. That was fitting, expected even. You are her wetware, after all, and she is your (color: blue)[Handler]. She had introduced herself as Artemis, and you thought of it as a name since being conscripted into the Wetware Program, over the past few years. As your assigned $Handler, she had overseen your training and development, the rigorous tests and neural adaptivity therapies that allowed you to sync with an Instrument. Yet a Handler's duties went further than that, and Artemis was every bit the prototypical example of her role-- she also managed your psychological monitoring, daily schedule, schooling, and every other component of your day-to-day life between missions. And of course there was your post-deployment aftercare... "(color: blue)[Good evening, $Zero.]" She spoke the language of your shared people with a distinct lilt, her tone and cadence imprinted on your mind in a way that saw every word burn brightly across your subconscious. The horrifying, encroaching silence you had been contending with since isolation dissolved away in a blink of the eye-- replaced by echoes of her voice, like ripples on a pond, each smooth, rounded wave so utterly soothing. "(color: blue)[Have you been a good girl since I flashed your mind?]" The procedure, done each and every time you were to deploy, was hard to remember. You remembered everything before, but from that point on your memories would be mostly static for about a day or so. Even now, this very moment, would likely slip away after awhile. [["Y-Yes, Artemis."->YesAnswer]] [["N-No..."->NoAnswer]] [[Remain silent.->QuietAnswer]]

(if: $Strike is 0)[<img alt="smile" src="images/artemis/smile.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="lookdown2" src="images/artemis/lookdown2.png"/>] You stumbled over the words, the effort to form them considerable with your mind so recently flashed. You hated feeling so useless, and it would only get worse after deployment. They would put you in a jacket for your own safety, until the sync had faded, and-- (color: blue)[She] *touched* you, gently placing two fingers beneath your chin. By instinct, you looked up for her, meeting her dark gaze. (if: $Strike is 0)[(set: $Obe to it + 1)(color: blue)["You *have* been good. I was watching, commanding."] Of course. The voice you had heard, distorted by the mechanical transfer yet distinct enough to pierce the defenses of your mind nevertheless. (color: blue)["You were perfect. Docile, submissive, obedient. You allowed yourself to be bound, and you did not chase the song. This is good. Handlers often suggest that combative, resistant wetware performs better in combat-- but I will accept your reliable submission, if you continue to provide it.]"](else-if: $Strike > 2)[(set: $Con to it + 1)(color: blue)[You will not lie to me, $Zero. I was watching you, commanding.]" Of course. The voice you had heard, distorted by the mechanical transfer yet distinct enough to pierce the defenses of your mind nevertheless. "(color: blue)[You were resistant every step of the way, and sought the Song you have been forbidden from tempting. Shocking you is a good start, but I will need to consider other methods of correction for you. Nevertheless... Handlers often suggest that combative, resistant wetware performs better in combat-- we shall see how true that is.]"](else:)[(color: blue)[You will not lie to me, $Zero. I was watching you, commanding."] Of course. The voice you had heard, distorted by the mechanical transfer yet distinct enough to pierce the defenses of your mind nevertheless. "(color: blue)[You were not entirely good. Docile, submissive, obedient. But you also were not entirely resistant, or repeatedly seeking the Song from which you have been forbidden. Handlers often suggest that combative, resistant wetware performs better in combat-- but obedient ones are more reliable. We shall have to see how you do today before I draw further conclusions.]"] She smiled, just a bit. "(color: blue)[Your makeup is well done, nevertheless. Of that I can fully approve. You are a beautiful young example of the Wetware Program, and we must underline that fact.]" Her hand left your chin, shifting to your neck. Just above where your suit ended she slipped a finger in, feeling for something hidden beneath, tight against your throat. With your hands bound behind you, her efforts leave you feeling deeply vulnerable. [[Pull back, out of reach.->Resist4]] [[Remain still.->Still4]]

(if: $Strike is 0)[<img alt="smile" src="images/artemis/smile.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="lookdown2" src="images/artemis/lookdown2.png"/>] You stumbled over the words, the effort to form them considerable with your mind so recently flashed. You hated feeling so useless, and it would only get worse after deployment. They would put you in a jacket for your own safety, until the sync had faded, and-- (color: blue)[She] *touched* you, gently placing two fingers beneath your chin. By instinct, you looked up for her, meeting her dark gaze. (if: $Strike is 0)[(set: $Obe to it + 1)(color: blue)["You must not be too hard on yourself. You *have* been good. I was watching, commanding."] Of course. The voice you had heard, distorted by the mechanical transfer yet distinct enough to pierce the defenses of your mind nevertheless. (color: blue)["You were perfect. Docile, submissive, obedient. You allowed yourself to be bound, and you did not chase the song. This is good. Handlers often suggest that combative, resistant wetware performs better in combat-- but I will accept your reliable submission, if you continue to provide it.]"](else-if: $Strike > 2)[(set: $Con to it + 1)(color: blue)[At least you are truthful with me. I was watching you, commanding.]" Of course. The voice you had heard, distorted by the mechanical transfer yet distinct enough to pierce the defenses of your mind nevertheless. "(color: blue)[You were resistant every step of the way, and sought the Song you have been forbidden from tempting. Shocking you is a good start, but I will need to consider other methods of correction for you. Nevertheless... Handlers often suggest that combative, resistant wetware performs better in combat-- we shall see how true that is.]"](else:)[(color: blue)[At least you do not lie to me. I was watching you, commanding."] Of course. The voice you had heard, distorted by the mechanical transfer yet distinct enough to pierce the defenses of your mind nevertheless. "(color: blue)[You were not entirely good. Docile, submissive, obedient. But you also were not entirely resistant, or repeatedly seeking the Song from which you have been forbidden. Handlers often suggest that combative, resistant wetware performs better in combat-- but obedient ones are more reliable. We shall have to see how you do today before I draw further conclusions.]"] She smiled, just a bit. "(color: blue)[Your makeup is well done, nevertheless. Of that I can fully approve. You are a beautiful young example of the Wetware Program, and we must underline that fact.]" Her hand left your chin, shifting to your neck. Just above where your suit ended she slipped a finger in, feeling for something hidden beneath, tight against your throat. With your hands bound behind you, her efforts leave you feeling deeply vulnerable. [[Pull back, out of reach.->Resist4]] [[Remain still.->Still4]]

(if: $Strike is 0)[<img alt="smile" src="images/artemis/smile.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="lookdown2" src="images/artemis/lookdown2.png"/>] You could have stumbled over your words, stuttering, but instead you hold your tongue. You hated feeling so useless, and it would only get worse after deployment. They would put you in a jacket for your own safety, until the sync had faded, and-- (color: blue)[She] *touched* you, gently placing two fingers beneath your chin. By instinct, you looked up for her, meeting her dark gaze. (if: $Strike is 0)[(set: $Obe to it + 1)(color: blue)["You must not be too hard on yourself. You *have* been good. I was watching, commanding."] Of course. The voice you had heard, distorted by the mechanical transfer yet distinct enough to pierce the defenses of your mind nevertheless. (color: blue)["You were perfect. Docile, submissive, obedient. You allowed yourself to be bound, and you did not chase the song. This is good. Handlers often suggest that combative, resistant wetware performs better in combat-- but I will accept your reliable submission, if you continue to provide it.]"](else-if: $Strike > 2)[(set: $Con to it + 1)(color: blue)[I shall take that as silent contrition. I was watching you, commanding.]" Of course. The voice you had heard, distorted by the mechanical transfer yet distinct enough to pierce the defenses of your mind nevertheless. "(color: blue)[You were resistant every step of the way, and sought the Song you have been forbidden from tempting. Shocking you is a good start, but I will need to consider other methods of correction for you. Nevertheless... Handlers often suggest that combative, resistant wetware performs better in combat-- we shall see how true that is.]"](else:)[(color: blue)[I will take that as silent contrition. I was watching you, commanding."] Of course. The voice you had heard, distorted by the mechanical transfer yet distinct enough to pierce the defenses of your mind nevertheless. "(color: blue)[You were not entirely good. Docile, submissive, obedient. But you also were not entirely resistant, or repeatedly seeking the Song from which you have been forbidden. Handlers often suggest that combative, resistant wetware performs better in combat-- but obedient ones are more reliable. We shall have to see how you do today before I draw further conclusions.]"] She smiled, just a bit. "(color: blue)[Your makeup is well done, nevertheless. Of that I can fully approve. You are a beautiful young example of the Wetware Program, and we must underline that fact.]" Her hand left your chin, shifting to your neck. Just above where your suit ended she slipped a finger in, feeling for something hidden beneath, tight against your throat. With your hands bound behind you, her efforts leave you feeling deeply vulnerable. [[Pull back, out of reach.->Resist4]] [[Remain still.->Still4]]

<img alt="choker" src="images/gear/choker.jpg"/> At the first hint of movement on your part, she bent over further, placing her other hand firmly on your shoulder. Those dark eyes bored down on you. "(color: blue)[Do not test me further, $Zero. I almost-- ah, there.]" At her touch, the subtle glow of your eyes brightened slightly. She had made contact with the monitoring choker you wore at all times, even outside of the wetsuit. They had never explained all that it did, but you had examined it enough in the mirror to picture it-- a band of shimmering iridescence across which micro-circuitry was embedded. A small plate was bolted to the front, which read: =><= (color: purple)[WETWARE $Zero Property of BAA] <== It monitored your biometrics and location at all times, you knew that at least. And at your $Handler's touch it granted you access, syncing with your ocular improvements to project a small UI across your vision. (color: green)[Stamina Tracking Activated!] Nearly two dozen different programs updated and announced their runtimes starting, but it was only the Stamina Tracking that lingered, its rough approximation of your physical status a constant glow at the edge of your vision. "(color: blue)[Well slept and ready, good. Today's mission will be something of an endurance test. Escort duty. Expectations of direct combat are low, but I will give a full briefing once you're installed. Which is our next step.]" From inside her trenchcoat, $Artemis produced a length of silvery chain. "(color: blue)[Do you feel you need your leash, $Zero? Few take to a mind flash, after all.]" (set: $StaminaHide to false) [[Nod, and request the leash.->YesLeash]] [[Shake your head no, you don't need it.->NoLeash]] [["You would know best, Handler."->LetHandlerLeash]]

<img alt="choker" src="images/gear/choker.jpg"/> You embrace the vulnerability, allowing your $Handler to work unimpeded. That earns another slight smile. "(color: blue)[Good girl. I almost-- ah, there.]" At her touch, the subtle glow of your eyes brightened slightly. She had made contact with the monitoring choker you wore at all times, even outside of the wetsuit. They had never explained all that it did, but you had examined it enough in the mirror to picture it-- a band of shimmering iridescence across which micro-circuitry was embedded. A small plate was bolted to the front, which read: =><= (color: purple)[WETWARE $Zero Property of BAA] <== It monitored your biometrics and location at all times, you knew that at least. And at your $Handler's touch it granted you access, syncing with your ocular improvements to project a small UI across your vision. (color: green)[Stamina Tracking Activated!] Nearly two dozen different programs updated and announced their runtimes starting, but it was only the Stamina Tracking that lingered, its rough approximation of your physical status a constant glow at the edge of your vision. "(color: blue)[Well slept and ready, good. Today's mission will be something of an endurance test. Escort duty. Expectations of direct combat are low, but I will give a full briefing once you're installed. Which is our next step.]" From inside her trenchcoat, $Artemis produced a length of silvery chain. "(color: blue)[Do you feel you need your leash, $Zero? Few take to a mind flash, after all.]" (set: $StaminaHide to false) [[Nod, and request the leash.->YesLeash]] [[Shake your head no, you don't need it.->NoLeash]] [["You would know best, Handler."->LetHandlerLeash]]

Your wetsuit's neck portion was hardened more than most of the other components, and had a smooth metallic section intended for just such use. As soon as your $Handler pressed the end of the chain to it, the metal snapped into place, held by a strong magnet. "(color: blue)[It is good that you know your limits, $Zero. Or perhaps you simply like to be on your leash?]" She gave you no opportunity to answer, but tugged on it gently, an indication that you were to rise. Doing so took a bit of effort without your arms to provide balance but you manage, eager to leave the cell. (set: $Leashed to true)(set: $Obe to it + 1) [[And leave you do, out through the cell door.->LeaveCell]]

Your wetsuit's neck portion was hardened more than most of the other components, and had a smooth metallic section intended for a leash to be magnetically attached. With your refusal, however, she returns the length of chain to her coat. "(color: blue)[Let us see if that is the right decision, hmm? Stand.]" Complying took a bit of effort without your arms to provide balance but you manage, eager to leave the cell. $Artemis lead the way. (set: $Con to it + 1) [[And leave you do, out through the cell door.->LeaveCell]]

$Artemis considered you for a moment. (set: $Obe to it + 1) "(if: $Strike > 1)[(color: blue)[You've been combative since the flash, I think it would be better to give you a bit of liberty... and see if you can handle it. A good challenge.]" Your wetsuit's neck portion was hardened more than most of the other components, and had a smooth metallic section intended for a leash to be magnetically attached. With her decision, however, $Artemis returns the length of chain to her coat. "(color: blue)[Let us see if that is the right decision, hmm? Stand.]" Complying took a bit of effort without your arms to provide balance but you manage, eager to leave the cell. $Artemis lead the way. ](else:)[(color: blue)[You have been mostly docile today, and I think you would prefer your leash. Besides-- why tempt you with other possibilities?]" Your wetsuit's neck portion was hardened more than most of the other components, and had a smooth metallic section intended for just such use. As soon as your $Handler pressed the end of the chain to it, the metal snapped into place, held by a strong magnet. "(color: blue)[I would think you like being out in public on your leash, hmm?]" She gave you no opportunity to answer, but tugged on it gently, an indication that you were to rise. Doing so took a bit of effort without your arms to provide balance but you manage, eager to leave the cell.(set: $Leashed to true)] [[And leave you do, out through the cell door.->LeaveCell]]

<img alt="celloutside" src="images/set/celloutside.jpg"/> Outside of the isolation cells, you find yourself in a hallway even darker than the cell you had just left-- though that was likely intentional, given the one-way glass that looked into each of them. Four such cells are visible, though two do not have their lights on and look unused for the day, while the other-- $Two-- is already empty. (if: $Leashed is true)[Tugging you along on your leash,](else:)[Leading the way,] Artemis sets a brisk pace towards the elevator at the end of the hall. Stepping in, the entire chamber is bathed in a laser that runs from ceiling to floor in a quick motion. "(color: red)[Wetware $Zero Detected. Please confirm Handler escort.]" The mechanical voice goes unanswered verbally, but $Artemis was ready for that, producing a keycard which she ran through the slot intended for such things directly above the control console. "(color: red)[Handler confirmed. $Zero logged as in transit.]" The elevator hummed to life as soon as $Artemis punched in a destination, her arms crossing (if: $Leashed is true)[in a way that kept your leash taut](else:)[below her chest]. "(color: blue)[You will have difficult remembering, $Zero, but overstimulation is major concern for wetware such as yourself once neural flashed. Thus the isolation as you recovered enough for transport. I will need you to try and contain yourself, as we move through the labs. Can you do that?]" [["Of course I can."->OfCourseTransit]] [["Umm... I don't think so."->DontThinkTransit]]

<img alt="stand1" src="images/artemis/stand1.png"/> Your confidence is met with a chuckle from the taller woman. (if: $Leashed is true)["(color: blue)[Well, on leash... I can ensure you manage either way.]"](else:)["(color: blue)[Well, without a leash... I will intervene if necessary.]"] (set: $Con to it + 1) [[With a ding, the elevator opened.->Hall1]]

<img alt="stand1" src="images/artemis/stand1.png"/> Your lack of confidence is met with a (if: $Leashed is true)[slight pull on your leash, the strict hold somewhat reassuring. "(color: blue)[Well, on leash... I can ensure you manage either way.]"](else:)[chuckle from your $Handler. "(color: blue)[Well, without a leash... I will intervene if necessary.]"] (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[With a ding, the elevator opened.->Hall1]]

<img alt="dresslab" src="images/set/dresslab.jpg"/> As you step out of the elevator, you're struck with on simple thought: **people!** It is a bit difficult, but you remember this place, having spent a period of time here after your mental flash. Yes-- the clean room at the center of the space currently occupied by three men scrubbing the space down with microcleanser was where you had been suited up inside your wetsuit. Had you been... naked, in front of all these scientists? More milled around the edges, working on computers or various other apparent projects. They each wore sterile looking science garb, which made $Artemis' trenchcoat and leather jacket stand out readily... not to mention your wetsuit, intensely skin-tight and so glossy it reflected a dozen different light sources across your feminine curves. Your passage certainly turned heads, the quiet conversations that had been ongoing cutting off, the subtle squeak of chairs twisting to look your way. These people *knew* you, they *knew* what you were, and yet... you were dressed as you were, arms bound, (if: $Leashed is true)[and being led on a leash! It was just... too much to take in, too much to process, to have gone from the silent isolation of your cell to all this attention, and people, and... and... (color: red)[Stamina -1!] (set: $Stamina to it - 1)](else:)[and could only follow along! At least you weren't on a leash, if you had been you suspect it would have been all too much in that moment. As it was, you steadied yourself, taking a deep breath and continuing onward.] You had to keep cool, stay focused! [[Keep your eyes down as you walk.->EyesDown]] [[Just follow your Handler...->FollowHandOnly]] [[Try looking up, counting the lights!->EyesUp]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> Everything was just so... overwhelming. Naturally your eyes drifted downward, long lashes fluttering as you focused upon the floor, the glossy sight of your own feet down below occupying your attention. For a moment it seemed to work, it was simpler this way, until (if: $Leashed is true)[your leash suddenly went taut, pulling you to the side. Looking up sharply, you found $Artemis had maneuvered around a lab station sticking out a bit further than the others. Unable to see it, you had nearby bumped into it, drawing more attention to yourself. More eyes, more focus on your restrained hands, on your suit and curves and...](else:)[you bumped directly into a lab station that stuck out slightly further than the others, sending several test tubes clattering as your eyes snapped up. $Artemis had rounded the obstruction, but with your eyes on the floor, now *everyone* was looking at you. More eyes, more focus on your restrained arms, on your suit and curves and...] (color: red)[Stamina -1](set: $Stamina to it - 1) This was just so hard! You almost wanted to go back to your quiet cell, to be alone and safe, but (if: $Leashed is true)[that leash](else:)[your Handler] pulled you ever onward. Together you exited into a hallway, a thoroughfare through which further lab personnel moved, along with support staff of all sorts. So many people and colors and words you struggled to read... Perhaps it would be best to focus on one thing? [[Focus on the people.->FocusPeople]] [[Focus on the colors.->FocusColors]] [[Focus on the words.->FocusWords]] (if: $Stamina is 1)[[["Ma'am, I'm feeling very... very overwhelmed."->AskBlind]]]

<img alt="stand2" src="images/artemis/stand2.png"/> Everything was just so... overwhelming. Yet if you focused on the floor you were going to bump into something, and if you focused on the lights your improved eyes would soon be mesmerized by overawing light sensitivity. You felt awash in a sea of sensations, and finally found yourself focusing on the one constant... $Artemis. Your $Handler passed through the lab so easily, without any apparent concern, her every step commanding and confident. (if: $Leashed is true)[Following her was easier with your leash, the line of silver chain linking you to her hand soothing in its assuredness.](else:)[You might have been restrained, but she was there, so close.] The anxiety and sense of overstimulation seemed to dissolve, at least for the moment, as your focused entirely on her back. This was just so hard! You almost wanted to go back to your quiet cell, to be alone and safe, but (if: $Leashed is true)[that leash](else:)[your Handler] pulled you ever onward. Together you exited into a hallway, a thoroughfare through which further lab personnel moved, along with support staff of all sorts. So many people and colors and words you struggled to read... Perhaps it would be best to focus on one thing? [[Focus on the people.->FocusPeople]] [[Focus on the colors.->FocusColors]] [[Focus on the words.->FocusWords]] (if: $Stamina is 1)[[["Ma'am, I'm feeling very... very overwhelmed."->AskBlind]]]

<img alt="eyesup" src="images/player/eyesup.png"/> Everything was just so... overwhelming. With effort your eyes drifted upward, long lashes fluttering as you focused upon the lights set into the ceiling. Row after row after row... a *bad* decision. Your altered eyes were naturally light sensitive, bothersome normally, but greatly more so after a mind flash. Colors were brighter, lights were brighter, your addled mind swam from the repetitive passing of each overhead. Light after light, casting their harsh glow upon you, sending waves of reflected light across your tight suit, mesmerizing and maddening and... *ugh.* (color: red)[Stamina -1](set: $Stamina to it - 1) And then (if: $Leashed is true)[your leash suddenly went taut, pulling you to the side. Looking up sharply, you found $Artemis had maneuvered around a lab station sticking out a bit further than the others. Unable to see it, you had nearby bumped into it, drawing more attention to yourself. More eyes, more focus on your restrained hands, on your suit and curves and...](else:)[you bumped directly into a lab station that stuck out slightly further than the others, sending several test tubes clattering as your eyes snapped up. $Artemis had rounded the obstruction, but with your eyes on the floor, now *everyone* was looking at you. More eyes, more focus on your restrained arms, on your suit and curves and...] This was just so hard! You almost wanted to go back to your quiet cell, to be alone and safe, but (if: $Leashed is true)[that leash](else:)[your Handler] pulled you ever onward. Together you exited into a hallway, a thoroughfare through which further lab personnel moved, along with support staff of all sorts. So many people and colors and words you struggled to read... Perhaps it would be best to focus on one thing? [[Focus on the people.->FocusPeople]] [[Focus on the colors.->FocusColors]] [[Focus on the words.->FocusWords]] (if: $Stamina is 1)[[["Ma'am, I'm feeling very... very overwhelmed."->AskBlind]]]

<img alt="labhall" src="images/set/labhall.jpg"/> Each bastion facility had a laboratory complex at its core, a honeycomb of research facilities, Instrument bays, and of course those areas dedicated to managing wetware like yourself. Your people were on the defensive against the Song and its threatening harmony, and you were part of the shield. With enough time however, the humans you protected hoped for their other sciences to be the sword that eventually broke the enemy's back. And that meant people, dozens of them, moving between their posts and duties. Technicians in their clean suits, technicians in lab wear, custodians and menials in uniform-like jumpsuits. Your red eyes took them all in, bouncing here then there, shivering slightly as you felt yourself overwhelmed. A mind flash made you terribly susceptible to being overstimulated, and all those faces and people and lives and stories you glimpsed did just that-- not to mention their attention returned back at you, to your tight suit and bound arms. (color: red)[Stamina -1](set: $Stamina to it - 1) (if: $Stamina is 0)[(color: red)[STAMINA DEPLETED] You just couldn't take it. The leash, the restraints, the people and lights and colors and labs and hallways and words and... and... (color: blue)[She] was there before you even knew you had stopped, before your overwhelmed mind had fully processed what was happening. Tall and all in black, her arm was on her shoulder and she was bending down. [[Your Handler was here to help.->ForceBlind]]](else:)[A bad choice, and one your fragile psych paid for in the moment. But you knew you were almost there, to the Instrument Bays themselves. You could smell the solvent in the air, the giant contamination bays within which each great machine rested. It would be close now. All you had to do was **focus!** But on what? [[Focus on the Instrument itself...->FocusInstru]] [[Focus on the Instrument technicians...->FocusTech]] [[Focus on the Contamination Pools...->FocusContam]] (if: $Stamina is 1)[[["Ma'am, I'm feeling very... very overwhelmed."->AskBlind]]]]

<img alt="labhall" src="images/set/labhall.jpg"/> Each bastion facility had a laboratory complex at its core, a honeycomb of research facilities, Instrument bays, and of course those areas dedicated to managing wetware like yourself. Your people were on the defensive against the Song and its threatening harmony, and you were part of the shield. With enough time however, the humans you protected hoped for their other sciences to be the sword that eventually broke the enemy's back. And yet that shield, in that moment, was being defeated by mere *colors.* Your red eyes took them all in, bouncing here then there, shivering slightly as you felt yourself overwhelmed. A mind flash made you terribly susceptible to being overstimulated, and all these people, and signs, and neon lights, they were doing just that to you-- not to mention eyes you found focused back at you, to your tight suit and bound arms. (color: red)[Stamina -1](set: $Stamina to it - 1) (if: $Stamina is 0)[(color: red)[STAMINA DEPLETED] You just couldn't take it. The leash, the restraints, the people and lights and colors and labs and hallways and words and... and... (color: blue)[She] was there before you even knew you had stopped, before your overwhelmed mind had fully processed what was happening. Tall and all in black, her arm was on her shoulder and she was bending down. [[Your Handler was here to help.->ForceBlind]]](else:)[A bad choice, and one your fragile psych paid for in the moment. But you knew you were almost there, to the Instrument Bays themselves. You could smell the solvent in the air, the giant contamination bays within which each great machine rested. It would be close now. All you had to do was **focus!** But on what? [[Focus on the Instrument itself...->FocusInstru]] [[Focus on the Instrument technicians...->FocusTech]] [[Focus on the Contamination Pools...->FocusContam]] (if: $Stamina is 1)[[["Ma'am, I'm feeling very... very overwhelmed."->AskBlind]]]]

<img alt="labhall" src="images/set/labhall.jpg"/> Each bastion facility had a laboratory complex at its core, a honeycomb of research facilities, Instrument bays, and of course those areas dedicated to managing wetware like yourself. Your people were on the defensive against the Song and its threatening harmony, and you were part of the shield. With enough time however, the humans you protected hoped for their other sciences to be the sword that eventually broke the enemy's back. Yet that shield was terribly fragile at that moment. A mind flash made you susceptible to being overstimulated, and all these people, and signs, and neon lights, they threatened to do just that. Yet you focused, drawing your attention down to something manageable. *Words.* Signs of all sorts abounded along the hall, and while the flash had made managing written letters difficult, you could pick out numbers and at the very least patterns. That was... strangely comforting. Once installed, *everything* would be numbers. Numbers and data and a fight for your life. But at least for now, in that brief moment, you could take it. The leash, the restraints, the people and lights and colors and labs and hallways and words and... and... You were almost there, to the Instrument Bays themselves. You could smell the solvent in the air, the giant contamination bays within which each great machine rested. It would be close now. All you had to do was **focus!** But on what? [[Focus on the Instrument itself...->FocusInstru]] [[Focus on the Instrument technicians...->FocusTech]] [[Focus on the Contamination Pools...->FocusContam]] (if: $Stamina is 1)[[["Ma'am, I'm feeling very... very overwhelmed."->AskBlind]]]

<img alt="lookdown2" src="images/artemis/lookdown2.png"/> $Artemis halted, (if: $Leashed is true)[your leash going mercifully slack.](else:)[turning sharply to face you.] She loomed from above, her lips pursing slightly as she looked you over, performing a quick coherence field test that involved snapping her fingers and watching how your gaze shifted to follow. "(color: blue)[Very astute, $Zero. I would have intervened shortly had you not spoken up, but we shall not wait for your condition to deteriorate. Let us make the effort to assuage you.]" Once again she reached into her coat, its great length capable of holding all manner of secrets. This particular one proves to be a shaped strip of heavy material, of the same sort as your suit, an orange band connecting to each side. You were not asked to consent to its application of course, your $Handler had determined it necessary, and your compliance was merely expected. Slipping the device over your head, she aligned the thick, rounded portion over your eyes. In an instant your vision was gone, replaced by a blackness that tightened as she fixed the strap around your head. A blindfold, one you could not remove easily given your bound arms. Not only were you suited and restrained, now there was this... and you still had some walking to do. (if: $Leashed is true)[Luckily you were already leashed.](else:)[The sensation of a chain snapping to your suit's throat magnet, the leash she had offered before, explained how you would be directed.] (set: $Leashed to true)(set: $Blindfold to true)(set: $SubCheck2 to 1) "(color: blue)[There,]" she murmured. "(color: blue)[Better?]" <img alt="blindfold" src="images/gear/blindfold.png"/> [["No, I didn't want this!"->AngryBlind]] [["I can't be in public like this!"->AngryBlind]] [["Yes ma'am..."->AcceptBlind]]

<img alt="lookdown2" src="images/artemis/lookdown2.png"/> $Artemis loomed above you, her lips pursing slightly even as her free arm dipped into her coat. It's great length was capable of holding all manner of secrets, and this particular one proved to be a shaped strip of heavy material, the same sort which constituted your suit. An orange band connected each side. You were not asked to consent to its application of course, your $Handler had determined it necessary, and your compliance was merely expected. Slipping the device over your head, she aligned the thick, rounded portion over your eyes. In an instant your vision was gone, replaced by a blackness that tightened as she fixed the strap around your head. A blindfold, one you could not remove easily given your bound arms. Not only were you suited and restrained, now there was this... and you still had some walking to do. (if: $Leashed is true)[Luckily you were already leashed.](else:)[The sensation of a chain snapping to your suit's throat magnet, the leash she had offered before, explained how you would be directed.] (set: $Leashed to true)(set: $Blindfold to true))(set: $SubCheck2 to 2) "(color: blue)[There,]" she murmured. "(color: blue)[Better?]" <img alt="blindfold" src="images/gear/blindfold.png"/> You felt... exhausted, but the very real danger of passing out had passed. That you needed this sort of "help" just to walk across the facility said something about you, at least in your current state, that was harder to come to terms with. [["No, I didn't want this!"->AngryBlind]] [["I can't be in public like this!"->AngryBlind]] [["Yes ma'am..."->AcceptBlind]]

<img alt="contambay" src="images/set/contambay.png"/> Passing through a reinforced doorway, you entered into a cavernous hanger of sorts, stretching so far into the distance the great machine furthest away almost looked *small.* And how could that be? Each **Instrument** stood about 250 feet tall, testaments to human steadfastness even as they stared into the face of extermination. A bastion complex could generally support four at the very most, but only three were present currently, each kneeling chest deep in decontamination fluid of neon blue color. Sterile white gangways crisscrossed the massive pools, providing access for support staff, for Bay technicians, and of course... yourself. You found yourself focusing on the technicians, the men and women who could be seen bustling over the Units submerged in the contamination bays-- and sometimes even entering themselves, thick wading overalls providing protection for simple excursions, while full diving suits served those who had to dive in fully. They maintained your Instrument, and yet... and yet you found your mind scrambling for purchase as you considered their lives. They fixed and monitored the very purpose of your life, yet you were so different... so... human. None of them would know what it felt like to have your mind flashed, to be emptied of thought and intent to make syncing with an Instrument easier. To become one with a machine and then go even further, to become the machine itself, your mind rewired on the fly to maintain control over a 250 tall body. (color: red)[Stamina -1](set: $Stamina to it - 1) (if: $Stamina is 0)[(color: red)[STAMINA DEPLETED] You just couldn't take it. Why were you so different, why was your life so hard, why weren't you *human* to them? You felt yourself hyperventilating, your vision blurring as you stopped along the gangway. (color: blue)[She] was there before you even knew you had stopped, before your overwhelmed mind had fully processed what was happening. Tall and all in black, her arm was on her shoulder and she was bending down. [[Your Handler was here to help.->ForceBlind]]](else:)[But you were too close to fail now. You were here, your Unit approached. Since leaving your cell you had undergone a short gauntlet of stimulation and anxiety, but here... before your assigned Instrument, you finally felt at ease. All you had to do was look up at that great metallic machine to know your place and purpose, to understand why you had to undergo such strict training, frequent mind flashes, careful contamination protocols. All of it was to be one with those machines... [[Finally, peace.->WinTest]]]

<img alt="contambay" src="images/set/contambay.png"/> Passing through a reinforced doorway, you entered into a cavernous hanger of sorts, stretching so far into the distance the great machine furthest away almost looked *small.* And how could that be? Each **Instrument** stood about 250 feet tall, testaments to human steadfastness even as they stared into the face of extermination. A bastion complex could generally support four at the very most, but only three were present currently, each kneeling chest deep in decontamination fluid of neon blue color. Sterile white gangways crisscrossed the massive pools, providing access for support staff, for Bay technicians, and of course... yourself. You found yourself focusing on the great contamination pools themselves. Their vivid colors drew the eye, but it was that clinging scent that really stuck with you. Something like chlorine, yet sweeter, almost alluring in the way it played across your nose. As Wetware, you knew that scent well. Dissonance remain an ever-present danger, and given your frequent wading through it, careful decontamination was simply a part of life. The stories of those who had experienced raw exposure to Dissonance were the very thing of nightmares, were you still capable of dreams... (color: red)[Stamina -1](set: $Stamina to it - 1) (if: $Stamina is 0)[(color: red)[STAMINA DEPLETED] You just couldn't take it. Why were you so different, why was your life so hard, why weren't you *human* to them? You felt yourself hyperventilating, your vision blurring as you stopped along the gangway. (color: blue)[She] was there before you even knew you had stopped, before your overwhelmed mind had fully processed what was happening. Tall and all in black, her arm was on her shoulder and she was bending down. [[Your Handler was here to help.->ForceBlind]]](else:)[But you were too close to fail now. You were here, your Unit approached. Since leaving your cell you had undergone a short gauntlet of stimulation and anxiety, but here... before your assigned Instrument, you finally felt at ease. All you had to do was look up at that great metallic machine to know your place and purpose, to understand why you had to undergo such strict training, frequent mind flashes, careful contamination protocols. All of it was to be one with those machines... [[Finally, peace.->WinTest]]]

<img alt="contambay" src="images/set/contambay.png"/> Finally, you had arrived. Walking up the final gangway, you found yourself gazing up at a towering Instrument, its humanoid form constructed of a white material that matched the shading of your wetsuit exactly. Where blue and orange text was printed on your suit, so too did the machine feature a clear indicator on its massive armored shoulder: (color: orange)[UNIT 00] The letters stood two dozen feet high, and marked you and it as... linked. It was somehow even more magnificent up close, a sensation that overtook you every time you approached it before a mission. This was *your* Instrument, and in return, you were its Wetware. "Hey!" You turned to the sound, (if: $Leashed is true)[your leash pulling momentarily tight before $Artemis gave out a bit more slack.](else:)[$Artemis already facing back the way you had came.] A woman and wetware approached. (set: $Strike2 to 1) [[Look at the woman.->MeetJuno]] [[Look at the wetware.->Meet2]]

<img alt="blindfold" src="images/gear/blindfold.png"/> "(color: blue)[It is not about want you want or think,]" $Artemis replied. "(color: blue)[But what you need. You are fragile in your current state, and this will help. Now come along.]" She didn't give you a choice, not with the sudden pull on your leash. Blindfolded, you could either be literally pulled over, or you could follow along-- as best you could. That required trusting your $Handler completely, given your still bound arms. And while you missed seeing anything else of interest on your trip, without the distractions you found your mind focusing on your own body, fully encapsulated and tweaked by your wetsuit with every step... (set: $Con to it + 1) [[Stimulating indeed.->FailTest]]

<img alt="blindfold" src="images/gear/blindfold.png"/> (set: $Obe to it + 1) "(color: blue)[Very good,]" $Artemis replied. "(color: blue)[You are fragile in your current state, but I am here, and I will *always* protect you.]" She didn't give you a choice, not with the sudden pull on your leash. Blindfolded, you could either be literally pulled over, or you could follow along-- as best you could. That required trusting your $Handler completely, given your still bound arms. And while you missed seeing anything else of interest on your trip, without the distractions you found your mind focusing on your own body, fully encapsulated and tweaked by your wetsuit with every step... [[Stimulating indeed.->FailTest]]

<img alt="contambay" src="images/set/contambay.png"/> Your arrival comes with a sudden hand on your shoulder, and a whisper to halt from your $Handler. Feeling your leash go slack was the second indicator, but confirmation came as $Artemis began undoing the straps that held your blindfold in place. It slips free with a flash of light, your oversensitive eyes requiring a several moments of frantic blinking before they had accustomed themselves to light again. (color: green)[Blindfold removed!] (set: $Blindfold to false) You find yourself gazing up at a towering Instrument, its humanoid form constructed of a white material that matched the shading of your wetsuit exactly. Where blue and orange text was printed on your suit, so too did the machine feature a clear indicator on its massive armored shoulder: (color: orange)[UNIT 00] The letter stood two dozen feet high, and marked you and it as... linked. It was somehow even more magnificent up close, a sensation that overtook you every time you approached it before a mission. This was *your* Instrument, and in return, you were its Wetware. "Hey!" You turned to the sound, (if: $Leashed is true)[your leash pulling momentarily tight before $Artemis gave out a bit more slack.](else:)[$Artemis already facing back the way you had came.] A woman and wetware approached. (set: $Strike2 to 2) [[Look at the woman.->MeetJuno]] [[Look at the wetware.->Meet2]]

<img alt="juno2" src="images/npc/juno2.png"/> The woman is gold of hair and dark of expression, sculpted eyes seemingly perpetually narrowed in consideration. She was about the same height as your $Artemis, but that was where the similarities ended. Where $Artemis was sharply dressed and stood primly, this woman seemed almost casually indifferent to the wonders all around. She was wearing a suit, but was rolling up her sleeves as if preparing for a street brawl. "$Artemis," she greeted your $Handler with a slight nod, who returned it in kind. "(color: blue)[Juno.]" That was her name, right. That she was another Handler was obvious, at least, given her arrival alongside her wetware. But you had been trained to look to authority over even your own peers, and thus your eyes were drawn to this woman that-- yes, you *did* remember her. Juno was a genius, or so everyone said. She had a pair of doctorates in fact, in Physics and in Theoretical Harmony, and led a research team here in the Bastion that focused on the latter. "Mission parameters have changed," Juno continued, holding out a portfolio. The typing on the cover bled together to your flashed mind, but she held it out to $Artemis anyway, who took it, paging through even as she responded. "(color: blue)[So you found one?]" "Maybe," Juno replied, sticking her hands in her pockets. "We'll see." $Artemis' nose wrinkled slightly. "(color: blue)[This is going to be a long run for them, we should have $Five standing by too.]" Juno shrugged. "Too late for that. We're pulling the trigger now, with your $Zero and my $Two." [[Remain silent.->JunoSilent]] [["What is happening?"->JunoAsk]] [["I can handle whatever it is!"->JunoHandle]]

<img alt="crossed" src="images/002/crossed.png"/> Your fellow wetware wore a red wetsuit, just as glossy as your own and featuring several similar design elements: stripes on the flanks, a secondary blue-black on the arms, and the hint of a monitoring choker beneath the lip of her collar. She was even your age, while the markings across her suit made her designation clear. (color: red)[$Two]. $Artemis and the other handler had started discussing quietly, but $Two addressed you directly, one red-orange brow quirking upward. "You sizing me up, $Zero? Ha! I don't even need you for this mission. Right, ma'am?" She looked to her Handler, who broke from her conversation to look down at you and her charge. "You need to focus, $Two. Especially with the mission parameters having changed." "(color: blue)[So you found one?]" $Artemis cut in. "Maybe," the Handler replied, sticking her hands in her pockets. "We'll see." $Artemis' nose wrinkled slightly. "(color: blue)[This is going to be a long run for them, we should have $Five standing by too.]" A shrug. "Too late for that. We're pulling the trigger now, with your $Zero and my $Two." [[Remain silent.->JunoSilentAlt]] [["What is happening?"->JunoAskAlt]] [["I can handle whatever it is!"->JunoHandleAlt]]

<img alt="crossed" src="images/002/crossed.png"/> You may have decided to stay quiet, to let the two Handlers speak, but the other wetware certainly hadn't. She drew your attention for the first time as she leaned forward, interrupting the mission talk as she looked you over. "I could do this mission by myself, you know." She wore a red wetsuit, just as glossy as your own and featuring several similar design elements: stripes on the flanks, a secondary blue-black on the arms, and the hint of a monitoring choker beneath the lip of her collar. She was even your age, while the markings across her suit made her designation clear. (color: red)[$Two]. "Look at her, standing their all quiet! (if: $Leashed is true)[She needed a leash to even make it over here, ma'am,](else:)[She may not be on a leash,] (if: $Strike2 is 2)[but I saw her blindfolded and everything!](else:)[if she was blindfolded I would be sure of it. But, I mean, I am!] I don't need $Zero to do this." Her haughty tone was matched with an eager look towards Juno, but for all her bluster you noted $Two had her arms bound behind her too. (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[Look down, submissively.->2Sub]] [[Step forward. "Don't talk to me like that!"->2Dom]]

<img alt="crossed" src="images/002/crossed.png"/> You may have expected the Handlers to reply, but instead it was the other wetware who intervened with a little sneer. "Don't you know anything, $Zero?" She leaned forward, looking you over. "I could do this mission by myself, you know." She wore a red wetsuit, just as glossy as your own and featuring several similar design elements: stripes on the flanks, a secondary blue-black on the arms, and the hint of a monitoring choker beneath the lip of her collar. She was even your age, while the markings across her suit made her designation clear. (color: red)[$Two]. "Don't tell them anything, ma'am, this is your discovery! And just look at her. (if: $Leashed is true)[She needed a leash to even make it over here, ma'am,](else:)[She may not be on a leash,] (if: $Strike2 is 2)[but I saw her blindfolded and everything!](else:)[if she was blindfolded I would be sure of it. But, I mean, I am!] I don't need $Zero to do this." Her haughty tone was matched with an eager look towards Juno, but for all her bluster you noted $Two had her arms bound behind her too. [[Look down, submissively.->2Sub]] [[Step forward. "Don't talk to me like that!"->2Dom]]

<img alt="crossed" src="images/002/crossed.png"/> You may have expected the Handlers to reply, but instead it was the other wetware who intervened with a little sneer. "Yeah, I doubt that." She leaned forward, looking you over. "I could do this mission by myself, you know." She wore a red wetsuit, just as glossy as your own and featuring several similar design elements: stripes on the flanks, a secondary blue-black on the arms, and the hint of a monitoring choker beneath the lip of her collar. She was even your age, while the markings across her suit made her designation clear. (color: red)[$Two]. "Really, I don't need $Zero! And just look at her. (if: $Leashed is true)[She needed a leash to even make it over here, ma'am,](else:)[She may not be on a leash,] (if: $Strike2 is 2)[but I saw her blindfolded and everything!](else:)[if she was blindfolded I would be sure of it. But, I mean, I am!] I don't need $Zero to do this." Her haughty tone was matched with an eager look towards Juno, but for all her bluster you noted $Two had her arms bound behind her too. (set: $Con to it + 1) [[Look down, submissively.->2Sub]] [[Step forward. "Don't talk to me like that!"->2Dom]]

<img alt="2dom" src="images/002/2dom.png"/> AS you flicked your red eyes down, $Two almost seemed to loom over you, looking down her nose with a satisfied grin. "See, she's just a useless *submissive.*" Your wiped mind tended to agree, even as another voice cut in with an imperious tone. "So are you, $Two." Juno. Glancing up, you see she has a hand possessively on the red suited girl's collar, the other beneath her chin, tipping it firmly upward to meet her eyes. "That's why you're wetware." $Two tried to respond, but the words died on her tongue, a soft little... *moan* escaping her lips. That seemed to satisfy Juno, who allowed a sharp smile to spread across her golden features. Somewhere along the way she had moved a leash up, clipping it to $Two's collar. (if: $Leashed is true)[Pulled away by the lead, amusement slips over you as you realize she had joined you in that particular fate.](else:)[Pulled away by the lead, amusement slips over you as you realize you at least had not needed that.] "(color: blue)[Headstrong thing, is she not?]" It seemed to be rhetorical from $Artemis as she watched them go, before turning to you as she raised a hand to her ear, where you glimpsed an earpiece. "(color: blue)[Let's get you in. Doctor Asakuma? $Zero is ready for final checks and installation.]" (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[From above, the sound of heavy machinery.->DoctorIntro]]

Your assertiveness seems to surprise $Two, she even draws back a half step. Before you could push her further however, an assertive voice intercedes. "(color: blue)[*Girls.* You have more important duties today than bickering.]" That had been $Artemis, but its Juno who stepped up, snapping her fingers in a sharp motion towards her charge. $Two deflated, alternating between shooting you an angry look and giving a pleading look towards Juno. Eventually she gave in however, opening her mouth wide with a roll of the eyes. Juno slipped a (color: red)[red] ball between her lips, securing it into place with a series of straps. "I warned you. Now, come on." Another snapping motion and $Two followed her as they retreated, but not before she turned back once more your way, bending forward at the waist and clearly trying to stick her tongue out at you. She didn't exactly succeed. <img alt="2angry" src="images/002/2angry.gif"/> "(color: blue)[Headstrong thing, is she not?]" It seemed to be rhetorical from $Artemis as she watched them go, before turning to you as she raised a hand to her ear, where you glimpsed an earpiece. "(color: blue)[Let's get you in. Doctor Asakuma? $Zero is ready for final checks and installation.]" (set: $SubCheck3 to 1)(set: $Con to it + 1) [[From above, the sound of heavy machinery.->DoctorIntro]]

<img alt="juno2" src="images/npc/juno2.png"/> You may have decided to stay quiet, to let the two Handlers speak, but the other wetware certainly wasn't. $Two almost seemed incapable of it. "Juno, I *can* do this." *Juno.* You remembered $Two's Handler now. The woman is gold of hair and dark of expression, sculpted eyes seemingly perpetually narrowed in consideration. She was about the same height as your $Artemis, but that was where the similarities ended. Where $Artemis was sharply dressed and stood primly, this woman seemed almost casually indifferent to the wonders all around. She was wearing a suit, but was rolling up her sleeves as if preparing for a street brawl. Yet Juno was a genius, or so everyone said. She had a pair of doctorates in fact, in Physics and in Theoretical Harmony, and led a research team here in the Bastion that focused on the latter. "Wetware does not decide such things," she declared, sternly. "Look at her, standing their all quiet! (if: $Leashed is true)[She needed a leash to even make it over here, ma'am,](else:)[She may not be on a leash,] (if: $Strike2 is 2)[but I saw her blindfolded and everything!](else:)[if she was blindfolded I would be sure of it. But, I mean, I am!] I don't need $Zero to do this, really!" Her haughty tone was matched with an eager look towards Juno, but for all her bluster you noted $Two had her arms bound behind her too. (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[Look down, submissively.->2Sub]] [[Step forward. "Don't talk to me like that!"->2Dom]]

<img alt="juno2" src="images/npc/juno2.png"/> $Two overrode your question with an assertion of her own. "Juno, I *can* do this." *Juno.* You remembered $Two's Handler now. The woman is gold of hair and dark of expression, sculpted eyes seemingly perpetually narrowed in consideration. She was about the same height as your $Artemis, but that was where the similarities ended. Where $Artemis was sharply dressed and stood primly, this woman seemed almost casually indifferent to the wonders all around. She was wearing a suit, but was rolling up her sleeves as if preparing for a street brawl. Yet Juno was a genius, or so everyone said. She had a pair of doctorates in fact, in Physics and in Theoretical Harmony, and led a research team here in the Bastion that focused on the latter. "Wetware does not decide such things," she declared, sternly. "Then at least don't tell them anything, ma'am, this is your discovery! And just look at her. (if: $Leashed is true)[She needed a leash to even make it over here, ma'am,](else:)[She may not be on a leash,] (if: $Strike2 is 2)[but I saw her blindfolded and everything!](else:)[if she was blindfolded I would be sure of it. But, I mean, I am!] I don't need $Zero to do this, really!" Her haughty tone was matched with an eager look towards Juno, but for all her bluster you noted $Two had her arms bound behind her too. [[Look down, submissively.->2Sub]] [[Step forward. "Don't talk to me like that!"->2Dom]]

<img alt="juno2" src="images/npc/juno2.png"/> $Two snorted, her arms crossed. "$Zero is inexperienced, don't listen to her Juno." *Juno.* You remembered $Two's Handler now. The woman is gold of hair and dark of expression, sculpted eyes seemingly perpetually narrowed in consideration. She was about the same height as your $Artemis, but that was where the similarities ended. Where $Artemis was sharply dressed and stood primly, this woman seemed almost casually indifferent to the wonders all around. She was wearing a suit, but was rolling up her sleeves as if preparing for a street brawl. Yet Juno was a genius, or so everyone said. She had a pair of doctorates in fact, in Physics and in Theoretical Harmony, and led a research team here in the Bastion that focused on the latter. "Wetware does not decide such things," she declared, sternly. "Really, I don't need $Zero! And just look at her. (if: $Leashed is true)[She needed a leash to even make it over here, ma'am,](else:)[She may not be on a leash,] (if: $Strike2 is 2)[but I saw her blindfolded and everything!](else:)[if she was blindfolded I would be sure of it. But, I mean, I am!] I don't need $Zero to do this." Her haughty tone was matched with an eager look towards Juno, but for all her bluster you noted $Two had her arms bound behind her too. (set: $Con to it + 1) [[Look down, submissively.->2Sub]] [[Step forward. "Don't talk to me like that!"->2Dom]]

The decontamination pools were massive, the ceilings high, with windows near the ceiling indicating a row of technical facilities looking down upon it all. One section at that moment was moving, a great armature pivoting as an entire portion detached from where ceiling met wall and swung downward. Not so much splashing down in the decom-fluid beside you as settling gently, a pair of sliding doors faced the gangway and opened immediately. <img alt="doctor1" src="images/npc/asakuma.png"/> A woman emerged in a smart white laboratory uniform, the upper portion a bit shiny-- though far from the gloss of your wetsuit. Her short black hair was pulled back in a neat bun, strands from her bangs framing a face that broke into an open smile. "Handler Artemis. $Zero. Good day." She held a clipboard, pen at the ready. "(color: blue)[$Zero, with your mind flashed you may not remember-- this is Doctor Asakuma. Your assigned physician. She will be the one installing you. Be a good girl, say hello.]" [[Silently nod your head.->SilentDoctor]] [[Bow submissively.->SubDoctor]] [["I don't remember, but hello doctor!"->LoudDoctor]] [["Don't call me a good girl!"->LoudDoctor]]

Doctor Asakuma seemed to note down your response on her clipboard. "Nonverbal, as per the usual. The flash and attunement went well, Artemis?" $Artemis nodded herself. "(color: blue)[Yes.]" "And her suiting?" "(color: blue)[Wetsuit application went smoothly, and she is fully locked in. I *did* send you a preliminary report, Doctor.]" Doctor Asakuma smiled anew. "Trust, but verify. Duplicate procedures protect all involved. Any undue arousal from the wetware?" *Arousal?* They were talking about you like you were not even there! [["Hey, don't talk about that...!"->DoctorEmbarass]] [[Remain silent, eyes down.->DoctorQuiet]]

Doctor Asakuma seemed to note down your response on her clipboard. "Nonverbal and submissive. Very good. The flash and attunement went well, Artemis?" $Artemis nodded herself. "(color: blue)[Yes.]" "And her suiting?" "(color: blue)[Wetsuit application went smoothly, and she is fully locked in. I *did* send you a preliminary report, Doctor.]" Doctor Asakuma smiled anew. "Trust, but verify. Duplicate procedures protect all involved. Any undue arousal from the wetware?" *Arousal?* They were talking about you like you were not even there! (set: $Obe to it + 1) [["Hey, don't talk about that...!"->DoctorEmbarass]] [[Remain silent, eyes down.->DoctorQuiet]]

Doctor Asakuma seemed to note down your response on her clipboard. "Verbal and engaged. Interesting. $Two's bad habits rubbing off, perhaps. The flash and attunement went well, Artemis?" $Artemis nodded herself. "(color: blue)[Yes.]" "And her suiting?" "(color: blue)[Wetsuit application went smoothly, and she is fully locked in. I *did* send you a preliminary report, Doctor.]" Doctor Asakuma smiled anew. "Trust, but verify. Duplicate procedures protect all involved. Any undue arousal from the wetware?" *Arousal?* They were talking about you like you were not even there! (set: $Con to it + 1) [["Hey, don't talk about that...!"->DoctorEmbarass]] [[Remain silent, eyes down.->DoctorQuiet]]

<img alt="doctor1" src="images/npc/asakuma.png"/> (set: $Arou to 5) Your outburst earned a raised eyebrow from the Doctor, and a firm hand on your shoulder. $Artemis, holding you as a shock pulsed through your defenseless body. As you quiver in the aftermath, they continue as if you were a piece of equipment that had momentarily malfunctioned. "(color: blue)[I have not engaged her monitor yet, Doctor. Allow me.]" Using a small rectangular device, she tapped out a quick set of commands, and your eyes flashed in response. Joining the Stamina meter projected onto the corner of your vision was another datastream. (color: red + white)[Sanity Tracking Activated!] (set: $ArouHide to false) *They could track THAT?* "(color: blue)[Arousal within baselines, for the time being.]" "And her behavior after attenuation?" (if: $Shocker is 0)[$Artemis sounded pleased. "(color: blue)[Entirely submissive. I have not made use of her shock function at all.]"](if: $Shocker is 1)[$Artemis sounded mostly pleased. "(color: blue)[Very submissive, though not entirely. I had to use her shock function once, and then again just now of course.]"](if: $Shocker is 2)[$Artemis frowned a bit. "(color: blue)[Mildly resistant. I had to make use of her shock function twice.]"](if: $Shocker > 2)[$Artemis frowned sharply. "(color: blue)[Combative. I had to make use of her shock function extensively.]"] Another note for the Doctor's clipboard. "I see $Zero is lightly restrained, very good. (if: $Leashed is true)[And she is leashed, suggestive of overstimulation. If you would remove it, $Artemis?" Your $Handler did so, unclipping the lead and returning it her jacket pocket. (set: $Leashed to false) (color: green)[Leash removed!] "Anything else?"](else:)[And she is not leashed, I see. Suggestive of confidence in the wetware. Anything else?"] $Artemis nodded. (if: $SubCheck2 is 0)["(color: blue)[$Zero did not require a blindfold during transport.]" "Oh?" The Doctor looked up. "Flashed and still perceptive, interesting...](if: $SubCheck2 is 1)["(color: blue)[$Zero requested a blindfold during transport, and I assisted her with one.]" "Oh?" The Doctor looked up. "Flashed and submissive enough to recognize the need for restriction? I will mark that down.](if: $SubCheck2 is 2)["(color: blue)[$Zero struggled during transport, and I applied a blindfold for her own wellbeing. She remains comforted by restriction.]" "Oh? The Doctor looked up. "Flashing often hampers their capacity for self-regulation. I'll note it in her file.] Last query: I saw you conversing with Handler Juno and her charge. Was $Two as... excitable as usual?" $Artemis exhaled sharply, almost a laugh. "(color: blue)[Of course.]" "And $Zero responded by...?" [[Remain silent, let your Handler answer for you.->DocSil]] [["I displayed submission, Doctor."->DocSub]] [["I didn't let her boss me around, Doctor!"->DocDom]]

<img alt="doctor1" src="images/npc/asakuma.png"/> Your submission earned a freshly scribbled note from the Doctor, and a firm hand on your shoulder. $Artemis. Having her there was comforting. "(color: blue)[I have not engaged her monitor yet, Doctor. Allow me.]" Using a small rectangular device, she tapped out a quick set of commands, and your eyes flashed in response. Joining the Stamina meter projected onto the corner of your vision was another datastream. (color: red + white)[Sanity Tracking Activated!] (set: $ArouHide to false) *They could track THAT?* "(color: blue)[Arousal within baselines, for the time being.]" "And her behavior after attenuation?" (if: $Shocker is 0)[$Artemis sounded pleased. "(color: blue)[Entirely submissive. I have not made use of her shock function at all.]"](if: $Shocker is 1)[$Artemis sounded mostly pleased. "(color: blue)[Very submissive, though not entirely. I had to use her shock function once, and then again just now of course.]"](if: $Shocker is 2)[$Artemis frowned a bit. "(color: blue)[Mildly resistant. I had to make use of her shock function twice.]"](if: $Shocker > 2)[$Artemis frowned sharply. "(color: blue)[Combative. I had to make use of her shock function extensively.]"] Another note for the Doctor's clipboard. "I see $Zero is lightly restrained, very good. (if: $Leashed is true)[And she is leashed, suggestive of overstimulation. If you would remove it, $Artemis?" Your $Handler did so, unclipping the lead and returning it her jacket pocket. (set: $Leashed to false) (color: green)[Leash removed!] "Anything else?"](else:)[And she is not leashed, I see. Suggestive of confidence in the wetware. Anything else?"] $Artemis nodded. (if: $SubCheck2 is 0)["(color: blue)[$Zero did not require a blindfold during transport.]" "Oh?" The Doctor looked up. "Flashed and still perceptive, interesting...](if: $SubCheck2 is 1)["(color: blue)[$Zero requested a blindfold during transport, and I assisted her with one.]" "Oh?" The Doctor looked up. "Flashed and submissive enough to recognize the need for restriction? I will mark that down.](if: $SubCheck2 is 2)["(color: blue)[$Zero struggled during transport, and I applied a blindfold for her own wellbeing. She remains comforted by restriction.]" "Oh? The Doctor looked up. "Flashing often hampers their capacity for self-regulation. I'll note it in her file.] Last query: I saw you conversing with Handler Juno and her charge. Was $Two as... excitable as usual?" $Artemis exhaled sharply, almost a laugh. "(color: blue)[Of course.]" "And $Zero responded by...?" [[Remain silent, let your Handler answer for you.->DocSil]] [["I displayed submission, Doctor."->DocSub]] [["I didn't let her boss me around, Doctor!"->DocDom]]

With $Artemis there you allowed yourself the comfort of silence. Your $Handler could speak for you after all, and she did-- readily. (if: $SubCheck3 is 0)["(color: blue)[$Zero did not resist when challenged.]" "Another mark of submissiveness," Doctor Asakuma noted. "All wetware are remarkably submissive, but when in the presence of each other it is not uncommon for one to take a more domineering position. It is a fascinating area of study, actually. With our three there is limited opportunity to explore the topic, however."](else:)["(color: blue)[$Zero stood up to her.]" "All wetware are remarkably submissive," Doctor Asakuma noted. "But when in the presence of each other it is not uncommon for one to take a more domineering position. I'm very interesting to see how $Zero and $Two develop as a result."] Abruptly she clicked her pen closed, then turned, half-gesturing towards the room she had descended in. "That is everything on the checklist. Are you ready for installation, $Zero?" (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[Nod yes.->Suitup]] [["Is... my Handler going to go in too?"->AskSuitup]]

Speaking up prompted a follow-up from $Artemis. (if: $SubCheck3 is 0)["(color: blue)[$Zero is correct.]" "Another mark of submissiveness," Doctor Asakuma noted. "All wetware are remarkably submissive, but when in the presence of each other it is not uncommon for one to take a more domineering position. It is a fascinating area of study, actually. With our three there is limited opportunity to explore the topic, however."](else:)["(color: blue)[$Zero overstates her submissiveness. She was assertive.]" "All wetware are remarkably submissive," Doctor Asakuma noted. "But when in the presence of each other it is not uncommon for one to take a more domineering position. I'm very interesting to see how $Zero and $Two develop as a result."] Abruptly she clicked her pen closed, then turned, half-gesturing towards the room she had descended in. "That is everything on the checklist. Are you ready for installation, $Zero?" (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[Nod yes.->Suitup]] [["Is... my Handler going to go in too?"->AskSuitup]]

Speaking up prompted a follow-up from $Artemis. (if: $SubCheck3 is 0)["(color: blue)[$Zero wishes for that which is not true. $Two would have taken control had we not interceded.]" "Another mark of submissiveness," Doctor Asakuma noted. "All wetware are remarkably submissive, but when in the presence of each other it is not uncommon for one to take a more domineering position. It is a fascinating area of study, actually. With our three there is limited opportunity to explore the topic, however."](else:)["(color: blue)[$Zero is correct in her assessment.]" "All wetware are remarkably submissive," Doctor Asakuma noted. "But when in the presence of each other it is not uncommon for one to take a more domineering position. I'm very interesting to see how $Zero and $Two develop as a result."] Abruptly she clicked her pen closed, then turned, half-gesturing towards the room she had descended in. "That is everything on the checklist. Are you ready for installation, $Zero?" (set: $Con to it + 1) [[Nod yes.->Suitup]] [["Is... my Handler going to go in too?"->AskSuitup]]

<img alt="installcham" src="images/set/installcham.jpg"/> With a gentle hand on the portion of your back that read (color: orange)[DANGER: WETWARE], Doctor Asakuma led you through the doorway. It proved to be a small antechamber, the rest of the lab behind another door you had to pause before. A decontamination cycle ran through the room. "Every precaution is taken to ensure your health." When it concluded with a whisked door you stepped into the lab proper, just as the ground shifted beneath you. Glancing back, you caught a glimpse of $Artemis before she slid below, the entire room having risen up and over to the side. It eventually seemed to settle atop the head of Instrument 00. Confirmation is easy enough-- the floor is made of transparent panels. Your attention is pulled back upward however by several other labcoat wearing individuals approaching. Doctor Asakuma's team. "Are we ready?" She asked them, getting an affirmative from one of the women. "Good. You know the drill, everyone. Let's get her restrained." Asakuma guided you further into the room, her hand a firm direction. She seemed to be directing you towards the very center, where a rectangular framework jutted from the floor. Rendered in white semi-matte plastic, you noted its upper limits were just above your standing height. A series of straps hung from it, while to each side an array of... you couldn't quite recall their names awaited on tables, each occupying a neatly labeled section. They seemed to have a procedure here. The first part of that procedure was guiding you into the empty space at the center of the rectangular frame. Doctor Asakuma paused to pull a set of mint-green latex gloves from her pocket, slipping them on, before she reached up and pulled down one of the straps. It secured to the wrist cuffs you still wore behind your back, pulling your arms up slightly and immediately serving as a leash-- you couldn't wander far. She looked down at you like one might examine a particularly interesting amoeba on a microscopic platter. "If you would open your mouth, $Zero? Nice and wide." [[Open your mouth, as commanded.->OpenMouth]] [["...why? What's going on?"->AskMouth]] [[Snap your jaws shut. No!->FightMouth]]

<img alt="stand2" src="images/artemis/stand2.png"/> In the nearly blank slate that was your mind, anxiety had risen at being separated from your $Handler. It was a primal thing. You could not recall most of your past, or even what you had done that morning, but you remembered (color: blue)[her]. And her firm grip on your shoulder was reassuring as she leaned in, speaking quietly to you. "Doctor Asakuma will accompany you into the installation chamber. But I will be nearby, and once you're slotted in I will be in your ear all the way. Do not fear, $Zero. I would not let anything happen-- you are *my* wetware." And with that, she gave you a little push towards the doctor. [[You were HER wetware...->Suitup]]

(if: $Shocker > 1)["Combative with $Artemis, now submissive. Well, I shan't look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth."](else:)["The submissive pattern continues. Good girl, $Zero."] Circling you revealed you could not turn to follow, the strap now mag-locked to your cuffs prevented that. Nor could you defend yourself as her latex-gloved hands reached towards each side of your face, pulling back your blue hair gently. Before you could react further she was sliding a white rubber ball between your lips. You waited to close your teeth to the intruder and eventually settled around it, a series of straps extending off to hold it in place. Doctor Asakuma was already working them, tightening and adjusting, drawing another under your chin and yet more to mag-lock to the clips you already wore in your hair. It felt deeply familiar, in truth. You searched your flashed mind, seeking context, but found only a sense of... comfort in the way it seated so firmly into place, the way the web of straps embraced your head, the feeling of being *controlled.* <img alt="gagged" src="images/gear/gagged.png"/> (color: green)[You have been gagged!] (set: $Gagged to true) "Wetware $Zero has been gagged, all locks engaged." Asakuma was listing details for one of her staff standing nearby, the woman having apparently inherited the duty of managing the clipboard. "Pupil dilation suggests submissive response." (set: $Obe to it + 1) [["Mmmmmph..."->ContentMoan]] [["Mmmgghh!!"->ExcitedMoan]]

<img alt="doctor1" src="images/npc/asakuma.png"/> "We are taking a precaution against just those sorts of questions, dear. It's not your fault, you're just wetware-- and recently flashed at that. But we will be here all day at this rate. Now, if you would...?" She mimicked opening her own mouth, even tapping a cheek as if you could ever miss it. [[Open your mouth, as commanded.->OpenMouth]] [[Snap your jaws shut. No!->FightMouth]]

(if: $Shocker > 1)["Still combative, I see. Just because I am not as quick to utilize your shock function doesn't mean we're all just going to stand here and wait for you to comply, $Zero."](else:)["Suddenly combative, $Zero? You were doing so well. Well, just because I am not as quick to utilize your shock function doesn't mean we're all just going to stand here and wait for you to comply."] Circling you revealed you could not turn to follow, the strap now mag-locked to your cuffs prevented that. Nor could you defends yourself as her latex-gloved hands reached towards each side of your face, pulling back your blue hair gently. Then she cruelly reached out and seized your nose. Almost by instinct you tried to inhale through your nostrils, failed, and gasped loudly-- your mouth momentarily open, which Doctor Asakuma took full advantage of. Before you could react she was sliding a white rubber ball between your lips. You tried to close your teeth to the intruder but instead they lodged around it, a series of straps extending off to hold it in place. Doctor Asakuma was already working them, tightening and adjusting, drawing another under your chin and yet more to mag-lock to the clips you already wore in your hair. It felt deeply familiar, in truth. You searched your flashed mind, seeking context, but found only a sense of... comfort in the way it seated so firmly into place, the way the web of straps embraced your head, the feeling of being *controlled.* <img alt="gagged" src="images/gear/gagged.png"/> (color: green)[You have been gagged!] (set: $Gagged to true) "Wetware $Zero has been gagged, all locks engaged." Asakuma was listing details for one of her staff standing nearby, the woman having apparently inherited the duty of managing the clipboard. "Pupil dilation suggests submissive response." (set: $Con to it + 1) [["Mmmmmph..."->ContentMoan]] [["Mmmgghh!!"->ExcitedMoan]]

"Audible response confirms. They *really* enjoy this." As if to underline your increasing helplessness, the Doctor manipulated the strap your wrists were linked to, forcing you to turn this way, then that. Rivers of reflected lab light rand down your curvaceous form as your focus expanded, realizing so many other adults were around you-- and there you were, bound and gagged, locked inside a shiny latex suit. "You may proceed with Wetware staging, team." And all at once, they were advancing on you. A dozen hands settled on your body, some directing and holding, others moving items plucked from the surrounding tables into place. Small pouch-like envelopes of latex are pulled over your hands, each individually sealed away. They connect to a fresh strap locked around your wrists, a reinforcement for the maglocks your suit had in-built. To them a sleeve of sturdy material is added, enveloping your arms from wrist to shoulder, forcing them tightly-- painfully-- together. Further straps mark the topmost edge of the armbinder, each snapping into place with an audible *click.* <img alt="blowsuit" src="images/gear/blowsuit.png"/> Meanwhile other doctors are sliding straps into place, some of them mag-locking to your suit, some to each other. They wrap around your waist and shoulders, anchoring the binder even as they extend downward, halting momentarily before one of the doctors began running a thicker strap down between your legs and-- (color: red + white)[Sanity - 1] (set: $Arou to it - 1) It felt so *good* to be touched there. [[Squirm and wriggle.->FightStraps]] [["Mmmmmggh..."->MoanStraps]] [[Remain silent and still, panting softly.->MoanSilent]]

"Audible moan confirms and suggests retroactive dignity response. So very *late.*" As if to underline your increasing helplessness, the Doctor manipulated the strap your wrists were linked to, forcing you to turn this way, then that. Rivers of reflected lab light rand down your curvaceous form as your focus expanded, realizing so many other adults were around you-- and there you were, bound and gagged, locked inside a shiny latex suit. "You may proceed with Wetware staging, team." And all at once, they were advancing on you. A dozen hands settled on your body, some directing and holding, others moving items plucked from the surrounding tables into place. Small pouch-like envelopes of latex are pulled over your hands, each individually sealed away. They connect to a fresh strap locked around your wrists, a reinforcement for the maglocks your suit had in-built. To them a sleeve of sturdy material is added, enveloping your arms from wrist to shoulder, forcing them tightly-- painfully-- together. Further straps mark the topmost edge of the armbinder, each snapping into place with an audible *click.* <img alt="blowsuit" src="images/gear/blowsuit.png"/> Meanwhile other doctors are sliding straps into place, some of them mag-locking to your suit, some to each other. They wrap around your waist and shoulders, anchoring the binder even as they extend downward, halting momentarily before one of the doctors began running a thicker strap down between your legs and-- (color: red + white)[Sanity -1!] (set: $Arou to it - 1) It felt so *good* to be touched there. [[Squirm and wriggle.->FightStraps]] [["Mmmmmggh..."->MoanStraps]] [[Remain silent and still, panting softly.->MoanSilent]]

You twist and turn, the effort far harder now that your arms were so strictly bound. And in truth you weren't exactly sure if you were doing it to escape the touch of all those doctors, or to feel *more* of it. "Don't hesitate, Doctor Kasa," Asakuma admonished lightly, somewhere off to your side. "You only increase her arousal when doing so. Wetware are remarkably sensitive in their erogenous zones. Secure her belt strap quickly, confidently." "Y-Yes Doctor," the younger woman replied, looking briefly into your eyes, only to blush and step forward again. This time she succeeds in running the strap from just below your naval, between your thighs, and up to a similar mag-point at the small of your back. As it locked into place it pulled tight, the pressure not enough to trigger the response her touch had managed, but it was certainly distracting. "Now, $Zero," Doctor Asakuma said again, once more standing before you. She held in her hands three concerning looking objects, two phallic in shape, the last far smaller. "You likely do not recall in your state, but you will need to be fitted with your stim-inserts. I want you to take a deep breath and count to three." *Stim-inserts? At least she was warning you...* (set: $Con to it + 1) [[1...2...->InsertPlugs]]

You moan. *Lewdly.* Some of the doctors look to you, a scattering of different reactions on their features. "Don't hesitate, Doctor Kasa," Asakuma admonished lightly, somewhere off to your side. "You only increase her arousal when doing so. Wetware are remarkably sensitive in their erogenous zones. Secure her belt strap quickly, confidently." "Y-Yes Doctor," the younger woman replied, looking briefly into your eyes, only to blush and step forward again. This time she succeeds in running the strap from just below your naval, between your thighs, and up to a similar mag-point at the small of your back. As it locked into place it pulled tight, the pressure not enough to trigger the response her touch had managed, but it was certainly distracting. "Now, $Zero," Doctor Asakuma said again, once more standing before you. She held in her hands three concerning looking objects, two phallic in shape, the last far smaller. "You likely do not recall in your state, but you will need to be fitted with your stim-inserts. I want you to take a deep breath and count to three." *Stim-inserts? At least she was warning you...* [[1...2...->InsertPlugs]]

Your remain silent, you remain still. An object the Doctors worked on. "Don't hesitate, Doctor Kasa," Asakuma admonished lightly, somewhere off to your side. "You only increase her arousal when doing so. Wetware are remarkably sensitive in their erogenous zones. Secure her belt strap quickly, confidently." "Y-Yes Doctor," the younger woman replied, looking briefly into your eyes, only to blush and step forward again. This time she succeeds in running the strap from just below your naval, between your thighs, and up to a similar mag-point at the small of your back. As it locked into place it pulled tight, the pressure not enough to trigger the response her touch had managed, but it was certainly distracting. "Now, $Zero," Doctor Asakuma said again, once more standing before you. She held in her hands three concerning looking objects, two phallic in shape, the last far smaller. "You likely do not recall in your state, but you will need to be fitted with your stim-inserts. I want you to take a deep breath and count to three." *Stim-inserts? At least she was warning you...* (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[1...2...->InsertPlugs]]

<img alt="blowsuit" src="images/gear/blowsuit.png"/> She went on *two*. An old doctor's trick. You're certain your wetsuit had been sealed between your legs, but the latex seemed to part at a command Asakuma entered, even as she drove her first hand forward. Something *entered* you. The first of the phalli, thick and smooth. A hole in the strap between your legs had guided it, and once the base of the dildo hilted against you it locked the intruder into place. Just in time for the second. That one was a bit smaller, but it had to be as it entered your rear, the sensation of something impaled there so strange and yet... (color: red + white)[Sanity -1] (set: $Arou to it - 1) You felt so full, each orifice below plugged, your mouth harboring the ballgag. It was getting harder to move the more they bound you, but what you could manage shifted the stim-plugs, your inner walls clenching hard around them. You had been wet since coming to in that attunement cell, but *this* was pushing you even further. Was it normal for someone to be so easily aroused by this sort of thing? To revel in it even when surrounded by men and women she didn't know? "They always love that part," Asakuma noted with a certain scholarly distance, even as she seemed to check her work. "This one not always as much." A *third* device entered you, though far smaller and intimate. It pushed into a channel which could barely fit it, instead of a plug feeling more like a tube that extended out from your belt-strap. "Catheter installed. Excellent work, team. You may complete her restraints." [[There was more?->Bendback]]

The doctors run half a dozen more belts to hardpoints on your waist and legs. Once secured they, to your great surprise, pull back suddenly on your ankles. You lose your footing immediately yet do not fall, the web of straps running from your body to the frame supporting you entirely. That of course only allows them to fold your legs further and further back, until they flank the ending tip of your armbinder. Securing them there, you hang like a trussed up toy. <img alt="curl" src="images/reg/curl.png"/> By no means is it comfortable, but you discover you're more flexible than you had expected. How many times had you been restrained like this? [[Doesn't matter, struggle!->FightHog]] [[Hang silently and try to remember...->RememberHog]]

<img alt="kasa" src="images/npc/kasa.png"/> The Doctor who had installed the belt that ran between your legs crouched down before you, for the first time allowing you a proper look at her. Short, with white hair and kind eyes, she stares at you with a quiet fascination none of the others had matched. "Hi," she all but whispered, even as she used a small cloth, wiping at your drool. "I'm Emily. Umm, Doctor Kasa I mean. I just transferred in from the outer settlements, and I've never met a wetware before, but--" "*Doctor.*" Asakuma's voice cut in sternly. "We have a timetable to keep, and besides, she is unlikely to remember much of today anyway. The flash they're subjected to is very intensive." "Right, sorry, sorry--" Kasa finished wiping your chin, her touch gentle, before withdrawing suddenly. "Wetware $Zero is ready for her final components." (set: $Con to it + 1) [[They STILL were not done?->FinalInstall]]

You tried to remember, closing your eyes, focusing through the comfortable blank that was your mind. Certainly you remembered doing this before, and not just once or twice. No... you could not explain why, but perhaps two dozen such experiences like this seemed about right. If only... A sudden sigh from Asakuma snapped your eyes back open, just in time to catch the long line of drool your musings had allowed to escape from your gag. "Doctor Kasa, clean that will you? We still must apply her mask." "Of course, Doctor." <img alt="kasa" src="images/npc/kasa.png"/> The Doctor who had installed the belt that ran between your legs crouched down before you, for the first time allowing you a proper look at her. Short, with white hair and kind eyes, she stares at you with a quiet fascination none of the others had matched. "Hi," she all but whispered, even as she used a small cloth, wiping at your drool. "I'm Emily. Umm, Doctor Kasa I mean. I just transferred in from the outer settlements, and I've never met a wetware before, but--" "*Doctor.*" Asakuma's voice cut in sternly. "We have a timetable to keep, and besides, she is unlikely to remember much of today anyway. The flash they're subjected to is very intensive." "Right, sorry, sorry--" Kasa finished wiping your chin, her touch gentle, before withdrawing suddenly. "Wetware $Zero is ready for her final components." (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[They STILL were not done?->FinalInstall]]

Doctor Asakuma moved back before you, flanked to each side by one of her assistants. One held (if: $SubCheck2 > 0)[a familiar bit of glossy material, the other what appeared to be a helmet. The first you recognized, it being the very same sort of blindfold that $Artemis had used on you earlier.](else:)[a strangely shaped bit of material, the other what appeared to be a helmet.] "Your blindfold," Asakuma noted the first item, then the other. "And your oxygen mask. This is how you breathe, when slotted in. I am showing you it so that you know to hold still once blindfolded, so that we can get the mask fitted to you. Understood?" She did not wait for an answer, but instead snapped her fingers. The first of the assistants strode forward, taking complete advantage of your suspended state of restraint. Sliding the blindfold into place, darkness over take you as she expertly snaps its locking components to the rest of your gag harness. <img alt="blindfold" src="images/gear/blindfold.png"/> (color: red)[You have been blindfolded!] (set: $Blindfold to true) As you shifted your head back and forth just a bit, searching for light, Asakuma's voice returned-- once again stern. "Be still, $Zero. Mask her." [[Hands seize your head.->FinallInstall2]]

<img alt="mask" src="images/gear/mask.png"/> "Align it better, across the bridge of her nose." "Checking oxygen and aphro lines, cleared and secured." "Vid-feed awaiting connection." "Affixing injection port." "Seal check... 100%. She is operating in her own environment now." Through it all, you could barely move. You felt the helmet slide into place, the firm rubber covering from chin to nose, the sudden lost sense of air moving across your face. The clamshell back came next, apparently fitted to every contour of your skull. Straps tightened it regardless, all of it settling over your gag and blindfold, layer upon layer. For a brief moment you couldn't breathe, but they must have turned something on as you inhale suddenly, though that's a fresh experience-- the effort a bit trying, and any hint of scent replaced by a sterile, all-encompassing rubber. "Engage her rebreather, attach her bubbler." What had been a somewhat difficult inhalation grew even harder-- it had sounded distant, as if you were exhaling from a tube mounted somewhere to the frame all around you. Whatever the rebreather and inhaler were, however, made the next breath seemingly impossible-- first the sound of something small inflating, then a contained liquid bubbling up. Were you... breathing through it somehow? <img alt="rebreather" src="images/gear/rebreather.png"/> That should have terrified you. Bound, gagged, blinded, and now struggling to breathe... why weren't you afraid? That question stuck to your mind like a black smear against an otherwise pure white expanse. You had been confused, yes. Angry, perhaps. Aroused... definitely. But not *afraid*. Had they taken that from you with the mental flash? At least your exhalation was easier, merciful even in comparison. Nevertheless it left you jealous of Doctor Asakuma, *she* was breathing easily enough as she spoke suddenly, sounding quite muffled. "Keep at it, $Zero. You will adapt quickly. And Doctor Kasa, do not look so worried. The rebreather and bubbler induce her to breathe in a regimented manner, as I'm sure you recall. Yes it is difficult, but since introduction it improved sync rates by nearly 3%. Essential technology, and $Zero will be using it for several hours at least. Let us proceed to the comms check." *Several hours?!* You would have gasped, but your breathing situation stifled that. [[Being so restricted... it was making you wet.->MaskWet]] [[Being so restricted... how could you stand this!?->MaskStand]]

(color: red + white)[Sanity -1] (set: $Arou to it - 1) It was all coming together. The mind wipe, the bondage, the uniform, being suspended, your mask, the difficult breathing-- it was all-encompassing, leaving you terribly aroused. Your holes ached, the plugs inside them making the frustration all the more compelling. Somewhere distant you heard voices, your name repeated, but that paled in comparison to being a glossy white thing bound and suspended, lost to your own little world... (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[Until a sudden jabbing pain at the side of your neck interceded.->GetStimmed]]

(color: blue)[Stamina decreased!] (set: $Stamina to it - 1) It was all coming together. The mind wipe, the bondage, the uniform, being suspended, your mask, the difficult breathing-- it was all-encompassing, the prospect of being left like this enough to drive you to struggle further. Against your mask, against the restraints, against the doctors who must be standing by just watch-- A *shock* hit you hard, instructive as it was blunt. You're left trying to gasp through your bubbler as a second pain hits... (set: $Con to it + 1) [[A sudden jabbing pain at the side of your neck.->GetCalmed]]

From that jab a sense of... calm flowed through you. It followed your veins, spreading out to your limbs and then collecting towards your red-hot sex. That cooled, the arousal fading, even if that left you all the more aching and frustrated. (set: $Arou to 5)(set: $Stamina to 3) (color: red + white)[Anti-Arousal Stim injected, Sanity reset!] (color: green)[Anti-Exhaustion Stim injected, Stamina reset!] And with the sudden clarity came a realization that Doctor Asakuma was speaking, and this time much more clearly, as if she was in your very ear. "...it is dangerous to use them when they are synced. Procedure does suggest giving wetware one of each as installation prep concludes, however. Cancels out any duress they endured since the mind flash. She should just about... ah, you can hear me, $Zero? Very good. I am transmitting through your helmet's radio link. Nod your head if it sounds clear." [[Nod weakly.->Install3]]

From that jab a sense of... calm flowed through you. It followed your veins, spreading out to your limbs and then collecting towards your sex. That cooled, the arousal fading, the pain in your bound limbs receding, even if that left you all the more aching and frustrated. (set: $Arou to 5)(set: $Stamina to 3) (color: red + white)[Anti-Arousal Stim injected, Sanity reset!] (color: green)[Anti-Exhaustion Stim injected, Stamina reset!] And with the sudden clarity came a realization that Doctor Asakuma was speaking, and this time much more clearly, as if she was in your very ear. "...it is dangerous to use them when they are synced. Procedure does suggest giving wetware one of each as installation prep concludes, however. Cancels out any duress they endured since the mind flash. She should just about... ah, you can hear me, $Zero? Very good. I am transmitting through your helmet's radio link. Nod your head if it sounds clear." [[Nod weakly.->Install3]]

"Good. Handler $Artemis, is your feed strong?" "(color: blue)[It is, Doctor.]" *Her* voice was even clearer, low and breathy as it so often was, but that only made it sweeter. You catch yourself before you looked around for her, blindfolded and helmeted as you are. "Excellent. $Zero, obviously you are not permitted to speak while installed, but you are fitted with a mind-to-text voxaphone. Use of it is allowed as necessary during deployment. It will be difficult to use while desynced, but I want you to confirm it is working for me. Focus on what you want to say, enunciate the words in your head, and give it a try." [[Think... "Can you hear this?"->CanHear]] [[Think... "Wetware 00 testing vox-function, do you read me?"->CanHearPro]] "Just let me say what I want!" (click-replace: "Just let me say what I want!")[[["Mm mgh mmh mmmgh ghh mggh!->CanSpeak]]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Can you hear this?]] The words flare to life on the HUD projected directly into your vision by your augmented eyes, and earning a response from outside your sealed little environment. "Yes," Doctor Asakuma responds, after what was presumably a moment to read the output. "Given your gag, this will be the only means of communication you are capable of, but mind the character limit-- and try to recall protocol? Instituting that program has not been as successful, given your mind flashes, but..." (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: 00? You're online? I've been installed for fifteen minutes already!]] "Ah," Asakuma noted with a sigh. "As you can see, all active Wetware have access to the channel." $Artemis chimed in with a bit of bemusement in her voice. "(color: blue)[And $Two has been installed for roughly ninety seconds, we are not behind schedule. Handler $Juno, don't allow your Wetware to lie about mission-critical information like that.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] [[Think... "That's what you deserve!"->CanShock]] [[Think... "It is good to hear your voice, Artemis."->CanArt]] [[Remain silent.->CanSilent]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Wetware 00 testing vox-function, do you read me?]] The words flare to life on the HUD projected directly into your vision by your augmented eyes, and earning a response from outside your sealed little environment. "Yes," Doctor Asakuma responds, after what was presumably a moment to read the output. "Given your gag, this will be the only means of communication you are capable of. I must also note, with approval, that you instinctually used proper protocol. Instituting that program has not been as successful, given your mind flashes, but..." (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: 00? You're online? I've been installed for fifteen minutes already!]] "Ah," Asakuma noted with a sigh. "As you can see, all active Wetware have access to the channel." $Artemis chimed in with a bit of bemusement in her voice. "(color: blue)[And $Two has been installed for roughly ninety seconds, we are not behind schedule. Juno, don't allow your Wetware to lie about mission-critical information like that.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[Think... "That's what you deserve!"->CanShock]] [[Think... "It is good to hear your voice, Artemis."->CanArt]] [[Remain silent.->CanSilent]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Just let me say what I want!]] The words flare to life on the HUD projected directly into your vision by your augmented eyes, and quickly earn a shock that erupts through your body. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] "(color: blue)[You will remember your place, $Zero.]" Artemis did not sound pleased. "Well," Doctor Asakuma responds, after what was presumably a moment to read the output. "Given your gag, this will be the only means of communication you are capable of, but mind the character limit-- and try to recall protocol? Instituting that program has not been as successful, given your mind flashes, but..." (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: 00? You're online? I've been installed for fifteen minutes already!]] "Ah," Asakuma noted with a sigh. "As you can see, all active Wetware have access to the channel." $Artemis chimed in with a bit of bemusement in her voice. "(color: blue)[And $Two has been installed for roughly ninety seconds, we are not behind schedule. Juno, don't allow your Wetware to lie about mission-critical information like that.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] (set: $Con to it + 1)(set: $Shocker to it + 1) [[Think... "That's what you deserve!"->CanShock]] [[Think... "It is good to hear your voice, Artemis."->CanArt]] [[Remain silent.->CanSilent]]

<img alt="crossed" src="images/002/crossed.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: That's what you deserve!]] In that moment you realize that if $Two had already been installed, that meant... she had to be like you, right? In her red wetsuit, restrained, suspended, blindfolded, gagged, breathing through a dissonance-cursed mask just like your own! It is a wonderful image, one that even sticks in your mind as a sudden shock lances through you. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Haha, see now--]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] "(color: blue)[Girls, enough!]" Artemis snapped. "(color: blue)[I'm muting the line for 60 seconds. $Two, focus on your launch. Doctor Asakuma? Slot $Zero in.]" You were still hyperventilating a bit, the shock of the well... *shock* having combined with your rebreather to force a focus on that. As you try, blind and swinging helplessly, you hear something mechanical begin to whisk... open? Yes. It was directly beneath you in fact, and not hard to imagine as to the source: the glass-like paneled floor had apparently opened. "Lab slot opened," Doctor Kasa said, muffled because she was not feeding into your helmet comms directly. "Opening Instrument 00's wetware slot." Despite your flashed mind, you could remember that. Your Instrument had a head, but the Wetware Slot was just behind it, heavily armored doors that could open in a rectangular fashion. Fully exposed, the resulting slot was... just about the same size as the framework you were currently suspended from. "Armored Doors opened. Slot cleared." One of the other doctors. "Oxygen, phero, data, sync, pump, and emergency ports primed and ready for pairing." "Handler $Artemis?" Doctor Asakuma now spoke, and you can almost imagine her hand hovering over a red button, safety glass flicked up and away. "Do I have your permission to slot (color: cyan)[Wetware 00]?" "(color: blue)[Permission Granted.]" (set: $Con to it + 1)(set: $Shocker to it + 1) [[The suspension frame shivered.->Insertion]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/artemis/smile.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: It is good to hear your voice, Artemis.]] "(color: blue)[I told you I would be with you every step of the way.]" $Artemis' smile broke through your flashed mind, a rare enough memory that you had apparently held onto it throughout. It seemed to match her tone, and certainly left you with a sense of... safety. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Oh, does 00 miss her hand--]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] In that moment you realize that if $Two had already been installed, that meant... she had to be like you, right? In her red wetsuit, restrained, suspended, blindfolded, gagged, breathing through a dissonance-cursed mask just like your own! It is a wonderful image, particularly as you imagine her quivering from the shock her system had just announced to everyone in the bastion. "You will behave yourself, $Two." That was Juno, it wasn't surprising she also had a connection to your shared channel. "Or I will hold down the shock button until you do. Is that clear?" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: ...yes ma'am.]] "(color: blue)[I will mute the line for 60 seconds as we slot $Zero.]" As if on cue you hear something mechanical begin to whisk... open? Yes. It was directly beneath you in fact, and not hard to imagine as to the source: the glass-like paneled floor had apparently opened. "Lab slot opened," Doctor Kasa said, muffled because she was not feeding into your helmet comms directly. "Opening Instrument 00's wetware slot." Despite your flashed mind, you could remember that. Your Instrument had a head, but the Wetware Slot was just behind it, heavily armored doors that could open in a rectangular fashion. Fully exposed, the resulting slot was... just about the same size as the framework you were currently suspended from. "Armored Doors opened. Slot cleared." One of the other doctors. "Oxygen, phero, data, sync, pump, and emergency ports primed and ready for pairing." "Handler $Artemis?" Doctor Asakuma now spoke, and you can almost imagine her hand hovering over a red button, safety glass flicked up and away. "Do I have your permission to slot (color: cyan)[Wetware 00]?" "(color: blue)[Permission Granted.]" [[The suspension frame shivered.->Insertion]]

<img alt="crossed" src="images/002/crossed.png"/> You remain silent, finding peace in not needing to speak. Gagged as you were, it seemed only natural anyway. Unfortunately for your fellow wetware however, she did not share that proclivity. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: I didn't need to be shocked, I--]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] In that moment you realize that if $Two had already been installed, that meant... she had to be like you, right? In her red wetsuit, restrained, suspended, blindfolded, gagged, breathing through a dissonance-cursed mask just like your own! It is a wonderful image, particularly as you imagine her quivering from the shock her system had just announced to everyone in the bastion. "You require every shock I give you, $Two." That was Juno, it wasn't surprising she also had a connection to your shared channel. "Just as $Zero requires when applied by $Artemis. You both need the supervision. Is that clear?" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: ...yes ma'am.]] "(color: blue)[I will mute the line for 60 seconds as we slot $Zero.]" As if on cue you hear something mechanical begin to whisk... open? Yes. It was directly beneath you in fact, and not hard to imagine as to the source: the glass-like paneled floor had apparently opened. "Lab slot opened," Doctor Kasa said, muffled because she was not feeding into your helmet comms directly. "Opening Instrument 00's wetware slot." Despite your flashed mind, you could remember that. Your Instrument had a head, but the Wetware Slot was just behind it, heavily armored doors that could open in a rectangular fashion. Fully exposed, the resulting slot was... just about the same size as the framework you were currently suspended from. "Armored Doors opened. Slot cleared." One of the other doctors. "Oxygen, phero, data, sync, pump, and emergency ports primed and ready for pairing." "Handler $Artemis?" Doctor Asakuma now spoke, and you can almost imagine her hand hovering over a red button, safety glass flicked up and away. "Do I have your permission to slot (color: cyan)[Wetware 00]?" "(color: blue)[Permission Granted.]" (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[The suspension frame shivered.->Insertion]]

Down you went, the frame around you aligned perfectly with a set of rails built into the Instrument's slot. Blind, bound, and hogtied you pass from the sterile confines of the lab and into a passage only exactly as wide as necessary. Thousands of pounds of armor envelop you and still you descend, a wetware's place being in the very heart of the torso-- centrally located for processing needs, and also because it was the most heavily armored. A final, conclusive *thunk* is paired with the sense of padding enveloping you all around. It was smooth to the touch, at least as far as your wetsuited body could discern, and seemed to be sculpted to your every contour. After several more heavy clunks you felt more of the padding folding in behind you, pressing up against your back, your thighs, your booted feet. And then? Silence, save for the blown-bubble sound of your inhalations. It persists for just long enough for a sense of claustrophobia to rise in you, though again without a sense of fear-- just the *knowing* of being completely entombed in a massive construct. "(color: blue)[$Zero, do you read me? Your radio link shows green across the board, good. We are going to plug in your inserts now. Hold steady.]" Before you could even focus on the words to ask what she meant, you suddenly felt *something* press up into the space between your legs. Positioned to be almost laying on your stomach (though in truth you were still suspended), with your legs folded up behind you and spread, there was ample room for that *something* to conform with and then align itself. With a mechanical whirl, it then pushed forward and *locked* into the bases of your plugs. "Front and rear plungers secured," came a voice, undoubtedly one of the myriad of Doctors overseeing the process. "Oxygen and Phero seals confirmed. She is running on system O2." "Slot seals confirmed, outer locks secured." "Sync ready." $Artemis' smooth voice returned. "(color: blue)[This is it, $Zero. We are going to insert your neural links, and sync you with your Instrument. It will feel strange, but that's expected. Once fully engaged, your instincts and sub-conscious training will assert itself. I cannot fully explain the sensation because I have never felt it-- those who can experience it are very rare indeed. That's why you're special, $Zero. That's why we need you.]" She paused, though you hear her take a deep breath away from whatever microphone she was using. When she returns, she had retaken her stern *Handler* voice. "(color: blue)[Wetware $Zero, confirm sync readiness.]" [[Think... "Wetware 00, ready to sync".->Insert2]] [[Think... "Yeah, I'm ready!"->Insert2v2]]

<img alt="sync" src="images/reg/sync.gif"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Wetware 00, ready to sync.]] At three points along your back, from the base of your neck to just above the tailbone, something pressed into you-- into the ports your wetsuit had waiting there. Seals, beneath which were your neural jacks, a triple set of implants designed for this singular purpose. (color: white)[**AND THE MUSIC STARTED.**] The Instrument flooded into you, miles of fiber-optic facsimile synapses spread in redundant clusters throughout its armored form. Subsystems layered upon subsystems, those that handled the weapons, those that stabilized it during locomotion, those that ran its sensory radars and diagnostics and its heat arrays. Altogether it was too much for any computer to manage, a bandwidth fiend that had burned out the greatest of supercomputers like a snapping finger. But an organic mind, sentient and thinking-- *that* had bandwidth to spare, if properly conditioned, flashed in preparation, and rigorously trained. You had been a mathematics savant as a child, the first precursor sign they looked for, and the others had followed. They had taken you from your parents while young, and flashed your mind for the first time-- long and hard, a system reboot of sorts. Then they had built you back up, teaching you what you needed to know, supplementing it with what you needed to remain stable. They had burned out most of the first generation by ignoring the latter, but lessons had been learned through the second and third generations. You are one of the fourth, a testament to mankind's ingenuity when backed up against the wall. [[Open your eyes.->Insert3]]

<img alt="sync" src="images/reg/sync.gif"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Yeah, I'm ready!]] At three points along your back, from the base of your neck to just above the tailbone, something pressed into you-- into the ports your wetsuit had waiting there. Seals, beneath which were your neural jacks, a triple set of implants designed for this singular purpose. (color: white)[**AND THE MUSIC STARTED.**] The Instrument flooded into you, miles of fiber-optic facsimile synapses spread in redundant clusters throughout its armored form. Subsystems layered upon subsystems, those that handled the weapons, those that stabilized it during locomotion, those that ran its sensory radars and diagnostics and its heat arrays. Altogether it was too much for any computer to manage, a bandwidth fiend that had burned out the greatest of supercomputers like a snapping finger. But an organic mind, sentient and thinking-- *that* had bandwidth to spare, if properly conditioned, flashed in preparation, and rigorously trained. You had been a mathematics savant as a child, the first precursor sign they looked for, and the others had followed. They had taken you from your parents while young, and flashed your mind for the first time-- long and hard, a system reboot of sorts. Then they had built you back up, teaching you what you needed to know, supplementing it with what you needed to remain stable. They had burned out most of the first generation by ignoring the latter, but lessons had been learned through the second and third generations. You are one of the fourth, a testament to mankind's ingenuity when backed up against the wall. [[Open your eyes.->Insert3]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> Instinct had you link into the Instrument's exterior cameras, pushing the feed through your neural jacks to eyes augmented for just this purpose. Had you been able to see the mismatch between your physical vision and the digital signal it would have desynced you, but *blindfolded* you only had the Instrument's eyes to see-- and with them you look down. You knelt in the decontamination pool, though the pad upon which you rested was already moving towards the exterior doorway, the decom-fluid draining out. Somewhere within you were a glossy white form strictly bound, but as your mind hummed this new song you found yourself thinking as the construct of steel that stretched below. Two thick legs, heavy armor across the torso, all of it painted grey. To your left rested a massive shield, your right gripped a sword. *Ranged weapons had to be used sparingly.* You knew that, and so many other things, but only *now*-- as part of the greater whole. Wetware and Instrument, singing a singular song you had always known. An ***Aria.*** (color: cyan)[WETWARE INSTALLED! Armor Tracking unlocked.] (set: $Suited to true)(set: $ArmorHide to false) "$A0 sync levels rising. 40%, 60%, all nominal." $Artemis' voice interceded. "(color: blue)[$A0, you're looking good. We're moving you to the staging field. How are you feeling?]" [[Think... "I have never felt better, Artemis."->LikeAria]] [[Think... "Ready to serve, ma'am."->NeatAria]] [[Think... "Like I could take on the world!"->ExciteAria]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: I have never felt better, Artemis.]] "(color: blue)[This is what you were made for. But you do have a job to do, upload incoming.]" Data flowed into the you as readily as the Instrument actually receiving the tight-beam, a flood of geographic maps, suggested routes, dissonance reporting, and a thousand other things your fully synced mind parsed and analyzed in moments. Even so, $Artemis proceeded with a brief-- that was tradition. "(color: blue)[Today units $A0 and $A2 will be escorting Taskforce Theta to Designated ROI B-3068, and will provide overwatch during scavenging operations. Theta deployed eight hours ago, and will meet you at the designated waypoint marker.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: This doesn't add up-- the route, it swerves towards an area of High Dissonant Activity, here near Waypoint Eight. That's not a scavenging profile, that's looking for a fight.]] It was only text, but you could almost read excitement in $Two's words. And she was right-- scavenging missions usually went out of their way to avoid trouble, and rarely were given Aria support, much less the deployment of two units. [[Remain silent.->Insert4]] [[Think... "Yeah, what is going on?"->Insert4A]] [[Think... "It is irregular, ma'am."->Insert4B]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Ready to serve, ma'am.]] "(color: blue)[Good, that is your purpose. Upload incoming.]" Data flowed into the you as readily as the Instrument actually receiving the tight-beam, a flood of geographic maps, suggested routes, dissonance reporting, and a thousand other things your fully synced mind parsed and analyzed in moments. Even so, $Artemis proceeded with a brief-- that was tradition. "(color: blue)[Today units $A0 and $A2 will be escorting Taskforce Theta to Designated ROI B-3068, and will provide overwatch during scavenging operations. Theta deployed eight hours ago, and will meet you at the designated waypoint marker.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: This doesn't add up-- the route, it swerves towards an area of High Dissonant Activity, here near Waypoint Eight. That's not a scavenging profile, that's looking for a fight.]] It was only text, but you could almost read excitement in $Two's words. And she was right-- scavenging missions usually went out of their way to avoid trouble, and rarely were given Aria support, much less the deployment of two units. (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[Remain silent.->Insert4]] [[Think... "Yeah, what is going on?"->Insert4A]] [[Think... "It is irregular, ma'am."->Insert4B]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Like I could take on the world!]] "(color: blue)[Good, but do try to maintain a bit more protocol. Now-- upload incoming.]" Data flowed into the you as readily as the Instrument actually receiving the tight-beam, a flood of geographic maps, suggested routes, dissonance reporting, and a thousand other things your fully synced mind parsed and analyzed in moments. Even so, $Artemis proceeded with a brief-- that was tradition. "(color: blue)[Today units $A0 and $A2 will be escorting Taskforce Theta to Designated ROI B-3068, and will provide overwatch during scavenging operations. Theta deployed eight hours ago, and will meet you at the designated waypoint marker.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: This doesn't add up-- the route, it swerves towards an area of High Dissonant Activity, here near Waypoint Eight. That's not a scavenging profile, that's looking for a fight.]] It was only text, but you could almost read excitement in $Two's words. And she was right-- scavenging missions usually went out of their way to avoid trouble, and rarely were given Aria support, much less the deployment of two units. (set: $Con to it + 1) [[Remain silent.->Insert4]] [[Think... "Yeah, what is going on?"->Insert4A]] [[Think... "It is irregular, ma'am."->Insert4B]]

$Artemis cleared her throat. "(color: blue)[Very astute, $Two. What I described is your *Primary Objective*, to keep the members of the Taskforce alive. We suspect that will involve only a few lower level entities at worst. But yes, you do have a secondary objective-- there have been... irregular reports from the area you outlined. The Taskforce was routed as it was to see if we can draw anything out. A calculated risk. If that does occur, you will defend the Taskforce and we will update operating parameters as necessary. Is that understood?]" (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[Think... "Yes, ma'am."->Insert5A]] [[Think... "So the Taskforce is... bait?"->Insert5B]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Yeah, what is going on?]] $Artemis cleared her throat. "(color: blue)[Allow me to explain, $Zero. What I described is your *Primary Objective*, to keep the members of the Taskforce alive. We suspect that will involve only a few lower level entities at worst. But yes, you do have a secondary objective-- there have been... irregular reports from the area you outlined. The Taskforce was routed as it was to see if we can draw anything out. A calculated risk. If that does occur, you will defend the Taskforce and we will update operating parameters as necessary. Is that understood?]" [[Think... "Yes, ma'am."->Insert5A]] [[Think... "So the Taskforce is... bait?"->Insert5B]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: It is irregular, ma'am.]] $Artemis cleared her throat. "(color: blue)[You are correct, $Zero. Allow me to explain. What I described is your *Primary Objective*, to keep the members of the Taskforce alive. We suspect that will involve only a few lower level entities at worst. But yes, you do have a secondary objective-- there have been... irregular reports from the area you outlined. The Taskforce was routed as it was to see if we can draw anything out. A calculated risk. If that does occur, you will defend the Taskforce and we will update operating parameters as necessary. Is that understood?]" (set: $Con to it + 1) [[Think... "Yes, ma'am."->Insert5A]] [[Think... "So the Taskforce is... bait?"->Insert5B]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Yes, ma'am.]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Yes, ma'am.]] Your response and $Two's came in nearly at the same time. "(color: blue)[Good girls. $A0, you should be clearing the decom bay in a moment. Once free, you may fully engage and rendezvous with $A2 at the perimeter.]" <img alt="launch" src="images/set/launch.png"/> As forewarned, you soon emerged out into the open air. Working through procedures that came to you as if pulling them from a database, which you effectively were, you cleared the decom-platform your Instrument rested on and finally rose. Up, ever upward, to your full and commanding height. Decom-fluid ran down sheet armor in rivulets as you got your bearings. Behind you would be the city, tightly packed towers encircled by the interior wall. As Wetware you had only ever explored its cacophony of shops, factories, and homes while escorted. As $A0, you were not permitted to operate inside without a VERY good reason. Thus the Bastion's placement, studded in the wall like particularly thick thorn. It had released you into the agricultural ring, the expanse of green fields and sparse facilities that stretched from the formidable inner wall out to the lesser outer perimeter. The latter was your destination. And so you started walking, 250 feet of heavily armored war machine, following the route your Handler and team had prescribed. The agricultural ring was sparsely inhabited but not entirely devoid of life, and at several points you found MPs blocking off intersections and a handful of onlookers. Your deployments always drew attention from the populace, but few had the clearance to leave the Inner City and see much in person. How many, you wondered, thought about the girl at the center of your towering Instrument? Of a glossy, curvy form so strictly restrained, isolated and overstimulated, her mind altogether spread throughout the machine and running terribly hot? [[The perimeter approaches.->Perm1]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: So the Taskforce is... bait?]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: I was wondering too...]] "(color: blue)[Mhmm. I would not advise thinking of it like that, but you are not exactly wrong. As I said-- a calculated risk. Better to flush out whatever is happening out there then waiting for it to hit our perimeter. Now-- $A0, you should be clearing the decom bay in a moment. Once free, you may fully engage and rendezvous with $A2 at the perimeter.]" <img alt="launch" src="images/set/launch.png"/> As forewarned, you soon emerged out into the open air. Working through procedures that came to you as if pulling them from a database, which you effectively were, you cleared the decom-platform your Instrument rested on and finally rose. Up, ever upward, to your full and commanding height. Decom-fluid ran down sheet armor in rivulets as you got your bearings. Behind you would be the city, tightly packed towers encircled by the interior wall. As Wetware you had only ever explored its cacophony of shops, factories, and homes while escorted. As $A0, you were not permitted to operate inside without a VERY good reason. Thus the Bastion's placement, studded in the wall like particularly thick thorn. It had released you into the agricultural ring, the expanse of green fields and sparse facilities that stretched from the formidable inner wall out to the lesser outer perimeter. The latter was your destination. And so you started walking, 250 feet of heavily armored war machine, following the route your Handler and team had prescribed. The agricultural ring was sparsely inhabited but not entirely devoid of life, and at several points you found MPs blocking off intersections and a handful of onlookers. Your deployments always drew attention from the populace, but few had the clearance to leave the Inner City and see much in person. How many, you wondered, thought about the girl at the center of your towering Instrument? Of a glossy, curvy form so strictly restrained, isolated and overstimulated, her mind altogether spread throughout the machine and running terribly hot? [[The perimeter approaches.->Perm1]]

<img alt="perm2" src="images/set/perm2.png"/> The Perimeter wall came into sight awhile later. Not nearly as impressive as the inner wall, it was however much more thoroughly garrisoned, an extensive effort to keep Dissonant Entities from slipping over and into the agricultural ring. Today all seemed quiet (and the patrol reports you downloaded confirmed that). $A2 waited near one of the gates, her sword stuck into the ground-- though she pulled it free at your approach, shouldering her shield anew. <img alt="mech" src="images/002/mech.jpg"/> $Two's Instrument was in many ways similar to your own-- Instruments improved over each generation, but it was more iterative than anything revolutionary. It was a bright red however, matching her wetsuit, armed as you were primarily with a heavy shield and sword. Her design was a bit lighter however, sacrificing some of the heavy armor you bore for a greater top speed. That aligned with the hammer/anvil doctrine of combat favored during Duets. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: You're here. Finally. Was just about to ask Juno to edge me to keep sync rates up, I hate waiting.]] (set: $Strike to 0)(set: $APC to 0)(set: $2Help to 0)(set: $Fight to 0) [[Think... "We aren't allowed to request stimulation."->Narc]] [[Think... "It was barely five minutes."->NarcNo]] [[Think... "Sorry, 02."->NarcSub]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: We aren't allowed to request stimulation.]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Ugh, don't be such a buzzkill. Come on.]] $A2 lead the way through the gate, soldiers waving as you passed by. Disassociated from yourself, it seemed hard in that moment to imagine being as small as they were. A desolate and rapidly deteriorating road stretched out before you-- work details generally had to be assigned escorts out here, and the backlog for such work was always long. If $A2 noticed your looking down, she didn't comment on it, instead hefting her sword a bit. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: You parse the reports on our last engagement? You let that M-E get behind you, that's always bad.]] Her phrasing, *did you parse the reports*, was poignant. You couldn't remember your last deployment, or any of the others since your activation as wetware. The mind flashes were necessary to pilot, to survive an encounter with an M-E-- Major Entity-- but your memories for the next 24 hours rarely survived. But you *had* read the reports, and you were right. Apparently you had lost the M-E behind your shield, and it had gotten around behind, a dangerous occurrence. A major weakness of your Instruments was a lack of flexibility, and reaching up and behind was nearly impossible. Amusing, really, given your physical form was currently wearing an armbinder, back arched, all but touching your own toes. (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[Think... "It won't happen again."->BackWont]] [[Think... "I still got the term."->BackTerm]] [[Think... "I was punished sufficiently."->BackPun]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: It was barely five minutes.]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Don't make we wait, next time. Come on.]] $A2 lead the way through the gate, soldiers waving as you passed by. Disassociated from yourself, it seemed hard in that moment to imagine being as small as they were. A desolate and rapidly deteriorating road stretched out before you-- work details generally had to be assigned escorts out here, and the backlog for such work was always long. If $A2 noticed your looking down, she didn't comment on it, instead hefting her sword a bit. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: You parse the reports on our last engagement? You let that M-E get behind you, that's always bad.]] Her phrasing, *did you parse the reports*, was poignant. You couldn't remember your last deployment, or any of the others since your activation as wetware. The mind flashes were necessary to pilot, to survive an encounter with an M-E-- Major Entity-- but your memories for the next 24 hours rarely survived. But you *had* read the reports, and you were right. Apparently you had lost the M-E behind your shield, and it had gotten around behind, a dangerous occurrence. A major weakness of your Instruments was a lack of flexibility, and reaching up and behind was nearly impossible. Amusing, really, given your physical form was currently wearing an armbinder, back arched, all but touching your own toes. (set: $Con to it + 1) [[Think... "It won't happen again."->BackWont]] [[Think... "I still got the term."->BackTerm]] [[Think... "I was punished sufficiently."->BackPun]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Sorry, 02.]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: I'll forgive you when you do better. Come on.]] $A2 lead the way through the gate, soldiers waving as you passed by. Disassociated from yourself, it seemed hard in that moment to imagine being as small as they were. A desolate and rapidly deteriorating road stretched out before you-- work details generally had to be assigned escorts out here, and the backlog for such work was always long. If $A2 noticed your looking down, she didn't comment on it, instead hefting her sword a bit. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: You parse the reports on our last engagement? You let that M-E get behind you, that's always bad.]] Her phrasing, *did you parse the reports*, was poignant. You couldn't remember your last deployment, or any of the others since your activation as wetware. The mind flashes were necessary to pilot, to survive an encounter with an M-E-- Major Entity-- but your memories for the next 24 hours rarely survived. But you *had* read the reports, and you were right. Apparently you had lost the M-E behind your shield, and it had gotten around behind, a dangerous occurrence. A major weakness of your Instruments was a lack of flexibility, and reaching up and behind was nearly impossible. Amusing, really, given your physical form was currently wearing an armbinder, back arched, all but touching your own toes. [[Think... "It won't happen again."->BackWont]] [[Think... "I still got the term."->BackTerm]] [[Think... "I was punished sufficiently."->BackPun]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: It won't happen again.]] The red-armored machine looked back at you. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: It better not, with $Five out-of-action for a few weeks we are all the city has.]] "(color: blue)[$A0, $A2!]" $Artemis' voice broke through a bit of static, your distance from the city already considerable. "(color: blue)[You're coming up on Taskforce Theta. They are engaged, I repeat *engaged* with an L-E pack. Should be able to handle it, but you will make far shorter work of it. Double time, girls!]" Within your towering steel form, a soft, smooth white body quivered as the plugs inside it purred to life. The effort was gentle, but you were *sensitive*, and being utterly incapable of escaping the vibrators, much less even *touching* them with your hands made it all the more exciting-- and that by itself pushed you into a run. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Finally! Let's go!]] $A2 must have been experiencing the same, as she broke into a similar loping gait, her Instrument's higher speeds allowing her to get out ahead of you. In the distance, muzzle flashes became apparent amongst a small clump of buildings that may have once served as a waystation along the highway. Taskforce Theta had circled the wagons, their armored vehicles firing down the various thoroughfares between the buildings. Their targets generally varied in size and shape-- the Dissonant came in all sorts of shapes-- but were generally about ten feet high, perched on two legs or running on all fours, animal-like with studded carapaces and glistening jaws. They moved with remarkable speed, leaping between buildings, trying to draw closer. <img alt="critter" src="images/npc/critter.png"/> You could rush in with your sword, but your Instrument also wielded secondary Saturation Missiles-- designed for use against distant targets. They had a considerable area of effect, but luckily the L-E (Lesser Entity) had yet to close range with their targets. [[Push in close with your sword!->PickSword]] [[Fire a missile barrage from range!->PickMissiles]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: I still got the term.]] The red-armored machine looked back at you. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Yeah, and $Five got hurt for it. Good job, hero.]] "(color: blue)[$A0, $A2!]" $Artemis' voice broke through a bit of static, your distance from the city already considerable. "(color: blue)[You're coming up on Taskforce Theta. They are engaged, I repeat *engaged* with an L-E pack. Should be able to handle it, but you will make far shorter work of it. Double time, girls!]" Within your towering steel form, a soft, smooth white body quivered as the plugs inside it purred to life. The effort was gentle, but you were *sensitive*, and being utterly incapable of escaping the vibrators, much less even *touching* them with your hands made it all the more exciting-- and that by itself pushed you into a run. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Finally! Let's go!]] $A2 must have been experiencing the same, as she broke into a similar loping gait, her Instrument's higher speeds allowing her to get out ahead of you. In the distance, muzzle flashes became apparent amongst a small clump of buildings that may have once served as a waystation along the highway. Taskforce Theta had circled the wagons, their armored vehicles firing down the various thoroughfares between the buildings. Their targets generally varied in size and shape-- the Dissonant came in all sorts of shapes-- but were generally about ten feet high, perched on two legs or running on all fours, animal-like with studded carapaces and glistening jaws. They moved with remarkable speed, leaping between buildings, trying to draw closer. <img alt="critter" src="images/npc/critter.png"/> You could rush in with your sword, but your Instrument also wielded secondary Saturation Missiles-- designed for use against distant targets. They had a considerable area of effect, but luckily the L-E (Lesser Entity) had yet to close range with their targets. (set: $Con to it + 1) [[Push in close with your sword!->PickSword]] [[Fire a missile barrage from range!->PickMissiles]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: I was punished sufficiently.]] The red-armored machine looked back at you. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: I saw that in the reports too. $Five got hurt, but you got solitary for a week. We can do better.]] "(color: blue)[$A0, $A2!]" $Artemis' voice broke through a bit of static, your distance from the city already considerable. "(color: blue)[You're coming up on Taskforce Theta. They are engaged, I repeat *engaged* with an L-E pack. Should be able to handle it, but you will make far shorter work of it. Double time, girls!]" Within your towering steel form, a soft, smooth white body quivered as the plugs inside it purred to life. The effort was gentle, but you were *sensitive*, and being utterly incapable of escaping the vibrators, much less even *touching* them with your hands made it all the more exciting-- and that by itself pushed you into a run. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Finally! Let's go!]] $A2 must have been experiencing the same, as she broke into a similar loping gait, her Instrument's higher speeds allowing her to get out ahead of you. In the distance, muzzle flashes became apparent amongst a small clump of buildings that may have once served as a waystation along the highway. Taskforce Theta had circled the wagons, their armored vehicles firing down the various thoroughfares between the buildings. Their targets generally varied in size and shape-- the Dissonant came in all sorts of shapes-- but were generally about ten feet high, perched on two legs or running on all fours, animal-like with studded carapaces and glistening jaws. They moved with remarkable speed, leaping between buildings, trying to draw closer. <img alt="critter" src="images/npc/critter.png"/> You could rush in with your sword, but your Instrument also wielded secondary Saturation Missiles-- designed for use against distant targets. They had a considerable area of effect, but luckily the L-E (Lesser Entity) had yet to close range with their targets. (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[Push in close with your sword!->PickSword]] [[Fire a missile barrage from range!->PickMissiles]]

<img alt="sword" src="images/gear/sword.png"/> Adjusting your sword grip, you rushed in. $A2 had paused to aim, her particle beam flashing as you went by, a distant L-E tumbling off a building in an explosion of gore. With your choice to close however, you felt the vibrators lodged inside your body increase their vibrations-- then pull *out*, perhaps a quarter of the way, only to plunge back into you. It felt good, no-- ***wonderful***, each stroke pumping at your wet slit and eager rear. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Anti-Dissonance Measures Activated]] (set: $Strike to 1) You had no control over *that* particular function of your Instrument, the system semi-automated, semi-controlled by your Handler back at the Bastion. But it was essential. As your arousal rose, your mind fuzzed, combining with the latent aftereffects of your mind flash. Your consciousness emptied, the beginnings of a battle-lust starting-- increasing your sync rates *and* making you resistant to Dissonance. These lesser entities radiated only a bit of the stuff, but it was procedure. [[Moan, and strike!->PickSword2]]

<img alt="sat" src="images/gear/sat.png"/> At your mental command a targeting overlay flashed across your blindfolded eyes, a half dozen of the monsters outlined in little cyan boxes. Each blinked for a moment until a targeting lock engaged, and you fired. Panels on your Instrument's shoulders rolled open, a pair of missiles streaking out. Instead of heading directly towards the L-E, they arched upward, then blew apart into a multitude of smaller explosives that rained down. Each of the six targets blew apart in clouds of black-blooded gore. A good choice-- they likely would have scattered if you had gone in sword-first. At your side, $A2 had deployed her particle cannon, picking a few off at far longer range. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Nice shot, but they are getting swamped-- let's get in closer!]] She burst into a sprint and you followed, only to feel the vibrators lodged inside your body increase their vibrations-- then pull *out*, perhaps a quarter of the way, only to plunge back into you. It felt good, no-- ***wonderful***, each stroke pumping at your wet slit and eager rear. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Anti-Dissonance Measures Activated]] (set: $Strike to 1) You had no control over *that* particular function of your Instrument, the system semi-automated, semi-controlled by your Handler back at the Bastion. But it was essential. As your arousal rose, your mind fuzzed, combining with the latent aftereffects of your mind flash. Your consciousness emptied, the beginnings of a battle-lust starting-- increasing your sync rates *and* making you resistant to Dissonance. These lesser entities radiated only a bit of the stuff, but it was procedure. [[You moan, wetly.->PickMissiles2]]

<img alt="sword" src="images/gear/sword.png"/> Your moan was not translated by your vox device-- it was indeed tuned to ignore such outbursts from wetware, which would have otherwise clogged the comm line. Your first target meanwhile had its back turned to you, its powerful legs tensing for another leap. The blade in your hands came down with practiced precision, cleaving the monster in two, its black blood smearing the silvery weapon as you spun, driving it into another. A third fell to a kick, the L-E slamming into one of the buildings opposite. The others nearby had scattered, recognizing your threat. With your missiles you likely would have gotten more of them-- and they had been both far enough from you and the soldiers to be useable, but you were doing well regardless. Pounding up to the circle of armored vehicles, you caught a glimpse of $A2 between two buildings, sliding into attack with her own sword. Black bursts on several of the upper building floors suggested she had sniped a few from afar. Your new vantage however revealed a new threat-- a larger beat, still an L-E, but perhaps 50 feet tall. It was bearing down on an armored vehicle while a dozen or so of the smaller variants skittered along the sides of the buildings nearby. Already they were too close for ranged attack, but darting in to head off the big one would allow the smaller foes to jump onto you. In a pack like that, they could seek the gaps in your armored plating. Either way, you had only seconds to choose. [[Charge the beast, save the soldiers.->SaveSold]] [[Sacrifice the APC, engage the enemy safely.->KillSold]]

<img alt="critter2" src="images/npc/critter2.png"/> Your Handler might have chosen differently, but she had gone quiet-- in the midst of combat, only you had the reaction time to make these sorts of decisions. So in you went, putting yourself between the APC and the charging Entity. Besides its greater size it was armored too, your first strike glancing off a plate. Turning the blade, it pushed in, forcing you to catch it with your shield. And as expected, the smaller Entities began leaping down, onto your shoulders and back. (set: $Armor to it - 1) (color: red)[Armor -1] They sought the seams of your armor, digging in, ripping at whatever gave way to their greedy claws. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: $Zero! You idiot!]] Despite her words, $A2 fired several times from behind you, picking off the smaller Entities one-by-one with her rifle. That freed you to focus on the larger monster, and just in time, as it seemed to notice its allies were falling. Pivoting suddenly, it circled your shield-- not towards you as expected, but around, towards the APC still behind you. Opening its mandibles, you knew what was coming before it spit forth-- black bile, Concentrated Dissonance. If those soldiers were hit, it would eat through the armor and skin of the lucky ones-- the survivors would be cursed with far worse. [[This is your chance, gut the Entity!->KillEnt]] [[Throw yourself between the soldiers and bile!->DiveBile]]

<img alt="critter2" src="images/npc/critter2.png"/> Your Handler might have chosen differently, but she had gone quiet-- in the midst of combat, only you had the reaction time to make these sorts of decisions. So you held back, letting the smaller Entities jump down, swarming the APC. The soldiers fought heartedly, but those not inside the armored vehicle were separated, wrapped into a gel-like substance the Entities spit, and quickly carried away. That gave you just the opportunity you needed to leap over them however, the much larger Entity-- and greater threat-- now all alone. Besides its greater size it was armored too, your first strike glancing off its armor, forcing you to bring up your shield in defense. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: $Zero! Term that thing!]] Trusting you to take on the larger foe, she had turned her particle rifle on the smaller entities, scattering the rest from the APC. The larger entity seemed to notice its sudden isolation. Pivoting suddenly, it circled your shield-- not towards you as expected, but around, towards the APC still behind you. Opening its mandibles, you knew what was coming before it spit forth-- black bile, Concentrated Dissonance. If those soldiers were hit, it would eat through the armor and skin of the lucky ones-- the survivors would be cursed with far worse. (set: $APC to it + 1) [[This is your chance, gut the Entity!->KillEnt]] [[Throw yourself between the soldiers and bile!->DiveBile]]

Pounding up to the circle of armored vehicles, you lose $A2 in the sidestreets, only to catch a glimpse of her between two buildings, sliding into attack with her own sword. Your new vantage however revealed a new threat-- a larger beat, still an L-E, but perhaps 50 feet tall. It was bearing down on an armored vehicle while a dozen or so of the smaller variants skittered along the sides of the buildings nearby. Already they were too close for ranged attack, but darting in to head off the big one would allow the smaller foes to jump onto you. In a pack like that, they could seek the gaps in your armored plating. Either way, you had only seconds to choose. [[Charge the beast, save the soldiers.->SaveSold]] [[Sacrifice the APC, engage the enemy safely.->KillSold]]

<img alt="critter2" src="images/npc/critter2.png"/> The Dissonance splattered across the APC, slipping into firing ports, air vents, and even if those were all closed, eating through the steel itself. Nothing was more potent, and while you *were* heavily armored enough to shake off that relatively small amount, it would have required greater use of anti-Dissonance countermeasures. And that was the real threat-- for exposure to the stuff affected the *mind*. Anyone pulled from that APC would addled at best, their sense of self utterly destroyed if the exposure was bad enough. You would have had your stimulators and mind flash as a shield, a sacrifice that gave you protection against Dissonance, but you had made your choice-- and steeled your blade. (set: $Strike to it - 1) It drove into the large Entity's gut, sliding off a plate then catching on a seam. You pushed, black blood pouring out and across your blade. Every part of the monster had Dissonance, but the carcass far less than that which it had spit. And as it died you pulled your blade out, turning, only to find the little battle done. (set: $APC to it + 1) [[You had won!->EndFirstFight]]

<img alt="critter2" src="images/npc/critter2.png"/> With everything you had, you lurched to the side, catching some of the Dissonance on your shield but allowing much of it to slather across your chest. It was black as night, and soaked in quickly, eating through a bit of steel. You were heavily armored enough to survive that however, the *real* danger came from what the Dissonance did to the *mind*. The stuff affected the *mind*, exposure from concentrate like that enough to addle most minds, and utterly destroy many. You were special though. Prepared for this. As the Dissonance emanated from the bile it struggled to find purchase on your flashed mind, and in response your countermeasures amped up further. Both vibrators, already working back and forth inside you, sped up even quicker. (set: $Arou to it - 1) (color: red + white)[Sanity -1] You moaned again, drooling inside your mask, struggling to breathe as the dildos pumped back and forth. Arousal was the only surefire means yet found to counteract Dissonance, a stronger song than that black dirge, and your training had ensured you could take a *lot* of it. It would have been humiliating to think about yourself, bent over and being fucked while soldiers fought around you, but the stimulation only furthered your battle lust-- pushing out such extraneous thoughts, replacing it with purity of focus. You harnessed it from where you landed on your side, swinging your sword up-- and clear through the monster's neck. Black blood burst like a fountain from the stump you left. Every part of the monster had Dissonance, but the carcass far less than that which it had spit. And as it died you pushed back to your feet, turning, only to find the little battle done. [[You had won!->EndFirstFight]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> (if: $APC is 0)[Soldiers poured from the little APC you had saved, men and women both, cheering up at your towering bulk-- even as they backed off slightly as the Dissonant bile melted away. In daylight it persisted for only a few moments. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: You saved them all. Stupid, now you're damaged.]] Artemis' voice cut in. "(color: blue)[That's true, $Two. Ultimately we have a good deal of soldiers-- and only three wetware, currently. Some might call those men expendable. But you are their protectors, girls. This is your purpose. Good job, $Zero.]"](else-if: $APC is 1)[The soldiers of the APC, reduced in number by half, had little to celebrate. Immediately they broke into containment protocols, spraying their comrades with decom-spray. It could not heal those splashed by Dissonance, or recover those taken by the Entities, but it would prevent further exposure. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: You saved some of them. Now you're damaged, but at least you were sort of smart about it.]] Artemis' voice cut in. "(color: blue)[That's true, $Two. Ultimately we have a good deal of soldiers-- and only three wetware, currently. Some might call those men expendable. But you are their protectors, girls. This is your purpose. Good job, $Zero.]"](else-if: $APC is 2)[Soldiers from other vehicles sprinted towards the one you had sacrificed for the greater good, spraying it down with decon-spray. It could not heal the survivors that emerged, already appearing dazed (the first symptom of Dissonance), but it would keep them from spreading it further. Those who were taken by the smaller Entities would have to be written off. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Not bad, $Zero. I wanted the big one, but you termed it clean.]] Artemis' voice cut in. "(color: blue)[That's true, $Two. Were have a good deal of soldiers-- and only three wetware, currently. Some might call those men expendable. But you are their protectors, girls. This is your purpose. I think you could have done more, $Zero.]" ](else:)[BROKEN REPORT ME] Whatever the outcome, as your adrenaline filtered out you momentarily found yourself recognizing an intense... ache, deep inside your armored bulk. Your body, your *real* body, had been left breathing hard from the exertion, still fighting your mask, while your muscles ached and twitched. Checking your chronometer, you realized it had already been three hours since installation. So strictly bound, you were starting to tire. (set: $Stamina to it - 1) (color: blue)[Stamina lost!] Forcefully you suppressed that sense of yourself, becoming the machine again. But not before the voices in your ears noticed. "Sync rate drop in Wetware $Zero. Similar degradation in $Two." (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: I'm fine!]] You can hear a bit of concern in $Artemis' voice, at least until she covered it with stern confidence. "(color: blue)[You still have another two hours to the Waypoint we discussed, the questionable one. And then another hour to the Scavenge site. I will authorize a round of stim-injections there, but for now... we should have known about that big L-E. They don't come into safe zones like that, usually.]" "Proximity suggests it came from our Waypoint-of-Interest," another voice noted. Doctor Asakuma, you realized. "(color: blue)[And that's what worries me.,]" $Artemis replied, "(color: blue)[We will just have to be careful. Girls, take flanking positions on the convoy.]" [[As your Instrument moved to comply, somewhere within you drooled in your mask.->InterestStart]]

Time seemed to slow as you march along the desolate road, green lichen-covered plains stretching out in every direction. Occasionally you passed a clump of more advanced life, usually a stand of trees or a suddenly verdant wellspring of flowers, but life out here struggled. Dissonance was spread unevenly across the world, but over time rainfall tended to leave residual amounts on everything. This was turning into an endurance run. You knew you had been trained this, flexibility and fortitude being constant concerns for your physical body, but being so strictly bound for hours on end allowed the building aches and pains to occasionally pierce your battle-lust. Sync rates fluttered as a result, even as your stimulators and pumping phalli continued to work your holes. But your secondary objective came into view eventually. The road curved towards what your geographic surveys indicated was a rare surviving forest-- or at least it *had* been during the last patrol pass. Much had changed. From a distance it looked as if a forest fire hard ripped through, blackened trunks standing up like rotten teeth. But zooming your optics in revealed strange, otherworldly hollowing out of trunk centers, thick root systems at the bottom and a sickly canopy of empty branches above. Leaves had browned and fallen like winter was approaching-- you had trouble remembering dates, but a quick check of a calendar confirmed it was far too early. And a white looking ash covered the ground, building up into small dunes where the wind had blown it. <img alt="foreset" src="images/set/forest.png"/> "(color: blue)[$A2 and $A0 halt-- we are reading extreme Dissonance ahead. Repeat, Rating IV levels of ambient Dissonance. Hold position, we are analyzing.]" $A2 halted as ordered, pressing her shield into the ground and seemingly resting against it as she looked over the strangely corrupted forest. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: What do you think, $Zero?]] (set: $Strike to 0) [[Think... "That doesn't look good."->NoGoodForest]] [[Think... "That looks like a trap.->TrapForest]] [[Think... "We are Wetware, we don't think."->WetForest]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: That doesn't look good.]] You could almost here the huff from your fellow Wetware. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: True that.]] It took a few minutes for $Artemis to come to a decision. "(color: blue)[Listen up, girls. That forest is far too heavily irradiated with Dissonance for the convoy to move through. They have been ordered to pull back and form a defensive position while you both investigate further.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: We are going to get bathed in Dissonance!]] As if in response you felt your stimulators spin up further, twisting inside you, working your sore slit. Even after hours of vibration is still felt so *good*, enough to narrow your vision and clear your mind, even as you moaned loudly into your gag. It's not hard to imagine $Two undergoing the same. "(color: blue)[We will keep your inserts running hard to compensate. The convoy's scanner array isn't picking up any movement, but I want you to particularly careful. Watch each others backs. Is that understood?]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Yes, ma'am.]] (set: $Con to it + 1) [[Think... "Yes, ma'am."->Forest2]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: That looks like a trap.]] You could almost here the huff from your fellow Wetware. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Think so? Anything big would find it hard to hide in there.]] It took a few minutes for $Artemis to come to a decision. "(color: blue)[Listen up, girls. That forest is far too heavily irradiated with Dissonance for the convoy to move through. They have been ordered to pull back and form a defensive position while you both investigate further.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: We are going to get bathed in Dissonance!]] As if in response you felt your stimulators spin up further, twisting inside you, working your sore slit. Even after hours of vibration is still felt so *good*, enough to narrow your vision and clear your mind, even as you moaned loudly into your gag. It's not hard to imagine $Two undergoing the same. "(color: blue)[We will keep your inserts running hard to compensate. The convoy's scanner array isn't picking up any movement, but I want you to particularly careful. Watch each others backs. Is that understood?]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Yes, ma'am.]] (set: $Con to it + 1) [[Think... "Yes, ma'am."->Forest2]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: We are Wetware, we don't think.]] You could almost here the huff from your fellow Wetware. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: It was a turn of-- ugh, nevermind. Handler's pet.]] It took a few minutes for $Artemis to come to a decision. "(color: blue)[Listen up, girls. That forest is far too heavily irradiated with Dissonance for the convoy to move through. They have been ordered to pull back and form a defensive position while you both investigate further.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: We are going to get bathed in Dissonance!]] As if in response you felt your stimulators spin up further, twisting inside you, working your sore slit. Even after hours of vibration is still felt so *good*, enough to narrow your vision and clear your mind, even as you moaned loudly into your gag. It's not hard to imagine $Two undergoing the same. "(color: blue)[We will keep your inserts running hard to compensate. The convoy's scanner array isn't picking up any movement, but I want you to particularly careful. Watch each others backs. Is that understood?]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Yes, ma'am.]] (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[Think... "Yes, ma'am."->Forest2]]

<img alt="forest" src="images/set/forest.png"/> Together you approached the forest with $A2, heavy footfalls echoing through the brittle branches ahead. All was still and silent, so intensely in fact you briefly became aware of your own strained breathing. That rebreather was deeply frustrating, but you had adapted, each breath a regimented, meditative effort you were only rarely aware of. $A2 thumped her shield on the ground. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: I'll lead. Best foot forward, you know.]] That would certainly assuage her pride, but you were the more heavily armored Aria. Proper protocol suggested she should let you lead. [[Think... "No, I'm taking point. More armor."->TakeLead]] [[Allow 02 to lead the way.->TwoLead]]

<img alt="forest" src="images/set/forest.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: No, I'm taking point. More armor.]] Your assertion-- and a quickened gait to take the lead, was met with an angry gesture from $A2, but she didn't question your tactics further. Together you entered the sickened perimeter of the forest. Warnings flared to life across your HUD as your Instrument noted the rising Dissonance, but your mind was empty, your body squirming with each shove of the cocks into your body, each wonderfully teasing wave of pleasure that wracked your cunt. Every crack and crevice of your mind was smoothed over or filled with the sensation, leaving the creeping madness nothing upon which to grab hold. "(color: blue)[Remember, girls--]" $Artemis' voice came in crackly, the Dissonance levels high enough to even warp radio. "(color: blue)[Keep to your own song, do not follow Dissonant notes, trust in your desire. You are--]" An ash-bank to your left suddenly burst apart, a black *thing* emerging! (set: $Con to it + 1) [[Shield up!->TakeLead2]]

<img alt="forest" src="images/set/forest.png"/> You remained quiet, allowing $A2 to take the lead. She did so happily, even twirling her sword in a flourish as she moved ahead. Together you entered the sickened perimeter of the forest. Warnings flared to life across your HUD as your Instrument noted the rising Dissonance, but your mind was empty, your body squirming with each shove of the cocks into your body, each wonderfully teasing wave of pleasure that wracked your cunt. Every crack and crevice of your mind was smoothed over or filled with the sensation, leaving the creeping madness nothing upon which to grab hold. "(color: blue)[Remember, girls--]" $Artemis' voice came in crackly, the Dissonance levels high enough to even warp radio. "(color: blue)[Keep to your own song, do not follow Dissonant notes, trust in your desire. You are--]" An ash-bank to your left suddenly burst apart, a black *thing* emerging! (set: $Obe to it + 1) [[It was right beside 02!->TwoLead2]]

To use your shield was a good gut instinct, but your position in the lead left you precious little time to react-- and the thing was *fast*. It was up on its feet, and a good 25 feet *taller* than you in the blink of an eye. Gleaming red slashed outward, two bouncing off your shield, one your chest plating, but the last drove hard into a shoulder joint. And it felt... good? (color: red + white)[Sanity -1] (set: $Arou to it - 1) Your vibrators! They had jolted you with a heavy purr, a reaction to the black bile you saw running down the spine of the knife lodged in your shoulder. Concentrated Dissonance! With a lurch you pulled back, getting your first good look at your foe. <img alt="evilmech" src="images/npc/evilmech.png"/> It was a Dissonant Entity, but... mechanical? Far more lithe than your armored form, six arms and a serrated tail each moved with unnerving independence. A singular blood red eye stared out from a vaguely humanoid face. That didn't make any sense-- Dissonant Entities were animals, creatures of instinct, but this looked like... a twist Instrument. Your Handler's booming voice broke through the surprise. "(color: blue)[--repeat, Major Dissonant Entity confirmed! Code Black! Get me readings on its capabilities, that can't be ri--]" You lose track of her words as the Entity darts in again, a whirlwind of blades. [[Fend it off with your sword!->EntSword]] [[Use your shield, defend!->EntShield]]

<img alt="evilmech" src="images/npc/evilmech.png"/> You bring up your sword quickly, but it was even quicker, moving with a dancer's elegant grace to dodge the blade. And that was all it took to get inside your defense, knives gouging at your body, ripping at your armor. (color: red)[Armor -1] (set: $Armor to it - 1) It may have been all over there had $A2 not come in from the side, driving her sword like a spear. The Entity dodged that too, but was forced to take several steps in retreat. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Damn thing-- it's so fast!]] "(color: blue)[Focus, girls!]" $Artemis shouted, just as a data upload hit your tightbeam feed. Observed characteristics you had witnessed were already being parsed, sorted, and fed into your combat subroutines. Your mind burned as the data passed through it. "(color: blue)[It is too fast to engage individually.]" The Entity meanwhile danced back further, seeking distance. "(color: blue)[You will need to work together, corner it, make it-- $A2 watch out!]" You expected a knife, but the Entity was still far away. Indeed it had stopped altogether, leaning forward, armored shutters around the blood red eye opened further, staring at you, looking at *you*. Not the Instrument, but the girl within. It was looking at ***you.*** (color: white)[(font: "courier new")[(text-style: "blurrier")[???: ...help...]]] Was it... messaging you? [[Try and listen to it.->EntListen]] [[Dodge to the side!->EntDodge]]

<img alt="evilmech" src="images/npc/evilmech.png"/> You play defense, and smartly too. The thing was too fast to intercept on approach, it likely would have gotten in far too close if you had tried. Your shield however was like a wall it bounced off of, knives clattering uselessly as it gouged deep troughs in the think steel. It only halted as $A2 moved in from the side, driving her sword like a spear. The Entity dodged back and forced her to miss, but that required several steps in retreat. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Damn thing-- it's so fast!]] "(color: blue)[Focus, girls!]" $Artemis shouted, just as a data upload hit your tightbeam feed. Observed characteristics you had witnessed were already being parsed, sorted, and fed into your combat subroutines. Your mind burned as the data passed through it. "(color: blue)[It is too fast to engage individually.]" The Entity meanwhile danced back further, seeking distance. "(color: blue)[You will need to work together, corner it, make it-- $A2 watch out!]" You expected a knife, but the Entity was still far away. Indeed it had stopped altogether, leaning forward, armored shutters around the blood red eye opened further, staring at you, looking at *you*. Not the Instrument, but the girl within. It was looking at ***you.*** (color: white)[(font: "courier new")[(text-style: "blurrier")[???: ...help...]]] Was it... messaging you? [[Try and listen to it.->EntListen]] [[Dodge to the side!->EntDodge]]

Having chosen to lead, it was $Two caught in the ambush, her shield coming up quickly-- but not quickly enough. The thing was *fast*, and a good 25 feet taller than you both as it sprung to its feet in the blink of an eye. Gleaming red lights slashed outward, two bouncing off her shield, one her chest plating, but the last drove hard into her shoulder joint. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Mmmmmmhhh!!]] It was rare for a moan to be picked up on a vox, suggesting a sudden spike in $Two's vibrators. You realize why they had engaged moments later, as black bile ran down the spine of the knife lodged in her shoulder. Concentrated Dissonance! With a lurch she pulled back, clearing your way to get a good look at the foe. <img alt="evilmech" src="images/npc/evilmech.png"/> It was a Dissonant Entity, but... mechanical? Far more lithe than your armored form, six arms and a serrated tail each moved with unnerving independence. A singular blood red eye stared out from a vaguely humanoid face. That didn't make any sense-- Dissonant Entities were animals, creatures of instinct, but this looked like... a twisted Instrument. Your Handler's booming voice broke through the surprise. "(color: blue)[--repeat, Major Dissonant Entity confirmed! Code Black! Get me readings on its capabilities, that can't be ri--]" You lose track of her words as the Entity darts in again, a whirlwind of blades. [[Fend it off with your sword!->EntSword]] [[Use your shield, defend!->EntShield]]

<img alt="evilmech" src="images/npc/evilmech.png"/> You remain still, transfixed by the words blinking to life on your HUD. Dissonant Entities, even the Major Entities like this one, did not communicate. And yet the words continued, laborious... (color: white)[(font: "courier new")[(text-style: "blurrier")[???: ...help...]]] (color: white)[(font: "courier new")[(text-style: "blur")[???: ...free you...]]] (color: white)[(font: "courier new")[???: ...help free you from the silence!]] (color: red + white)[Sanity -1] (set: $Arou to it - 1) (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Idiot Wetware!]] $Two's text broke through your reverie just as you were slammed to the side, her armored form colliding with your own, pushing you out of the Entity's glare. Your battle-lust returned in an instant, clarity that allowed you to realize you had been standing completely still for several moments-- and were far more aroused than you had been moments before. "(color: blue)[You are not permitted to listen to its song, $Zero! Shake it off!]" The Entity broke from its pose as well, hissing a sound that screeched through your exterior microphones, moments before two of its arms lashed out. The Dissonance-dripping knives it held flew across the distance with frightening accuracy, one driving into your waist, the other taking $A2 in the hip. (color: red + white)[Sanity -1] (set: $Arou to it - 1) It had hit a weak spot, the Dissonance pouring in, requiring your vibrators to churn ever harder. Deep within you shudder, inner muscles quaking as you clench hard around the intruders pumping harshly at you. (if: $Arou < 4)["(color: blue)[Girls, we're fucking you both hard right now, you can't let it keep chipping away at you. An orgasm would desync you! Attack!]"](else:)["(color: blue)[$A2, we're fucking you hard right now. $A0 you're doing a bit better, but you can't let it keep chipping away at you. An orgasm will desync you. Attack, together!]"] It was still a distance away, but you could boost towards it to get into sword range. Or you had your missiles. [[Boost and strike with your sword!->BoostStrike]] [[Launch a salvo of missiles!->MissileStrike]]

<img alt="evilmech" src="images/npc/evilmech.png"/> (color: white)[(font: "courier new")[(text-style: "blurrier")[???: ...help...]]] (color: white)[(font: "courier new")[(text-style: "blur")[???: ...free you...]]] With a gagged growl you pulled hard to the side, out of the Entity's glare. As soon as you were free mental clarity returned, your battle-lust running hot, the danger you had been in clear. "(color: blue)[Good one, $A0! It was just trying to trap you, do not listen to its song!]" The Entity broke from its pose as well, hissing a sound that screeched through your exterior microphones, moments before two of its arms lashed out. The Dissonance-dripping knives it held flew across the distance with frightening accuracy, one driving into your waist, the other taking $A2 in the hip. (color: red + white)[Sanity -1] (set: $Arou to it - 1) It had hit a weak spot, the Dissonance pouring in, requiring your vibrators to churn ever harder. Deep within you shudder, inner muscles quaking as you clench hard around the intruders pumping harshly at you. (if: $Arou < 4)["(color: blue)[Girls, we're fucking you both hard right now, you can't let it keep chipping away at you. An orgasm would desync you! Attack!]"](else:)["(color: blue)[$A2, we're fucking you hard right now. $A0 you're doing a bit better, but you can't let it keep chipping away at you. An orgasm will desync you. Attack, together!]"] It was still a distance away, but you could boost towards it to get into sword range. Or you had your missiles. [[Boost and strike with your sword!->BoostStrike]] [[Launch a salvo of missiles!->MissileStrike]]

<img alt="sword" src="images/gear/sword.png"/> Your missiles were intended for just this sort of work, but you boosted forward, preferring your sword. The distance was considerable, the Entity had backed off far, but you persisted-- even as you felt sweat running down your face within the sealed confines of your mask. (color: blue)[Stamina -1] (set: $Stamina to it - 1) You struck precisely, angling your blade, hoping to slash it in half. The entity parried with two of its four remaining blades, the other pair lashing out-- only for a second blade to intercede, catching them in a shower of sparks and black bile. $A2 stood beside you. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: You're not getting this term alone! Together!]] It was more than just an order, it was an opened datastream. Connecting to it linked the mind of $A2 with your own, each of you in control of your own Instrument but supernaturally *aware* of each other's movements. It was an altogether more advanced kind of sync, an entirely new type of song-- a duet. And it was working. The Entity was driven back, your sword catching it several times, its unnatural movements the only thing keeping it from being cleaved apart. Backwards it retreated, stirring up ash and crashing through desiccated trees. You were winning, you just had to keep this up, stay together and-- Suddenly it lashed out with its tail, a wicked thing of serrated steel. You dodged right, $A2 to the left, and in that momentary gap the Entity struck. It drove not a knife but its foot into your chest, sending you toppling over, only to spring towards your partner. $A2 caught it on her shield, but its momentum knocked her over onto her back, the Entity atop her. $A2 was pinned! (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Get it off of me!]] You could do that, you thought as you pushed to your feet. Or... its back was turned towards you. This could be your chance to finish it, or at least wound it terribly! [[Attack-- and help 02!->Help2]] [[Attack-- and focus on hurting the Entity!->Leave2]]

<img alt="sat" src="images/gear/sat.png"/> Your missiles were intended for just this sort of work, and you put them to good use, shoulder plates receding as the heavy ordinance roared free. They boosted up into the air then shattered apart into a dozen small ordinances each, raining down like hellfire. The Entity was caught by surprise, its arms coming up to shield itself as the forest burst into flame. Into it $A2 charged, her words spraying like neon ink across your eyes. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: This is our chance! Follow me, we can do this together!]] It was more than just an order, it was an opened datastream. Connecting to it linked the mind of $A2 with your own, each of you in control of your own Instrument but supernaturally *aware* of each other's movements. It was an altogether more advanced kind of sync, an entirely new type of song-- a duet. And it was working. Pushing forward you found them engaged and joined the fray. The Entity was driven back, your sword catching several times on armored plates damaged from your missile strike, its unnatural movements the only thing keeping it from being cleaved apart. Backwards it retreated, stirring up ash and crashing through desiccated trees. You were winning, you just had to keep this up, stay together and-- Suddenly it lashed out with its tail, a wicked thing of serrated steel. You dodged right, $A2 to the left, and in that momentary gap the Entity struck. It drove not a knife but its foot into your chest, sending you toppling over, only to spring towards your partner. $A2 caught it on her shield, but its momentum knocked her over onto her back, the Entity atop her. $A2 was pinned! (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Get it off of me!]] You could do that, you thought as you pushed to your feet. Or... its back was turned towards you. This could be your chance to finish it, or at least wound it terribly! [[Attack-- and help 02!->Help2]] [[Attack-- and focus on hurting the Entity!->Leave2]]

<img alt="evilmech" src="images/npc/evilmech.png"/> (set: $Obe to it + 1) This may have been a chance to seriously wound your foe, but $Two was in real trouble. Pushing forward you waded into the whirlwind of knives that was the Entity, stabbing your sword into the ground to free your hand, then using it to seize it and pull hard. It gave way, your Instrument seemed to be stronger, but that only turned its attention wholly on you. Twisting as if its spine was rubber, its two empty hands grabbed your shoulders, the other four still armed with knives darting in savagely. (color: red)[Armor -1] (set: $Armor to it - 1) In its fury it wasn't as precise as before however, the dangerous blades slashing deep troughs in your armor but seeping further black bile into your Instrument. Through the assault you notice $A2 only appeared dazed-- she wasn't seriously hurt-- but that was only brief comfort as your situation rapidly worsened. Pulling your free arm back, you tried to force the Entity off of you, only to take several more stab wounds up and down the limb. (if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage to your Instrument is too extensive...->ArmorEnd]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->ExhaustEnd]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[You moan, unable to check your arousal...->ArouEnd]]](else:)[[[Force it off, whatever it takes!->ForceEnt]] [[Grab one of the blades, tangle it up!->TangleEnt]]]

<img alt="evilmech" src="images/npc/evilmech.png"/> (set: $2Help to 1)(set: $Con to it + 1) This might be your only chance to seriously wound your foe-- $Two would understand. Instead of rushing to assist her you took your time to rise to your feet, flip your sword to a reverse grip, and only then advance. Through it all $Two was being battered, several tears in her armor leaking black bile from the Entity's blades-- you can only imagine how hard her vibrators would be running. With a savage plunging movement you brought your own sword to bear-- driving it through the thing's back. It ran straight through and out the other side, black gore showering you. It halted. Then it twisted as if its spine was rubber, free limbs grabbing your shoulders, dragging itself up the blade to bring its other arms into range. Through the assault you notice $A2 was struggling to rise, her silence on the comm line perhaps the greatest indicator of her duress. But you had other concerns, namely the whirling thing clawing at you. Releasing your blade, it was stuck fast anyway, at least frees an arm to do something with. (if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage to your Instrument is too extensive...->ArmorEnd]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->ExhaustEnd]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[You moan, unable to check your arousal...->ArouEnd]]](else:)[[[Force it off, whatever it takes!->ForceEnt]] [[Grab one of the blades, tangle it up!->TangleEnt]]]

<img alt="evilmech" src="images/npc/evilmech.png"/> You use your free arm, pushing and shoving, doing whatever you could to force the Entity back. It's *hard*. The thing seemed ravenous, its blades darting in and out, its free hands gripping hard. Within your wetsuit deep within, you momentarily choke on your rebreather from the effort, moaning as you struggle against your bindings. (color: red)[Stamina -1!] (set: $Stamina to it - 1) It takes nearly everything you have, but its worth it-- you force the creature (if: $2Help is 1)[off your blade, seizing it again.](else:)[to back off, grabbing your sword by the hilt as you too backstep.] For the briefest of moments the Entity slows, looking between $A2 (if: $2Help is 1)[struggling to rise](else:)[finally finding her feet again], and yourself. Threat subroutines were struggling to keep up with the unknown thought processes of the thing, but you discern it was likely weighing the odds. That it had settled on them-- and was risking it all on a roll of the proverbial dice-- comes with incoming warnings. It had thrown *all* its remaining knives towards you. Parrying them with sword and shield would be exhausting, but doable. Or you could take the hits, saving your stamina but force yourself to deal with that bile-- and further fucking of your holes to ensure he madness they emitted did not overtake you. (if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage to your Instrument is too extensive...->ArmorEnd]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->ExhaustEnd]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[You moan, unable to check your arousal...->ArouEnd]]](else:)[[[Parry them all!->ParryEnt]] [[Take the hits, its almost spent!->TakeEnt]]]

<img alt="evilmech" src="images/npc/evilmech.png"/> You use your free arm, wrapping your elbow around one arm, seizing the wrist of another along the way. The space between you quickly becomes a web of interlocked webs, but the Entity kept stabbing throughout, each wound a flash of pain only your flashed mind could handle-- and each paired with a fresh thrum of your vibrators as the system fought to keep you deeply aroused. (color: red + white)[Sanity -1!] (set: $Arou to it - 1) Eventually the creature realized it had overextended-- you force it (if: $2Help is 1)[off your blade, seizing it again.](else:)[to back off, grabbing your sword by the hilt as you too backstep.] For the briefest of moments the Entity slows, looking between $A2 (if: $2Help is 1)[struggling to rise](else:)[finally finding her feet again], and yourself. Threat subroutines were struggling to keep up with the unknown thought processes of the thing, but you discern it was likely weighing the odds. That it had settled on them-- and was risking it all on a roll of the proverbial dice-- comes with incoming warnings. It had thrown *all* its remaining knives towards you. Parrying them with sword and shield would be exhausting, but doable. Or you could take the hits, saving your stamina but force yourself to deal with that bile-- and further fucking of your holes to ensure he madness they emitted did not overtake you. (if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage to your Instrument is too extensive...->ArmorEnd]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->ExhaustEnd]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[You moan, unable to check your arousal...->ArouEnd]]](else:)[[[Parry them all!->ParryEnt]] [[Take the hits, its almost spent!->TakeEnt]]]

<img alt="arm" src="images/reg/arm.gif"/> It was just too much. Your body strained in duress, hogtied and vulnerable. Both plugs worked back and forth, joined by the contacts on your nipples that kept you wet and deeply aroused. In the end it was your Instrument that gave out. Battered from combat, its armor clawed and damaged exposing the sensitive components underneath, your finally faltered. The array of warnings that had been splayed across your eyes double, then triple before they start spitting data directly into your comm line. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Critical Instrument damaged detected. Wetware viability in danger. Rebooting...]] Everything went black, your song halted, and suddenly you were no longer a towering behemoth of steel but a glossy little thing tightly bound and dripping from her exposed slit. The last stroke had ended only halfway inside you, an end as sudden as it was immensely frustrating. You could not see or hear anything beyond your own labored breathing. Nor could you touch or move or speak. There was just that terrible yawning silence as fear finally blossomed in your mind. You *were* helpless, completely at the mercy of the sounds of distant, muffled battle. What would happen if your Instrument was lost, if you were... (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Emergency shunts engaged. Rebooting wetware...]] You're forced to blink away tears as you read the automated message, only belatedly wondering what rebooting meant when *you* were the wet-- The **SHOCK** is heavy and long, emanating from your collar but spreading throughout your body. You squirmed and thrashed in response, choking on your rebreather, left in agony as your spinal implants plug back in. Your Instrument came back to life, but *everything* hurt. (set: $Fight to 4) [[Open your eyes...->ArmorEnd2]]

<img alt="pen" src="images/reg/pen.gif"/> It was just too much. Your body strained in duress, hogtied and vulnerable. Both plugs worked back and forth, joined by the contacts on your nipples that kept you wet and deeply aroused. Your mind held, your Instrument shrugged off the damage, but in the end it was your body that gave way. The array of warnings that had been splayed across your eyes double, then triple before they start spitting data directly into your comm line. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: This Wetware's biometrics have reached Critical levels. Danger Protocol 1. Rebooting...]] Everything went black, your song halted, and suddenly you were no longer a towering behemoth of steel but a glossy little thing tightly bound and dripping from her exposed slit. The last stroke had ended only halfway inside you, an end as sudden as it was immensely frustrating. You could not see or hear anything beyond your own labored breathing. Nor could you touch or move or speak. There was just that terrible yawning silence as fear finally blossomed in your mind. You *were* helpless, completely at the mercy of the sounds of distant, muffled battle. What would happen if your Instrument was lost, if you were... (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Baselines reestablished. Rebooting wetware...]] You're forced to blink away tears as you read the automated message, only belatedly wondering what rebooting meant when *you* were the wet-- The **SHOCK** is heavy and long, emanating from your collar but spreading throughout your body. You squirmed and thrashed in response, choking on your rebreather, left in agony as your spinal implants plug back in. The pain forced a final, desperate bit of strength into your glossy body. (set: $Fight to 5) [[Open your eyes...->ExhaustEnd2]]

<img alt="psych" src="images/reg/psych.gif"/> It was just too much. Your body strained in duress, hogtied and vulnerable. Both plugs worked back and forth, joined by the contacts on your nipples that kept you wet and deeply aroused. Your Instrument shrugged off the damage, your body yearned for more, but your mind... that broke beneath the strain. The array of warnings that had been splayed across your eyes double, then triple before they start spitting data directly into your comm line. Then you orgasmed. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: SYNC ALERT. This Wetware has orgasmed without permission. Rebooting systems, reconnecting sync...]] Everything went black, your song halted, and suddenly you were no longer a towering behemoth of steel but a glossy little thing tightly bound and dripping from her exposed slit. The last stroke had ended only halfway inside you, an end as sudden as it was immensely frustrating, but it had been enough. You hear yourself moaning wantonly, lost to the pleasure as you tense up and then release it all at once. Biting your ballgag, squirming on the cock half-lodged in your slit, you feel as you have never before-- not that you could imagine once. Warmth and bliss and peace flow from your cunt, the chemical rush of release so very sweet. It lasts for some time, but not long enough. Each wave ebbs further, each making you more aware you could not see or hear anything beyond your own labored breathing. Nor could you touch or move or speak. There was just that terrible yawning silence as fear finally blossomed in your mind. You had been fighting, you *helpless*, completely at the mercy of the sounds of distant, muffled battle. What would happen if your Instrument was lost, if you were... (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Applying punishment subroutines. Rebooting wetware...]] You're forced to blink away tears as you read the automated message, only belatedly wondering what rebooting meant when *you* were the wet-- The **SHOCK** is heavy and long, emanating from your collar but spreading throughout your body. You squirmed and thrashed in response, choking on your rebreather, left in agony as your spinal implants plug back in. The pain forced force a meager, barely-there sync from your glossy body, but it was enough. (set: $Fight to 3) [[Open your eyes...->ArouEnd2]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> Challenged to *parry this*, you do, a flurry of movements putting your shield or blade between each and every one of the thrown knives. Your arms were not really moving, they remained locked inside the armbinder deep within the Aria's hull, but your muscles ached afterward nevertheless. (color: red)[Stamina - 1] (set: $Stamina to it - 1) Your efforts seemed to only further enrage the Entity, damaged as it now was, having lost all its weapons. It almost seemed impossible, yet its movements became even quicker, darting first to the left, then driving into the right-- directly towards you. As it had toppled $A2 it now did the same to you, screeching as it raked its claw-like hands across you, your comm-line flickering once again. (color: white)[(font: "courier new")[(text-style: "blurrier")[???: ...let... me... help... YOU!]]] "(color: blue)[Deafen $Zero!]" $Artemis shouted. "(color: blue)[Keep that thing out!]" They cut your feed, cruel silence overtaking you as the Entity thrashed above, the scene your camera-eyes took in feeling so very disconnected in that moment. Everything slowed, your own movements and that of the Entity's crawling as you saw it suddenly rear back, black jaws dislocating like a snake's, Concentrated Resonance warnings blinking silently in your HUD... (if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage to your Instrument is too extensive...->ArmorEnd]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->ExhaustEnd]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[You moan, unable to check your arousal...->ArouEnd]]](else:)[[[You could almost hear a song in that oil-black maw...->LastTry]]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> You take the blows, once more the pain offset by the hard purr of you vibrators, the way they pulled out and then plunged back into you enough to bend your mind away from the corruption, from the sickly sweet song that bile sang. (color: red + white)[Sanity - 1] (set: $Arou to it - 1) Your efforts seemed to only further enrage the Entity, damaged as it now was, having lost all its weapons. It almost seemed impossible, yet its movements became even quicker, darting first to the left, then driving into the right-- directly towards you. As it had toppled $A2 it now did the same to you, screeching as it raked its claw-like hands across you, your comm-line flickering once again. (color: white)[(font: "courier new")[(text-style: "blurrier")[???: ...let... me... help... YOU!]]] "(color: blue)[Deafen $Zero!]" $Artemis shouted. "(color: blue)[Keep that thing out!]" They cut your feed, cruel silence overtaking you as the Entity thrashed above, the scene your camera-eyes took in feeling so very disconnected in that moment. Everything slowed, your own movements and that of the Entity's crawling as you saw it suddenly rear back, black jaws dislocating like a snake's, Concentrated Resonance warnings blinking silently in your HUD... (if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage to your Instrument is too extensive...->ArmorEnd]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->ExhaustEnd]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[You moan, unable to check your arousal...->ArouEnd]]](else:)[[[You could almost hear a song in that oil-black maw...->LastTry]]]

(if: $2Help is 1)[<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> Off to the side you saw $A2 falter, her heavily wounded and Dissonance-smeared form collapsing back to her knees-- just as your comm line came back. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: SYNC ALERT. This Wetware has orgasmed without permission. Applying punishment subroutines, rebooting wetware!]] Your fellow Aria's external lights flickered off, and perhaps you just imagined it but you thought you could hear $Two screaming in ecstasy and agony as she lost herself to the sensations wracking her red-suited body within her Instrument. "(color: blue)[Dammit, $A0, hold on!]" Almost belatedly you looked back, into the Entity's distended maw, as it breathed black Resonance all over you. (color: red + white)[Sanity -2] (set: $Arou to it - 2) (if: $Arou < 1)[[[You lose yourself to the bliss...->ArouEnd]]](else:)[[[You are bathed in bliss...->NoHelpWin]]]](else:)[<img alt="mech" src="images/002/mech.jpg"/> Off to the side you see $A2 finally, her wounded and Dissonance-smeared form seizing her sword once again-- just in time for your comm line to come back. "(color: blue)[Dammit, $A0, hold on!]" Almost belatedly you looked back, into the Entity's distended maw, black bile spilling forth... [[A flash of red...->TeamKill]]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> The bile poured over you, hissing as it ate at your armor, singing as it ate at your mind. There was a melody there, undeniably. A song that belied the Dissonance, wild and *alive*. You felt it in your soaking wet loins, in your raw rear, in your hardened nipples. It would be so easy to follow it... join it... *No.* With a savage swing you bring your blade up one more time, shearing clear through two of the surprised Entity's limbs before continuing through its neck. The head rips off in a fresh fountain of black gore, the body left behind shuddering once then giving out entirely. It collapsed atop you. With a something between a moan and a groan you pushed it off, watching the Dissonance burn off you in the sunlight as you lay sprawled for several long moments. Your Handler seemed to know, $Artemis waiting for you to catch your breath before speaking. "(color: blue)[Wonderful job, $Zero. I'm very proud of you.]" You pushed yourself over, then back to a knee. $A2 was kneeling nearby, her system once more active, but her silence felt. $Artemis noticed your attention. "(color: blue)[$Two is being punished for orgasming. It was a tough fight, but... she did not have permission, and that is the protocol. Now I need you to do something, $Zero.]" (set: $Fight to 1) [[What more could she need of you?->EndFight]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/002/mech.jpg"/> $Two took it in the side with her sword, the Entity screeching as it tried to turn towards its returned assailant. That saved you from its attack and opened it up for a thundering blow from your own sword, catching it in the other side, further up. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Together! Push!]] Once more the duet engaged, and as one you drove your swords further in, first from your back, then your knees, then standing. The Entity fought every inch of the way, right up until $A2's sword broke free and severed its legs entirely, just as yours pulled from the shoulder and took off its head. Gore fountained around your ankles as it finally collapsed. With a something between a moan and a groan you pushed it off, watching the Dissonance burn off you in the sunlight as you stood beside $Two for several long moments. Your Handler seemed to know, $Artemis waiting for you to catch your breath before speaking. "(color: blue)[Wonderful job, girls. I'm very proud of you both.]" $Two knelt on one knee, her lack of a response probably a symptom of her exhaustion. you felt much the same, a bone-deep tiredness that keep dropping your sync rates. "(color: blue)[Now, there is one more thing I need you to do, $Zero.]" (set: $Fight to 2) [[What more could she need of you?->EndFight]]

<img alt="evilmech" src="images/npc/evilmech.png"/> Your defeated foe lay in the ash, its shattered limbs and utterly destroyed head occasionally sparking mechanically, even as black blood-like bile leaked out and pooled beneath it. To your surprise, it twitched even now. "(color: blue)[$A2, turn it over.]" $Two did so, using her blade as a lever then using a heavy boot to kick it the rest of the way. Face (or whatever was left of it) down, you could see the armored hump of its back-- and what appeared to be a *slot* located there. Just like the one you had been inserted into, during installation... "(color: blue)[$Zero, I need you to carefully remove that component.]" [[Think... "What is going on here?"->EvilWhat]] [[Think... "I thought it was trying to speak to me, during the fight..."->EvilSpeak]] [[Say nothing. Do as you're told.->CutOut]]

You returned to the world outside to find yourself on your knees, sword rammed into the ground, shield cast aside. "(color: blue)[$Zero, there you are. Focus.]" $Artemis sounded displeased, and another shock-- no less painful, but far shorter, arched through your battered body and mind. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] "(color: blue)[Your tactics leave something to be desired.]" She made it sound like the most obvious thing in the world. "(color: blue)[You are lucky you were deployed as a team today-- $A2 finished the Entity.]" Blearily you looked over and saw $Two's instrument standing over the fallen thing, her sword rammed straight through what once had been its head. (if: $2Help is 1)[She had orgasmed, but had apparently recovered just in time to save you. "(color: blue)[I have already scheduled you for imprinting detail during your upcoming Decon period, and $Two has punishment detail for orgasming. But we can discuss that later. For now-- up on your feet, $Zero. I need you to do something.]"](else:)[She had made it through the battle with a good bit of damage, but had not succumbed in the way you had-- and had apparently finished the foe off. "(color: blue)[I have already scheduled you for imprinting detail during your upcoming Decon period. But we can discuss that later. For now-- up on your feet, $Zero. I need you to do something.]"] [[What more could she want from you..?->EndFight]]

You returned to the world outside to find yourself on your knees, sword rammed into the ground, shield cast aside. "(color: blue)[$Zero, there you are. Focus.]" $Artemis sounded displeased, and another shock-- no less painful, but far shorter, arched through your battered body and mind. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] "(color: blue)[Your conditioning leaves something to be desired.]" She made it sound like the most obvious thing in the world. "(color: blue)[You are lucky you were deployed as a team today-- $A2 finished the Entity.]" Blearily you looked over and saw $Two's instrument standing over the fallen thing, her sword rammed straight through what once had been its head. (if: $2Help is 1)[She had orgasmed, but had apparently recovered just in time to save you. "(color: blue)[I have already scheduled you for stamina detail during your upcoming Decon period, and $Two has punishment detail for orgasming. But we can discuss that later. For now-- up on your feet, $Zero. I need you to do something.]"](else:)[She had made it through the battle with a good bit of damage, but had not succumbed in the way you had-- and had apparently finished the foe off. "(color: blue)[I have already scheduled you for stamina detail during your upcoming Decon period. But we can discuss that later. For now-- up on your feet, $Zero. I need you to do something.]"] [[What more could she want from you..?->EndFight]]

You returned to the world outside to find yourself on your knees, sword rammed into the ground, shield cast aside. "(color: blue)[$Zero, there you are. Focus.]" $Artemis sounded displeased, and another shock-- no less painful, but far shorter, arched through your battered body and mind. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] "(color: blue)[You did not have my permission to cum.]" She made it sound like the most obvious thing in the world. "(color: blue)[You are lucky you were deployed as a team today-- $A2 finished the Entity.]" Blearily you looked over and saw $Two's instrument standing over the fallen thing, her sword rammed straight through what once had been its head. (if: $2Help is 1)[She had orgasmed too, but first, and had apparently recovered just in time to save you. "(color: blue)[Juno and I have already scheduled you for punishment detail during your upcoming Decon period. But we can discuss that later. For now-- up on your feet, $Zero. I need you to do something.]"](else:)[She had made it through the battle with a good bit of damage, but had not succumbed in the way you had-- and had apparently finished the foe off. "(color: blue)[I have already scheduled you for punishment detail during your upcoming Decon period. But we can discuss that later. For now-- up on your feet, $Zero. I need you to do something.]"] [[What more could she want from you..?->EndFight]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: What is going on here?]] A moment passed without a response. When it came, it do so via your own system. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] That *hurt*, your muscles seizing up as you enduring the shock. That your vox didn't even allow you to vocalize it seemed all the more cruel. "(color: blue)[The classification of this mission has just been escalated. You are not allowed an answer to ask that question, Wetware $Zero.]" Your Handler's tone was not the sort to allow argument, but $Two tried regardless. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Come on, that looks just like the slots we--]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] "(color: blue)[You will not ask, and you will not speak of this. Is that understood?]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Yes, ma'am.]] "(color: blue)[I want to hear it from you too, $Zero.]" (set: $Shocker to it + 1) [[Think... "Yes, ma'am."->Q2]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: I thought it was trying to speak to me, during the fight...]] A moment passed without a response. When it came, it do so via your own system. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] That *hurt*, your muscles seizing up as you enduring the shock. That your vox didn't even allow you to vocalize it seemed all the more cruel. "(color: blue)[The classification of this mission has just been escalated. You are not allowed to express that, or ask any further questions Wetware $Zero.]" Your Handler's tone was not the sort to allow argument, but $Two tried regardless. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Come on, I heard it too--]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] "(color: blue)[You will not ask, and you will not speak of this. Is that understood?]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Yes, ma'am.]] "(color: blue)[I want to hear it from you too, $Zero.]" (set: $Shocker to it + 1) [[Think... "Yes, ma'am."->Q2]]

Your sword was not a precision tool, but you do your best. Kneeling beside the biomechanical corpse you carefully cut around the armored door, then peel it away entire. It takes several tries but you manage to pluck out the component within, a glossy black rectangle that could have just fit you if standing. Unlike the framework you had been lowered into your Instrument with, what you had pulled free has opaque sides, and seemed to be leaking some of that black Dissonant Resonance. "(color: blue)[There is a truck in the convoy waiting for it. Given the battle damage you both sustained, and this unexpected development, the mission parameters have changed.]" $Artemis pushed a new map and set of objectives into your Instrument, and thus mind. "(color: blue)[You will now escort the convoy back to the Bastion. Confirm understanding, and prepare to move out.]" You do, finding the truck in short order and depositing the strange cargo carefully. Hazard-suited technicians were already crawling over it as other members of the team pulled up a protective canopy. [[You still have a long walk back.->EndMission]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Yes, ma'am.]] "(color: blue)[Good girl. Now cut out that component.]" [[What choice did you have?->CutOut]]

The walk at least was uneventful. (if: $Fight > 2)[With the damage your body, mind, and Instrument had taken its far from easy, but you manage it.](else:)[Having survived the encounter and triumphed made it easier, but by no means *easy*.] Towards the end you found your thoughts to be drifting, several long stretches filled with a sort of mental static you struggled to push through. When you finally did, that only made you painfully aware of your sore and aching body still lodged in the heart of the Instrument. Your sync rates were getting very low. At the perimeter you separated from the convoy, they were heading to the bastion but had to take roads-- you and $A2 could simple walk through the fields to reach home. And thus you do, parting ways with your fellow Wetware as you came to your individual decontamination bay. Technicians are out in abundance, no sooner had you knelt on the platform are they dragging you back in, the pool filling back up. Once aligned with the hot lab above it shifted into position, and soon you're working through ejection procedures. [[Hit the button.->EndMission2]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> After hours of installation and running hot, after two combat engagements, you finally give the last mental confirmation. Your world goes dark your video feeds cut, and your holes are filled once more when the plugs drive in all the way and then decouple from the armatures that had been working you over all day. (set: $Suited to false) Wet, exhausted, and mentally drained you are pulled upward, emerging back into the lab just as strictly bound as you had started hours ago. The first thing they do is decouple your helmet, allowing you to breathe deeply-- and freely-- for the first time in too long. The sensation of cool air on your face is like being born anew. Next came not your blindfold, but your gag, nimble fingers-- it felt so good to be touched!-- reaching out and undoing the straps that held it in place. It fell down immediately, the ball hanging from your neck as a thick line of drool ran down and splattered on the floor. You start panting immediately, the sense of sheer exhaustion only getting worse by the moment. (color: green)[Gag removed!] (set: $Gagged to false)(set: $ArmorHide to true) "$Zero? This is Doctor Asakuma. Give me a status report, Wetware $Zero. Are you well?" [[Nod weakly.->AnswerNod]] [[Shake your head weakly.->AnswerNod]] [["Please... just... l-let me... c-cum."->AnswerCum]]

<img alt="blindfold" src="images/gear/blindfold.png"/> "Mhmm," the Doctor replies immediately, her voice muffled, to the even more distant sound of her pen scratching at a clipboard. "You have just been subjected to more cognitive activity than most people undergo in their lifetimes, burned the same amount of calories as a top percentile athlete, and did it all while being sexually stimulated to levels I can barely fathom." She said it so matter-of-factly. (if: $Arou is 0)["$Artemis will not be pleased you orgasmed.](else-if: $Stamina is 0)["You have not orgasmed, which is proper, but your exhaustion metrics are troubling indeed.](else-if: $Armor is 0)["You have not orgasmed, which is proper, but you nearly totaled your Instrument.](else:)["You may not have orgasmed, which is proper, but nearly every one of your vital metrics are troubling, and you nearly totaled your Instrument.] Remove the wetware's blindfold." (color: green)[Blindfold removed!] (set: $Blindfold to false) Finally allowed to see for yourself once again, you find the liberty double-edged, the lab's bright lights burning your eyes. Quickly you shut them, chancing only an occasional blinking frenzy. It takes a good minute to adapt. By then your other bindings had been mostly undone-- your legs unfolded, armbinder removed, the monoglove around your hands gone. Several of the straps that had kept you suspended remain, your booted feet on the floor but hanging limply. Could you even stand? Every muscle ached, every movement seemed to send fresh currents of pain, even *thinking* was growing harder. You need to sleep, but instead you are given a command. "Arms out, $Zero. Palms down." [[You are too tired to do anything but comply, slowly.->GetJacket]]

<img alt="blindfold" src="images/gear/blindfold.png"/> (if: $Arou is 0)["You ruined your sync, and risked mental contamination by orgasming already. Not to mention](else:)["You are not allowed to ask for that, $Zero. But I shall overlook it, as] you have just been subjected to more cognitive activity than most people undergo in their lifetimes, burned the same amount of calories as a top percentile athlete, and did it all while being sexually stimulated to levels I can barely fathom." She said it so matter-of-factly, if sounding a bit muffled. (if: $Arou is 0)["$Artemis will not be pleased you orgasmed.](else-if: $Stamina is 0)["You have not orgasmed, which is proper, but your exhaustion metrics are troubling indeed.](else-if: $Armor is 0)["You have not orgasmed, which is proper, but you nearly totaled your Instrument.](else:)["You may not have orgasmed, which is proper, but nearly every one of your vital metrics are troubling, and you nearly totaled your Instrument.] Remove the wetware's blindfold." (color: green)[Blindfold removed!] (set: $Blindfold to false) Finally allowed to see for yourself once again, you find the liberty double-edged, the lab's bright lights burning your eyes. Quickly you shut them, chancing only an occasional blinking frenzy. It takes a good minute to adapt. By then your other bindings had been mostly undone-- your legs unfolded, armbinder removed, the monoglove around your hands gone. Several of the straps that had kept you suspended remain, your booted feet on the floor but hanging limply. Could you even stand? Every muscle ached, every movement seemed to send fresh currents of pain, even *thinking* was growing harder. You need to sleep, but instead you are given a command. "Arms out, $Zero. Palms down." [[You are too tired to do anything but comply, slowly.->GetJacket]]

A flash of light, brighter than anything you have ever known. And there go your memories, your thoughts, *everything.* {**Slot A:** (if: (saved-games:) contains "file A")[ (link: "((Load your saved game))")[(load-game: "file A")] ] (else:)[ *empty slot* ]} {**Slot B:** (if: (saved-games:) contains "file B")[ (link: "((Load your saved game))")[(load-game: "file B")] ] (else:)[ *empty slot* ]} {**Slot C:** (if: (saved-games:) contains "file C")[ (link: "((Load your saved game))")[(load-game: "file C")] ] (else:)[ *empty slot* ]} {**Slot D:** (if: (saved-games:) contains "file D")[ (link: "((Load your saved game))")[(load-game: "file D")] ] (else:)[ *empty slot* ]} {**Slot E:** (if: (saved-games:) contains "file E")[ (link: "((Load your saved game))")[(load-game: "file E")] ] (else:)[ *empty slot* ]} {**Slot F:** (if: (saved-games:) contains "file F")[ (link: "((Load your saved game))")[(load-game: "file F")] ] (else:)[ *empty slot* ]} [[Return to Start, instead.->Game Start]]

<img alt="haz" src="images/npc/haz.png"/> Your arms tremble as you lift them, a pitiful display. So too do your eyes rise however, and it is only then that your realize Doctor Asakuma was no longer wearing a mere lab coat. Instead she seems to have donned a full body suit, complete with gas-mask and integrated air tank. It is tightly fitted, though nowhere near as tight as your wetsuit, showing off a trim figure beneath. Nor was she alone, *all* of the Doctors at the various stations or standing nearby were now wearing them. "Hazardous Dissonance Suits," she explained, noting your stare. "Your Instrument is covered in Dissonance and you very well may be contaminated. Every precaution must be taken. Regular Dissonance has a half-life of a few seconds in sunlight, several minutes in artificial light, and potentially hours or days if collected on the underside of a boot, or between one's fingers. This is standard procedure, as is your mandatory post-operation confinement." *Confinement?* "Get her jacket on." [[Several gloved hands grabbed you all at once.->GetJacket2]]

<img alt="newjacket" src="images/gear/newjacket.png"/> They were not rough with you, but they *were* firm. Not that it was really necessary. You could barely keep your arms out, and almost thanked them as they took that over. Of course they used that control to feed your arms into the sleeves of a glossy garment Doctor Kasa brought forward, the tight material gliding effortlessly over your wetsuit. The sleeves themselves ended in tapered glove-like portions, sealing your hands away. Guiding up one leg then the other the attending doctors aligned what appeared to be a leotard, more of the sterile, silvery-white latex being smoothed into place from thigh to throat. Once aligned, you could feel even more hands working up your back. "Ensure those straps are tight," Asakuma advised. "Tight and locked." The only splashes of color on the semi-transparent, long-sleeved leotard were three red crosses on white, the age-old medicinal sign on each shoulder and at the center of your chest, as well as the writing that encircled them: (color: red)[**WARNING: COGNITO-HAZARD**] At your throat, more text. (color: red)[**BEWARE DISSONANCE**] And largest of all, in yet more red, along your forearms: (color: red)[**KEEP RESTRAINED AT ALL TIMES**] You felt Doctor Asakuma's orders being carried out to the letter as the glossy latex addition to your outfit pulled just a bit tighter, the last of the straps at your back secured. "Now, $Zero, you will cross your arms beneath your chest." [[Position yourself as requested, you needed this.->GoodJacket]] [["N-No, I don't need any of this, I'm fine!"->BadJacket]]

<img alt="newjacket" src="images/gear/newjacket.png"/> (set: $Obe to it + 1) You did not resist, shifting your arms, the obedient wetware awaiting her bondage. And Doctor Kasa provides, taking the ends of the sleeves you had just aligned, wrapping them further around. At the small of your back they secured together, while two more straps across your forearms now beneath your chest kept you from raising or lowering them much. "Wetware secured," Kasa noted to her superior. "Her gag?" Asakuma nodded. "Her gag. To ensure the mental health of Wetware, we do not allow them speech of any kind during their time in the Isolation Ward." You had nearly forgotten about it, but the web of straps and shiny ball you had worn throughout your time installed still hung from your neck. With your arms now useless beneath your chest, it was a simple matter for the doctor to pluck it with gloved fingers and pop it back into your mouth. (color: red)[You are now gagged!] (set: $Gagged to true) [[It felt right to have the ball between your teeth...->ToIsoWard]]

<img alt="newjacket" src="images/gear/newjacket.png"/> (set: $Con to it + 1) You tried to make your point clear, but your words were slurred, your movements lethargic. Doctor Kasa looked on with a concerned expression, but eventually acted, taking the ends of the sleeves and pulling them into place beneath your chest, wrapping them further around. At the small of your back they secured together, while two more straps across your forearms now beneath your chest kept you from raising or lowering them much. "Wetware secured," Kasa noted to her superior. "Her gag?" Asakuma nodded. "Her gag. To ensure the mental health of Wetware, we do not allow them speech of any kind during their time in the Isolation Ward." You had nearly forgotten about it, but the web of straps and shiny ball you had worn throughout your time installed still hung from your neck. With your arms now useless beneath your chest, it was a simple matter for the doctor to pluck it with gloved fingers and pop it back into your mouth. (color: red)[You are now gagged!] (set: $Gagged to true) [[It felt right to have the ball between your teeth...->ToIsoWard]]

"Wetware $Zero is jacketed and gagged, ready for transport to the Isolation Ward." Doctor Asakuma looked over her underling's work, even testing one of the locks with a tug, before she nodded. "Agreed. Take her. $Two is already there, and Handler $Artemis indicated she would be along shortly." Instead of returning to the edge of the Containment Pool at the shoulder of your damaged Instrument, the entire lab shifted along the ceiling, aligning with a hallway. You are led through it, a male Doctor to your right and left, half leading you, half carrying your weary body. Halfway down the pristine door, two more hazmat-suited men stood guard. Halting before them, Doctor Kasa slipped up beside you-- apparently she had followed along. "Wetware $Zero," she indicated you as if she could mean anyone else, "for commitment to the Isolation Ward." One of the guards pulled a log from a peg on the wall. "If you would sign her in, Doctor? And you will need to mark what type of commitment. Voluntary-- or involuntary." Doctor Kasa glanced your way. [[Remain quiet and still. Voluntary.->IsoWard2]] [[Struggle. Involuntary!->IsoInvolWard2]]

<img alt="kasa" src="images/npc/kasa.png"/> Doctor Kasa smiled softly. "Voluntary." Writing to that effect, she handed the log back to the guard, who unsealed the door leading further in. It was yet another airlock, one that cycled you through eventually. Nothing but pure, sterile (color: white)[white] greeted you. The walls, the floors, the ceilings-- all of it pristine and spotless. That at least made some sense, if this was intended to ensure you were not contaminated. Surely the smallest speck of black Dissonant bile would be obvious here. You don't go far. Passing a nurse's station, each of them again dressed in full body hazmat suits, you are eventually halted before a heavy looking door. (color: white)[**ISOLATION CELL #2**] (color: white)[Assigned to:] (color: cyan)[Wetware 00] | (color: red)[Wetware 02] (color: orange)[**Resonance Warning -- Danger**] "Here we are," Doctor Kasa noted, trying to sound cheerful. "Your home for just a short while, I promise. You will be out in no time." Using her keycard to open the door, she directed the men attending you to push you in-- hissed quietly as they did so a bit roughly-- then closed the door behind you. [[Home sweet home...->IsoWard3]]

<img alt="cell" src="images/set/cell.png"/> To the sound of a heavy lock engaging in the door behind you, you glance around, finding at least something you recognized-- a cell very similar to the one you had occupied this morning. Padded latex walls, an observation window you could not see out of, and little else in amenities. At least you're not alone. As promised, $Two is already there, in an exacting predicament to your own. She is still in her wetsuit but wearing a straitjacket atop it, her arms tightly bound, a gag firmly secured in her mouth. <img alt="2contain" src="images/002/2contain.png"/> (if: $2Help is 0)[She looks at you wearily, seated with her back to the padded wall, long legs splayed out before her. With a tilt of her head, she seems to offer a space beside her. [[Take the offered space.->IsoSpace]] [[Kneel submissively facing the door instead.->IsoKneel]]](else:)[She looks at you with a mixture of exhaustion and anger-- the later obviously emanating from your decision to strike the Entity instead of helping her when she had been pinned. Seated with her back to the padded wall, long legs splayed out before her, she haughtily turned her head away. [[Take a seated position beside her anyway.->IsoSpace]] [[Kneel submissively facing the door instead.->IsoKneel]]]

Taking a similar seated position beside $Two, (if: $2Help is 0)[your fellow Wetware rolls her eyes-- as if embarrassed you had actually taken her up on the offer.](else:)[your fellow Wetware actually *growls*, still looking away.] And there you sit. What else could you do? Both of you were exhausted, every joint in your arms and legs burned. Your muscles were sore too, and your cunt-- (if: $Fight is 3)[well, you had orgasmed, but that had only left your passions simmering, your slit and rear aching after so long plugged and thrusting.](else:)[well, even utterly exhausted, your sex begged for the climax it had so long been denied. That both your holes ached after so long plugged and thrusting was a secondary concern.] Yet there was little you could do, not while suited and straitjacketed. All you could do was wait, locked in your cell. (set: $Con to it + 1) [[Until the door lock clicked again.->IsoArt]]

Moving to the center of the cell, you kneel and position yourself in a docile manner, (if: $2Help is 0)[your fellow Wetware rolling her eyes her eyes-- as if she expected nothing less from you.](else:)[your fellow Wetware staring daggers at you all the way.] (set: $Obe to it + 1) And there you kneel. What else could you do? Both of you were exhausted, every joint in your arms and legs burned. Your muscles were sore too, and your cunt-- (if: $Fight is 3)[well, you had orgasmed, but that had only left your passions simmering, your slit and rear aching after so long plugged and thrusting.](else:)[well, even utterly exhausted, your sex begged for the climax it had so long been denied. That both your holes ached after so long plugged and thrusting was a secondary concern.] Yet there was little you could do, not while suited and straitjacketed. All you could do was wait, locked in your cell. [[Until the door lock clicked again.->IsoArt]]

<img alt="arthaz" src="images/artemis/arthaz.png"/> "(color: blue)[Girls...]" The voice was your Handler, but the outfit-- she had changed considerably from trench coat and tactical boots. Standing above you, hands on her hips, $Artemis was cloaked in white, not as shiny as your own wetsuit but still quite glossy, medicinally green gloves and bicep patches that said (color: orange)[VISITOR] providing splashes of color. Her face is covered by a heavy looking gasmask, the filters extensive, her breathing audible as she gestured towards you. "(color: blue)["I thought you might have dozed off already, but I see that was nothing to fear. It would have been cruel to wake you.]" They must be taking your contamination quite seriously if she was dressed like that, but the tight white material clung to her curves in a way that pulled the eye in, leaving you staring. Shifting in your jacket, you rubbed your thighs together once or twice. "(color: blue)[$Two, Juno asked me to assist in your (if: $Fight is 1)[punishment](else:)[reward]. Having us *both* suit up for such work would be ridiculous.]" $Two moaned softly, perhaps noncommittal, perhaps distracted. $Artemis didn't seem to care either way. "(color: blue)[I know the effects of your flashes are rapidly worsening. Further loss of memory, extreme exhaustion, confusion. This is normal, in the hours after being synced with an Instrument. The worst will pass by this time tomorrow, and you will begin to recover.]" She clasped her hands together. "(color: blue)[It is also normal for Wetware to be rewarded--- or punished-- after a mission, based on their operating performance. You are held to strict governances and standards. $Two, shall we start with you?]" The red-suited Wetware perked up, nodding despite her visible exhaustion. [[How did she do?->2Report]]

<img alt="2contain" src="images/002/2contain.png"/> Several items hung from her belt, one a familiar looking... wand? They all shifted as your Handler bent over, her chest so prominent and full, as she rested a hand on $Two's shoulder. "(color: blue)[Let us start with the minor engagement, at the rendezvous point? You get full marks for your performance, $Two. Excellent marksmanship, good judgement. As a token of their appreciation, the Convoy commander requested you be rewarded. Thus, when cleared for solid foods-- probably tomorrow-- we will allow you to select from the hospital menu, instead of your usual nutrient slurries.]" $Two seemed quite pleased at that-- the slurries they normally fed you must have been especially bad if even your addled mind could remember their pale colors, thick composition, and utter lack of flavor. $Artemis was far from done. "(color: blue)[Your behavior prior to deployment however was less than exemplary. You were combative and, while we encourage confidence, required extensive use of your shock collar. Due to the extensive Dissonant material you were exposed to, the Doctors recommended you stay here in Isolation for two weeks. Had you behaved yourself Juno may have overridden that, but as it stands... you will be here for the full time.]" Two weeks here, in this white cell, bound and gagged? $Two certainly didn't seem to like that, her eyes flashed with frustration, but she was too tired to do more-- and $Artemis didn't give her time to brood on it. "(color: blue)[And lastly, your performance against the Entity. (if: $Fight is 1)[A victory, but one you ultimately did not have a complete part in. No-- you orgasmed without permission, during a full sync. Against an unexpected foe, with largely unknown capabilities, you allowed yourself to be overcome by desire-- something we have trained you extensively to avoid. You will be subjected to full restraint, sensory deprivation, and stimulation denial for the extent of your two weeks here.](else-if: $Fight is 2)[A resounding victory, all things considered, working in a duet with $Zero. Against an unexpected foe, with largely unknown capabilities, you performed admirably-- and will be rewarded. you have been authorized to claim a full Entity Termination... and an orgasm, which I will provide shortly.](else:)[A hard won victory, (if: $2Help is 0)[achieved without the support of your fellow Aria unit during the climax. Against an unexpected foe, with largely unknown capabilities, you performed admirably-- and will be rewarded. you have been authorized to claim a full Entity Termination... and an orgasm, which I will provide shortly.](else:)[achieved by the barest of margins, despite orgasming without permission just beforehand. Against an unexpected foe, with largely unknown capabilities, you allowed yourself to be overcome by desire-- something we have trained you extensively to avoid. Yet you did win. You will not be subjected to extensive punishment, given this mixed outcome, but you *will* be spending your two weeks in an imprinting tube where we will work on your battle tactics.]] ]" (if:$Fight is 1)[$Two's eyes crew wide at that, your own memories fuzzy on what that entailed. She seemed to have a somewhat better grasp, her gagged pleading making that evident, but all her rising panic managed was a shake of $Artemis' head. "(color: blue)[Don't make it worse on yourself.]"](else-if: $Fight is 2)[$Two's eyes lit up, her legs spreading immediately, the hand on her shoulder perhaps the only thing keeping her from pressing her sealed slit against $Artemis right that moment. The Handler, for her part, smiled. "(color: blue)[Hold on, I must give $Zero's verdict]"](else:)[(if: $2Help is 0)[$Two's eyes $Two's eyes lit up, her legs spreading immediately, the hand on her shoulder perhaps the only thing keeping her from pressing her sealed slit against $Artemis right that moment. The Handler, for her part, smiled. "(color: blue)[Hold on, I must give $Zero's verdict]"](else:)[$Two's eyes darkened, a long, resigned exhalation suggesting she had expected something like this.]] $Artemis then moved to you, your own gagged reflection in her dark mask as she looked down at you. [[How did you do?->PlayerReport]]

<img alt="arthaz" src="images/artemis/arthaz.png"/> "(color: blue)[Hello, $Zero.]" You could see her dark eyes beneath the visor, peering down at you, so intense your instincts screamed to look away-- but she had placed a gloved hand beneath your chin, two fingers all she needed to keep your head up. (if: $APC is 0)["(color: blue)[Your actions in the smaller skirmish were extraordinary, and the Commander of the Convoy wanted to personally extended his thanks to you. I explained that, as Wetware, you are not entitled to thanks, that you were just performing your function. Nevertheless, I allowed him to sponsor fresh meals for you during your stay here, the same as $Two.]"](else:)["(color: blue)[Your actions in the smaller skirmish were satisfactory. The duel with the larger creature ended successfully, yet the APC crew behind you did not survive intact. As I said, officially satisfactory, but I personally wish for you to do better. Your purpose is to protect humans, to be their shield. The Commander wished to extend his sponsoring of fresh food to you as he did for $Two, but I vetoed the decision. I do not reward you for mere satisfaction.]"] Her thumb moved higher, first tapping your ballgag once, then running in a small circle along its edge, where your lips pressed in close. (if: $Shocker is < 4)["(color: blue)[Then there is the matter of your behavior since you were flashed. Overall you have been quite submissive and docile, as befits Wetware. Remember: you must always strive to be deferential to humans and beautiful to look at-- even when outside your Instrument. Especially then. You are the city's, and must always look your best for them.]" "(color: blue)[That said... given the amount of Dissonance you were exposed to today, out of an abundance of caution the Doctors wish to keep you here in Isolation for two weeks. I see no need for that, and can have you released to my custody in one week instead.]"](else-if: $Shocker is 4 or 5 or 6)[(color: blue)["[Then there is the matter of your behavior since you were flashed. Overall you have been a bit more docile and submissive than I had expected, but less than I had hoped. Remember: you must always strive to be deferential to humans and beautiful to look at-- even when outside your Instrument. Especially then. You are the city's, and must always look your best for them.]" "(color: blue)[That said... given the amount of Dissonance you were exposed to today, out of an abundance of caution the Doctors wish to keep you here in Isolation for two weeks. I could get you released early, but will not-- time here will perhaps help you remember your place better in the future.]"]](else:)["(color: blue)[Then there is the matter of your behavior since you were flashed. Overall you have been quite combative and resistant to commands, which is utterly unbecoming of Wetware. Remember: you must always strive to be deferential to humans and beautiful to look at-- even when outside your Instrument. Especially then. You are the city's, and must always look your best for them.]" "(color: blue)[That said... given the amount of Dissonance you were exposed to today, out of an abundance of caution the Doctors wish to keep you here in Isolation for two weeks. With your behavior, I have made it *three*. Hopefully the time in this cell gives you time to reflect on your actions.]"] The finger on your ballgag halted. "You are Wetware, $Zero. That means you are submissive, even if some Wetware fight that fact. And conversely, that submissiveness is an important part of what qualifies you to be Wetware. We will work on tuning your personality more, in the future." [[You listened, staring up at her...->PlayerReport2]]

<img alt="arthaz" src="images/artemis/arthaz.png"/> (set: $Fate to 0)(set: $2Fate to 0)(set: $Strike to 0) "(color: blue)[And that,]" your Handler continued, "(color: blue)[brings us to your performance against the new type of Entity.]" She did not explain its background, or what had happened since you had turned over the component dug out of the fallen thing's back. You were only ever told what you needed to know. "(color: blue)[(if: $Fight is 1)[You have been credited with a solo Entity termination, and I have made special note in your record that you did so against a particularly dangerous foe. As a reward, you will be allowed to orgasm, $Zero. I will personally attend to it.](if: $Fight is 2)[You have been credited with a half-termination of an Entity, and I have made special note in your record that you achieved this in tight cooperation with $Two. As a reward, you will be allowed an orgasm which I will attend to personally.](if: $Fight is 3)[You did not function as we desire-- indeed, you orgasmed without permission, causing de-sync that could very well have led to your loss in combat had $Two not been there. No mistake is more egregious, and I have recommended you for full punishment regalia, sensory deprivation, and stimulation denial during your stay here.](if: $Fight is 4)[You did not function as we desire-- indeed, you allowed your Instrument to take dangerous levels of damage, to the point a reboot was required in the middle of combat. There are more egregious mistakes-- you could have orgasmed-- but as it stands you will need to do better. I have thus recommended you spend your time here in a sensory tank, having combat tactics better imprinted on you.](if: $Fight is 5)[You did not function as we desire-- indeed, you collapsed physically, to the point a reboot and heavy shock were required in the middle of combat. There are more egregious mistakes-- you could have orgasmed-- but as it stands you will need to do better. I have thus recommended you spend your time here in a sensory tank, during which time we will work on your conditioning.]]" (if: $Fight is 1 or 2)[An *orgasm.* The mere idea was enough to refresh you, driving out the all-encompassing exhaustion today's service had induced. There was nothing more rare, not for Wetware. When your mental defenses against Dissonance required almost superhuman levels of arousal, allowing a Wetware to climax threatened her efficiency. How long had it been since your last one? Hours of being literally fucked during service today, yes, but beyond that? You couldn't exactly remember, not with the flash's effects worsening. It must have been a long time, though. You deserved it. *Unless...* $Artemis caught that look in your red eyes. "(color: blue)[Unless, of course, you were to indicate you don't deserve my merciful touch. If you, for example, *begged* for further instruction and correction. Begged for punishment regalia, sensory deprivation, and total body restraint... perhaps I could even be convinced to force *both* my $Zero and $Two to undergo such an experience.]" She cocked her masked head, looking down at you. [[You want the orgasm!->AllowOrg]] [[You want... to be punished.->BegPunish]] [[You want... to be punished, alongside 02.->DuetPunish]]](else-if: $Fight is 4 or 5)[Days... weeks, spent in a sensory tank? You couldn't exactly remember what that entailed, not with your flashed mind worsening after today's service, but a vague sense of *distaste* filled you. You don't think you would like that. [[Lower your eyes and accept it.->SenseTankA]] [[Fight against your restraints, no, not the tank!->SenseTankB]]](else:)[Days... weeks, spent in full punishment regalia? You couldn't exactly remember what that entailed, not with your flashed mind worsening after today's service, but an intense sense of *dread* filled you. Whatever it was, your subconscious remembered enough to fear it. [[Lower your eyes, accept punishment.->SoloPunishA]] [[Fight against your restraints, not the punishment suit!->SoloPunishB]]]

<img alt="arthaz" src="images/artemis/arthaz.png"/> Eagerly, without shame, you arch your back, thrusting your hips forward in a display that could only mean one thing: of *course* you wanted to orgasm. (if: $Fight is 2)[At your side, despite narrowed eyes, $Two was doing the same.] "(color: blue)[Very well,]" your Handler moved, reaching down. (if: $Fight is 2)[From each hip she pulled forth a length of shaped plastic, wand-like, the top portion rounded.](else:)[From her hip she pulled forth a length of shaped plastic, wand-like, the portion rounded.] With a flick of the thumb the thing buzzed to life, vibrating at a speed that seemed mind-numbing even from afar. "(color: blue)[Wetware grade vibrator wand,]" she noted. "(color: blue)[The technicians have to build them strong to sate your kind. Come here, spread your legs.]" (if: $Fight is 2)[$Two did so immediately, half sliding along the slick padded floor. Once close, $Artemis snapped a collar to her throat. [[Approach eagerly!->QuickApproachDuo]] [[Approach carefuly.->CarefulApproachDuo]]](else:)[ [[Approach eagerly!->QuickApproach]] [[Approach carefuly.->CarefulApproach]]]

<img alt="arthaz2" src="images/artemis/arthaz2.png"/> Making your intentions known with pleading eyes and several moaned sounds, your Handler tips her head to the side, reflections rolling off her mask. A moment of consideration passes. It ends with $Artemis reaching forward, hooking a finger into your collar and drawing close. "(color: blue)["If I were to fulfill such a request, I would note it in your permanent file. Sexual deviancy and a desire for confinement are greatly valued in Wetware.]" She twists her grip, pulling you even closer, until your exhaling fogged the bottom of her mask. "(color: blue)[It would be a strict experience. Frustrating. Restrictive. Everything I know you love, but far from *easy* nevertheless.(if: $APC is 0)[ I would also rescind the fresh food perk you earned, from assisting that armored personnel carrier. The punishment suits are fitted for nutrient slurry only. ](else:)[ ]But if you really want it, $Zero, I will allow it.]" [[Give her a pleading look.->StartSoloPunish]] [[Nevermind-- take your reward!->AllowOrg]]

<img alt="arthaz2" src="images/artemis/arthaz2.png"/> Making your intentions known with pleading eyes and several moaned sounds, your Handler tips her head to the side, reflections rolling off her mask. A moment of consideration passes. It ends with $Artemis reaching forward, hooking a finger into your collar and drawing close. "(color: blue)["If I were to fulfill such a request, I would note it in your permanent file. Sexual deviancy and a desire for confinement are greatly valued in Wetware.]" $Two meanwhile had straightened up at your response, at *that* she struggles to her knees, making her own-- very different-- desires intensely clear. $Artemis glances her way, but eventually twists her grip, pulling you even closer, until your exhaling fogged the bottom of her mask. "(color: blue)[It would be a strict experience. Frustrating. Restrictive. Everything I know you love, but far from *easy* nevertheless.(if: $APC is 0)[ I would also rescind the fresh food perk you earned, from assisting that armored personnel carrier. The punishment suits are fitted for nutrient slurry only. ](else:)[ ]But if you really want it, $Zero, I will allow it. And I can think of no better bonding experience than undergoing it alongside $Two.]" "Mmmmmmghh!!" $Two did not agree. [[Give her a pleading look.->StartDuetPunish]] [[Nevermind-- take your reward!->AllowOrg]]

<img alt="arthaz" src="images/artemis/arthaz.png"/> You had failed, and you accept the punishment. (if: $Fight > 2 and $2Help is 1)[At least you would not be alone in the experience, as $Two had been slated for the same fate. She seems less at ease with it all, but her straightjacket and gag at least keep her from making the situation worse. "(color: blue)[Good girls,]" $Artemis approves, turning to press her keycard against the cell door. The heavy lock clicked open. "(color: blue)[I will have the nurses bring in the imprinters, and get you rigged for submersion.]" As she leaves $Two snaps a harsh look at you, clearly leveling blame for her punishment on you. It had been her fault she had let that Entity atop her, though, right?](else:)[$Two watches you with a bemused expression somehow worked around her gag, the expression only growing as $Artemis approaches her, using strong arms to drag her down into a position on her back, legs spread. From her belt the Handler drew a wand-like device, flicking its switch to induce an aggressive hum. "(color: blue)[Wetware grade vibrator wand,]" she noted. "(color: blue)[The technicians have to build them strong to sate your kind. $Two? You will not cum until I give permission, is that understood?" The girl nodded, and $Artemis looked towards you. "(color: blue)[I've already called the nurses for you-- they will get you installed. I hope you learn something from the experience, $Zero.]"]] Instead of an answer, you only get the Isolation Ward's attending nurses. They bring with them a pair of large pods, your cell intended for all sorts of uses. Each are about six feet tall, just as white and sterile as everything else here, though as one begins pre-installation checks you see bright orange latex padding inside. Getting you ready felt like getting prepped for insertion, though it involved a bit less bondage. You keep your suit and straitjacket, gag too. Over your head goes a helmet very much like the one you wore in your Instrument, but with the viewplate replaced by an electronic block. Only once it was on your head did you realize it was a screen, the entire thing intended for projecting VR experiences directly at your face. The tubes that fed you oxygen were, of course, fitted with a rebreather and bubbler that mimicked your Instrument. Plugged in and struggling to breathe once again, the nurses closed the exterior doors, forcing the pod to press up against your every cord. Then came the water, a saline solution that helped you float just a bit. It didn't take long, a few minutes perhaps, for the sensation of being almost entirely submerged and afloat to drift away... the sensory deprivation heightened as they closed the lid and allowed the water to fill up all the way. You're left alone with your thoughts. (if: $Fight is 4)[(set: $Fate to 4)](if: $Fight is 5)[(set: $Fate to 5)](if: $2Help is 1)[(set: $2Fate to 4)](if: $2Help is 0)[(set: $2Fate to 3)] <img alt="pod" src="images/set/pod.png"/> [[A few weeks like this?->SensePodder]]

<img alt="arthaz" src="images/artemis/arthaz.png"/> You had failed, how much worse could it get if you resisted? So you fight, a losing battle from the start. Straitjacketed and gagged, you might as well have been slotted in and trying to take down an Entity in an Instrument without arms. Worse-- you don't even have a target. Wriggling on the ground is more akin to a tantrum than anything else. Eventually you slow, your exhaustion returning. (if: $Fight > 2 and $2Help is 1)[At least you would not be alone in the experience, as $Two had been slated for the same fate. She seems less at ease with it all, but her straightjacket and gag at least keep her from making the situation worse. "(color: blue)[All the more reason for the tank,]" $Artemis sighs, turning to press her keycard against the cell door. The heavy lock clicked open. "(color: blue)[I will have the nurses bring in the imprinters, and get you rigged for submersion.]" As she leaves $Two snaps a harsh look at you, clearly leveling blame for her punishment on you. It had been her fault she had let that Entity atop her, though, right?](else:)[$Two watches you with a bemused expression somehow worked around her gag, the expression only growing as $Artemis approaches her, using strong arms to drag her down into a position on her back, legs spread. From her belt the Handler drew a wand-like device, flicking its switch to induce an aggressive hum. "(color: blue)[Wetware grade vibrator wand,]" she noted. "(color: blue)[The technicians have to build them strong to sate your kind. $Two? You will not cum until I give permission, is that understood?" The girl nodded, and $Artemis looked towards you. "(color: blue)[I've already called the nurses for you-- they will get you installed. I hope you learn something from the experience, $Zero.]"]] Instead of an answer, you only get the Isolation Ward's attending nurses. They bring with them a pair of large pods, your cell intended for all sorts of uses. Each are about six feet tall, just as white and sterile as everything else here, though as one begins pre-installation checks you see bright orange latex padding inside. Getting you ready felt like getting prepped for insertion, though it involved a bit less bondage. You keep your suit and straitjacket, gag too. Over your head goes a helmet very much like the one you wore in your Instrument, but with the viewplate replaced by an electronic block. Only once it was on your head did you realize it was a screen, the entire thing intended for projecting VR experiences directly at your face. The tubes that fed you oxygen were, of course, fitted with a rebreather and bubbler that mimicked your Instrument. Plugged in and struggling to breathe once again, the nurses closed the exterior doors, forcing the pod to press up against your every cord. Then came the water, a saline solution that helped you float just a bit. It didn't take long, a few minutes perhaps, for the sensation of being almost entirely submerged and afloat to drift away... the sensory deprivation heightened as they closed the lid and allowed the water to fill up all the way. You're left alone with your thoughts. <img alt="pod" src="images/set/pod.png"/> (if: $Fight is 4)[(set: $Fate to 4)](if: $Fight is 5)[(set: $Fate to 5)](if: $2Help is 1)[(set: $2Fate to 4)](if: $2Help is 0)[(set: $2Fate to 3)] [[A few weeks like this?->SensePodder]]

<img alt="arthaz2" src="images/artemis/arthaz2.png"/> (set: $Fate to 1)(if: $2Help is 0)[(set: $2Fate to 3)](else:)[(set: $2Fate to 4)] Bending down, hooking a finger into your collar, $Artemis draws you close. "(color: blue)[(if: $APC is 0)[I will have to rescind the fresh food reward, as well. The suits are only designed for nutrient slurry. Nevertheless, know that I still appreciate the effort you put into saving those men.](else:)[You will also be subsisting on nutrient slurry, of course. Not that you have a choice, the suits are not designed for anything more.]]" She releases you, only to run a hand along your blue hair, almost as if petting you gently. Her voice however remains stern. "(color: blue)[It is good you understand the necessity nevertheless.]" Her other hand pulled a small radio transceiver from her belt. "(color: blue)[Yes, it's me. Prep $Zero's Discipline Suit. The full rig, yes. Very good.]" [[It was not long before the nurses arrived.->StartSoloSuit]]

<img alt="arthaz2" src="images/artemis/arthaz2.png"/> (set: $Fate to 1)(if: $2Help is 0)[(set: $2Fate to 3)](else:)[(set: $2Fate to 4)] Bending down, hooking a finger into your collar, $Artemis draws you close. You halt what had known to be an impossible struggle to escape your fate, her gaze alone enough to stifle the rebellion. In her voice you found a sense of safety, in her glare a nearly unavoidable instinct to look down and submit. "(color: blue)[(if: $APC is 0)[I will have to rescind the fresh food reward, as well. The suits are only designed for nutrient slurry. Nevertheless, know that I still appreciate the effort you put into saving those men.](else:)[You will also be subsisting on nutrient slurry, of course. Not that you have a choice, the suits are not designed for anything more.]]" She releases you, only to run a hand along your blue hair, almost as if petting you gently. Her voice however remains stern. "(color: blue)[Some day you will understand why this is necessary.]" Her other hand pulled a small radio transceiver from her belt. "(color: blue)[Yes, it's me. Prep $Zero's Discipline Suit. The full rig, yes. Very good.]" [[It was not long before the nurses arrived.->StartSoloSuit]]

<img alt="arthaz" src="images/artemis/arthaz.png"/> (set: $Con to it + 1)(set: $Fate to 3)(set: $2Fate to 3) You approach quickly, confidently. $Artemis snaps a leash to your collar, then guides you backwards as you spread your legs. Beside you $Two takes the same position, her red hair flared out around her. "(color: blue)[Now girls,]" $Artemis mused, pulling your leashes taught, forcing you to bend slightly at the waist as she knelt before you, her knees planted one between your thighs, one between $Two's. "(color: blue)[Since you worked so well together, I think it only fitting we practice your climaxing as a duet as well. Is that clear? You will only orgasm when I command, and you will do so together.]" $Two nodded eagerly at that, her unnaturally blue eyes just as wide as your red pair. [[Nod too!->DuoOrg]]

<img alt="arthaz" src="images/artemis/arthaz.png"/> (set: $Obe to it + 1)(set: $Fate to 3)(set: $2Fate to 3) You approach carefully, primly. $Artemis snaps a leash to your collar, then guides you backwards as you spread your legs. Beside you $Two takes the same position, her red hair flared out around her. "(color: blue)[Now girls,]" $Artemis mused, pulling your leashes taught, forcing you to bend slightly at the waist as she knelt before you, her knees planted one between your thighs, one between $Two's. "(color: blue)[Since you worked so well together, I think it only fitting we practice your climaxing as a duet as well. Is that clear? You will only orgasm when I command, and you will do so together.]" $Two nodded eagerly at that, her unnaturally blue eyes just as wide as your red pair. [[Nod too!->DuoOrg]]

<img alt="arthaz" src="images/artemis/arthaz.png"/> (set: $Obe to it + 1)(set: $Fate to 3)(set: $2Fate to 1) You approach quickly, confidently. $Artemis snaps a leash to your collar, then guides you backwards as you spread your legs. $Two is left to watch, clearly eager to come join you-- and perhaps even more eager to escape her eventual fate. "(color: blue)[Now, $Zero,]" $Artemis mused, pulling your leash taught, forcing you to bend slightly at the waist as she knelt before you, her knees planted between your thighs. "(color: blue)[Even in this we must practice, if only a bit. Do you understand, $Zero? You will not climax until I give you permission to do so.]" [[Nod eagerly->SingleOrg]]

<img alt="arthaz" src="images/artemis/arthaz.png"/> (set: $Obe to it + 1)(set: $Fate to 3)(set: $2Fate to 1) You approach carefully, primly. $Artemis snaps a leash to your collar, then guides you backwards as you spread your legs. $Two is left to watch, clearly eager to come join you-- and perhaps even more eager to escape her eventual fate. "(color: blue)[Now, $Zero,]" $Artemis mused, pulling your leash taught, forcing you to bend slightly at the waist as she knelt before you, her knees planted between your thighs. "(color: blue)[Even in this we must practice, if only a bit. Do you understand, $Zero? You will not climax until I give you permission to do so.]" . [[Nod eagerly->SingleOrg]]

"(color: blue)[Good girls. Let us begin.]" Her words were so clinical, but her touch-- or more correctly, that of the vibrators she pushes up between your legs, then $Two's, is electric. Your wetsuit had ports for the dildos that had fucked you during combat, but $Artemis merely presses the vibrating head firming against your crotch. It's enough-- more than enough. $Two seemed to agree, as she moaned beside you immediately, eyes closing in ecstasy. "(color: blue)[It would have been acceptable for me to delegate this duty to your nurses,]" your Handler mused, so calm as you wriggled in bliss. The vibrators were so *strong.* "(color: blue)[But I have always thought it important to do this particular task personally. Isn't that right, $Zero? It is always *my* hand that makes you cum.]" She flicked a switch, and somehow the vibrator ran even *harder*. At your side, $Two gasped, her glossy suit rubbing up against you as bucked in her straitjacket. "(color: blue)[Machines can handle so much-- and they must. Since the first Dissonant song, we've lost so much, as a people. There are never enough of us. Humans are an endangered species. And Wetware candidates are a thousand times rarer. So few have nervous systems capable of bearing the mental load, bodies capable of hours and hours of stimulation, and the mind of an utter, unrepentant submissive. I-- $Two, you do not have my permission yet.]" "Mmmmmmmgghh...!!" $Two made it half a moan, half a squeal, but kept the pleasure at bay. [[Join her in a moan. "Mmmmmmmmggph!"->DuoMoan]] [[Pant and squirm!->DuoSquirm]]

"(color: blue)[Good girl. Let us begin.]" Her words were so clinical, but her touch-- or more correctly, that of the vibrators she pushes up between your legs, is electric. Your wetsuit had ports for the dildos that had fucked you during combat, but $Artemis merely presses the vibrating head firming against your crotch. It's enough-- more than enough. "(color: blue)[It would have been acceptable for me to delegate this duty to your nurses,]" your Handler mused, so calm as you wriggled in bliss. The vibrators were so *strong.* "(color: blue)[But I have always thought it important to do this particular task personally. Isn't that right, $Zero? It is always *my* hand that makes you cum.]" She flicked a switch, and somehow the vibrator ran even *harder*. "(color: blue)[Machines can handle so much-- and they must. Since the first Dissonant song, we've lost so much, as a people. There are never enough of us. Humans are an endangered species. And Wetware candidates are a thousand times rarer. So few have nervous systems capable of bearing the mental load, bodies capable of hours and hours of stimulation, and the mind of an utter, unrepentant submissive. I-- $Zero, you do not have my permission yet.]" That was getting hard to remember. [[Moan in response. "Mmmmmmmmggph!"->SingleMoan]] [[Pant and squirm!->SingleSquirm]]

You moan loudly, the sound made all the lewder as your gag garbled it. The cell swallowed it whole, sound-dampeners beneath the padding not even allowing an echo. No matter how much you screamed in here, those outside would not hear it-- and *that* thought only made you wetter. $Artemis had known you since you were pulled from school and family, she understood just what you were-- but what of the nurses she had mentioned, or the general populace beyond the Bastion? What was it like to be *human*? You're not sure you knew anymore. While they went about their day, their lives, you were here-- in layers of latex, bound, gagged, and struggling to hold onto your mind. Was it fair? No. But you were different, you were Wetware. Another click between your legs brought fresh waves of desire, your passion mounting. $Two tipped her head to the side to look at you, then rolled her eyes back and closed them, quivering in ecstasy. "(color: blue)[That is the highest setting,]" $Artemis noted, so far above the fire between your legs, the petty thoughts in your mind. Shifting her grip, she pushed the wand even harder against you. "(color: blue)[This interminable siege cannot go on forever-- and I am certain you girls are the tool we will use to finally shatter that black song. How can you be anything else, when you sing so well?]" Singing? Only then do you realize you were moaning again, your thighs flexing, your toes curling in your boots. You were so very close to cumming... "(color: blue)[Hold, girls.. hold... just a few more moments...]" [[You can't hold, cum!!->DuoCum]] [[Hold with everything you have!!->DuoHold]]

You twist and fight, trying to escape your straitjacket-- though if your intentions were to make the pleasure stop, or to merely touch yourself further, you could not tell. As you squirm however your suit squeaks, latex against latex making a peculiar sound you were intimately familiar with. The cell swallowed it whole, sound-dampeners beneath the padding not even allowing an echo. No matter how much you screamed in here, those outside would not hear it-- and *that* thought only made you wetter. $Artemis had known you since you were pulled from school and family, she understood just what you were-- but what of the nurses she had mentioned, or the general populace beyond the Bastion? What was it like to be *human*? You're not sure you knew anymore. While they went about their day, their lives, you were here-- in layers of latex, bound, gagged, and struggling to hold onto your mind. Was it fair? No. But you were different, you were Wetware. Another click between your legs brought fresh waves of desire, your passion mounting. $Two tipped her head to the side to look at you, then rolled her eyes back and closed them, quivering in ecstasy. "(color: blue)[That is the highest setting,]" $Artemis noted, so far above the fire between your legs, the petty thoughts in your mind. Shifting her grip, she pushed the wand even harder against you. "(color: blue)[This interminable siege cannot go on forever-- and I am certain you girls are the tool we will use to finally shatter that black song. How can you be anything else, when you sing so well?]" Singing? Only then do you realize you were moaning again, your thighs flexing, your toes curling in your boots. You were so very close to cumming... "(color: blue)[Hold, girls.. hold... just a few more moments...]" [[You can't hold, cum!!->DuoCum]] [[Hold with everything you have!!->DuoHold]]

You moan loudly, the sound made all the lewder as your gag garbled it. The cell swallowed it whole, sound-dampeners beneath the padding not even allowing an echo. No matter how much you screamed in here, those outside would not hear it-- and *that* thought only made you wetter. $Artemis had known you since you were pulled from school and family, she understood just what you were-- but what of the nurses she had mentioned, or the general populace beyond the Bastion? What was it like to be *human*? You're not sure you knew anymore. While they went about their day, their lives, you were here-- in layers of latex, bound, gagged, and struggling to hold onto your mind. Was it fair? No. But you were different, you were Wetware. Another click between your legs brought fresh waves of desire, your passion mounting. "(color: blue)[That is the highest setting,]" $Artemis noted, so far above the fire between your legs, the petty thoughts in your mind. Shifting her grip, she pushed the wand even harder against you. "(color: blue)[This interminable siege cannot go on forever-- and I am certain you girls are the tool we will use to finally shatter that black song. How can you be anything else, when you sing so well?]" Singing? Only then do you realize you were moaning again, your thighs flexing, your toes curling in your boots. You were so very close to cumming... "(color: blue)[Hold, $Zero.. hold... just a few more moments...]" [[You can't hold, cum!!->DuoCum]] [[Hold with everything you have!!->DuoHold]]

You twist and fight, trying to escape your straitjacket-- though if your intentions were to make the pleasure stop, or to merely touch yourself further, you could not tell. As you squirm however your suit squeaks, latex against latex making a peculiar sound you were intimately familiar with. The cell swallowed it whole, sound-dampeners beneath the padding not even allowing an echo. No matter how much you screamed in here, those outside would not hear it-- and *that* thought only made you wetter. $Artemis had known you since you were pulled from school and family, she understood just what you were-- but what of the nurses she had mentioned, or the general populace beyond the Bastion? What was it like to be *human*? You're not sure you knew anymore. While they went about their day, their lives, you were here-- in layers of latex, bound, gagged, and struggling to hold onto your mind. Was it fair? No. But you were different, you were Wetware. Another click between your legs brought fresh waves of desire, your passion mounting. "(color: blue)[That is the highest setting,]" $Artemis noted, so far above the fire between your legs, the petty thoughts in your mind. Shifting her grip, she pushed the wand even harder against you. "(color: blue)[This interminable siege cannot go on forever-- and I am certain you girls are the tool we will use to finally shatter that black song. How can you be anything else, when you sing so well?]" Singing? Only then do you realize you were moaning again, your thighs flexing, your toes curling in your boots. You were so very close to cumming... "(color: blue)[Hold, $Zero.. hold... just a few more moments...]" [[You can't hold, cum!!->DuoCum]] [[Hold with everything you have!!->DuoHold]]

Your Handler's words are drowned out by that purr between your legs, hours and hours of sexual frustration making its allure a song of its own. You follow it, cresting towards orgasm. Three, two, one... *SLAP* Your closed eyes flash open, long dark lashes highlighting the movement. Looking down, you see $Artemis' hand on your ass, where she had slapped it, moments before the stinging pain shot through your rear. "(color: blue)[I will not let you fail me, $Zero.]" She twisted the vibrator, driving it *just* right. "(color: blue)[*Now* you have my permission to cum!]" And cum you do. Eyes closed, drooling wildly, body quivering uncontrollably. You might have had a mind flashed of near everything, but you're sure nothing ever felt this good. And it goes on and on, the legendary arousal of Wetware making your orgasms incredibly long too. Your mind empties, your body still shaking, the pleasure still coming. In the *nothing* that followed, you recall leaning forward, aligning your head with a machine directed at your eyes. A flash of light this morning, and they took your mind. Would you ever see it returned? Did you want to when this felt so good? (if: $2Fate is 3)[[["Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmggh!!!"->DuoRewardEnd]]](else:)[[["Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmggh!!!"->SoloRwardEnd]]]

Your Handler's words are drowned out by that purr between your legs, hours and hours of sexual frustration making its allure a song of its own. But you were Wetware, and Wetware followed commands. Even if it saw them plunging into Dissonance, even if it meant certain death, even if you were told to do the one thing in the world you had never wanted to do more. "(color: blue)[You will never fail me, girls.]" She twisted the vibrator, driving it *just* right. "(color: blue)[*Now* you have my permission to cum!]" And cum you do. Eyes closed, drooling wildly, body quivering uncontrollably. You might have had a mind flashed of near everything, but you're sure nothing ever felt this good. And it goes on and on, the legendary arousal of Wetware making your orgasms incredibly long too. Your mind empties, your body still shaking, the pleasure still coming. In the *nothing* that followed, you recall leaning forward, aligning your head with a machine directed at your eyes. A flash of light, and they took your mind. Would you ever see it returned? Did you want to when this felt so good? (if: $2Fate is 3)[[["Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmggh!!!"->DuoRewardEnd]]](else:)[[["Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmggh!!!"->SoloRwardEnd]]]

<img alt="arched" src="images/002/arched.png"/> Your red eyes flash as they open again, your back arched, the last wave of pleasure coursing through your cunt and running out through your body. At your side $Two was arched as well, a mirrored image that seemed to have actually brought a smile to $Artemis' masked face. Further pleasure followed from the orgasm, but that had been its peak, each subsequent wave a lesser echo. In time, over the course of a few minutes, you come down entirely-- feeling comfortably warm, at utterly at ease. $Two followed you, shifting back and forth as she pulled contentedly at her restraints. $Artemis flicked off the wands, returning them to her hip holsters. She didn't say anything for a bit, merely standing, observing as you looked up at her quietly. Only after some time had passed-- you couldn't really tell how long-- does she flash a keycard near the door. Its lock cracked open. "(color: blue)[Have a good night, girls.]" With that she was gone. All you had left was a sense of intense wetness between your legs, and... a yawn. Then another, the effort somewhat awkward around your gag. Without the arousal, you were so tired, and your mind so empty. You couldn't think, nor did you want to, instead merely turning your head to the side. $Two was already there, looking at you, her blue gaze narrowing as if to take offense-- only for the effort to collapse, a final quivering stretch marking her falling asleep. You follow her moments later. [[Never a sounder sleep.->NoBindSkip]]

<img alt="arch" src="images/player/arch.png"/> Your red eyes flash as they open again, your back arched, the last wave of pleasure coursing through your cunt and running out through your body. Further pleasure followed from the orgasm, but that had been its peak, each subsequent wave a lesser echo. In time, over the course of a few minutes, you come down entirely-- feeling comfortably warm, at utterly at ease. $Artemis flicked off the wand, returning it to her hip holster. She didn't say anything for a bit, merely standing, observing as you looked up at her quietly. Only after some time had passed-- you couldn't really tell how long-- does she flash a keycard near the door. Its lock cracked open. "(color: blue)[Have a good night, $Zero.]" With that she was gone. All you had left was a sense of intense wetness between your legs, and... a yawn. Then another, the effort somewhat awkward around your gag. Without the arousal, you were so tired, and your mind so empty. You couldn't think, nor did you want to, instead merely turning your head to the side. $Two was there, off a bit, watching your blissful slide towards sleep with a jealous expression. Those piercing blue eyes are the last thing you see before it finally overtakes you. [[Never a sounder sleep.->NoBindSkip]]

Your time in isolation passed quite quickly, at things concerned. That orgasm, singular and brilliant, had certainly helped-- but in truth the day-to-day was easy enough otherwise. Yes you were straitjacketed and having nurses care for you was more than a little embarrassing, but you got plenty of sleep and didn't have to actually *do* much else. (if: $APC is 0)[Good food helped. As Wetware you generally were given only a thermos of nutrient slurry to drink per day-- hardly desirable, but immensely invigorating and nutritious. Actual *food* was a treat in comparison, fresh selections from the outer agricultural ring prepared daily and served to you piece by piece by an attentive nurse.](else:)[If only the food was better. As Wetware you generally were given only a thermos of nutrient slurry to drink per day-- hardly desirable, but immensely invigorating and nutritious. Actual food would have been a treat in comparison, but that was only rewarded-- usually for commendations in the field. Perhaps next time you would do better.] (if: $2Fate is 1)[And through it all there was $Two to serve as amusement, of a sort. She had been suited up in her punishment uniform later on your first day. A heavier grade straitjacket, straps that secured her in an upright position against the wall, ballet boots locked on legs folded back, even a full enclosed ball hood-- her moans had been a near constant companion. Besides breathing restrictions you presumed she was being almost constantly edged, only to be shocked on the edge of climax, the frustration building again and again. The sound of deeply muffled begging sometimes emerged, but you struggled to conclude if she was begging for it to stop, or begging for more. It was almost enough to make you envious of her. <img alt="2punish" src="images/002/2punish.png"/>](else-if: $2Fate is 3)[And through it all you had $Two as your (mostly) silent companion. Gagged and restrained as you both were, there wasn't really an opportunity for conversation, but sharing the space for another wasn't too bad. She even surprised you near the end of your confinement when you woke up to find her seated next to you, head resting on your shoulder as she slept. After waking she kicked you once or twice, of course. <img alt="2contain" src="images/002/2contain.png"/>](else:)[And through it all you had $Two to serve as amusement, of a sort. She had been installed inside the imprinting pod up against the wall later on the first day, and had been submerged and sealed in ever since. Occasionally you heard a moan, and more frequently a frustrated groan, but you could only guess at what she was really experiencing. The headset they had strapped on her certainly looked capable of making her a captive audience. <img alt="pod" src="images/set/pod.png"/>] Eventually however, after the two weeks she had been sentenced to, $Two was released from Isolation. (if: $Shocker is < 4)[You had left a week prior, your shortened sentence a blessing-- and a reminder that good behavior had its benefits.](else-if: $Shocker is 4 or 5 or 6)[You had left alongside her, finally released back into the Bastion.](else:)[You had been forced to endure an extra week, a reminder that bad behavior had consequences.] [[A few weeks later...->Part2Start]]

<img alt="pod" src="images/set/pod.png"/> Time has no meaning to you in the sealed, water-filled pod. There is no sky to see through your visor, no ground to touch as you float in the enclosed space, latex padding pressing up against you at every angle. You wanted nothing more to sleep, but you couldn't even remember if you had just awoken, or had yet to slumber. How long had you been locked inside already? Perhaps a few hours, perhaps a few days? There is *nothing* except that which your Handler had chose to bombard you with via the visor locked onto your head. Floating, sealed in, you were a perfectly captive audience. (if: $Fight is 4)[Battle tactics, technical specifications, everything humanity had learned about Dissonant entities-- it flooded your mind, honing your skills in the way only a Wetware could be improved. You were not a physical threat, but as the computing unit at the center of an Instrument your song was that of numbers and throughput, known limitations and expected ranged. You could fire two missiles in a salvo, 1.8 seconds between the revolver cycling and you could fire again, distances and turning radii-- and then a **shock**. That kept you awake while others tested your retention. The length of your sword's blade versus the arm-length of the average Major Entity-- did you know it? A shock would follow if you failed, a shock would follow if you took too long to answer, a shock would follow if you closed your eyes overlong. And every once in awhile, the voice of your Handler. It was a soft caress to your mind, even if the words were firm. "(color: blue)[Machines can handle so much-- and they must. Since the first Dissonant song, we've lost so much, as a people. There are never enough of us. Humans are an endangered species. And Wetware candidates are a thousand times rarer. So few have nervous systems capable of bearing the mental load, bodies capable of hours and hours of stimulation, and the mind of an utter, unrepentant submissive. You must do better in battle.]"](else:)[A half hundred electrodes beneath your suit activated, pulsing your muscles, simulating an aggressive workout, even as your mask worked you through breathing exercises, lessons you had learned a dozen times yet would learn again. Otherwise the **shock** came. That kept you awake as your body started to ache, as you teetering on the very edge of passing out entirely. A shock would follow if you did not breathe just right, a shock would follow if you struggled too much, a shock would follow if you closed your eyes overlong. And every once in awhile, the voice of your Handler. It was a soft caress to your mind, even if the words were firm. "(color: blue)[Machines can handle so much-- and they must. Since the first Dissonant song, we've lost so much, as a people. There are never enough of us. Humans are an endangered species. And Wetware candidates are a thousand times rarer. So few have nervous systems capable of bearing the mental load, bodies capable of hours and hours of stimulation, and the mind of an utter, unrepentant submissive. You must as fit as we can make you.]"] [[It is a torturous few days...->SensePodder2]]

You could twist and fight, but what was the point? Locked inside your wetsuit, locked inside your straitjacket, locked inside the pod itself, you could no more escape this predicament than you could your life as a Wetware. Not even your moans could escape, not with such thick padding and the pod itself in your sound-dampened cell. It swallowed such things whole, removing even the chance for an echo. And yet that degree of helplessness only made you wetter. $Artemis had known you since you were pulled from school and family, she understood just what you were-- but what of the nurses she had mentioned, or the general populace beyond the Bastion? What was it like to be *human*? You're not sure you knew anymore. While they went about their day, their lives, you were here-- in layers of latex, bound, gagged, and struggling to hold onto your mind. Was it fair? No. But you were different, you were Wetware. "(color: blue)[This interminable siege cannot go on forever-- and I am certain you girls are the tool we will use to finally shatter that black song. You are the fourth generation of Wetware, and the strongest yet by far.]" [[So wet, so frustrated... if only you could cum.->PodCum]] [[You would make her proud, you would be better...->PodBetter]]

You tried to parse the lesson as you did while slotted in-- without conscious effort, allowing your mind to focus elsewhere. You could not smell or see or touch much, but you still feel *yourself*. So glossy and curvy, writhing in bondage, begging for release. (if: $2Fate is 3)[All the while $Two got what you had been denied-- a vibrator between her legs, held by your own Handler.](else:)[All the while $Two underwent the same in her own pod, so close yet completely isolated.] "(color: blue)[Don't you dare...]" It had been so long you weren't even sure if $Artemis had really said anything. Were they actively monitoring you? How could she ever know you were working yourself up despite the deprivation? So close now, so close, if you just could... "(color: blue)[I will not let you fail me, $Zero]" The shock that followed is worse than the others so far, so complete and long you could only scream-- and no one could hear you. On and on it went, until its sudden halting left you contemplating if the absence of such mind-numbing pain was a sensation all its own. In that great *nothing* you suddenly recalled leaning forward, aligning your head with a machine directed at your eyes. A flash of light and they took your mind. Would you ever see it returned? Did you deserve to? [[The lessons return...->TankEnd]]

You tried to parse the lesson as you did while slotted in-- examining it and putting it away, accessing it without conscious thought or effort. (if: $2Fate is 3)[All the while $Two got what you had been denied-- a vibrator between her legs, held by your own Handler.](else:)[All the while $Two underwent the same in her own pod, so close yet completely isolated.] "(color: blue)[You will be better...]" It had been so long you weren't even sure if $Artemis had really said anything. Were they actively monitoring you? Did she know you were trying to hard to please her, so hard to be the Wetware she needed? "(color: blue)[I will not let you fail me, $Zero]" A purr between your legs, after so much denial and punishment, nearly saw you orgasm right there. It felt so *good* yet was so short you were left wondering if you had imagined that too? But no, even here, arousal pushed away the pain and aching of your loins, filling it with a contemplative emptiness. In that great *nothing* you suddenly recalled leaning forward, aligning your head with a machine directed at your eyes. A flash of light and they took your mind. Would you ever see it returned? Did you deserve to? [[The lessons return...->TankEnd]]

Your time in isolation passed quite slowly. Without a sense of time the only way to count the passage of days was the daily injection of nutrient slurry into your mask. As Wetware you were used to the invigorating, nutritious, if entirely unenviable meal, but restricted as you were it seemed a blessing-- though only if you swallowed hard and fast, the pump not much caring if you choked and struggled. (if: $APC is 0)[Your time in isolation passed quite slowly, though good food helped. Once a day the nurses would unseal your pod and hand feed you, piece by piece, the freshest meals cultivated out in the agricultural ring. They never removed the visor, so you could not see, but the flavors seemed all the sweeter for your otherwise intense isolation. Helping that APC had placed a burden on you, one that may have forced your defeat in battle, but it had its perks too.](else:)[Your time in isolation passed quite slowly. Without a sense of time the only way to count the passage of days was the daily injection of nutrient slurry into your mask. As Wetware you were used to the invigorating, nutritious, if entirely unenviable meal, but restricted as you were it seemed a blessing-- though only if you swallowed hard and fast, the pump not much caring if you choked and struggled. Commendations earned in the field were generally the only way to be fed something better.] (if: $2Fate is 1)[And through it all you could always think of $Two. She had been suited up in her punishment uniform later on your first day. A heavier grade straitjacket, straps that secured her in an upright position against the wall, ballet boots locked on legs folded back, even a full enclosed ball hood-- her moans were loud enough to hear when the pod halted for your meals. Besides breathing restrictions you presumed she was being almost constantly edged, only to be shocked on the edge of climax, the frustration building again and again. The sound of deeply muffled begging sometimes emerged, but you struggled to conclude if she was begging for it to stop, or begging for more. It was almost enough to make you envious of her. <img alt="2punish" src="images/002/2punish.png"/>](else-if: $2Fate is 3)[And through it all you had $Two nearby, even if you could not see her while sealed away. Once or twice you had even thought you heard a slight tapping, as if her toe had been kicking at your pod. Though perhaps it had simply been sleep-induced mania-- she didn't really care about your predicament, right? <img alt="2contain" src="images/002/2contain.png"/>](else:)[And through it all you had $Two to serve as a companion, of a sort. She had been sealed in her own pod just as you were, undergoing the same sort of lessons. Occasionally you heard a moan while being fed, and more frequently a frustrated groan, but that was as far as things went. <img alt="pod" src="images/set/pod.png"/>] Eventually however, after the two weeks she had been sentenced to, $Two was released from Isolation. (if: $Shocker is < 4)[You had left a week prior, your shortened sentence a blessing-- and a reminder that good behavior had its benefits.](else-if: $Shocker is 4 or 5 or 6)[You had left alongside her, finally released back into the Bastion.](else:)[You had been forced to endure an extra week, a reminder that bad behavior had consequences.] [[A few weeks later...->Part2Start]]

With distance from a mind flash, your memories returned in bits and bunches. The smallest stimuli could trigger them, a particular color, and half-head word. You would never be complete, a Wetware's mind was not her own, but you could manage yourself most days, and that was enough. Life returned to its normal routine as a result. Your Handler set your schedule, but you had some flexibility in there-- even time off, though you could never go far. Besides the collar you wore at all times, your passcard only gave you limited access to most areas, and none at all to places beyond the Bastion that housed Instruments and Wetware alike. The fortress was your home, prison, and the city beyond's best defense against the darkness without. Occasionally you thought of your last fight against the strange machine-creature, and wondered at just what you had pulled from its back. But $Artemis and the other staff never mentioned it around you, and after awhile that too started to fade. You certainly had enough to worry about-- lessons, workouts, the day-to-day of living in the Slot-- what the Bastion's crew called the living quarters reserved for Wetware at the very center of the Bastion itself. Today was Monday-- the only day of the week you were not required to rise early for Conditioning training. $Two had been assigned Standby today too, which required her to be in her Wetsuit and near her Instrument in the event of an emergency deployment, but that meant you had gotten a rare morning to sleep in, and had made full use of it. Rising well rested, you had taken to the communal shower-- blissfully empty given the time of day-- and only now were deciding on your outfit for the day. (set: $Gagged to false)(set: $Arou to 5)(set: $Stamina to 3)(set: $Armor to 3) [[A choice to be made.->SchoolUni]]

<img alt="arthaz" src="images/artemis/arthaz.png"/> (set: $Fate to 2)(if: $2Help is 0)[(set: $2Fate to 3)](else:)[(set: $2Fate to 4)] Dark eyes flash beneath her mask, as $Artemis let you go, rising back to her full height. "(color: blue)["Such a sweet-talker you are, my $Zero."]" $Two looked on with eyes as wide as they were easily read-- they all but screamed *I can't believe you're this level of stupid, wetware.* $Artemis understood better, her eye still on you as she lifted a small radio transceiver to her mask mouthpiece. "(color: blue)[Yes, it's me. Prep $Zero's Discipline Suit. The full rig, yes. Very good.]" [[It was not long before the nurses arrived.->StartSoloSuit]]

<img alt="arthaz" src="images/artemis/arthaz.png"/> (set: $Fate to 2)(set: $2Fate to 2) Dark eyes flash beneath her mask, as $Artemis let you go, rising back to her full height. "(color: blue)["Such a sweet-talker you are, my $Zero."]" $Two disagreed, pulling against her straitjacket, even daring to push up to her feet for a moment. $Artemis halted that with a look, a step forward enough to push your fellow Wetware back down to her knees. She hesitated, then shot you a look sharp enough to puncture your Instrument's frontal armor. $Artemis understood better, her gaze returning to you as she lifted a small radio transceiver to her mask mouthpiece. "(color: blue)[Yes, it's me. Prep $Zero and $Two's Discipline Suits. The full rigs, yes. Very good.]" [[It was not long before the nurses arrived.->StartDualSuit]]

In many ways, the process of being suited in your Discipline Suit is similar to that of being prepared for Installation. The scientists and doctoral degree holders are replaced by an array of nurses, but they are no less demanding, no less well-coordinated. Off comes your straitjacket and wetsuit, the embarrassment of being naked in a room filled with people offset by how quickly the move to dress you again in heavier variants. The gauge of latex is thicker, the sensation of wearing it more intense, the presence of steel hardpoints and thick straps more obvious. As two nurses pull long boots up your feet, forcing your toes forward to align with tall heels that would make walking nearly impossible, others are working on the new straitjacket. It's another leotard design, your arms secured beneath your chest with more of the straps. Much heavier locks secure each restraining component in turn, and are joined by a new pair of cuffs that lock around your thighs, chains running up to hook into the web-like harness criss-crossing your body. They would prevent even the most determined struggling from pulling your jacket upward, and provide handy places to secure your ankles, after your legs had been folded uncomfortably back. That left you balancing precariously on your knees, but the nurses saw to that too, guiding you until your back was to the wall, and even more straps could be linked to it and your other restraints. As their hands pulled away, you remained where you were, upright and incapable of falling over-- or moving much at all. The last of nurses was securing a collar around your neck-- thick and heavy as everything else, its design ensuring a keen posture, chin up-- while another was down between your legs, though you could no longer monitor what she was doing. Drool dripped down from the gag you still wore as you stared ahead, unable to do much else. "Catheter in." The doctor working between your legs stood up. "She can stay like this for weeks, with the stamina Wetware have." "Got it," another replied matter-of-factly. "It is scheduled for (if: $Shocker < 4)[only a week of treatment,](else-if: $Shocker is 4 or 5 or 6)[two whole weeks in there,](else:)[three entire weeks in there,] but we could scarcely last a day. Incredible, aren't they?" A loud pair of clicks sounded from behind your head. "Posture collar is on. She just needs her blindfold and hood. Make sure the feeder tube is aligned, they don't get to take it off even for feeding." [[Moan, wet and eager.->MoanSuit]] [[Remain still and quiet.->QuietSuit]] [[Bite your gag and struggle!->StruggleSuit]]

(if: $2Fate is 2)[<img alt="2punish" src="images/002/2punish.png"/> $Two had been too tired to fight her fate, but whenever the team of doctors you each had surrounding you formed a window where you could meet eyes, she continued to glare at you harshly. That only ended as they slipped a blindfold into place, followed shortly by an oversized hood they began pumping up. A final groan, howling and frustrated, escaped her faceless form as your own nurses blocked your view again.](else:)[$Two watched your rapidly approaching fate from where she had been left on the floor, destined for her (if: $2Fate is 3)[weeks in an imprinting tank after they had finished with you. Even so, she looked on with actual empathy in her eyes-- at least until she noticed you were looking. Quickly, she replaced it with scornful amusement.](else:)[well-earned orgasm after they had finished with you. Even so, she looked on with actual empathy in her eyes-- at least until she noticed you were looking. Quickly, she replaced it with scornful amusement.]] Your moan, meanwhile, had caused even the nurses to pause. "(color: blue)[Not usual,]" $Artemis declared, from where she had been watching the work with a critical eye. "(color: blue)[Wetware are naturally submissive, binding them like this often only excites them. $Five is similar in that regard, but that is why we cycle them throughout the experience. $Zero here will learn.]" The nurses seemed to accept that, returning to their work. There wasn't much left. A blindfold is applied first, the same sort you had worn while slotted in. (color: red)[You have been blindfolded!] (set: $Blindfold to true) Without eyes, you were surprised when they forced a pair of tubes up your nose, and another through your gag-- (if: $2Fate is 2)[though the sound of an infernal rebreather/bubbler combo coming from $Two's side of the room keyed you in early to what followed.](else:)[a sudden restriction in your air intake keying you in to what was happening.] A facsimile of your breathing arrangement inside your Instrument had been created, your airflow this time passing up through the top of an oversized white hood they had been aligning. Once in place, they inflate it, a very consistent pressure spreading across your face-- and rendering you utterly faceless to world beyond. <img alt="punish" src="images/player/punish.png"/> As you fought to breathe, as you contended with the far more intense sense of total enclosure the thicker latex imparted, as you tried to settle into the heavy restraints forcing you into such a strict and uncompromising condition, the touch of the nurses upon your body finally withdrew. "$Zero(if: $2Fate is 2)[ and $Two have ](else:)[ are ] fully sealed and locked, Handler. Awaiting cycle start." "(color: blue)[Well done,]" the familiar voice of Artemis, so muffled, drew closer. You felt the back of a hand running gently across your breast, finding nipples already painfully hard, before drifting down to rest on your waist. Her other hand settled on something you only now realized had been pressed up between your legs. "(color: blue)[That is a Wetware grade vibrator wand,]" she explained. "(color: blue)[The technicians here have to build them strong to sate your kind. It will be running for the next (if: $Shocker < 4)[week.](else-if: $Shocker is 4 or 5 or 6)[two weeks.](else:)[three weeks.] You do not have permission to orgasm, and will not be given the opportunity to do so. (if: $Fate is 2)[After all, you asked for this.](else:)[You demonstrated in the field you cannot control yourself, so we will enforce that control instead. I will return thrice through your time inside, at which point you may beg for my mercy.]]" She gave you no further opportunity to respond, before flicking the device on between your legs. It felt good. Maddeningly, ravenously so. [[And you cannot escape it...->SuitRun1]]

(if: $2Fate is 2)[<img alt="2punish" src="images/002/2punish.png"/> $Two had been too tired to fight her fate, but whenever the team of doctors you each had surrounding you formed a window where you could meet eyes, she continued to glare at you harshly. That only ended as they slipped a blindfold into place, followed shortly by an oversized hood they began pumping up. A final groan, howling and frustrated, escaped her faceless form as your own nurses blocked your view again.](else:)[$Two watched your rapidly approaching fate from where she had been left on the floor, destined for her (if: $2Fate is 3)[weeks in an imprinting tank after they had finished with you. Even so, she looked on with actual empathy in her eyes-- at least until she noticed you were looking. Quickly, she replaced it with scornful amusement.](else:)[well-earned orgasm after they had finished with you. Even so, she looked on with actual empathy in her eyes-- at least until she noticed you were looking. Quickly, she replaced it with scornful amusement.]] Your silent, utterly submissive behavior had meanwhile caused a few of the nurses to pause. "(color: blue)[You may proceed. $Zero is merely very compliant,]" $Artemis declared, from where she had been watching the work with a critical eye. "(color: blue)[Wetware are naturally submissive, but some more than others. She is not like you or I, if we were being prepared for such a fate.]" The nurses seemed to accept that, returning to their work. There wasn't much left. A blindfold is applied first, the same sort you had worn while slotted in. (color: red)[You have been blindfolded!] (set: $Blindfold to true) Without eyes, you were surprised when they forced a pair of tubes up your nose, and another through your gag-- (if: $2Fate is 2)[though the sound of an infernal rebreather/bubbler combo coming from $Two's side of the room keyed you in early to what followed.](else:)[a sudden restriction in your air intake keying you in to what was happening.] A facsimile of your breathing arrangement inside your Instrument had been created, your airflow this time passing up through the top of an oversized white hood they had been aligning. Once in place, they inflate it, a very consistent pressure spreading across your face-- and rendering you utterly faceless to world beyond. <img alt="punish" src="images/player/punish.png"/> As you fought to breathe, as you contended with the far more intense sense of total enclosure the thicker latex imparted, as you tried to settle into the heavy restraints forcing you into such a strict and uncompromising condition, the touch of the nurses upon your body finally withdrew. "$Zero(if: $2Fate is 2)[ and $Two have ](else:)[ are ] fully sealed and locked, Handler. Awaiting cycle start." "(color: blue)[Well done,]" the familiar voice of Artemis, so muffled, drew closer. You felt the back of a hand running gently across your breast, finding nipples already painfully hard, before drifting down to rest on your waist. Her other hand settled on something you only now realized had been pressed up between your legs. "(color: blue)[That is a Wetware grade vibrator wand,]" she explained. "(color: blue)[The technicians here have to build them strong to sate your kind. It will be running for the next (if: $Shocker < 4)[week.](else-if: $Shocker is 4 or 5 or 6)[two weeks.](else:)[three weeks.] You do not have permission to orgasm, and will not be given the opportunity to do so. (if: $Fate is 2)[After all, you asked for this.](else:)[You demonstrated in the field you cannot control yourself, so we will enforce that control instead. I will return thrice through your time inside, at which point you may beg for my mercy.]]" She gave you no further opportunity to respond, before flicking the device on between your legs. It felt good. Maddeningly, ravenously so. [[And you cannot escape it...->SuitRun1]]

(if: $2Fate is 2)[<img alt="2punish" src="images/002/2punish.png"/> $Two had been too tired to fight her fate, but whenever the team of doctors you each had surrounding you formed a window where you could meet eyes, she continued to glare at you harshly. That only ended as they slipped a blindfold into place, followed shortly by an oversized hood they began pumping up. A final groan, howling and frustrated, escaped her faceless form as your own nurses blocked your view again.](else:)[$Two watched your rapidly approaching fate from where she had been left on the floor, destined for her (if: $2Fate is 3)[weeks in an imprinting tank after they had finished with you. Even so, she looked on with actual empathy in her eyes-- at least until she noticed you were looking. Quickly, she replaced it with scornful amusement.](else:)[well-earned orgasm after they had finished with you. Even so, she looked on with actual empathy in her eyes-- at least until she noticed you were looking. Quickly, she replaced it with scornful amusement.]] You bite down on the ball lodged between your teeth, tasting the rubber even if you achieved little. Already strictly restrained, and still quite exhausted, struggling is likewise pointless. It did at least demonstrate enough resistance to earn a pause from the nurses, though. "(color: blue)[Proceed with her suiting,]" $Artemis declared, from where she had been watching the work with a critical eye. "(color: blue)[Wetware are naturally submissive, but that does not mean some enjoy struggling against that fact. She will like it, in the end. They always do.]" The nurses seemed to accept that, returning to their work. There wasn't much left. A blindfold is applied first, the same sort you had worn while slotted in. (color: red)[You have been blindfolded!] (set: $Blindfold to true) Without eyes, you were surprised when they forced a pair of tubes up your nose, and another through your gag-- (if: $2Fate is 2)[though the sound of an infernal rebreather/bubbler combo coming from $Two's side of the room keyed you in early to what followed.](else:)[a sudden restriction in your air intake keying you in to what was happening.] A facsimile of your breathing arrangement inside your Instrument had been created, your airflow this time passing up through the top of an oversized white hood they had been aligning. Once in place, they inflate it, a very consistent pressure spreading across your face-- and rendering you utterly faceless to world beyond. <img alt="punish" src="images/player/punish.png"/> As you fought to breathe, as you contended with the far more intense sense of total enclosure the thicker latex imparted, as you tried to settle into the heavy restraints forcing you into such a strict and uncompromising condition, the touch of the nurses upon your body finally withdrew. "$Zero(if: $2Fate is 2)[ and $Two have ](else:)[ are ] fully sealed and locked, Handler. Awaiting cycle start." "(color: blue)[Well done,]" the familiar voice of Artemis, so muffled, drew closer. You felt the back of a hand running gently across your breast, finding nipples already painfully hard, before drifting down to rest on your waist. Her other hand settled on something you only now realized had been pressed up between your legs. "(color: blue)[That is a Wetware grade vibrator wand,]" she explained. "(color: blue)[The technicians here have to build them strong to sate your kind. It will be running for the next (if: $Shocker < 4)[week.](else-if: $Shocker is 4 or 5 or 6)[two weeks.](else:)[three weeks.] You do not have permission to orgasm, and will not be given the opportunity to do so. (if: $Fate is 2)[After all, you asked for this.](else:)[You demonstrated in the field you cannot control yourself, so we will enforce that control instead. I will return thrice through your time inside, at which point you may beg for my mercy.]]" She gave you no further opportunity to respond, before flicking the device on between your legs. It felt good. Maddeningly, ravenously so. [[And you cannot escape it...->SuitRun1]]

<img alt="punish" src="images/player/punish.png"/> (if: $Fate is 2)[You may have begged for this, but that didn't make it any easier.](else:)[You may have orgasmed in your Instrument already, but you were already horny again.] And the powerful vibrator secured between your legs, pressed up against your slit, is as subtle as a battering ram. It takes only a few minutes for even the arousal limits of a Wetware to be reached. With that thing running so hard, you would cum long and pure, a thought that sees you tense up even as the pleasure crests-- --and you're **shocked** so hard you can only scream. The vibrator disengages too, the orgasm you had been sprinting towards the edge of disappearing like a Dissonance in the sun. No matter how hard you fought and begged into your gag, it would not return-- though the vibrator did. A few minutes later you fully realized what $Artemis had meant when you were to be "cycled", as again you crested the final rise of an orgasmic high, only for the pain and halting vibrations to slam you back down. A process, a *cycle*, that repeated again and again and again... Hours passed, perhaps days? You could no more tell the passage of time than you could stop that awful cycle, the all-embracing sensation of your Discipline Suit amplifying the sensations, so much latex and bondage exactly the sort of thing that got you wet. You wanted to cum, you wanted it more than anything, but that was simply not allowed. "(color: blue)[$Zero...]" Breathing raggedly through your rebreather, at first you thought the voice to be in your own head. But no-- it was your earpiece, a voice low and sweet and so very desired in that moment. $Artemis. (if: $Fate is 2)["(color: blue)[You could have orgasmed, but you wanted this. I am so very proud of you. Machines can handle so much-- and they must. Since the first Dissonant song, we've lost so much, as a people. There are never enough of us. Humans are an endangered species. And Wetware candidates are a thousand times rarer. So few have nervous systems capable of bearing the mental load, bodies capable of hours and hours of stimulation, and the mind of an utter, unrepentant submissive. To admit what you are, and what you want, only makes you stronger But as I said, if you have had enough... you may beg for an early release.]](else:)["(color: blue)[Machines can handle so much-- and they must. Since the first Dissonant song, we've lost so much, as a people. There are never enough of us. Humans are an endangered species. And Wetware candidates are a thousand times rarer. So few have nervous systems capable of bearing the mental load, bodies capable of hours and hours of stimulation, and the mind of an utter, unrepentant submissive. That does not mean you are allowed to orgasm without my permission. Think of it every time you are cycled and denied. But... as I said, if you have had enough... you may beg for an early release.]]" You nearly orgasmed on that last word, *release*, but again the shocker halted you. Tears welled beneath hood and blindfold. You wanted to cum *so badly.* [[Moan that you deserve this...->SuitRun2]] [[Beg to be released...!->SuitAsk]]

<img alt="punish" src="images/player/punish.png"/> You *did* deserve this, and are left to it. More time passes, and your world collapses. Where once there had been the Bastion, the Dissonant, *everything*-- now you only had the heavy, constant scent of latex, the pressure of your suit, the stricture of your bondage, and that vibrator, churning all but eternally. You almost *wanted* it to run forever, if only to avoid the raw frustration that came when it turned off, when you were shocked so hard. It was a routine, one that cycled through in the space of a few minutes at the very most, or so it seemed. The only break came when they fed you. You presumed it was once a day, but had lost track of the count. It was not latex, bondage, or vibration-- and you had no more strength for anything else. The nutrient slurry pumped into your mouth at least helped a bit. It never tasted good, but it did give you a burst of energy. You tried to keep the image of your strictly restrained body being fed like that from your mind-- it only aroused you further, and that made the shocks come quicker. Sometime later... hours? Days? $Artemis returned, as foretold. "(color: blue)[I can train you to endure, $Zero, but your limits are ultimately your own. This war is like a siege-- and I am certain you girls are the tool we will use to finally shatter that black song. You are the fourth generation of Wetware, and the strongest yet by far. Discipline Suits are only approved for use on your generation, after all.]" She paused. Had she gone? You could not tell, but you did nearly cum. Then came the shock, the frustration, and her voice again. She was still there. "(color: blue)[Do you want release, $Zero?]" [[Yes... beg for it... whatever it takes...->SuitAsk2]] [[No... this was... for your own good...->SuitRun3]]

<img alt="punish" src="images/player/punish.png"/> (set: $Strike to it + 1) (if: $Strike is 1)[$Artemis clicked her tongue. "(color: blue)[No.]" No? But she had said, you couldn't-- the thoughts are ripped from your mind by a fresh near-orgasm and its attending nerve wrenching shock. (if: $Fate is 2)["(color: blue)[I know what you must think, $Zero. But you asked for this. It is my duty to know what you need, not what you *want.*]"](else:)["(color: blue)[You have yet to learn your lesson. I know you think you have, but no-- you have not.]"] And with that she goes silent, perhaps watching you still, perhaps having left. You have absolutely no way of knowing.](if: $Strike is 2)[Instead of an immediate response, you suddenly felt a hand exploring your glossy, smooth breast-- tracing where the straps holding you to the wall met it. To most it would have been barely anything, a tease, but after so long with nothing but your bondage and the want between your legs, well-- you nearly orgasmed right there, only for the cycle to trigger early, and seemingly earlier. In its wake you moan anew. "(color: blue)[Think on this, $Zero, as you nearly cum-- again and again. Do you *deserve* to cum?]" The words echo in your mind, or perhaps that was just a figment of your sex-starved mind. Either way, you're left in your tight bondage, with little else to ponder.](if: $Strike is 3)["(color: blue)[I had hoped you would realize,]" $Artemis mused in your ear. "(color: blue)[That you do not get to make choices like that, $Zero. You are allowed only to endure what we demand of you. That is what makes you special. That is what makes you Wetware. But we do test you, at times.]" You nearly came twice in those bare sentences, writhing in your bondage, enduring as best you can. She was never going to allow you out early-- this was exactly what she had said it would be. A test.] [[Do you moan, or weep?->SuitRun2]]

<img alt="punish" src="images/player/punish.png"/> Did you pass out at that moment, or merely lose track of your own mind? When it returned, it came with a memory, somewhat recent. You-- leaning forward, pressing your head to a device that aligned before your eyes. A flash of light... and they took your mind. Would you ever see it returned? Did you deserve to? Another shock snapped you from the thought, back to the hell that was your existence within the Discipline Suit. You knew you were sweating beneath all the layers, just as you knew you were gasping for breath, fighting the posture collar as if that would allow you one free inhalation. How long had it been? *How long?* You had a Wetware's endurance when it came to bondage, but even your limbs ached, the straps all around you biting deep. Another shock, another failed orgasm. You couldn't even feel your own womanhood anymore, not after so much direct stimulation, but it still emanated sensations. Aching, begging, otherworldly desire-- then frustration and pain, so much pain. Tipping your head forward the scant eighth of an inch you could, you imagine someone holding you, running hands down your exhausted, yet still so very glossy body. You were helpless before them, yet they took no advantage, merely holding-- comforting. A bit of warmth before the next orgasm, before the next shock, before the next lesson, it felt like bliss, it felt like... "(color: blue)[$Zero.]" $Artemis. Was she holding you? Could you trust your own mind anymore? "(color: blue)[Do you want out, $Zero?]" [[Yes... yes... please... yes...->SuitAsk3]] [[No...->SuitEnder]]

<img alt="punish" src="images/player/punish.png"/> When it finally ended, after (if: $Shocker < 4)[a full week](else-if: $Shocker is 4 or 5 or 6)[two full weeks](else:)[three full weeks], there was little fanfare. Hands merely settled on you, though you thought them another delirious dream. Only when your hood was finally removed, your sweat-soaked hair and fluttering eyes blessed with fresh air, did you realized they had come to release you. (set: $Blindfold to false)(color: green)[Blindfold removed!] (if: $2Fate is 2)[(if: $Shocker is 4 or 5 or 6)[<img alt="punish" src="images/002/2punish.png"/> Across the room, $Two also had her mask off, her blue eyes unfocused as she stared straight ahead, seemingly senseless. You aren't doing much better, drool running down your chin and onto your chest.](else-if: $2Fate is 2 and $Shocker < 4)[<img alt="punish" src="images/002/2punish.png"/> Across the room, $Two remains securely installed in her own Discipline Suit-- you may have earned only a week of such treatment, but she still had another to go. She seems to be shaking in her restraints, her sealed cunt grinding against the head of the vibrator between her legs as she fights to climax. You know from personal experience that would be a losing battle, and you witness that too, the telltale full body clench of a shock overtaking her. She screams, the sound muffled and distant, only for it to devolve into a further moan as her vibrator engages again. It is more than a little arousing to think you had been just like that mere minutes ago. Or perhaps that was your sexual frustration talking. ](else-if: $Shocker > 6)[Your eyes struggle to focus as you stare into the near distance, drool running freely down your chin and onto your chest. What you do notice, at least, is that $Two had already been removed from her own suit. Had your extra week of bondage truly passed already?]](else:)[Your eyes struggle to focus as you stare into the near distance, drool running freely down your chin and onto your chest.] In the end the nurses have to wheel you out of the cell on a gurney, (if: $Shocker < 4)[several hours](else:)[several days] of recuperation in a more traditional hospital room required before you were finally discharged. You spent most of the time in fitful slumber, waiting for the salves and painkillers they gave you to take full effect. Somewhere along the way you must have had a visitor though, as you wake to find a card left on the bedside table. Brilliant (color: blue)[blue] ink in a firm, precise hand decorate one side. (color: blue)[*You did well to endure it.*] $Artemis. Thoughts of her swirl in your mind as you doze back off. [[They release you soon after.->Part2Start]]

<img alt="podhall" src="images/set/podhall.png"/> Stepping out of the shower chamber, you found yourself in the Wetware sleeping quarters. Eight individual pod-like rectangles lined the narrow hallway, though you knew only three of them were occupied at the moment. It was hard to imagine how crowded it would have been if the Bastion was at full complement. Certainly there would have been *someone* there to notice your nakedness, but there was only the camera on the wall for that. It didn't bother you-- since being singled out as a potential Wetware you had been monitored almost constantly. There was even a camera in the shower you had just left. Of the eight, your pod is the first on right, top level. (color: cyan)[Wetware 00] was printed on a small plaque near the doorpad as you climbed up on the first step of the ladder nearby. The door slid open automatically in reaction, your meager worldly possessions coming into view. <img alt="podbed" src="images/set/podbed.png"/> Private property was forbidden to Wetware, and guards searched your quarters twice a week to ensure you were not hiding contraband, but they did allow a few temporary possessions. Yours rest on a shelf built into the far wall and consist of a book and keycard. To your surprise however, there is also a small blue-gold box you don't recognize. (set: $Outfit to 0)(set: $Choc to 0)(set: $Keycard to 0)(set: $Strike to 0)(set: $Fiveintro to false) [[Strange.->RoomHub]]

<img alt="podbed" src="images/set/podbed.png"/> You stand before the small pod you called home, (if: $Outfit is 0)[feeling slightly cold as the last droplets of water dry on your naked body.](else-if: $Outfit is 1)[your casual uniform feeling a bit stiff as you examine your things.](else:)[your wetsuit glossy in the reflected light.] [[Examine the book.->CheckBook]] (if: $Choc is 0)[[[Examine the Gold Box that wasn't there before.->CheckBox]]](else-if: $Choc is 1)[You have eaten the chocolate that once rested in the gold box.](else-if: $Choc is 2)[The Gold Box with the chocolate inside rests on the shelf.](else:)[You have thrown away the gold box and the chocolate within.] (if: $Keycard is 0)[[[Examine the Keycard.->CheckKeycard]]](else-if: $Outfit is 2)[The Keycard sits on the shelf, unnecessary when wearing your plugsuit.](else:)[You have picked up your keycard.] [[Examine yourself in the mirror->CheckMirror]] (if: $Outfit is 0)[[[Open your outfit locker, get dressed.->CheckOutfits]]](else:)[You have already gotten dressed.] [[Close the door and leave the Slot.->LeaveRooms]]

You pick up the small book, selected from the library made available to Wetware. Like all the books in the selection, it is written in the QK-script, a mathematically based shorthand developed specifically for use by Instrument systems that synced with Wetware. Far more condensed and concise that normal languages, there is no natural way to speak it but you can read it just fine-- for Wetware it came naturally after being synced long enough, regular people had to study it for years. The title is *Incremental Delineation: the Generation Progress of Wetware Since the First Black Symphony* [[Put the book back down.->RoomHub]] [[Flip it open to a random page.->BookPage]]

The Box, a pastel blue with golden accents, fit snugly in the palm of your hand. But where had it come from? This was exactly the sort of thing that usually qualified as contraband for Wetware-- and that basically meant anything not at least somewhat related to your purpose and missions. It would be a simple thing to open it, and sate your curiosity. Or you could dispose of it right now, you weren't allowed to have it after all. [[Open it up at least!->OpenBox]] [[Throw the Box away, unopened.->ThrowBoxNoOpen]]

<img alt="PlayerID1" src="images/reg/PlayerID1.png"/> The keycard is familiar to you, a well-used tool for getting around the Bastion. As a military installation security was a high priority, and the keycard could be used to get through the various doors and checkpoints spread throughout. Yours of course was more unique than most, given your status as Wetware (if: $Outfit is 2)[You didn't actually need the keycard to leave your room, however. Having decided to put on your wetsuit, the ID-chip in your right wrist cuff would provide the same functionality. And of course you didn't have any pockets to carry it at the moment. [[Put the card down.->RoomHub]]](else-if: $Outfit is 0)[You would need this, or an equivalent, to leave the Wetware sleeping quarters. Taking it now would be foolish however, as your naked body lacked any means of carrying it. [[Put the card down.->RoomHub]]](else:)[You would need this to leave the Wetware sleeping quarters. Of course your Wetsuit had the same functionality built into its right cuff, but you had chosen a more... human outfit, and thus would need the keycard. Best to take it with you. (set: $Keycard to 1)(set: $ID to true) [[Take the card.->RoomHub]]]

(if: $Outfit is 0)[<img alt="nakedface" src="images/player/nakedface.png"/> Looking into the mirror off to the side of your bed, you find your reflection looking back. Young, with short blue hair-- you had been born with that shade, a marker of latent Dissonant corruption in the womb, or so people said. The red of your eyes however were unnatural, a result of the replacement of your irises with a design that could integrate with Instrument hardware. Apparently the procedure could result in a variety of vivid colors. By habit you check your makeup. Darkly contoured eyelids, long lashes, perfectly shaped eyebrows-- to maintain one's self was a requirement you bore as Wetware, and one $Artemis enforced rigorously. To be anything less than presentable suggested a lack of readiness in the Wetware program, and that simply would not do. At least you did not have to adjust it much, as modern cosmetics lasted for several weeks at a time. Otherwise you weren't wearing anything, though you could always come back once you decided on what to wear.](else-if: $Outfit is 2)[<video src="images/player/selfexam.webm" type="video/webm" autoplay loop muted controls></video> Looking into the mirror off to the side of your bed, you find your reflection looking back. Young, with short blue hair-- you had been born with that shade, a marker of latent Dissonant corruption in the womb, or so people said. The red of your eyes however were unnatural, a result of the replacement of your irises with a design that could integrate with Instrument hardware. Apparently the procedure could result in a variety of vivid colors. By habit you check your makeup. Darkly contoured eyelids, long lashes, perfectly shaped eyebrows-- to maintain one's self was a requirement you bore as Wetware, and one $Artemis enforced rigorously. To be anything less than presentable suggested a lack of readiness in the Wetware program, and that simply would not do. At least you did not have to adjust it much, as modern cosmetics lasted for several weeks at a time. You had chosen to wear your Wetsuit over more "normal" clothing", and it clung to your body like a second glossy skin. Your number, printed on the center of your chest, stood out along with the black and orange secondary panels. The pair of neural clips in your hair were white too, and were designed to be integrated into the gags you so often wore. Wearing your Wetsuit, there would be no confusion regarding what you are-- humans wore textiles, while you are wrapped in skintight latex. You had long since associated its subtle pressure all over your body as reassuring, though that came at the cost of your humanity of course.](else:)[<img alt="frontuni" src="images/player/frontuni.png"/> Looking into the mirror off to the side of your bed, you find your reflection looking back. Young, with short blue hair-- you had been born with that shade, a marker of latent Dissonant corruption in the womb, or so people said. The red of your eyes however were unnatural, a result of the replacement of your irises with a design that could integrate with Instrument hardware. Apparently the procedure could result in a variety of vivid colors. By habit you check your makeup. Darkly contoured eyelids, long lashes, perfectly shaped eyebrows-- to maintain one's self was a requirement you bore as Wetware, and one $Artemis enforced rigorously. To be anything less than presentable suggested a lack of readiness in the Wetware program, and that simply would not do. At least you did not have to adjust it much, as modern cosmetics lasted for several weeks at a time. You had chosen to wear your "casual" uniform, a blue dress over white blouse offset by red bow and black knee-high socks. It was made of textiles, the sort humans wore, and felt just a tad too scratchy to your skin-- but it would let you blend in a bit better with the Bastion's staff. A *bit*. The uniform was that of the city's Academy, where the best and brightest trained for roles in the Defense Forces, but it was rare indeed that other Academy students came to the Bastion. Nevertheless, as you twisted your hips back and forth and watched the skirt flair, it did feel good to wear something besides latex.] [[Step back and away.->RoomHub]]

Your outfit locker is a large panel to the left of your cubby, $Zero once again printed neatly on it near the recessed handle. Opening it reveals... a very limited selection. Just two in fact. The first is your casual uniform, a dress and blouse combination used by Academy members within the city proper. While your situation was obviously irregular, the Academy did operate a small enclave within the Bastion for the further training of you and your fellow wetware. The other option, currently sheathed in protective plastic, is of course your Wetsuit. Mandatory wearing of it was only required on days you were scheduled to be on deployment standby, but there was nothing in the regulations against wearing it otherwise-- $Five almost always did, in fact. But it was a *Wetsuit*, skin-tight and latex, lacking pockets or other utilitarian features. It would mark you out as Wetware and nothing else. [[Close the locker for now.->RoomHub]] [[Examine the Academy Uniform.->CheckUni]] [[Examine the Wetsuit.->CheckWet]]

<img alt="podbed" src="images/set/podbed.png"/> The door at the far end of the Slot stands closed, its armored and reinforced design suggesting it protected things of great value-- namely yourself and the other Wetware. A panel at the side would allow exiting, if you had the right access. (if: $Outfit is 2)[Had you chosen the Academy uniform you would have required a keycard to leave, but your Wetsuit was designed to control and monitor you-- and as such it had an ID chip embedded in your wrist cuff. All it would take is holding up your arm to the scanner. [[Time to leave.->ExitRoom]] [[Go back to your bed.->RoomHub]]](else-if: $Keycard is 1)[(if: $Outfit > 0)[Dressed and ready for the day, you pull forth your ID card. All it would take is slotting it through the door's scanner to leave. [[Do it, time to leave.->ExitRoom]] [[Turn back to your bed.->RoomHub]]](else:)[You had your keycard and a *desire* to leave... but you needed to get dressed to do that. Running about the Bastion naked would be ridiculous. [[Turn back to your bed.->RoomHub]]]](else:)[Unfortunately you do not have your keycard, or the chip embedded in a wetsuit. Collecting either would allow you to leave. [[Turn back, return to your bed.->RoomHub]]]

You open the book to a random page near the front, the compact and tightly arranged symbols translating easily as your eyes skim over them. *The First and Second Generation Wetware were largely incomplete system components, developed during a period of extended emergency and deeply limited in sync-rates and resulting capability. The Third Generation solved the existent problems revolving around Wetware burnout rates, and for the first time achieved sync-rates over 60%. With these tools the Designated Fallback positions were stabilized, and development slowed considerably as performance gains became increasingly difficult to achieve.* *The Fourth and current generation of Wetware can be easily recognized by their much reduced spinal hardware and the introduction of synthetic irises, resulting in a variety of vivid colors after implantation. Genetic improvements have also allowed for longer duration missions, and greatly improved overall combat ability.* You were a fourth generation Wetware, of course. The first production model assigned to this Bastion, thus your designation. $Zero. It was hard not to think of it as a name, but if you were ever to be reassigned they would likely relabel you as necessary. Only people were allowed names. [[Put the book down.->RoomHub]]

<img alt="choc" src="images/reg/choc.png"/> Opening up the small box reveals... chocolate inside. A small swirled luxury and a rare delicacy in the Bastion-- much less the city beyond. You had heard of the stuff somewhere or another, that it was transported in from another region, but had never actually tasted it yourself. You are not allowed such things, of course. Most days you were allowed only nutrient slurries, actual food being reserved for rewards. And hadn't you heard that chocolate made one fat? Maintaining a strict weight and physical proportions was another requirement placed upon you. But it was so small, and you were curious... [[Eat the chocolate!->EatChoc]] [[Put it back, save it for later.->SaveChoc]] [[Throw the contraband away.->TossChoc]]

Curious or not, you are Wetware and this was not allowed. Opening the small disposal chute in your cubby, you dropped the box down it entirely unopened. Whatever secret it had contained would be sent to the incinerator, but you felt a warm little tingle nevertheless. It felt good to comply. (set: $Choc to 3) [[Focus on other things.->RoomHub]]

<img alt="choc" src="images/reg/choc.png"/> Carefully you plucked the chocolate from its little packaged bed, held it briefly before you, then popped it in your mouth. The flavor was *immediate* and intense, a sweetness you had never experienced before. It was so good! Yet it melted quickly in your mouth, the treat lingering longer. You are Wetware, intense-- even extreme-- stimulation was a frequent experience for you, but that little piece of chocolate... it almost competed with such things, if only because of its novelty. How many other little things like this did you miss out on, given your position? Something to ponder as you slipped the empty packaging down your cubby's garbage disposal. (set: $Choc to 1) [[Best to dispose of the evidence.->RoomHub]]

<img alt="choc" src="images/reg/choc.png"/> Perhaps you were struck with indecision, perhaps your conscious whispered that it was *forbidden.* Whatever the case, you found yourself closing the small box again and returning it to the shelf. There it glimmered in the soft lighting of your cubby, a secret you likely could not keep for long-- the guards would find it soon. Still, it felt good to know you owned *something*-- if only for a day. (set: $Choc to 2) [[Focus on other things.->RoomHub]]

The chocolate looked tempting and you were terribly curious to try it, but your training took over for you. This was contraband and you were Wetware, possession of it was not allowed. Opening the small disposal chute in your cubby, you dropped the golden box and its candy treasure down it. It felt good to comply. (set: $Choc to 3) [[Focus on other things.->RoomHub]]

<img alt="uni1" src="images/player/uni1.png"/> White and blue with a splash of red, the Academy uniform is made of synthetic textiles and well-fitted-- keeping your exacting measurements was undoubtedly some poor fool's sole job in the Bastion. [[Put it on!->SelectUni]] [[Examine your Wetsuit.->CheckWet]]

<img alt="uni1" src="images/player/fullbod.png"/> Your Wetsuit rests in its protective enclosure, looking thin and frail-- it needed a body to fill it out and smooth out the wrinkles. Otherwise it is much as you remembered it, glossy and smooth, the universal uniform of Wetware like yourself. Wearing it would mark you out as less than human, but... you are less than them, aren't you? [[Put it on!->SelectWet]] [[Examine the Academy Uniform.->CheckUni]]

<img alt="uni1" src="images/player/uni1.png"/> Pulling out the uniform and hooking its hanger on your cubby's lip, you slide on the undergarments first-- a simple pair of panties and a supportive bra. Over it you slide the blouse then the skirt, adjusting the suspender-like portions that ran over your shoulders. The bow you tie in a loose design just below your throat before pulling up the black socks and sliding on the black shoes. A simple affair all things considered, but comfortable. *Mostly.* You always found textiles to just the slightest bit itchy-- the sort of edge-of-consciousness thing that only revealed itself if you found yourself focusing on it as you were doing now. Forcing that from your mind, you found other intrusive thoughts slipping in. Dressed like this... you could almost wonder what girls your age wore in the city itself, or remembering the glances you caught while being escorted through that area. This outfit at least made you feel, you supposed, just a little bit human. (set: $Outfit to 1) (color: green)[Academy Uniform Equipped] [[And that's not a bad thing.->RoomHub]]

<img alt="uni1" src="images/player/fullbod.png"/> Pulling out the uniform and hooking its hanger on your cubby's lip, you undo the protective sheath's seals. They release with a quiet hiss, allowing you to pull the singular garment out. If necessary a full team could assist your suiting up in the space of a few seconds, but alone the process takes longer. A hidden seam along the back, following the counter of the powerpack allows you to create a space just large enough to stick one leg in, then the other. Pulling it up is a struggle, but it had been stored with lube inside, and the material was quite stretchy-- it just took effort. You manage, inch by inch, first aligning the boots, then working it up your legs, your thighs, your waist and chest. The breast cups await only pressing your chest into them, the barest glimpse of the electrodes and stim-array built inside to further your arousal when slotted in. Pushing your arms into the sleeves, you flex your hands inside the gloves to settle them. That left only the seam itself still cracked open and a variety of wrinkles, both of which you dispel by activating the controller built into your right wrist. With a fresh hiss the suit pulls just a bit tighter, squeezing out the wrinkles and closing the seam until it was as if it had never been. You found yourself pressing your chest out just a bit further in the aftermath, the all-body embrace pushing you towards a perfected posture. Only then did the automatic locks engage across the suit, securing your wrist shackles, sealing the seam access, and utterly imprisoning you inside. You lack the code to disengage them, and would need to seek permission for that. Slowly you examine yourself, checking the Wetsuit over. It looked good, the cold clamminess it had started with rapidly disappearing as your body heat soaked in. Altogether you look like the perfect Wetware-- ready for service, capable of being restrained, uniformed and submissive. (set: $Outfit to 2) (color: red)[Wetsuit Equipped and Locked!] [[Tap your wrist.->WetIDCheck]]

<img alt="lounge" src="images/set/lounge.png"/> If the Slot and its pod-like containers was your bed, the Lounge could best be considered your home. A contained space set aside for the communal use of all Wetware, it consisted primarily of a high-ceiling area featuring a couch, loungers, tables, and a pool at its very center. A half dozen cameras blink menacingly from their perches above, but it is the woman seated on the pool's edge that draws your eye. $Five. [[She gives a knowing smile.->Meet5]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> "Hey, sis." She always called you and $Two that, to $Two's consternation. At 24 years of age she was older than you, and taller too. For the moment however she was seated on the pool's edge, her legs kicking slowly in the crystalline water. (if: $Outfit is 1)[Unlike you she wore her Wetsuit,](else:)[like you she wore her Wetsuit,] a primarily pink ensemble with contoured white ridges across her chest and waist. A pair of red glasses rested a bit further down her nose than would have been useful, but she didn't need them anyway. Like all fourth generation Wetware her eyes had been perfected by implanting custom optics. "Got lucky, y'know. That new Doctor came around, asking about how you were doing. Any other one would have woken you up, ran tests or whatever. She actually said she would come back latter though, when I told her you were sleeping. That one is still learning, heh." She perked up suddenly, as if just remembering something. "You see what I left you?" (if: $Choc is 0)[[["I have no idea what you're talking about.->DumbChoc]]](else:)[[["You mean that gold box...?"->IdentBox]] [["You mean that contraband box?"->ContraBox]]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> Her smile falters for a moment, then comes back even stronger. "I guess I should have uploaded it to your optics like a mission parameter, huh? That's my bad, sis. Nevermind, the guards will dispose of it anyway. If anyone asks, just tell them I gave it to you." Had you missed something in your bed area? It was too late to go back now. "Anyway... haven't seen you around for awhile. My being out of commission for a bit, your schedule, being perpetually understocked in Wetware... you know how it is. How are you doing?" [["Not too bad, I guess."->5NotBad]] [["I've been better."->5BeenBetter]] [["I am ready to serve, if needed."->5Serve]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> Her smile widens even further. "Yeah, but the box is just a box. I meant what's inside, the chocolate! You try it?" (if: $Choc is 1)[You had, and tell her so. "Pretty good, right?](else:)[You did not, and tell her so. "Aw, come on.] Swiped it from a desk in the Control Room, figured you might like it. Just because we're Wetware doesn't mean we can't have some nice things too." $Five reached up, adjusting her headband slightly. Unlike your hair clips, her gag mounts are embedded in the larger band itself. "Anyway... haven't seen you around for awhile. My being out of commission for a bit, your schedule, being perpetually understocked in Wetware... you know how it is. How are you doing?" [["Not too bad, I guess."->5NotBad]] [["I've been better."->5BeenBetter]] [["I am ready to serve, if needed."->5Serve]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> Her smile falters, only to come back even stronger. "Don't be like that, it was a gift. A gift of chocolate, sis. Did you try it?" (if: $Choc is 1)[You had, and tell her so. "Pretty good, right?](else:)[You did not, and tell her so. "Aw, come on.] Swiped it from a desk in the Control Room, figured you might like it. Just because we're Wetware doesn't mean we can't have some nice things too." $Five reached up, adjusting her headband slightly. Unlike your hair clips, her gag mounts are embedded in the larger band itself. "Anyway... haven't seen you around for awhile. My being out of commission for a bit, your schedule, being perpetually understocked in Wetware... you know how it is. How are you doing?" [["Not too bad, I guess."->5NotBad]] [["I've been better."->5BeenBetter]] [["I am ready to serve, if needed."->5Serve]]

<img alt="sitting" src="images/005/sitting.png"/> $Five pulls her legs from the water, rivulets running in smooth lines down her glossy form. (if: $Fate is 1)["No offense, but I'm kinda doubting that. Heard they put you in a Discipline Suit after the last op. I'm a total slut, and even I get loopy in those things after a few hours. No shame in admitting to it.](if: $Fate is 2)["I heard you got put into a Discipline Suit after the last op. Normally I'd say that could never leave someone 'not too bad'... but I also heard you begged for the treatment? I guess we're both sluts for that sort of thing, huh?](if: $Fate is 3)["I bet you are, heard you got an officially sanctioned orgasm from $Artemis herself. Makes me a little wet just thinking about it, you know?](if: $Fate is 4)["Better than expected, then. Heard they put you in a reconditioning pod. Burned a fresh set of tactical scenarios into your mind, huh? Not exactly fun.](if: $Fate is 5)["Better than expected, then. Heard they put you in a reconditioning pod. Gave you the old full body workout, huh? Not exactly fun.] But hey-- that thing you fought out there, I read the reports. Hell of a thing." "I'll be out at least for another week, they tell me. My Instrument's neural rig is being replaced, and its taking longer than normal. Something about my being a retrofitted Gen-3, I guess." She shrugs pink, sloping shoulders. "You should probably track down that Doctor, the new one. Uh... Doctor Kasa, that was the name! The doe-eyed one who tries really hard not to stare at a Wetsuit but only makes it more obvious. She said she would be near the City Entrance, I guess some Academy students are visiting." [["Academy Students?"->AskAcad]] [["I will report promptly."->ReportPrompt]] [["I was going to do my own things today."->OwnThings]]

<img alt="sitting" src="images/005/sitting.png"/> $Five pulls her legs from the water, rivulets running in smooth lines down her glossy form. (if: $Fate is 1)["Yeah, I can believe that. Heard they put you in a Discipline Suit after the last op. I'm a total slut, and even I get loopy in those things after a few hours. No shame in admitting to it.](if: $Fate is 2)["I heard you got put into a Discipline Suit after the last op. Normally I wouldn't be surprised by you feeling raw after that... but I also heard you begged for the treatment? I guess we're both sluts for that sort of thing, huh?](if: $Fate is 3)["Really? Heard you got an officially sanctioned orgasm from $Artemis herself. Makes me a little wet just thinking about it, you know?](if: $Fate is 4)["About what I expected, then. Heard they put you in a reconditioning pod. Burned a fresh set of tactical scenarios into your mind, huh? Not exactly fun.](if: $Fate is 5)["About what I expected, then. Heard they put you in a reconditioning pod. Gave you the old full body workout, huh? Not exactly fun.] But hey-- that thing you fought out there, I read the reports. Hell of a thing." "I'll be out at least for another week, they tell me. My Instrument's neural rig is being replaced, and its taking longer than normal. Something about my being a retrofitted Gen-3, I guess." She shrugs pink, sloping shoulders. "You should probably track down that Doctor, the new one. Uh... Doctor Kasa, that was the name!. The doe-eyed one who tries really hard not to stare at a Wetsuit but only makes it more obvious. She said she would be near the City Entrance, I guess some Academy students are visiting." [["Academy Students?"->AskAcad]] [["I will report promptly."->ReportPrompt]] [["I was going to do my own things today."->OwnThings]]

<img alt="sitting" src="images/005/sitting.png"/> $Five pulls her legs from the water, rivulets running in smooth lines down her glossy form. "Of course, we all are. But I (if: $Fate is 1)[heard they put you in a Discipline Suit after the last op. I'm a total slut, and even I get loopy in those things after a few hours. No shame in admitting to it.](if: $Fate is 2)[heard you got put into a Discipline Suit after the last op. Normally I wouldn't be surprised by you feeling raw after that... but I also heard you begged for the treatment? I guess we're both sluts for that sort of thing, huh?](if: $Fate is 3)[heard you got an officially sanctioned orgasm from $Artemis herself. Makes me a little wet just thinking about it, you know?](if: $Fate is 4)[heard they put you in a reconditioning pod. Burned a fresh set of tactical scenarios into your mind, huh? Not exactly fun.](if: $Fate is 5)[heard they put you in a reconditioning pod. Gave you the old full body workout, huh? Not exactly fun.] But hey-- that thing you fought out there, I read the reports. Hell of a thing." "I'll be out at least for another week, they tell me. My Instrument's neural rig is being replaced, and its taking longer than normal. Something about my being a retrofitted Gen-3, I guess." She shrugs pink, sloping shoulders. "You should probably track down that Doctor, the new one. Uh... Doctor Kasa, that was the name! The doe-eyed one who tries really hard not to stare at a Wetsuit but only makes it more obvious. She said she would be near the City Entrance, I guess some Academy students are visiting." [["Academy Students?"->AskAcad]] [["I will report promptly."->ReportPrompt]] [["I was going to do my own things today."->OwnThings]]

<img alt="sitting" src="images/005/sitting.png"/> "Yep." Sufficiently dried, $Five rose to her feet. "A fresh crop of humans your age, being shown around the Bastion. Bet they would get a kick out of seeing an actual Wetware, face-to-face. (if: $Outfit is 1)[Then you can field that one question we always get, about schooling, considering you're wearing the Academy uniform. Do we go to regular classes? No. Can we read? Better than they can. Bleh.](else:)[Especially when you're in your Wetsuit. Such stares they will give, then the questions come. How do they feel to wear? Good. Are we really locked into them? Yes. Bleh.]" $Five moved over to the wall, leaning against it. "One other thing. $Artemis is in the hot labs. I know its your rest day, and its undoubtedly hers, but Handlers are gonna Handle. Or something. Anyway, you should go say hello. Proper thing to do. Just... do it last, is my suggestion. Once a Handler gets her leash on you, there often isn't a chance to do much else, y'know? *You did.* [[With that, 05 moved turned on a TV vid-screen and stood to watch it.->LoungeBreak]]

<img alt="sitting" src="images/005/sitting.png"/> "I don't think she can give you a commendation for being so dutiful, $Zero." Sufficiently dried, $Five rose to her feet, but winked along the way. "You will find her showing a fresh crop of humans your age, around the Bastion. Bet they would get a kick out of seeing an actual Wetware, face-to-face. (if: $Outfit is 1)[Then you can field that one question we always get, about schooling, considering you're wearing the Academy uniform. Do we go to regular classes? No. Can we read? Better than they can. Bleh.](else:)[Especially when you're in your Wetsuit. Such stares they will give, then the questions come. How do they feel to wear? Good. Are we really locked into them? Yes. Bleh.]" $Five moved over to the wall, leaning against it. "One other thing. $Artemis is in the hot labs. I know its your rest day, and its undoubtedly hers, but Handlers are gonna Handle. Or something. Anyway, you should go say hello. Proper thing to do. Just... do it last, is my suggestion. Once a Handler gets her leash on you, there often isn't a chance to do much else, y'know? *You did.* [[With that, 05 moved turned on a TV vid-screen and stood to watch it.->LoungeBreak]]

<img alt="sitting" src="images/005/sitting.png"/> "Let me give you some advice, sis. If you're going to piss off one of the Doctors controlling our dildos while slotted in, pick and choose those fights carefully, alright?" Sufficiently dried, $Five rose to her feet, but winked along the way. "You will find her showing a fresh crop of humans your age, around the Bastion. Bet they would get a kick out of seeing an actual Wetware, face-to-face. (if: $Outfit is 1)[Then you can field that one question we always get, about schooling, considering you're wearing the Academy uniform. Do we go to regular classes? No. Can we read? Better than they can. Bleh.](else:)[Especially when you're in your Wetsuit. Such stares they will give, then the questions come. How do they feel to wear? Good. Are we really locked into them? Yes. Bleh.]" $Five moved over to the wall, leaning against it. "One other thing. $Artemis is in the hot labs. I know its your rest day, and its undoubtedly hers, but Handlers are gonna Handle. Or something. Anyway, you should go say hello. Proper thing to do. Just... do it last, is my suggestion. Once a Handler gets her leash on you, there often isn't a chance to do much else, y'know? *You did.* [[With that, 05 moved turned on a TV vid-screen and stood to watch it.->LoungeBreak]]

<img alt="lounge" src="images/set/lounge.png"/> You stand near the center of the Wetware Lounge, the moody lighting reflecting off the pool's glass-like surface. (if: $Outfit is 2)[It does the same on your wetsuit, highlighting your curves beneath.](else:)[Your Academy uniform stands out sharply, a splash of textured normalcy.] $Five stands off to the side, a gloved finger resting on a large TV's channel button, occasionally flicking to another. Besides her, there is only the pool itself, a few strange devices emerging from the wall on the far side of the room, and the door that lead out into the Bastion proper. Your (if: $Outfit is 2)[Wetsuit chip could authorize you to leave that way.](else:)[keycard had enough authorization for you to leave that way.] [[Approach the pool.->Pool]] [[Examine the strange devices in the corner.->LoungeDevices]] (if: $Fiveintro is false)[[[Approach 05, and the TV.->FiveFollow]]](else:)[[[Return to 05's side.->ReturnFive]]] [[Leave via the door.->LeaveLounge]]

<img alt="kasa" src="images/npc/kasa2.png"/> Doctor Kasa watched your efforts, forever in vain, with concern. "Involuntary." Writing to that effect, she handed the log back to the guard, who unsealed the door leading further in. It was yet another airlock, one that cycled you through eventually. Nothing but pure, sterile (color: white)[white] greeted you. The walls, the floors, the ceilings-- all of it pristine and spotless. That at least made some sense, if this was intended to ensure you were not contaminated. Surely the smallest speck of black Dissonant bile would be obvious here. You don't go far. Passing a nurse's station, each of them again dressed in full body hazmat suits, you are eventually halted before a heavy looking door. (color: white)[**ISOLATION CELL #2**] (color: white)[Assigned to:] (color: cyan)[Wetware 00] | (color: red)[Wetware 02] (color: orange)[**Resonance Warning -- Danger**] "Here we are," Doctor Kasa noted, trying to sound cheerful. "Your home for just a short while, I promise. You will be out in no time." Using her keycard to open the door, she directed the men attending you to push you in-- hissed quietly as they did so a bit roughly-- then closed the door behind you. [[Home sweet home...->IsoWard3]]

(set: $Shocker to 4) [[PlayerReport]]

View ID (click: "View ID")[(dialog: [(if: $Flash is 0)[<img alt="playerID1" src="images/reg/PlayerID1.png"/>](else-if: $Flash is 1)[<img alt="playerIDCorr" src="images/reg/PlayerIDCorr.png"/>](else:)[ID BROKEN REPORT ME]], "Put ID Away")]

<img alt="PlayerID1" src="images/reg/PlayerID1.png"/> (set: $ID to true) The small display built into your right wrist shackle ignited, displaying a tiny representation of your ID card. It is familiar to you, a well-used tool for getting around the Bastion. As a military installation security was a high priority, and an ID like that could be used to get through the various doors and checkpoints spread throughout. Yours of course was more unique than most, given your status as Wetware-- and while in your Wetsuit, you didn't even need to carry the physical thing. [[Time to move on.->RoomHub]]

Talk to 05 Checkpoint Embarassment The Food Stand Man Go to Meet Kasa Visit 02? See tunnel to Dissonance Research wing. Meet Artemis

<img alt="lounge" src="images/set/lounge.png"/> The placid waters of the pool glisten silently as you move down the small set of steps beside it. A large decorative light on the wall reflected there, moon-like in a room that was never exposed to the actual sky. And for some reason you find that rather soothing, though you struggle to place a finger on why that was. A whispered thought pulls you closer, daring you to take that final step into the water proper. (if: $Outfit is 2)[Dressed as you are in your Wetsuit, which is waterproof, it would be a simple enough thing to do. [[Step in to the water...->EnterPool]] [[Step back and away...->LoungeBreak]]](else:)[Dressed as you are in an Academy uniform, however, you realized quickly that wouldn't be a good idea. Unlike a Wetsuit, the textiles would soak up the water and leave you wet for a good while. [[Step back and away...->LoungeBreak]]]

Stepping over to the far wall, you find a variety of familiar implements. Two small cages, a dozen different shackles built into the wall, a spreader bar, two different types of gags hanging nearby... just normal things for a Wetware like yourself. Sometimes these things were used when you misbehaved, sometimes when you did everything right-- context made all the difference. But you're strictly forbidden from using them on each other, or yourself. Just having the gear sit there almost seemed a test by $Artemis and the litany of guards that watched over you, but proving that would be impossible. [[Hmmm..->LoungeBreak]]

<img alt="back" src="images/005/back.png"/> (set: $Fiveintro to true) You approach $Five. She seems engrossed in the television she half stood before, half leaned against, one arm up and resting over the top of the screen. But her head turns to greet you, a sly smile crossing her features. "Hey, sis. Nothing good on, sorry to say." As if to demonstrate, she twisted the knob her gloved fingers rested on, ticking past several channels that were censored out with a bright (color: white)[(font: "courier new")[NOT AVAILABLE]] warning splashed across them. "When I was first activated, they used to allow a *few* interesting things through, you know. But with your Generation came updated regs, and now..." She flicked through several more blacked out channels with a sigh, before finally settling on one that actually displayed content. A woman stood beside a projected chart, each row broken down by day and conditions outside. A weather report. The 45th of March, today, is highlighted and marked as 'overcast.' "Guess we're going to have to take their word for it, huh? The Bastion is almost entirely without windows, and getting leave to go outside takes... forever." (if: $Outfit is 1)[ $Five was looking at you, but your eyes linger on the television. Absently you rub at the sleeve of your uniform, the textile material feeling just a bit itchy as you notice... something, in the TV. [[Strange...->FiveHub]]](else:)[ [[She looks to you ruefully.->FiveHub]]]

<img alt="PlayerID1" src="images/reg/PlayerID1.png"/> Leaving the Lounge room would be an easy enough task-- all you had to do was present an ID to the door's access controller. Beyond the Lounge however, there was only a straight shot to the checkpoint that separated the designated Wetware quarters from the rest of the Bastion. Passing through that would make going back a bothersome experience. It would be best to be done with the Lounge entirely. [[Let's step back for a moment...->LoungeBreak]] [[Keep heading forward.->CheckStart]]

<img alt="float" src="images/player/float.png"/> The water parts as you step forward, following the steps ever downward. Your Wetsuit always left you feeling somewhat... divorced from experiencing the world, but it was protective too, an encapsulating presence that made the sensation of standing waist deep in water quite surreal. Another step brought the water to your chest, the smooth curves of your breasts emerging as you contemplated another step, into the depths. The dark water would consume you, and in it you could almost hear... "Hey." The reverie breaks as you look up suddenly, $Five standing at the water's edge. Her hands on her hips. "You... alright, sis? I know what it can feel like, swimming in a suit, but you were staring off like an Entity was about to break through the wall. C'mon, over here." She stepped into the water herself, though only down. You met her there, where the water rose to your shared thighs. $Five placed a gloved thumb beneath your chin, using it to direct your head first one way, then the other. "Didn't ruin your makeup, at least. Good. You know that's part of the observation tests they run, right? If you don't keep it perfect, they flag you for potential degradation of your mental state." She smiled, her confidence in you apparent. "You're good, though. Just be careful. Something is... ah, nevermind. You don't need rumors." (set: $PoolDream to true) [[Leading you back up, she returned to the TV.->LoungeBreak]]

<img alt="back" src="images/005/back.png"/> You approach $Five from behind again, her attention shifting from the television that showed so little to you. "What's up, sis?" [[What indeed?->FiveHub]]

<img alt="back" src="images/005/back.png"/> $Five awaits your intent. [[So you read my last deployment report?"->FiveReport]] [["How long have you been Wetware?"->HowLongFive]] (if: $Choc > 0)[[[So, about that chocolate...->Chock2]]] [["If you're not on duty, why are you wearing your Wetsuit?"->WhyWetFive]] (if: $Outfit is 1)[[[Look deeper into the TV...->StareTV]]] [["Nevermind." Step back.->LoungeBreak]]

<img alt="05ID" src="images/reg/05ID.png"/> $Five lifts an arm, pressing a button on her cuffs to ignite the small emitter built into it. Her ID card flickers to life, the image grainy but legible enough. "I was taken into the Prospect program as a kid, but you mean time since activation I'm guessing? Six years now, which makes me the most experienced Wetware in this Bastion-- not that I'm bragging." She winked at that. "Started as a Gen-III, if you believe that. Got the retrofit surgery about a year ago, but you were around to see that of course. No complaints there-- the implants have gotten so much smaller now. Though I got all sorts of fun scars left over from my old set." She wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. (if: $Outfit is 1)[Her Wetsuit is smooth where your skin pressed against it,](else:)[Your Wetsuits glide against each other where they pressed together,] and its only up close that you notice she was noticeably more busty than you. "There were more Wetware, back then. Something about better Instruments requiring better Wetware, and that narrowing the candidate pool. And the Dissonant just keep getting more aggressive..." She trailed off, only to perk up, and give you one more squeeze. "And now I'm being a downer, ain't I? Sorry, sis. But yeah, does that answer your question? Just don't call me old." [[By Wetware standards she is getting up there...->FiveHub]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> "Oh, I am?" She looked down, as if in shock, only to glance up after a moment with a sly smile. "I do because its my choice to make, and we don't get many of them." $Five shrugged. "And I've just... gotten used to it, I guess? Wearing a Wetsuit is just most comfortable for me, and I sort of like how it always draws so much attention. Everyone knows what I am at a glance, and I always hated those few moments some people took to realize I'm Wetware otherwise." She tipped her head to the side. (if: $Outfit is 1)["I like seeing you and $Two preferring the Academy uniforms, though. You wear it well, and you're still new to being... what we are. There is nothing wrong with a little humanity."](else:)["Maybe you have similar motivations, hmm? There is no hiding from what we are. And you do wear your Wetsuit well..."] [[Interesting...->FiveHub]]

<img alt="tvstatic" src="images/set/tvstatic.gif"/> The longer you stare at the television, the more it seems to lose color. Interpolated dots of black and white emerge, a thousand fracturing little abnormalities that soon consume the screen. They flicker, a snow-like static, as a pattern starts to assert itself in the madness before you. It was more complicated than you could have ever fathomed, and made you suddenly aware of just how uncomfortable your clothes were. They were so stiff and rough, and... making noise? It almost sounded like a... "Hey." The reverie breaks as $Five moved before you, her face interceding between your gaze and the television. Then she stepped forward, a gloved thumb being placed beneath your chin, allowing it to be turned first one way, then the other. "You there? Had me worried for a second-- though I might not have noticed your makeup being anything but perfect. Did you know that's part of the observation tests they run on us? If you don't keep it perfect, they flag you for potential degradation of your mental state." She smiled, her confidence in you apparent. "You're good, though. Just be careful. Something is... ah, nevermind. You don't need rumors." [[She steps out of the way, and weather report greets you.->FiveHub]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> $Five smirks. (if: $Choc is 1)["You mean the *contraband* you ate, the rebellious little Wetware that you are?" She laughed, punching your shoulder somewhat lightly. "I'm kidding, sis. Don't worry about it. Had you left it, they would just thrown it away while searching our quarters. Then no one gets to enjoy. And seriously, if there is one thing I've learned its that you need to enjoy yourself every now and then. Our purpose is to be run hot and put away wet, if you don't indulge every *once* in awhile you will go insane."](if: $Choc is 2)["You mean the expensive, precious chocolate you left in your now locked room?" She laughed, punching your shoulder somewhat lightly. "I'm kidding, sis. Like, yeah, its rare and expensive, but its not like we can own anything anyway. They will confiscate it though, when they search our quarters later today. Then no one gets to enjoy. Which is a shame. Seriously, if there is one thing I've learned its that you need to enjoy yourself every now and then. Our purpose is to be run hot and put away wet, if you don't indulge every *once* in awhile you will go insane."](if: $Choc is 3)["You mean the expensive, precious *contraband* you threw away, like the perfect little Wetware you are?" She laughed, punching your shoulder somewhat lightly. "I'm kidding, sis. Don't worry about it. Had you left it, they would just thrown it away while searching our quarters. Then no one gets to enjoy. But seriously, if there is one thing I've learned its that you need to enjoy yourself every now and then. Our purpose is to be run hot and put away wet, if you don't indulge every *once* in awhile you will go insane."] A conspiratorial look overtook $Five's features. "If I get some more, would you want it?" [["No, I don't want to get into trouble."->NoChoccy]] [["No, we are not allowed human treats."->NoChoccyWet]] [["...yeah."->YesChoccy]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> "Of course," she pushes a bit of hair from her eyes. "$Artemis will go over it with you today, that's probably why she is in the Bastion, but I try to read them all as well. Given how they flash our minds... well, it can be hard to learn from firsthand experience, because we forget so much of it. So its best to glean what we can from reports. She rests one elbow on the palm of her other hand, violet-blue gloves tightening as she closed a fist in thought. "You won, and that's the important thing, (if: $Fate is 1)[but you experienced a desync just before the crescendo, via... orgasm. Been there, done that, (color: yellow)[Athena] whipped my ass. Figuratively, proper procedure is a Discipline Suit, but... well, literally too. She knows I learn well from a crop." She didn't seem to harbor much shame, but returns to attention to your performance. "You will do better. That was supposed to be an easy run and the Intel was bad. Just don't let this keep you from leaning on your libido, sis. We can take a harder fucking than our Instruments can, if you know what I mean." ](if: $Fate is 2)[but you straight kicked that thing's ass. Good job. But then I saw you *requested* punishment, instead of an orgasm. Whew. We don't get many of those, you know. Shows courage... and depravity, though that's what makes us Wetware, right? Humans can't do what we do, and they can't handle it anyway." She fist bumped you, a sideways smile spread across her face. "That was supposed to be an easy run, though. Intel was bad. Though I don't need to remind you that we can take a harder fucking than our Instruments can, if you what I mean. Use that to your advantage."](if: $Fate is 3)[but you straight kicked that thing's ass. Good job. And you even got the reward for a termination-- an *orgasm.* It doesn't get any better than that, not for us Wetware, huh?" She fist bumped you, a sideways smile spread across her face. "That was supposed to be an easy run, though. Intel was bad. Though I don't need to remind you that we can take a harder fucking than our Instruments can, if you what I mean. Use that to your advantage."](if: $Fate is 4)[but you got TKO'd, huh? Full reset in the middle of battle. Luckily it was towards the end, and lucky that $Two was there. We never want to lose a Wetware. And I'm sure you learned a lesson or twenty when they put you in an imprinting pod after, huh? Hate those. Never met a Wetware who *liked* them." She shrugs. "That was supposed to be an easy run, though. Intel was bad. Though I don't need to remind you that we can take a harder fucking than our Instruments can, if you what I mean. Use that to your advantage."](if: $Fate is 5)[but you got TKO'd, huh? Full emergency stim load, right in the middle of battle. Luckily it was towards the end, and lucky that $Two was there. We never want to lose a Wetware. And I'm sure you learned a lesson or twenty when they put you in an imprinting pod after, huh? Hate those. Never met a Wetware who *liked* them." She shrugs. "That was supposed to be an easy run, though. Intel was bad. Though I don't need to remind you that we can take a harder fucking than our Instruments can, if you what I mean. Use that to your advantage."] [[It is good advice.->FiveHub]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> $Five smiled anew. "Oh, I'm totally getting you some more. You'll learn to loosen up, one chocolatey square at a time!" Something for future you to worry about. [[Change the topic.->FiveHub]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> $Five smiled anew. "Oh, I'm totally getting you some more, Wetware $Zero." She enunciated your official designation like a finely printed report "You'll learn to loosen up, one chocolatey square at a time!" Something for future you to worry about. [[Change the topic.->FiveHub]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> $Five smiled anew. "Awesome. Let's just keep this between ourselves though, right? (color: yellow)[Athena] would cane my ass for stealing, but its not really *stealing* when no one figures who took it, right?" It... sort of made sense. [[Change the topic.->FiveHub]]

<img alt="doorguard" src="images/npc/doorguard.png"/> The city's Bastion stood like an armored stud on the lip of the city's protective wall, and the Wetware quarters were at the very heart of that fortification, accessible through the sole passage you moved through now. Ahead is a security checkpoint, one of many spread throughout the facility, but the only one you were forced to interact with on a daily basis. As was so often the case, Officer Steyr sat at her desk, working on something via the terminal before her. She noticed you immediately however, and rose to meet you. A pane of reinforced glass separated you, though a push of a button allows the Officer to speak clearly enough. "Afternoon, $Zero. Heading out? I'll need to do the usual checks, of course." She pulled a clipboard from the wall, then looked to you with eyes that seemed tired. "Purpose of travel?" [["I'm going to see my Handler."->SeeArty]] [["I'm going to see Doctor Kasa."->SeeKasa]] [["I'm just going out."->JustGoingOut]]

<img alt="doorguard" src="images/npc/doorguard.png"/> "Ah, right," Steyr murmured, blowing an errant strand of hair from her eyes. "She actually sent word to us, to let you know she was in the Bastion today. You know, that... 'I'm letting my Wetware know, so she will come see me, but I'm not commanding it so it's not a hurry' sort of thing. Been some commotion out at the outer perimeter today, maybe that's what brought her in." The Officer shrugged. "Doctor Kasa stopped by as well. She was looking for you specifically, but didn't demand your presence. I think she's still getting used to working here." She gestured to the Dissonance Detector, and stepped over to the control panel that turned it on with an aggressive sounding hum. Light emitters built around the frame of the device ignited-- you would have to stand within it, on the footmark like symbols painted on the floor. "I wish they would cut this check from Wetware *leaving* the Slot," the Officer mused, almost to herself. "We check you going in, after all." [[Step into the Detector.->Detector]]

<img alt="doorguard" src="images/npc/doorguard.png"/> "Oh yeah?" Steyr looked up for a moment, even as she blew a strand of hair from her eyes. "The Doctor stopped by, you know. She was looking for you, but didn't demand an audience. I think she's still getting used to working here." The Officer shrugged. "A bigger concern for you, though-- your Handler called the station here. Told us to let you know she was in the Bastion today. You know, that... 'I'm letting my Wetware know, so she will come see me, but I'm not commanding it so it's not a hurry' sort of thing. Been some commotion out at the outer perimeter today, maybe that's what brought her in." She gestured to the Dissonance Detector, and stepped over to the control panel that turned it on with an aggressive sounding hum. Light emitters built around the frame of the device ignited-- you would have to stand within it, on the footmark like symbols painted on the floor. "I wish they would cut this check from Wetware *leaving* the Slot," the Officer mused, almost to herself. "We check you going in, after all." [[Step into the Detector.->Detector]]

<img alt="doorguard" src="images/npc/doorguard.png"/> "Don't make this harder than it has to be," Officer Steyr sighed. $Two is always combative, $Five likes to tease and test, I have always liked how you're so... compliant. Come on now, it doesn't have to be your only destination, I just need to log something. That's the regs." [["I'm going to see my Handler."->SeeArty]] [["I'm going to see Doctor Kasa."->SeeKasa]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="walk" src="images/player/walk.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="fullbod" src="images/player/fullbod.png"/>] You step into the narrow chamber, a glass door closing to isolate you, Officer Steyr still visible through the pane to your right. Projected words on the door ahead of you flashed, the device powering up. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[Wetware Detected, Initiating Advanced Protocols...]] The device hummed louder, a series of quick little flashes offset by a shifting of the lights all around you. (if: $Outfit is 1)[Your uniform seemed especially bright while in the proverbial spotlight, the white of your blouse almost blinding as you glanced down.](else:)[Your Wetsuit's glossy sheen shifts and swirls with the lights, highlighting your bust, your waist, the subtle contours of your hip bones.] After about a minute, the machine is finally satisfied. (color: green)[(font: "courier new")[Dissonance levels unremarkable.]] The door ahead opened, and if you were a normal member of the Bastion that would have been the extent of your time at the Checkpoint. As Wetware however, Officer Steyr pointed you down a corridor to the left. It's only a step or two into the glass room, **WETWARE STAGING** printed on the wall above a pair of rectangles painted below. Steyr had emerged from her booth to enter just behind you, a hand on the control console (if: $Outfit is 1)[inducing a pair of wrist shackles to flip out from the wall.](else:)[inducing a pair of mag-points to flip out from the wall.] "Face the wall," the guard ordered nonchalantly, stifling a yawn. "Arms up, you know the drill $Zero." [[That you did. Arms up.->ArmsUp]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="lean" src="images/player/lean.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="back" src="images/player/back.png"/>] Reaching up, you align your wrists with the devices above. They're at just the right height to require you stretch a bit without standing on your toes. (if: $Outfit is 1)[As soon as you slipped your wrists inside, the cuffs snapped closed.](else:)[As soon as your Wetsuit's wrist cuffs got close, they snapped to the mag-point.] "Spread your legs," the Officer ordered from behind you. "Are you carrying anything I need to know about?" [[Push your rear into her. "What do you mean?"->AskWhatCheck]] [[Keep your legs together. "This is stupid, you know the answers."->StupidCheck]] [[Spread your legs. "No, ma'am."->GoodCheck]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="lean" src="images/player/lean.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="back" src="images/player/back.png"/>] Your effort to tempt her is made awkward by your restrained wrists, the proximity of the wall allowing you only a have movement that is halted suddenly by a firm hand on your waist. Below, Officer Steyer kicks your legs apart-- firmly, but without malice. "You know this is easier if you comply, $Zero. Now answer my question. Are you carrying any contraband?" [["No, ma'am."->GoodRespondOff]] [["You know I'm not!"->GoodResponseOff]] [[Look back and smile softly. "You will have to search me."->HaveSearch]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="lean" src="images/player/lean.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="back" src="images/player/back.png"/>] In response, you feel a firm hand on your waist. Below, Officer Steyer kicks your legs apart-- firmly, but without malice. "It's called protocol and regulation. You know this is easier if you comply, $Zero. Now answer my question. Are you carrying any contraband?" [["No, ma'am."->GoodRespondOff]] [["You know I'm not!"->GoodResponseOff]] [[Look back and smile softly. "You will have to search me."->HaveSearch]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="lean" src="images/player/lean.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="back" src="images/player/back.png"/>] Your submissive parting of your legs is answered by something like a pleased grunt from the Officer, who proceeded to place her hands on your waist. "Need to search you, regardless." (if: $Outfit is 1)[She felt along your waist, moving upward with a precision that suggested much practice at this sort of thing. Hands on your chest are enough to cause your nipples to go hard, a reaction the Officer notes with a sigh, before sliding back downwards. Without preamble, she lifts your skirt, revealing the black panties you wore beneath. Then she proceeds down your thigh, only to halt suddenly at a sound from behind.](else:)[She felt along the slick material covering your waist, moving upward with a precision that suggested much practice at this sort of thing. Hands on your chest are enough to cause your nipples to go hard, a reaction the Officer notes with a sigh, before sliding back downwards. Without preamble she slips her hands between your thighs, briefly checking where they met before a sound from behind caused her to halt suddenly.] "Ah shit, the cleaning team." Her hands pulled back. "I will need to tag them through, wait here." It's not like you had much of a choice, locked as you are to the wall, but you realize that the team approaching the checkpoint would be able to see you clearly-- (if: $Outfit is 1)[arms up, legs spread, skirt lifted and all but exposed.](else:)[arms up, legs spread, a glossy body on display.] [[Remain still, they may look if they wish.->SubbyDisplay]] [[Cock your hips, show them your best angle.->ConfDisplay]] [[Bring your legs together, pull at your bindings!->ResistDisplay]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="lean" src="images/player/lean.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="back" src="images/player/back.png"/>] Your slide back towards compliance is met with a grunt. "Need to search you, regardless." (if: $Outfit is 1)[She felt along your waist, moving upward with a precision that suggested much practice at this sort of thing. Hands on your chest are enough to cause your nipples to go hard, a reaction the Officer notes with a sigh, before sliding back downwards. Without preamble, she lifts your skirt, revealing the black panties you wore beneath. Then she proceeds down your thigh, only to halt suddenly at a sound from behind.](else:)[She felt along the slick material covering your waist, moving upward with a precision that suggested much practice at this sort of thing. Hands on your chest are enough to cause your nipples to go hard, a reaction the Officer notes with a sigh, before sliding back downwards. Without preamble she slips her hands between your thighs, briefly checking where they met before a sound from behind caused her to halt suddenly.] "Ah shit, the cleaning team." Her hands pulled back. "I will need to tag them through, wait here." It's not like you had much of a choice, locked as you are to the wall, but you realize that the team approaching the checkpoint would be able to see you clearly-- (if: $Outfit is 1)[arms up, legs spread, skirt lifted and all but exposed.](else:)[arms up, legs spread, a glossy body on display.] [[Remain still, they may look if they wish.->SubbyDisplay]] [[Cock your hips, show them your best angle.->ConfDisplay]] [[Bring your legs together, pull at your bindings!->ResistDisplay]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="lean" src="images/player/lean.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="back" src="images/player/back.png"/>] Your claim is met with a dismissive grunt "Need to search you, regardless." (if: $Outfit is 1)[She felt along your waist, moving upward with a precision that suggested much practice at this sort of thing. Hands on your chest are enough to cause your nipples to go hard, a reaction the Officer notes with a sigh, before sliding back downwards. Without preamble, she lifts your skirt, revealing the black panties you wore beneath. Then she proceeds down your thigh, only to halt suddenly at a sound from behind.](else:)[She felt along the slick material covering your waist, moving upward with a precision that suggested much practice at this sort of thing. Hands on your chest are enough to cause your nipples to go hard, a reaction the Officer notes with a sigh, before sliding back downwards. Without preamble she slips her hands between your thighs, briefly checking where they met before a sound from behind caused her to halt suddenly.] "Ah shit, the cleaning team." Her hands pulled back. "I will need to tag them through, wait here." It's not like you had much of a choice, locked as you are to the wall, but you realize that the team approaching the checkpoint would be able to see you clearly-- (if: $Outfit is 1)[arms up, legs spread, skirt lifted and all but exposed.](else:)[arms up, legs spread, a glossy body on display.] [[Remain still, they may look if they wish.->SubbyDisplay]] [[Cock your hips, show them your best angle.->ConfDisplay]] [[Bring your legs together, pull at your bindings!->ResistDisplay]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="lean" src="images/player/lean.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="back" src="images/player/back.png"/>] Your teasing is met with an exasperated sound, something like a hiss almost. "Yeah, I *know.*" (if: $Outfit is 1)[She felt along your waist, moving upward with a precision that suggested much practice at this sort of thing. Hands on your chest are enough to cause your nipples to go hard, a reaction the Officer notes with a sigh, before sliding back downwards. Without preamble, she lifts your skirt, revealing the black panties you wore beneath. Then she proceeds down your thigh, only to halt suddenly at a sound from behind.](else:)[She felt along the slick material covering your waist, moving upward with a precision that suggested much practice at this sort of thing. Hands on your chest are enough to cause your nipples to go hard, a reaction the Officer notes with a sigh, before sliding back downwards. Without preamble she slips her hands between your thighs, briefly checking where they met before a sound from behind caused her to halt suddenly.] "Ah shit, the cleaning team." Her hands pulled back. "I will need to tag them through, wait here." It's not like you had much of a choice, locked as you are to the wall, but you realize that the team approaching the checkpoint would be able to see you clearly-- (if: $Outfit is 1)[arms up, legs spread, skirt lifted and all but exposed.](else:)[arms up, legs spread, a glossy body on display.] [[Remain still, they may look if they wish.->SubbyDisplay]] [[Cock your hips, show them your best angle.->ConfDisplay]] [[Bring your legs together, pull at your bindings!->ResistDisplay]]

You had been told to stay, and so you did, despite the genial conversation and the clatter of feet from behind. How many there were, or how many of them were looking at you cannot be determined by staring at the wall, but you do hear the conversation turn towards you. "Oh, did we interrupt something?" Steyr sounded dismissive. "No, not really. Just processing $Zero for release into the Bastion. It's a whole process." Another voice, male. "Was she... resistant, or something, that she's bound like that?" The Officer snorted. "They like to be bound, the stricter the better. Don't worry about it." [[Remain silent.->SubbyDisplay2]] [[Speak up. "The Officer has the right to bind me."->RightBind]] [[Speak up. "Its not like I asked for this!"->NotLikeBind]]

You glance behind, noting two men, three women, all of them dressed in the decontamination suits you had seen in the Hotlabs. Given your provocative posture several of them stare, particularly the men, even as Steyr waves them forward. Eventually one speaks up. "Oh, did we interrupt something?" Steyr sounded dismissive. "No, not really. Just processing $Zero for release into the Bastion. It's a whole process." Another voice, male. "Was she... resistant, or something, that she's bound like that?" The Officer snorted. "They like to be bound, the stricter the better. Don't worry about it." [[Remain silent.->SubbyDisplay2]] [[Speak up. "The Officer has the right to bind me."->RightBind]] [[Speak up. "Its not like I asked for this!"->NotLikeBind]]

You snap your legs together, tugging at your binds. Those of course hold, which makes the way you turned around to look at the approaching team all the more awkward. There are five, two men and three women, all of them dressed in the decontamination suits you had seen in the Hotlabs. Several are staring at you, and how could they not? Eventually one speaks up. "Oh, did we interrupt something?" Steyr sounded dismissive. "No, not really. Just processing $Zero for release into the Bastion. It's a whole process." Another voice, male. "Was she... resistant, or something, that she's bound like that?" The Officer snorted. "They like to be bound, the stricter the better. Don't worry about it." [[Remain silent.->SubbyDisplay2]] [[Speak up. "The Officer has the right to bind me."->RightBind]] [[Speak up. "Its not like I asked for this!"->NotLikeBind]]

<img alt="doorguard" src="images/npc/doorguard.png"/> You remain silent, a thing for others to comment on-- and they do. "Well, you're the expert on them Steyr," one of them concludes, to the sound of the airtight door whisking open to grant them access. "Any of the others in there?" "Just $Five," the Officer noted. "I've already sent the signal for her to restrain herself. Make sure to check her quarters extra carefully-- I swear she snuck something in earlier this morning." The crew moved on afterward, allowing the Officer to return her attention to you. That you had been left on display like that goes completely unrecognized. "Where were we...? Right, thighs." She finished her check promptly, standing back up as she (if: $Outfit is 1)[finished with your shoes.](else:)[finished with the replaceable soles your Wetsuit featured.] "Just need to check your collar, $Zero. Look down." [[Comply.->CollarCheck]] [["You know I can't remove it, right?"->CollarSnip]]

<img alt="doorguard" src="images/npc/doorguard.png"/> Your words seem to put them at ease. "Well, you're the expert on them Steyr," one of them concludes, to the sound of the airtight door whisking open to grant them access. "Any of the others in there?" "Just $Five," the Officer noted. "I've already sent the signal for her to restrain herself. Make sure to check her quarters extra carefully-- I swear she snuck something in earlier this morning." The crew moved on afterward, allowing the Officer to return her attention to you. That you had been left on display like that goes completely unrecognized. "Where were we...? Right, thighs." She finished her check promptly, standing back up as she (if: $Outfit is 1)[finished with your shoes.](else:)[finished with the replaceable soles your Wetsuit featured.] "Just need to check your collar, $Zero. Look down." [[Comply.->CollarCheck]] [["You know I can't remove it, right?"->CollarSnip]]

<img alt="doorguard" src="images/npc/doorguard.png"/> Your words seem to cause a bit of a stir. "It's procedure, so they don't sneak in the very stuff you're going to be looking for," the Officer grumbles. "Well, you're the expert on them Steyr," one of them concludes, to the sound of the airtight door whisking open to grant them access. "Any of the others in there?" "Just $Five," the Officer noted. "I've already sent the signal for her to restrain herself. Make sure to check her quarters extra carefully-- I swear she snuck something in earlier this morning." The crew moved on afterward, allowing the Officer to return her attention to you. That you had been left on display like that goes completely unrecognized. "Where were we...? Right, thighs." She finished her check promptly, standing back up as she (if: $Outfit is 1)[finished with your shoes.](else:)[finished with the replaceable soles your Wetsuit featured.] "Just need to check your collar, $Zero. Look down." [[Comply.->CollarCheck]] [["You know I can't remove it, right?"->CollarSnip]]

<img alt="choker" src="images/gear/choker.jpg"/> You looked down, revealing the choker pulled perpetually tight around your throat. Having worn it for over a year now, you almost didn't notice it these days-- until it was used to shock, of course. Steyr held a small device up to it. "Secured, tracking activated. Alright. That's... everything." She undid your restraints with another click of the command console, then herded you back into the central passage towards the exit. Once there, she leaned against the glass of her booth, arms crossing beneath her chest. "I'll be here till eighteen hundred, if you come back this way." She sighed anew. "And then we get to do all that again." [[At least you're through.->AtriumIntro]]

<img alt="choker" src="images/gear/choker.jpg"/> "Yeah, that's the point," long suffering Steyr grumbled. "Now look down." When you did, it revealed the choker pulled perpetually tight around your throat. Having worn it for over a year now, you almost didn't notice it these days-- until it was used to shock, of course. Steyr held a small device up to it. "Secured, tracking activated. Alright. That's... everything." She undid your restraints with another click of the command console, then herded you back into the central passage towards the exit. Once there, she leaned against the glass of her booth, arms crossing beneath her chest. "I'll be here till eighteen hundred, if you come back this way." She sighed anew. "And then we get to do all that again." [[At least you're through.->AtriumIntro]]

<img alt="atrium" src="images/set/atrium.png"/> Passing from the tight passageway, you step out into the Bastion proper. You've seen the great complex from outside of course, often through the eyes of your Instrument, but from that perspective it just looked like a grey, star-shaped slab of reinforced concrete. The inside is a different, a swirling cacophony of walkways that extended up a full seven stories, accented by plant-life and decoration that seemed at odds with the militaristic purpose of the structure. It was from here the city's defenses operated, an expanse of offices, laboratories, armories, and everything else necessary to keep Dissonance from penetrating any further. You make your way towards the central elevator complex, a huddled mass of swiftly moving transports arrayed around a spinal support. Music guides your way-- not the schizophrenic madness that Dissonance brought, but *human* arrangements, emanating from speakers hidden along the walls and ceiling. You feel at ease listening to the songs, so at ease in fact that it takes a bit to notice the stares. Of *course* there were stares. (if: $Outfit is 1)[You weren't collecting nearly as many as you might have, had you been wearing your Wetsuit, but your red eyes gave you away-- those were strictly unnatural. Or perhaps they simply could *sense* you, like an instrument out of tune with the rest of the symphony.](else:)[Your Wetsuit guaranteed that, the skintight material so different from the flowing ensembles and uniforms everyone else bore. Blue hair and red eyes only solidified that, though you had always wondered if they could *sense* you somehow, like an instrument out of tune with the rest of the symphony.] Whatever the case may be, a small perimeter evolved around you, shifting as you moved. They knew you, of course. Everyone in the city knew of the three Wetware that protected them, but those here in the Bastion had likely seen you in-person before-- though given how frequently your mind was flashed, you might have forgotten them a dozen times over. The Doctors that fussed over your mental health had made it clear that allowing you this amount of freedom, to move about the Bastion, was important-- it helped your confidence, forced you to experience new things in the way being locked away never would. But regulations also made it clear that you were not to be impeded or bothered, and that led to... separation. Like the latex of the (if: $Outfit is 1)[the Wetsuit you had left behind,](else:)[Wetsuit you wore,] a barrier existed between yourself and the world all around. (set: $Strike to 0)(set: $KasaIntro to 0)(set: $RatIntro to false)(set: $Voucher to 0)(set: $Feeder to false)(set: $Choc2 to 0)(set: $Storm to 0)(set: $MeetBax to false)(set: $KasaScore to 0)(set: $KasaQuiet to 0) [[You don't remember it ever having been different.->AtriumHub]]

<img alt="atrium" src="images/set/atrium.png"/> You stand near the elevators that could take you anywhere in the Bastion. Crowds of soldiers, scientists, and workers move about, consciously avoiding where you stood. That little bubble of space at least allowed you to see in a way your short stature may have otherwise prevented. $Five had mentioned Doctor Kasa was leading a tour, and thus would likely be found near the visitor's center. $Artemis meanwhile had an office on the 7th floor, directly abutting the Hotlabs, but if you went with her she would likely limit your ability to explore further. $Two was supposed to be there too. Otherwise you could always check out a couple points of interest that you remembered. A commissary stand was nearby, providing all manner of foods to those with the right permissions on their ID. Or you could go to the Contamination Bay overlook, and check in on your Instrument. Almost as an afterthought, you notice a sign nearby that pointed towards the "Dissonance Research Division". Had you ever been there before? You can't remember. [[Head towards the Visitor's Center, and Doctor Kasa.->ToVizHub]] (if: $RatIntro is false)[[[Check out the Commissary Stand.->RationIntro]]](else:)[[[Return to the Rationing Stand.->ReturnRat]]] [[Check out the the Contamination Bays.->ContamBay]] [[Check out the Dissonance Research Division.->DissWing]] [[Head towards the Hotlabs, and Artemis.->HotLabs]]

<img alt="atrium" src="images/set/atrium.png"/> Skirting around the bank of elevators you find a cafeteria-like area behind it. An array of smaller specialty eateries and food stores line the outer rim of the bowl-like area, each emitting scents so intense you almost feel faint. You knew most regular people only got the specialty ration tokens to frequent those places occasionally, but the fact they did at all seemed almost fantastical-- an entire meal of flavors like that could be overwhelming. As such you gravitated towards the center of the space, a salient booth there by far the most heavily frequented. It is the central commissary, a one stop shop for Bastion employees to acquire their daily rations and a few other small sundries. You can see a man working the booth, but between you and him are a good dozen or some people waiting in line. (if: $Outfit is 2)[With their backs to you, for once your Wetsuit doesn't immediately make them move.] [[Join the line and wait.->WaitLine]] [[Walk past them, to the front of the line.->ButtLine]] [[This will take too long, turn back.->AtriumHub]]

<img alt="atrium" src="images/set/atrium.png"/> You make your way back towards the Commissary Stand, and this time find it to be without a line. Walking up to the window is simple enough, and Reggie awaits within, smiling down at you. [["Hello Sergeant."->SerIntro]] [["Hello Reggie."->RegIntro]] [[Approach silently.->SilentIntro]]

<img alt="contambay" src="images/set/contambay.png"/> Crossing the Atrium, you make for a large reinforced glass window you remembered be set into one of the walls. Finding it is easy enough, the area always attracted a crowd because of what it looked out over-- the cavernous contamination bays. (if: $Outfit is 1)[Scratching a bit at the sleeve of your school uniform, you at least take solace in the veneer of anonymity it allowed you. Stepping up to the window yourself, you attract only a few glances-- everyone is focused on the great machines beyond. You doubt you could have done so if wearing a wetsuit.](else:)[Unfortunately many of those in attendance were visitors, and your appearance in a full wetsuit immediately draws undo attention. So much in fact a pair of guards manning the door into the Bay proper come over, stepping between you and the crowd. It takes some effort to separate you back out, and a firm hand on your shoulder leads you over to the bay door. "If you want to check on the refitting process, we can let you through the Bay door itself," the soldier explains, after checking your ID briefly. "The usual latent Dissonance concerns don't apply to wetware, obviously. And you are in the proper uniform. If you would just follow me?" (set: $Leashed to true) Its not long before you're standing on the edge of the decontamination pool, though the Bay's Officer *had* snapped a leash to your collar, and held it from a short distance. You're not allowed to wander in here.] [[Your Instrument looms above.->ContamBayHub]]

<img alt="topsecret" src="images/reg/topsecret.png"/> Walking along a path, hand trailing idly on a glass barrier, you allow the crowds that parted before you to fade from thought, focusing instead on what you remembered about the Dissonance Research Division. It technically wasn't in the Bastion proper, you recall that at least. The tunnel that started here led out and downward, a funicular linking to the main facility deep underground and beneath the agricultural ring. That was a precaution, the nature of the work performed there combining with its sheer size to make it a dangerous thing were it ever to be attacked. At least several hundred feet underground it was well protected. You *had* been there before. Vague memories return to you, of padded cells and doctors working you through tests-- so many tests. Though why you were there, or what exactly was done there are lost to the mental flashes you've undergone. There had been others there too, you barely remember that. Individuals who had been exposed to extensive levels of Dissonance, levels that did more than just addle-- it changed them, body and mind... Unfortunately going down to see for yourself isn't an option. You find the heavy blast doors that lead to the lift station, but your ID is rejected immediately-- Wetware are strictly prohibited from wandering into such a area. You will need to turn around and head back, at least for now... [[Perhaps another day.->AtriumHub]]

<img alt="labhall" src="images/set/labhall.jpg"/> You take the elevator up to the Hotlabs level, alongside which the Handler quarters were located. The guards keeping anyone who wandered up here away merely salute when they recognize you-- unlike other portions of the Bastion, you came through this space almost every day. But did you want to continue now? Knowing $Artemis, she would put you to work in some manner, and that would mean no more traveling about as you desired. [[Continue onward!->HotLabs2]] [[Turn around, not yet.->AtriumHub]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="frontuni" src="images/player/frontuni.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="fullbod" src="images/player/fullbod.png"/>] (if: $Outfit is 1)[You join the line, earning a glance from the woman just before you. She doesn't seem to recognize you however, or seemed too distracted to care-- and for once you're just a normal girl waiting her turn. It's a novel experience, even as the minutes slip by. After several minutes, exactly seven people remain ahead of you. [[Keep waiting.->WaitLine2]] [[Skip to the front!->ButtLine]] [[This is taking too long, leave.->AtriumHub]]](else:)[You join the line, though that causes the woman just before you to glance back. She does a double take immediately, then turns-- with a bit of alarm. "$Zero, oh--" Either she knew you by appearance, or was reading the number printed on your Wetsuit's chest. "Did you... need help with something? I just work in the Handler's Suites, but... maybe you've forgotten where that is? Or I could... help?" The commotion had drawn the attention of several others nearby, each of them looking over your glossy suited body. [[Remain silent, and keep your eyes down.->HelptoFront]] [["I can wait like everyone else."->WaitLine2]] [["Can I go ahead of you?"->ForceFrontLine]]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="uni1" src="images/player/uni1.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="front" src="images/player/front.png"/>] You do not have the desire to wait in line-- and besides, they would likely recognize what you are any move aside anyway. Why wait? So you don't, not pushing your way forward, but making yourself known. And as expected the realization that you are Wetware parts them easily, a lengthy wait (and potentially who knows what else) avoided as you step up to the booth's window. [[Easily done.->FrontNaughty]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="frontuni" src="images/player/frontuni.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="lookside" src="images/player/lookside.png"/>] (if: $Outfit is 2)[You don't exactly make eye contact, but you do respond. The woman clearly hesitates, again looking down at your Wetsuit. Several moments pass before she makes up her mind. "Well... alright. Not like there is a detain order on you, or anything like that." She doesn't turn back towards the booth, but stays halfway facing you, as if expecting something more. When you merely wait, she finally works herself up enough to speak again. "My husband works on the Perimeter Wall. He told me you fought an Entity just a mile or so beyond it, a few months back? You're very... skilled." You don't remember what she's referencing, and that's not surprising-- how many times had you been flashed since then? A dozen, at least. Probably many more. [[Remain silent.->WaitLine3]] [["They flash me. A lot."->FlashMeLine3]] [["Can I skip ahead of you, then?"->ForceFrontLine]]](else:)[After a few more minutes you fold your hands in front of you, collecting your hands together at the waist. Curiosity draws your attention to the side, where an elevator disgorges a group wearing lab coats. They seem to be angling for the Dissonance Research Wing, probably a new shift coming in. Snippets of their conversation filter over towards you. "...it is much more coherent than I expected. Did you see the preliminaries on that control rig? Nearly constant flashes..." "...[triple 'p'], almost inhuman. Do you think it can talk?" "It did try to communicate, right? Wish we knew more, the Wetware don't remember anything-- they probably don't even remember us asking, at this point..." They were soon out of sight, though their words aren't exactly clear. You do remember your own humanity ranking, printed on the bottom right of your ID: (color: orange)["[pp]"]. You're almost at the front of the line. [[Wait longer.->WaitLine3]] [[Enough waiting, just go to the front!->ButtLine]]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> Your response is submissive, head forward, eyes down, back straight. You don't even fully realize you were doing it, after so many lessons on posture you simple knew nothing else. But the woman seemed to take it as an acceptance of her off for help, demonstrated by the way she reaches out-- with some hesitation-- and grabs your wrist. "Here, let me help." Guiding you around the rest of the waiting crowd, she takes you directly to the front. Once there she leans forward, speaking in a hush you nevertheless hear. "I have $Zero here, and she-- yes, the Wetware. Who else would I... nevermind. I think she wants something from you but she seems a bit... nonverbal? You know how they can be, right? Yeah. Alright." Only the did she turn back to you, smiling. "Sergeant VarenBocker here will help with whatever you need, $Zero. Alright? I'm going to get my meal, and maybe I'll see you around, yeah?" With that, she guided you once more to the booth's window, then stepped away. [[You had made it.->FrontWetHelp]]

"Oh, well... we aren't supposed to get in your way so..." She steps to the side, gesturing for you to move ahead-- though it seems more a much desired escape from having to converse with you then any recognition of your status. The others in line notice and make way as well, allowing you to approach the booth's window easily. [[That's more like it.->FrontNaughty]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> Living normally as Wetware was impossible-- the demands and restraints upon you interceded of course, but it was the mind flashes that really changed you. Only those things you experienced repeatedly, were forcibly imprinted upon you, or you tried *very* hard to keep stuck in your mind after a flash. A singular fight never would. "Ah. Right..." The woman looked a bit sheepish, clearly struggling to hold the conversation with you. Luckily for her, she doesn't have to any longer-- the line moves again, as she is able to abandon you for the booth's window without a word. You hear her order-- the day's standard breakfast ration. Then she is gone, moving away across the cafeteria with a long glance back your way. Conversations had never been your specialty. [[At least its your turn.->FrontWet]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="lookside" src="images/player/lookside.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="front" src="images/player/front.png"/>] (if: $Outfit is 2)[Your silence to her question seems to unnerve the woman. "You know what... I actually have to get going. I hope you, um, find what you need?" She beat a quick retreat after that, and several others in the line ahead seemed to have similar thoughts. You may not have intended it, but your mere presence had scattered them enough that the way to the front is cleared. [[Be not afraid.->FrontWet]]](else:)[You wait longer still, persistent and submissive. Head down, eyes forward, back straight. You don't even fully realize you were doing it, after so many lessons on posture you simple knew nothing else. At least it wasn't boring-- the glimpses from others and the snippets of conversation you glean keep you well stimulated until, almost to your surprise, the way to the booth clears with the last of the patrons walking off happily. [[You're up.->FrontUni]]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> The man in the booth is tall, in fact he would have had to bend down to be seen through the slate-plast window had he not already done so to lean on the counter. Hair just ruffled enough to be messy and a thick mustache are matched with a smile as he meets your red eyes. "Why, hello $Zero-- what brings you to my fine establishment this morning?" He gives an expansive grin, and seems to read your confusion quickly. "Ah, don't remember me? My name is Sergeant Reggie Varenbocker. My friends call my Reggie, and you can too." He wiggles a finger at you. (if: $APC is 0)["Scuttlebutt is that you saved a bunch of good people during your last deployment. From an APC that nearly got a black bath? Hope the brass chewed their ass out for overextending, but that's above my paygrade.](else-if: $APC is 1)["Scuttlebutt is you saved a few good people during your last deployment. From an APC that nearly took it in the teeth? Hope the brass chewed their ass out for overextending... but not everyone made it out, so I guess we can't go too hard on 'em.](else:)["Scuttlebutt is you were there when an APC took a black bath? Full high concentration Dissonance scenario, full loss of the unit. Damn shame, those were good men. But I'm sure you did your best.] Anyway... there something I can do for ya?" (set: $RatIntro to true) [[He shuffles his mustache expectantly.->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> The man in the booth is tall, in fact he would have had to bend down to be seen through the slate-plast window had he not already done so to lean on the counter. Hair just ruffled enough to be messy and a thick mustache are matched with a smile as he meets your red eyes. "Why, hello $Zero-- in your dress uniform and everything. Things must be going well?" He gives an expansive grin, and seems to read your confusion quickly. "Ah, don't remember me? My name is Sergeant Reggie Varenbocker. My friends call my Reggie, and you can too." He wiggles a finger at you. (if: $APC is 0)["Scuttlebutt is that you saved a bunch of good people during your last deployment. From an APC that nearly got a black bath? Hope the brass chewed their ass out for overextending, but that's above my paygrade.](else-if: $APC is 1)["Scuttlebutt is you saved a few good people during your last deployment. From an APC that nearly took it in the teeth? Hope the brass chewed their ass out for overextending... but not everyone made it out, so I guess we can't go too hard on 'em.](else:)["Scuttlebutt is you were there when an APC took a black bath? Full high concentration Dissonance scenario, full loss of the unit. Damn shame, those were good men. But I'm sure you did your best.] Anyway... there something I can do for ya?" (set: $RatIntro to true) [[He shuffles his mustache expectantly.->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> The man in the booth is tall, in fact he would have had to bend down to be seen through the slate-plast window had he not already done so to lean on the counter. Hair just ruffled enough to be messy and a thick mustache are matched with a smile as he meets your red eyes. "Why, hello $Zero." He speaks a bit softer than you would have expected, and sounds... kind. "My name is Sergeant Reggie VarenBocker, if you can't remember. My friends call me Reggie, and you can too. Regulations require all citizens be serviced before Wetware, but they sort of all just... let you go ahead, so I can't really fault ya." He wiggles a finger at you. (if: $APC is 0)["Scuttlebutt is that you saved a bunch of good people during your last deployment. From an APC that nearly got a black bath? Hope the brass chewed their ass out for overextending, but that's above my paygrade.](else-if: $APC is 1)["Scuttlebutt is you saved a few good people during your last deployment. From an APC that nearly took it in the teeth? Hope the brass chewed their ass out for overextending... but not everyone made it out, so I guess we can't go too hard on 'em.](else:)["Scuttlebutt is you were there when an APC took a black bath? Full high concentration Dissonance scenario, full loss of the unit. Damn shame, those were good men. But I'm sure you did your best.] Anyway... there something I can do for ya?" (set: $RatIntro to true) [[He shuffles his mustache expectantly.->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> The man in the booth is tall, in fact he would have had to bend down to be seen through the slate-plast window had he not already done so to lean on the counter. Hair just ruffled enough to be messy and a thick mustache are matched with a smile as he meets your red eyes. "Don't tell me you've forgotten protocol, $Zero. Wetware must wait until all citizens are serviced before being addressed themselves." As far as reproaches go, its exceedingly gentle. "I won't tell $Artemis if you don't, though. If you can't remember, my name is Sergeant Reggie VarenBocker. We've met, you call me Reggie." He wiggles a finger at you. (if: $APC is 0)["Scuttlebutt is that you saved a bunch of good people during your last deployment. From an APC that nearly got a black bath? Hope the brass chewed their ass out for overextending, but that's above my paygrade.](else-if: $APC is 1)["Scuttlebutt is you saved a few good people during your last deployment. From an APC that nearly took it in the teeth? Hope the brass chewed their ass out for overextending... but not everyone made it out, so I guess we can't go too hard on 'em.](else:)["Scuttlebutt is you were there when an APC took a black bath? Full high concentration Dissonance scenario, full loss of the unit. Damn shame, those were good men. But I'm sure you did your best.] Anyway... there something I can do for ya?" (set: $RatIntro to true) [[He shuffles his mustache expectantly.->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> Reggie leans forward, both broad arms resting elbows down on the counter between you and him. His mustache, impressively thick, sits at a jaunty angle. "What can I do ya for?" [["So... we know each other?"->KnowReggie]] [["You seem friendly."->ReggieFriend]] (if: $Voucher is 0)[[["Can I... have some food, then?"->AskFood]]](else:)[[["Doctor Kasa said she would put in an order for me?"->AskFood]]] [["Do you sell... chocolate?"->DoSellChoc]] [["Any... news from the troops?"->TroopNews]] [[Step away, you're done here.->AtriumHub]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> "Aye," the man replies readily. "I know all you girls, erm-- all the Wetware stationed here. Only makes sense, I suppose. You might not remember it, on account of... what they do to ya, but you can get your daily meal from me if you've got the liberty to do so. Means I see all of you'se." A frown overtakes him, though it seems more disappointed than angry. "$Five was just here a few hours ago, in fact. Getting her daily ration, sure, but I'm going to have to check the stock of my candies when it calms down a bit. She has such quick fingers, and that sweet tooth." (if: $Choc is 1)[So this was where she had likely stolen that chocolate! It had tasted so good...](else-if: $Choc is 2)[So this was where she had stolen that chocolate! Too bad you had not tasted it...](else-if: $Choc is 3)[So this was where she had stolen that chocolate! Wetware weren't supposed to be issued candy.](else:)[You had heard of chocolate, but never tried it yourself-- at least to your admittedly ravaged memory.] Reggie meanwhile shrugs. "Anyway, been here for... nearly a decade now. Ever since I hurt my leg. Entity walked right through a building I was taking cover in, collapsed the roof on me. But I'm alright. I swear it only hurts when a big one is headed this way-- and hey, its a bit sore now. Ah, I'm sure I'm wrong." [[Interesting.->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> Reggie laughed at that, a deep guffaw that saw him lean back from the counter briefly. "Well, I do try to be, $Zero. I may have been cashiered out of the active duty BDF, but I'm still reserve, and this here is a *service* position. So I serve, with a smile." That smile turns just the slightest bit morose. "Were I capable of it, I'd do more. We lose so many out beyond the walls, or at the Perimeter. Thank the stars we haven't had a bad Perimeter Breach for a few years." Reggie wipes that malaise away with a start. "Don't listen to this old Sergeant too much, $Zero. He likes to ramble." [[Perimeter Breaches were never fun.->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> Reggie rubbed at the back of his head. "Well, see, I'm not sure if you... remember, but everyone is rationed. Not like that agriculture ring can get any bigger, unless we push out that perimeter wall, huh?" He laughed overly loud at what could roughly be called a joke, though it only seemed to cover a bit of anxiousness. For some reason, he didn't like talking about this with you. "And... you have a special ration status, if we look at your ID, right? *Liq-Only*. That's unique to Wetware. I do have a stock of it, the nutrient slurry that qualifies for-- (if: $Feeder is false)[if you want it. You haven't picked up your daily ration, after all.](else:)[but you already picked up your daily ration. People get their choice of the daily ration meals, three per day, but that slurry is supposedly so packed full of stuff you only need it once. Sorry, those are regulations.]" (if: $Voucher is 0 or 1)[Reggie rubs at the back of his head. "Unless you got a special voucher, of course."](else:)[Reggie shrugs. "And you already spent that voucher you got from stars-know-where. I doubt you have another."] (if: $Feeder is false)[[["I would like my nutrient ration."->GetNut]]](else:)[You have already gotten your nutrient ration for the day.] (if: $Voucher is 0)[With a special voucher, you could get human food.](else-if: $Voucher is 1)[[["I actually do have a voucher."->SpendVoucher]]](else:)[You have already spent your special voucher.] [["Why can't I have normal food?"->WhyNoNormal]] [["Okay."->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="choc" src="images/reg/choc.png"/> (if: $Choc2 is 0 or 1)[Reggie gestures to the side, where a small blue box sites on a display all by itself. (if: $Choc > 0)[You've seen that box before, its exactly the same type you had found in your room!] "Aye, but sweets are quite restricted, unless you have a specialty voucher of course." (if: $Voucher is 0)[Unfortunately, you have no such thing.](else-if: $Voucher is 1)[Luckily for you, a voucher is exactly what you have. If you asked him about food, you could redeem it for that chocolate.](else:)[You had a voucher, but have already redeemed it.] Then again, the chocolate looked just about in reach. You could... steal it.](else-if: $Choc2 is 2 or 4 or 5)[Of course you had already used a voucher to purchase the chocolate, a state of affairs Reggie notes with a quirked brow. "Having... memory issues? I understand that happens with you girls."](else:)[Reggie gestured to the side, to a now empty display rack which had once held a small blue box. "Huh." He scratched his chin, then groaned. "I really need to learn to double and triple check my stock of those after $Five comes around. She's in a bright pink suit, and somehow I *still* miss when she grabs one-- or this time *two* from behind the counter. Ugh." Looking back to you, he shrugged. "Sorry about that, all gone."] (if: $Choc2 is 0)[(set: $Choc2 to 1)] (if: $Choc2 is 0 or 1)[[Distract Reggie, and grab that last one...->StealChoc]] [[Something to keep in mind. Turn to other things.->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> "You would be surprised how much I hear," Reggie replied with a certain knowing smirk. You appear to have hit on one of his favorite topics. "Everyone is still talking about your last deployment, of course. Strangely classified, some parts of it are, but the Bastion always likes to trumpet a success-- and I'm told you beat a particularly nasty entity, hmm?" He crosses his arms. (if: $APC is 0)["The average grunts though, they've been focused on how you saved an APC that got caught out of position? Took a full blast of Dissonance, and then gutted the big entity for good measure. The troops notice stuff like that, you know. Some of them have been talking about how you're an Angel out there, watching out for them.](else-if: $APC is 1)["The average grunts though, they've been focused on how you intervened when that APC got caught out of position? You couldn't save them all, but you risked damage to intervene, and that goes a long way with them. If you had saved *all* of the crew though, well, they might be shouting your name from the rooftops."](else:)["The average grunts though, they've been focused on how you let an APC that got caught out of position get... well, *decimated.* They know how valuable your Instrument is of course, and they don't question your decision, but you will generate a reputation if you keep at that. Just a warning, you know? Everyone likes a right proper hero.]" Reggie brings a hand to his chin, rubbing absently for a moment before he ventures forth a question of his own. "If I can, $Zero... can I ask what *you* thought of the mission? Or, well, is there anything you enjoy about a deployment?" [["I like saving people, protecting the city."->SaveCity]] [["What I enjoy does not matter, Wetware are installed to serve."->ServeCity]] [["I like when they run my stimulators hard, and I'm sealed in, helpless..."->HornyCity]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> "Oh, call me Reggie, $Zero," the burly man replies, his mustache settling as his lips come together. [[He's insistent like that.->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> He beams at your using his first name, the burly man gesturing for you to step up and ask whatever you wished. [[The small things matter.->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> You approach quietly, though Reggie doesn't particularly mind-- even if he can't stop himself from poking you for a bit more interaction. "You can say hello next time, if ya like. Whatever makes ya comfortable." [[He's there to help.->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="playerID1" src="images/reg/playerID1.png"/> "If you could just scan your ID there?" You do, (if: $Outfit is 1)[producing your keycard and pressing it against the little device to the side of the booth's window.](else:)[reaching forward with your wrist cuff, the little device to the side of the booth's window scanning it.] A merry chirp of approval is met by Reggie opening what sounded like a refrigerator below. "Lab coats just delivered this week's supply a few hours ago. Did you know my stand here is the only place in the whole city complex that stocks it?" <img alt="nut" src="images/reg/nut.png"/> He pulls free a thick white bottle, the plastic opaque, the label upon the front having a certain sterility to it. At first glance, you might have thought it to be medicine of some sort. "There we go. Five thousand calories in there, they tell me. And lots of other things too, for working with an Instrument. I don't know the details." When flashed or in quarantine you were fed by the doctors, but on days like this they only monitored you-- ensuring you ate your daily meal sometime before curfew. [[Drink it.->DrinkMeal]] [["Actually... I will wait."->RefuseMeal]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> Reggie tips his head. "Oh, you do? Not often I see one of you girls with one. But hey, yeah, that means I can totally fix you something up. (if: $Feeder is true)[I know you already had your wetware ration, but I *also* know your type are sort of a black hole when it comes to food.](else:)[You haven't had your wetware ration yet, so you could get that too. Your type are kind of known for being a black hole when it comes to food, after all.] Today's ration is a noodle dish, one of the more popular ones! If you just want to hand over your voucher...?" (if: $Choc2 is 0 or 1)[You notice a small display for *chocolate* behind him, a singular one left. Instead of a proper human meal, you could use your voucher for that... though $Five would probably have just stolen it. You could try that too...](else:)[You glance back towards the small display for *chocolate* behind him, though it now stands empty-- since you've already stolen the singular example that had been there.] (if: $Choc2 is 0 or 1)[[["Actually... can I have that chocolate?"->VouchChoc]]] [[Give him the voucher for the meal.->VouchMeal]] [["Actually, let me think."->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> "Ah, well..." Reggie rubbed sheepishly at the back of his neck. "You *can*, if you have a special voucher from your Handler, or one of the Docs. But otherwise regulations are really clear that Wetware are only allowed wetware rations. I guess your diets are pretty damn strict, among other things." He pulls forth a rag, rubbing down his counter. It's a reason for not looking at you directly for a moment. "I don't know the particulars. Sorry about that." [[Nothing you can do about it now.->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="nut" src="images/reg/nut.png"/> Taking the bottle in your (if: $Outfit is 2)[gloved hands](else:)[hands], you break the top seal and bring it to your lips. Wetware like yourself are, quite literally, built different. Your training, physical experiences, and high Dissonant latency exposure left you with a supercharged metabolism requiring far more calories than even a soldier deployed in the field. Thus the nutrient slurry, a potent mix of vitamins, essential nutrients, and raw calories. Reggie had been right when he had mentioned a single bottle fed you for a day, what he had *not* mentioned was its danger to regular humans. What sated your bodily needs could seriously harm, or even kill, a normal person. That didn't mean it tasted good, though. The consistency is very much deserving of the *slurry* descriptor, the flavor itself a flat metallic sort of thing. Others may have called it distinctly unnatural, but you had been consuming little but the stuff since your candidacy for piloting had been confirmed. Downing the rest of the drink in a long pull, you return the bottle to the countertop. Reggie picked it up, sniffing briefly at it-- and trying not to show disgust-- before disposing of it behind the counter. "Well... there we are, huh?" (set: $Feeder to true) [[Indeed.->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="nut" src="images/reg/nut.png"/> Reggie quirks his head, the act of asking for the meal only to wait certainly a bit odd. But he doesn't hold it against you, merely sweeping the bottle off the counter and depositing it once more somewhere below. "Alright, just let me know if you want it, I guess?" [[Indeed.->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="choc" src="images/reg/choc.png"/> Reggie glances over towards the little blue box to his side. It seems to sparkle in the light. "Well... yeah, a voucher can be used for chocolate. But you're sure you want that, $Zero? You could get a whole meal with that voucher, and I know you Wetware don't get the opportunity all that often." He was right of course, (if: $Choc is 1)[but after eating the chocolate you had found in your room you](else:)[but the allure of that little box called to you. You] cannot help but stare at it. [["I want the chocolate."->SpendChocVouch]] [["I wiil... think on it."->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="goodmeal" src="images/reg/goodmeal.png"/> Trading your voucher for the meal, in short order Reggie produces a small modular tray and hands it over to you. Backing off, you approach one of the small standing-only tables nearby and open your prize. As promised, the largest of the compartments contains a dark orange noodle, presumably formed from wheat grown in the agricultural ring. A sauce is provided in another compartment, while the third has a protein you could mix in or eat separately. The last is a cup, though it only contains water. (if: $Outfit is 1)[Standing there in your Academy uniform, you could almost be mistaken for just another student as you lift some of the noodles and give them a try.](else:)[Standing there in your wetsuit, you stand out wildly from the rest of the food stand's patrons. Best you can do is ignore that as you lift some of noodles and give them a try.] It tastes *so* good. To a tongue wholly acclimated to nutrient slurry, the texture is novel and the flavors almost overpowering. Every sensory reaction along your tongue fires, your well-flashed mind certainly not remembering anything like it. Wait, well-- you remember *savory*, somehow. That seemed to be this, while the sauce you try next is definitely sweet. Together you nearly forget to swallow. Did humans truly eat this sort of thing every day? *How?* By the time you're finishing up the plate, and that comes surprisingly quick, you're panting slightly from the sensory overload. That feeling persists as you stumble back up to Reggie, his smiling face noting your wide-eyed look with a raised brow. "Everything... alright, $Zero?" (set: $Voucher to 2) [[Stare blankly forward.->FoodStare]] [["Soooo... good."->FoodGood]] [["Too much... flavor."->FoodBad]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="uni1" src="images/player/uni1.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="front" src="images/player/front.png"/>] Your blank stare and accompanying silence are met with squinted eyes from Reggie, who finally reaches out, taking back the tray. "Right..." Several more awkward moments pass before coughs and leans forward again. "...anything else?" [[Stare at him.->ReggieHub]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="uni1" src="images/player/uni1.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="front" src="images/player/front.png"/>] Reggie chuckles at that, only a bit awkwardly as he notes your slightly unsteady state. Still, he takes back the tray, and you use the time to calm yourself. When next he leans forward, you're both a bit less awkward. "I know I said its a favorite around here, but no one reacts like that..." He shrugs. "Anyway, anything else I can help with, $Zero?" [[The taste still lingers.->ReggieHub]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="uni1" src="images/player/uni1.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="front" src="images/player/front.png"/>] Reggie chuckles at that, only a bit awkwardly as he notes your slightly unsteady state. Still, he takes back the tray, and you use the time to calm yourself. When next he leans forward, you're both a bit less awkward. "I guess there is a good reason they feed you that wetware ration, huh?" He shrugs. "Anyway, anything else I can help with, $Zero?" [[The taste still lingers.->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="choc" src="images/reg/choc.png"/> (set: $Choc2 to 3) With a subtle shrug, Reggie plucks the small box from its stand and hands it over. It doesn't weight much, most of it being mere packaging, but for a moment you *own* something. That didn't come often to Wetware. The temptation to open it is strong, but you could hold onto it... [[Hold onto it!->HoldChoc]] [[Eat it!->EatChoc2]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="uni1" src="images/player/uni1.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="front" src="images/player/front.png"/>] How exactly you were to store it proves troublesome, despite your best intentions. (if: $Outfit is 1)[Your Academy uniform, skirt and blouse cut from textiles that occasionally rubbed at your skin, did not have pockets. There was probably a reason why, perhaps to keep students at the Academy proper from bringing in distractions, but your oft-flashed mind couldn't dredge up any details.](else:)[Your Wetsuit, white and glossy, smooth against your sensitive skin, did not have pockets. Owning nothing and meant to serve, an outfit like this designed for Wetware didn't waste its time with that sort of thing.] But you *could* hide the box, perhaps pick it up later on the way back to your room. That made sense, and there are certainly enough places nearby to do it. You pick one of the planters near where a railing and wall came together, a little hidden corner nook accepting the box easily enough. It would be safe there, until you came to retrieve it. (set: $Choc2 to 5) [[Something to remember later...->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="choc" src="images/reg/choc.png"/> (if: $Choc is 1)[It is everything you remember from the other piece of chocolate you had consumed earlier.](else:)[The little square of chocolate is novel, the taste of it on your tongue immediately overwhelming.] Sweet to the point of ecstasy, so strong in flavor it curled your toes. To a mouth long sated with nutrient slurry, the chocolate impacts as explosively as your Instrument's fist on an Entity's skull. It is *good*, wildly so, enough to flush your face with a deep blush. Reggie notes your reaction with half a smile, half an awkward look away, as if he had walked in on you during a particularly private moment. You don't particularly care, the experience pulling you along for several more seconds. Eventually it began to fade, but that only left you with a memory that stuck to your flashed mind as if it were never going to let go. You most certainly do not recall ever tasting anything as good. "Anything... else, I can help with?" Reggie had finally turned back towards you. (set: $Choc2 to 4) [[Shake your head...->ReggieHub]] [["N-No..."->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="choc" src="images/reg/choc.png"/> Reggie isn't hard to distract. As soon as he glanced away you flick several of the utensils on his counter backwards, their clattering to the floor drawing the big man's attention. "Ack, clumsy..." As he bends down to retrieve them, you reach out, nimble fingers settling on the box and snagging it immediately. By the time he stands back up you have it hidden beneath the counter, and it takes only a few words to suggest you were going to think on your options. Stepping away, and decidedly out of view from the man, you look down at your prize. Now the only question is what to do with it? [[Eat it!->EatStealChoc]] [[Keep it!->HideStealChoc]]

<img alt="choc" src="images/reg/choc.png"/> (if: $Choc is 1)[It is everything you remember from the other piece of chocolate you had consumed earlier.](else:)[The little square of chocolate is novel, the taste of it on your tongue immediately overwhelming.] Sweet to the point of ecstasy, so strong in flavor it curled your toes. To a mouth long sated with nutrient slurry, the chocolate impacts as explosively as your Instrument's fist on an Entity's skull. It is *good*, wildly so, enough to flush your face with a deep blush. Did it taste even better because you had stolen it? That too you cannot recall, but the thought lingers as you make your way to a trash receptacle and dispose of the evidence. (if: $Choc is 1 or 2)[$Five might be onto something, with this sort of thing.] For now you make your way back to the food stand, Reggie none the wiser. (set: $Choc2 to 6) [[After your blush settled, of course.->ReggieHub]]

Reggie nodded at that. "Makes sense. You're the only ones who can, so... I suppose that's exactly the right sort of mindset. Takes a special someone to be Wetware, you know. The docs have all sorts of requirements they're looking for when they screen people. During my screening, I knew real quick I wasn't what they're looking for." He crossed his arms. "Everyone here appreciates everything you Wetware do, even if they don't exactly say it." [[It felt good to be recognized.->ReggieHub]]

Reggie pursed his lips at that, then even crossed his arms. "That's... true, I suppose. Everyone always says that, 'course." A moment passes, but he just can't leave the subject at that. "Lots of people appreciate everything you do, as Wetware. You and $Two and $Five. Just saying." [[You hardly listen.->ReggieHub]]

Reggie looked away, a smile crossing his features-- a defensive response in the face of embarrassment. He even looked to be *blushing* a bit. "Well, uh, everyone knows what you *are*, I suppose, and how Wetware... think, I guess." He rubs at the back of his neck, then tries to move on. "I'll just leave that to your doctors and the technicians, and everyone who gets a premium posting, you know? I just sling chow." [[Why did he ask, if he didn't want to know?->ReggieHub]]

<img alt="frontdesk" src="images/set/frontdesk.png"/> Ironically, to head towards what the Bastion knew as the "front desk" visitors center you actually head back towards the rear of the great structure. The bastion stuck out like a growth on the inner defensive wall, and thus it was from behind that most arrived from, often by commuter train. The space is at least welcoming, a handful of loitering civilians waiting for whomever they had arrived to meet filling the space. Beyond them the Bastion's singular set of windows, a thin run of reinforced glass that looked out towards the city proper. It appears to be raining quite heavily. (if: $KasaIntro is 0)[Otherwise you could make for the front desk, they should be able to tell you where Doctor Kasa was located.](else:)[Having already met with Doctor Kasa, you know that she is likely still shepherding the Academy students in the set of conference rooms down the hallway on your left.] [[It is a nice space, at least.->VizHub]]

<img alt="frontdesk" src="images/set/frontdesk.png"/> The Visitor's Center Plaza stretches out before you, relatively empty given the time of day. (if: $Outfit is 1)[Your skirt twirls just a bit as you twist left, then right, looking around. You can't shake the sense it was a little itchy.](else:)[Your wetsuit stands out starkly, drawing the eyes of even those scattered few in the area.] A woman works the information desk, while a young man is posted at the checkpoint that separated the Bastion proper from the world beyond. A sign on the wall reads: **Threat Level: (color: yellow)[Standard]** (if: $Storm is 0)[[[Approach the set of windows on the far wall.->StormWeird]]](else:)[[[Return to the window, look again out into the storm...->StormNormal]]] (if: $KasaIntro is 1 or 2)[[[Return to Doctor Kasa->KasaReturn]]](else:)[[[Approach the front desk, to inquire about Doctor Kasa.->VizFrontDesk]]] [[Approach the exit of the Bastion, and its security checkpoint.->VizSecurity]] [[Return to the atrium.->AtriumHub]]

<img alt="stormstatic" src="images/set/stormstatic.png"/> A storm is on approach. The window is not well angled for viewing the sky, but you get a good enough view nevertheless. Rain is coming down steadily, but the sky above is grey, the horizon a far darker black. It was rolling in from the South, from the lands beyond the Bastion cordon, where reality fuzzed away into ever increasing dissonance. The occasional bit of lightning flashes through the clouds, blinding you... and you hear something in that briefest of moments. So quiet, so far away... a song? [[Do NOT follow the song.->AvoidSong]] [[Listen to it...->SeekSong]]

<img alt="stormstatic" src="images/set/stormstatic.png"/> With a great deal of trepidation you step up to the window once more, to the storm that had called you South. This time, it is only a storm. Still building on the horizon, still looking quite dreadful, but nothing more than that. It is more than a little reassuring to discover that. [[Rain would be good for the Ag-Ring.->VizHub]]

<img alt="jeka" src="images/npc/jeka.png"/> You approach the front desk, and the blonde haired woman seated there. *Jeka*, her nametag reads. A brief glance is spared for you. (if: $Outfit is 1)["One of the visiting students? I think you're a bit-- oh." A second glance had clearly noticed your blue hair, and red eyes. "$Zero. Not often you come up here. What can I do for you?"](else:)["$Zero." She notes your wetsuit, and distinctive features. How could she not? "Not often you come up here. What can I do for you?"] *Doctor Kasa was apparently around here somewhere, and had requested you.* [["Doctor Kasa has requested my presence, I am here to submit to her."->KSub]] [[Remain quiet, and wait.->KQuiet]] [["Kasa wanted to see me, you know where she is?"->KConf]]

<img alt="baxter" src="images/npc/baxter.png"/> Despite the more inviting styling of the Visitor's Plaza, the checkpoint that led outside-- towards what appeared to be train platforms and the city itself-- is a narrow path, heavily reinforced and armored. Where only a single officer had managed the checkpoint near your quarters, however, here a whole team is screening newcomers and those departing. One of them, the highest ranking by his uniform markers, breaks off as soon as he notices your approach. (if: $MeetBax is false)[(set: $MeetBax to true)(if: $Storm is 2)[Lt. Baxter, the officer who had responded to your... episode at the window.](else:)[You feel as if you should recognize him, but you felt that way about most people outside of $Artemis and a select few others.] His black armor appears freshly shined, and you notice a commendation marker for valor beyond the defensive walls-- despite his youth. "Wetware $Zero," he greets, clearly having recognized you. "You are strictly forbidden from leaving the Bastion without escort and supervision. I will need to you stay clear of my checkpoint as a result." Instead he gestures you to the side, out of the path proper which led to the narrowed defensive hardpoint. "Unless you're requesting help of some kind? I'm authorized to provide that."](else:)[Lt. Baxter, who you had of course met your last time this way. He breaks off as he did before, intercepting you before you could hold up his checkpoint's line for even a moment. "Wetware $Zero, did you need something from me?" (if: $Storm is 2)[ He glances towards the large pane window you had nearly lost yourself to. "Is this about your episode?"]] [[He waits patiently for a response.->BaxHub]]

<video src="images/set/storm.webm" type="video/webm" autoplay loop muted controls></video> The storm builds, flashing, faster. Your breathing grows suddenly tight, as if you were back in your Instrument, bound and squirming-- then you look away, forcing the images from your mind. It isn't easy, but you had been trained to be watchful for just this sort of thing. Slowly they recede. $Artemis would have been pleased. (set: $Storm to 1) [[Step back from the window.->VizHub]]

<video src="images/set/storm.webm" type="video/webm" autoplay loop muted controls></video> The storm builds, flashing, faster-- ever faster. Your breathing catches, growing tight as if you were back in your Instrument, bound and squirming. Yet you stare forward regardless, into that dark storm, through those *flashes*, seeking the tune that danced at the edge of your consciousness. Was it truly there? No matter how long you stare, that song seemed always *just* out of reach, one more step into the dark from being yours to hold. Could others see it? You look over your shoulder, only to find the plaza gone, replaced by... water? Were you underwater? *Drowning?* You look down, (if: $Outfit is 1)[where your skirt and shirt are gone, the familiar full body embrace of your wetsuit gleaming. It felt so *good*, so *right*, so much *better* than those terrible textiles. What madness had driven you to wear anything else this morning? There is no answer in your mind as you drift downward...](else:)[to where your wetsuit clung to your every curve, a full body embrace you needed at that moment. It felt so *good*, so *right*, so much *better* than the horrid textiles you had considered wearing earlier. What madness had driven you to such thoughts? There is no answer in your mind as you drift downward...] (set: $WindowDream to true) [[...towards a black hole in reality.->SeekSong2]]

<img alt="mindfuck" src="images/player/mindfuck.png"/> The hole reaches up towards you, revealing itself to not be an *absence*, but a *concentration*-- of something you just *know* must be wonderful. Gleaming tendrils encircle you, caressing your glossy second skin as they start to seize hold, snapping into place around your limbs as thoroughly as any restraint. One, three, a dozen. Then they pull, gently, down deeper into a pool that seemed endless. You glance up, towards the surface, and realize in that moment you could never surface, not held down like this. And that... it... was it truly that bad? [[Then comes the shock.->SeekSong3]]

<img alt="baxter" src="images/npc/baxter.png"/> Pain lances through you like a scourging fire, emanating from your neck but traveling through every synapse in your nervous system. Then it holds, a torturous agony that extends out for what felt like an eternity-- though was only a few seconds. When it ends your long eyelashes flutter open, and you find yourself looking up into the face of a young soldier. (if: $MeetBax is false)[(set: $MeetBax to true)He looks at you with a mixture of stern disapproval and apparent concern, his frown clearing as you emerge from the storm, and realize you're lying on the floor, in his arms. (if: $Outfit is 1)[A glance down and you notice you were still wearing your Academy uniform, which meant that time in the water had been... a dream? Its so hard to recall.](else:)[A glance down and you notice you're still wearing your wetsuit, the tight material revealing just how sharply you were breathing. Perhaps because you had felt yourself drowning only moments before? Its so hard to recall.] "Wetware $Zero," he holds a small flashlight up to your eyes, observing your red pupils as they contract. "You were having what I believe was a Dissonant Episode, and I invoked emergency procedures to access your monitoring collar's shock function." He helps you sit up a bit, still supporting most of your weight. "My name is 2nd Lieutenant Baxter, assigned to the Bastion main entrance." That made sense, the checkpoint was only a few feet away. "Procedure requires I ask you to recite your Wetware designation, status, and purpose."](else:)[You recognize him, 2nd Lieutenant Baxter from the security checkpoint that led outside. That stern look from before remains, but there is something like concern in his eyes too, a fact you realize alongside noticing you're lying on the floor, in his arms. (if: $Outfit is 1)[A glance down and you notice you were still wearing your Academy uniform, which meant that time in the water had been... a dream? Its so hard to recall.](else:)[A glance down and you notice you're still wearing your wetsuit, the tight material revealing just how sharply you were breathing. Perhaps because you had felt yourself drowning only moments before? Its so hard to recall.] He holds a small flashlight up to your eyes, observing your red pupils as they contract. "You were having what I believe was a Dissonant Episode, and I invoked emergency procedures to access your monitoring collar's shock function." He helps you sit up a bit, still supporting most of your weight. "My name is 2nd Lieutenant Baxter, if you... remember?" That made sense, the checkpoint was only a few feet away. "Procedure requires I ask you to recite your Wetware designation, status, and purpose."] It sounded like a test. [["I-I am Wetware 00, property of Bastion 8, Instrument component..."->GoodTestA]] [["W-What... h-happened?"->AskTestA]] [["G-Get off of me...!"->BadTestA]]

<img alt="baxter" src="images/npc/baxter.png"/> "...good." He slips the little controller device for your collar into his pocket, then uses the newly freed hand to help you into a seated position, back against the pane of glass that had brought on... whatever had just happened. You have a nagging sense that something like this had been explained to you, repeatedly, but your oft-flashed mind struggles for details. Baxter at least provides some. "I noticed you staring outside, for several minutes. Every staff member of the Bastion is trained to watch for signs like that from Wetware, and when you moaned-- well, that's from the manual too. So I acted." He shakes his head. "Last I heard, only $Five was having Dissonant Episodes. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to report this to your Handler." [["P-Please don't, she doesn't need to know..."->NoReportPlease]] [["That's... f-fine..."->YesReportBasic]] [["My behavior should be constantly monitored."->YesReportSub]]

<img alt="baxter" src="images/npc/baxter.png"/> Lt. Baxter flicks the flashlight several times. "First, I need your designation, status, and purpose. Please, or else procedure is that I shock you again." You don't like the sound of that. [["I-I am Wetware 00, property of Bastion 8, Instrument component..."->GoodTestA]] [["G-Get off of me...!"->BadTestA]]

Another shock, activated by what the Lieutenant appeared to be holding in his right hand. $00 is printed on it. "Please don't make me do that again," he whispers, holding you just a bit tighter as your muscles quiver in the aftermath. At least that time it had been much quicker. "Designation, status, purpose-- its just a procedural test, to make sure you remember." You *do* remember, and you *do not* want another shock. [["I-I am Wetware 00, property of Bastion 8, Instrument component..."->GoodTestA]]

(if: $Outfit is 2)[<img alt="kneetochest" src="images/player/kneetochest.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="unisit" src="images/player/unisit.png"/>] You pull your knees up to your chest as you plead for a reprieve. "I can't do that." He sounds remarkably steadfast. "Wetware mental stability is the concern of every member of this Bastion, this city." That sounded as if he was reciting a rule, word for word. Now that you had mostly recovered, however, he seems unsure if he should linger beside you longer. Presumably there was no clear-cut rule for that. "If there is anything else I can do, though, let met know. I'll be right over there." He pointed towards the security checkpoint nearby. (set: $Storm to 2) [[He steps back and away, and after a deep breath you stand again.->VizHub]]

(if: $Outfit is 2)[<img alt="kneetochest" src="images/player/kneetochest.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="unisit" src="images/player/unisit.png"/>] You pull your knees up to your chest as you acknowledge his intentions. "Well, good then. Wetware mental stability is the concern of every member of this Bastion, this city." That sounded as if he was reciting a rule, word for word. Now that you had mostly recovered, however, he seems unsure if he should linger beside you longer. Presumably there was no clear-cut rule for that. "If there is anything else I can do, though, let met know. I'll be right over there." He pointed towards the security checkpoint nearby. (set: $Storm to 2) [[He steps back and away, and after a deep breath you stand again.->VizHub]]

(if: $Outfit is 2)[<img alt="kneetochest" src="images/player/kneetochest.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="unisit" src="images/player/unisit.png"/>] You pull your knees up to your chest as you acknowledge your need for constant monitoring. "Well... I'm not one of the doctors, but I know $Five had her liberties restricted once they started happening to her. Wetware mental stability is the concern of every member of this Bastion, this city." That sounded as if he was reciting a rule, word for word. Now that you had mostly recovered, however, he seems unsure if he should linger beside you longer. Presumably there was no clear-cut rule for that. "If there is anything else I can do, though, let met know. I'll be right over there." He pointed towards the security checkpoint nearby. (set: $Storm to 2) [[He steps back and away, and after a deep breath you stand again.->VizHub]]

<img alt="baxter" src="images/npc/baxter.png"/> Lt. Baxer stands before you, a hand on (if: $Outfit is 1)[the shoulder of your Academy uniform.](else:)[your wetsuited shoulder.] His grip feels strong. [["I can't go outside?"->AskOutside]] [["Where are all those other people going?"->AskOtherPeople]] (if: $Storm is 0 or 1)[[[Step back and away from the him, and the checkpoint.->VizHub]]](else:)[[["So... you reported what happened to my Handler?->BaxHand]] [["What exactly... is a Dissonant Episode?"->BaxDEp]] [["You didn't need to shock me so hard...->BaxShockHard]] [["I just wanted to say... thank you, for helping me."->Baxthank]] [["That's all for now." Step away.->VizHub]]]

"Absolutely not." He makes it sound as if even your asking it was a bit suspect. "Even when you're not on standby, like now, Wetware is required to stay in the Bastion at all times-- except when escorted by their Handler, or a designated representative." He crosses his arms over the rifle that hangs from his shoulders. "It is a matter of Bastion Defense, and for your own good. *It doesn't feel very good to you.* [["...alright."->BaxHub]] [["Fine, be that way!"->BaxHub]]

"Hmm?" He glances back over his shoulder, towards where other security officers are processing a handful of people looking to enter the Bastion, or leave. "Oh, just normal procedure. Checking IDs, security pat-downs, Dissonance scans. Efficiency in the process is important. When the Bastion's shifts get off, several hundred people will be looking to get to the train platforms just outside. Processing that amount of people is a challenge, one my team continues to meet expectations for." He seems slightly proud of that. [["I comprehend."->BaxHub]]

Lt. Baxter nods crisply. "I have. Handler $Artemis assured me that you will be subjected to a series of test to reevaluate your mental stability, that she would speak with you personally upon next meeting, and that a second Episode is extremely unlikely to occur in the near future-- otherwise I would have taken you into protective custody." You do not doubt for a moment he would have done so, if ordered. "Were it up to me, I would just enforce leash rules at this point, but my understanding is that a shadow escort is commonly used at this stage. Not my decision either way." *Shadow escort? Leash rules?* [[You purse your lips in thought.->BaxHub]]

"I'm not expert, we are just trained on the symptoms to watch for." Lt. Baxter rests his hand on the butt of his rifle. "But my understanding is that it represents a spike in latent Dissonant activity, the sort only your Wetware are susceptible to. The triggers can differ between Wetware, but it manifests as a trance-like state initially." The sharp line of his lips form into a frown. "You and $Two had not been noted as experiencing them, yet." [[Something to keep in mind...->BaxHub]]

"Yes I did." He is firm on that, looking down at you with a sternness that suggested questioning procedures was almost enough to earn you another shock. "You are fitted with that collar for reason, $Zero." [[The choker's pull around your throat is tight indeed.->BaxHub]]

"That is my duty." He looks down at you intently, (if: $Outfit is 2)[fighting the urge to stare overlong at your wetsuit.](else:)[his trim armor so much different from your skirt and blouse.] "They make it clear to every Bastion officer that Wetware are fragile, and need much more care than any person does. That is simply what I provided." He suddenly breaks from his stare, looking vaguely into the distance, towards the contamination bays. "It is almost unbelievable that you're what makes the Instruments function." [[Weak, yet important. A strange mixture.->BaxHub]]

<img alt="jeka" src="images/npc/jeka.png"/> Jeka perks up. "Ah, right. She left word with me." Flicking through half a dozen pages on a notepad seems to find Jeka what she was looking for. "Here we are. Doctor Kasa is leading a Bastion tour for a group visiting from the city Academy. You're lucky-- they started only a little while ago, she should still be here in the Visitor Center. Conference Room #3, down the hall, third on the right." She indicated the hallway in question, then returned immediately to her work, the flutter of pages announcing she had already moved on. [[To the hallway, then.->ConfHall]]

<img alt="jeka" src="images/npc/jeka.png"/> Jeka narrows her eyes at you, several awkward moments passing before she perks up. "Doctor Kasa! Ah! She left word." Flicking through half a dozen pages on a notepad seems to find Jeka what she was looking for. "Here we are. Doctor Kasa is leading a Bastion tour for a group visiting from the city Academy. And she wants to talk to you. You're lucky-- they started only a little while ago, she should still be here in the Visitor Center. Conference Room #3, down the hall, third on the right." She indicated the hallway in question, then returned immediately to her work, the flutter of pages announcing she had already moved on. [[To the hallway, then.->ConfHall]]

<img alt="jeka" src="images/npc/jeka.png"/> Your informal tone doesn't seem to bother Jeka in the slightest, the brusqueness even matching the way she aggressively flips through half a dozen pages on a notepad. "Here we are. Doctor Kasa is leading a Bastion tour for a group visiting from the city Academy. And she wants to talk to you. You're lucky-- they started only a little while ago, she should still be here in the Visitor Center. Conference Room #3, down the hall, third on the right." She indicated the hallway in question, then returned immediately to her work, the flutter of pages announcing she had already moved on. [[To the hallway, then.->ConfHall]]

<img alt="kasa" src="images/npc/kasa.png"/> To your surprise you find Doctor Kasa leaning against the wall beside a door marked *Conference Room #3*. A quick glance through the tinted glass reveals about a half dozen students in (if: $Outfit is 1)[Academy uniforms that are a match to your own-- the young women in skirts and blouses, the men dress shirts and pants.](else:)[Academy uniforms so very different from your wetsuit. While they look like the students they are, you are a creature of steel and rubber.] Doctor Kasa meanwhile is wearing her own uniform, a white and medical mint green ensemble intended for clean room work. The clipboard she holds in her hands had claimed her attention, but she looks up-- then double takes-- upon hearing your footfalls. "$Zero, hello." She gives a smile, meeting you red eyes without the hesitation many of the other humans had displayed on your way over. The Doctor goes even one step further however, looking you over as if it were a sudden examination. (if: $Outfit is 1)["Wearing textiles today, $Zero? I think you look very scholarly in them."](else:)["Wearing your wetsuit, $Zero? How... dutiful, I suppose.] Another smile, though you sense just a hint of her forcing it. "Did you get the message I left at the checkpoint? Of course you did, they *do* love procedures here in the Bastion. Umm--" She seems to stumble there, then perks back up, leaning in slightly. "How are you doing? Your last deployment was very... trying." [["I'm doing very well, Doctor Kasa."->KasaVeryWell]] [["I'm doing alright, Doctor Kasa."->KasaAlright]] [["I am functional and ready for service, Doctor Kasa."->KasaFunc]]

<img alt="kasa" src="images/npc/kasa.png"/> Kasa brightens as you respond, her arms clasping the clipboard she held to her chest. "That is wonderful to hear! I was only transferred to the Bastion here a few days before your last deployment, and since then you've been in decontamination and I was busy with half a hundred tasks Doctor Asakuma tasked me with. So I didn't get a chance to formally introduce myself, that's part of the reason I wanted to see you." That was irregular. Your often-flashed memory made recalling most things difficult, but you're certain most of the other Doctors did not make the effort to introduce themselves to you personally. They simply treated you as a particularly fragile piece of equipment. And they *certainly* did not offer out a hand, as Kasa does. It takes several long moments for you to realize she was doing the human greeting, shaking hands. [[Shake her hand.->ShakeKasa]] [[Stare at her.->StareKasa]] [["Doctors aren't my friends."->NoFriendKasa]]

<img alt="kasa2" src="images/npc/kasa2.png"/> Kasa smiles once more at your response, but its clear she was hoping for a stronger response. "That is understandable, given what you went through. I was only transferred to the Bastion here a few days before your last deployment, and since then you've been in decontamination and I was busy with half a hundred tasks Doctor Asakuma tasked me with. So I didn't get a chance to formally introduce myself, that's part of the reason I wanted to see you." That was irregular. Your often-flashed memory made recalling most things difficult, but you're certain most of the other Doctors did not make the effort to introduce themselves to you personally. They simply treated you as a particularly fragile piece of equipment. And they *certainly* did not offer out a hand, as Kasa does. It takes several long moments for you to realize she was doing the human greeting, shaking hands. [[Shake her hand.->ShakeKasa]] [[Stare at her.->StareKasa]] [["Doctors aren't my friends."->NoFriendKasa]]

<img alt="kasa4" src="images/npc/kasa4.png"/> Kasa's smile fades, a note of concern spreading across her features. "I think you're... more than that, $Zero. But, well... I was only transferred to the Bastion here a few days before your last deployment, and since then you've been in decontamination and I was busy with half a hundred tasks Doctor Asakuma tasked me with. So I didn't get a chance to formally introduce myself, that's part of the reason I wanted to see you." That was irregular. Your often-flashed memory made recalling most things difficult, but you're certain most of the other Doctors did not make the effort to introduce themselves to you personally. They simply treated you as a particularly fragile piece of equipment. And they *certainly* did not offer out a hand, as Kasa does. It takes several long moments for you to realize she was doing the human greeting, shaking hands. [[Shake her hand.->ShakeKasa]] [[Stare at her.->StareKasa]] [["Doctors aren't my friends."->NoFriendKasa]]

<img alt="kasa" src="images/npc/kasa.png"/> You shake her hand, mostly mimicking what you have seen those around you do. (if: $Outfit is 1)[Her skin is warm to the touch.](else:)[Her skin may have been warm to the touch, but you feel little through the rubber of your wetsuit's gloves.] Kasa returns the effort with enthusiasm, only letting go after several pumps of the arm. "It's good to meet you, truly. Running a small clinic in an interior city taught me a lot, but I have to admit I was putting in near constant requests to be transferred out here to the frontier, onto the Wetware team. Ensuring you, $Two, and $Five are healthy is the most important thing I could be doing-- even if I'm just a junior tech, for now." She seems to want to say more, holds herself back, then reconsiders. Even with your blurry sense of self, she is surprisingly easy to read. "I'm having to learn many new things here... the technology is so advanced. But I've already seen that you and the other Wetware girls are treated very... *strictly.* I understand the science behind it, and I know how important it is, but... well, after your last mission, while in decontamination... (if: $Fate is 1 or 2)[You were put into Discipline suit, and subject to... so very much. Do you think it, uh, *helped?*](else-if: $Fate is 3)[You were given a most, uh, personal sort of reward. You know. Umm, an *orgasm.* Is that... what you wanted?](else:)[You were put into the conditioning tanks, and subjected to... a very intense training experience. Do you think it, uh, *helped?*]" (if: $Fate is 1 or 2)[[["It was torture, I hated it."->DeconTorture]] [["I am wetware, I don't need to think."->DeconNoThink]] [["It taught me a lesson, and made me stronger."->DeconStronger]] [["Being strictly bound... and constantly edged... I loved it."->DeconLove]]](else-if: $Fate is 3)[[["It felt good, but I want... more."->DeconMore]] [["I performed my function, and was rewarded for it."->DeconReward]] [["If you were slotted into an Instrument for hours, you'd want it too."->DeconWantToo]]](else:)[[["It was torture, I hated it."->DeconTorture]] [["I am wetware, I don't need to think."->DeconNoThink]] [["It taught me a lesson, and made me stronger."->DeconStronger]] [["Being sealed in, helpless... I loved it."->DeconLove]]]

<img alt="kasa2" src="images/npc/kasa2.png"/> You look down at the hand, back up to Kasa, then down once more to the hand-- never blinking. After several more awkward moments, the Doctor finally seems to realize the issue. "Oh-- you don't..." She pulls her hand back sheepishly. "I was just greeting you, $Zero. But the flash techs certainly aren't doing the work to exclude such things from flash targeting, sorry. But its good to meet you, truly! Running a small clinic in an interior city taught me a lot, but I have to admit I was putting in near constant requests to be transferred out here to the frontier, onto the Wetware team. Ensuring you, $Two, and $Five are healthy is the most important thing I could be doing-- even if I'm just a junior tech, for now." She seems to want to say more, holds herself back, then reconsiders. Even with your blurry sense of self, she is surprisingly easy to read. "I'm having to learn many new things here... the technology is so advanced. But I've already seen that you and the other Wetware girls are treated very... *strictly.* I understand the science behind it, and I know how important it is, but... well, after your last mission, while in decontamination... (if: $Fate is 1 or 2)[You were put into Discipline suit, and subject to... so very much. Do you think it, uh, *helped?*](else-if: $Fate is 3)[You were given a most, uh, personal sort of reward. You know. Umm, an *orgasm.* Is that... what you wanted?](else:)[You were put into the conditioning tanks, and subjected to... a very intense training experience. Do you think it, uh, *helped?*]" (if: $Fate is 1 or 2)[[["It was torture, I hated it."->DeconTorture]] [["I am wetware, I don't need to think."->DeconNoThink]] [["It taught me a lesson, and made me stronger."->DeconStronger]] [["Being strictly bound... and constantly edged... I loved it."->DeconLove]]](else-if: $Fate is 3)[[["It felt good, but I want... more."->DeconMore]] [["I performed my function, and was rewarded for it."->DeconReward]] [["If you were slotted into an Instrument for hours, you'd want it too."->DeconWantToo]]](else:)[[["It was torture, I hated it."->DeconTorture]] [["I am wetware, I don't need to think."->DeconNoThink]] [["It taught me a lesson, and made me stronger."->DeconStronger]] [["Being sealed in, helpless... I loved it."->DeconLove]]]

<img alt="kasa4" src="images/npc/kasa4.png"/> Kasa bites her bottom lip, brows furrowed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it, $Zero. Given what the Wetware team puts you through, I suppose that's a completely legitimate way to be. $Two was much the same. But I do hope I can change your mind, over time. We don't have to be at odds!" She pulls her hand back, even as she tries to push forward. "It's good to meet you, though! Running a small clinic in an interior city taught me a lot, but I have to admit I was putting in near constant requests to be transferred out here to the frontier, onto the Wetware team. Ensuring you, $Two, and $Five are healthy is the most important thing I could be doing-- even if I'm just a junior tech, for now." She seems to want to say more, holds herself back, then reconsiders. Even with your blurry sense of self, she is surprisingly easy to read. "I'm having to learn many new things here... the technology is so advanced. But I've already seen that you and the other Wetware girls are treated very... *strictly.* I understand the science behind it, and I know how important it is, but... well, after your last mission, while in decontamination... (if: $Fate is 1 or 2)[You were put into Discipline suit, and subject to... so very much. Do you think it, uh, *helped?*](else-if: $Fate is 3)[You were given a most, uh, personal sort of reward. You know. Umm, an *orgasm.* Is that... what you wanted?](else:)[You were put into the conditioning tanks, and subjected to... a very intense training experience. Do you think it, uh, *helped?*]" (if: $Fate is 1 or 2)[[["It was torture, I hated it."->DeconTorture]] [["I am wetware, I don't need to think."->DeconNoThink]] [["It taught me a lesson, and made me stronger."->DeconStronger]] [["Being strictly bound... and constantly edged... I loved it."->DeconLove]]](else-if: $Fate is 3)[[["It felt good, but I want... more."->DeconMore]] [["I performed my function, and was rewarded for it."->DeconReward]] [["If you were slotted into an Instrument for hours, you'd want it too."->DeconWantToo]]](else:)[[["It was torture, I hated it."->DeconTorture]] [["I am wetware, I don't need to think."->DeconNoThink]] [["It taught me a lesson, and made me stronger."->DeconStronger]] [["Being sealed in, helpless... I loved it."->DeconLove]]]

(if: $Fate is 1 or 2)[<img alt="punish" src="images/player/punish.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="pod" src="images/set/pod.png"/>] (if: $Fate is 1)[You remember your time in the Discipline suit, sealed in, straitjacketed, hooded, and constantly edged. The pleasure had only been eclipsed by the raw, frustrating ache of never being allowed to climax.](else:)[You remember your time in the pod, sealed in, submerged, struggling to breathe as your visor was bombarded with instructive lessons.] It *had* been torture, and Doctor Kasa reacts with all due alarm. "I just knew it-- I had considered preparing a report for the full team, suggesting alternative treatments. Something more... humane. I will take the matter up with my superiors at the very first instance." She seems determined, even if you think her chances of success low. Certainly $Artemis would be doing things differently, if she could. She always made it clear to you that what you endured was necessary-- and Kasa seems to have reconsidered her rash course of action, after several moments. "I would just be disregarded, I think. But with enough data... I will need to observe, I suppose. Pick my battles. $Zero, I'm sorry, but I will do what I can for you. I promise it." [[Would that actually help? You don't know.->KasaCon]]

(if: $Fate is 1 or 2)[<img alt="punish" src="images/player/punish.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="pod" src="images/set/pod.png"/>] (if: $Fate is 1)[You remember your time in the Discipline suit, sealed in, straitjacketed, hooded, and constantly edged. The pleasure had only been eclipsed by the raw, frustrating ache of never being allowed to climax.](else:)[You remember your time in the pod, sealed in, submerged, struggling to breathe as your visor was bombarded with instructive lessons.] Your team of Doctors, and most importantly $Artemis, had thought it the correct course-- and you are not allowed to have a differing opinion. "But you can, you do-- I had considered preparing a report for the full team, suggesting alternative treatments. Something more... humane. I will take the matter up with my superiors at the very first instance." She seems determined, even if you think her chances of success low. Certainly $Artemis would be doing things differently, if she could. She always made it clear to you that what you endured was necessary-- and Kasa seems to have reconsidered her rash course of action, after several moments. "I would just be disregarded, I think. But with enough data... I will need to observe, I suppose. Pick my battles. $Zero, I'm sorry, but I will do what I can for you. I promise it." [[Would that actually help? You don't know.->KasaCon]]

(if: $Fate is 1 or 2)[<img alt="punish" src="images/player/punish.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="pod" src="images/set/pod.png"/>] (if: $Fate is 1)[You remember your time in the Discipline suit, sealed in, straitjacketed, hooded, and constantly edged. The pleasure had only been eclipsed by the raw, frustrating ache of never being allowed to climax.](else:)[You remember your time in the pod, sealed in, submerged, struggling to breathe as your visor was bombarded with instructive lessons.] Humans couldn't endure such an experience, but you *could*, and that was what made you different. Stronger. "I suppose that's true..." She doesn't sound convinced in the slightest. "I had considered preparing a report for the full team, suggesting alternative treatments. Something more... humane." She seems determined, even if you think her chances of success low. Certainly $Artemis would be doing things differently, if she could. She always made it clear to you that what you endured was necessary-- and Kasa seems to have reconsidered her rash course of action, after several moments. "I would just be disregarded, I think. But with enough data... I will need to observe, I suppose. Pick my battles. $Zero, I'm sorry, but I will do what I can for you. I promise it." [[Would that actually help? You don't know.->KasaCon]]

(if: $Fate is 1 or 2)[<img alt="punish" src="images/player/punish.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="pod" src="images/set/pod.png"/>] (if: $Fate is 1)[You remember your time in the Discipline suit, sealed in, straitjacketed, hooded, and constantly edged. The pleasure had only been eclipsed by the raw, frustrating ache of never being allowed to climax.](else:)[You remember your time in the pod, sealed in, submerged, struggling to breathe as your visor was bombarded with instructive lessons.] Humans couldn't endure such an experience, but you *could*, and that was what made you different. Only a slut like you would do. "I.. struggle to believe that." She doesn't sound convinced in the slightest. "I had considered preparing a report for the full team, suggesting alternative treatments. Something more... humane." She seems determined, even if you think her chances of success low. Certainly $Artemis would be doing things differently, if she could. She always made it clear to you that what you endured was necessary-- and Kasa seems to have reconsidered her rash course of action, after several moments. "I would just be disregarded, I think. But with enough data... I will need to observe, I suppose. Pick my battles. $Zero, I'm sorry, but I will do what I can for you. I promise it." [[Would that actually help? You don't know.->KasaCon]]

You remember the vibrator between your legs, $Artemis above, your Handler personally working through the ecstasy of a climax. Your Instrument bombarded you with pleasure for *hours*, but it had been that time with $Artemis that stuck with you, the intimacy of finally being given release so much more fulfilling than a machine's constant fucking. But you wanted *more*, they so rarely allowed you release, so rarely rewarded you for your hard work. "I... understand you are driven by a baseline arousal I cannot fully understand, beyond the raw numbers," Kasa replies, flushing red as she considered the topic at hand. "I have considered preparing a report for the full team, suggesting alternative treatments. Something more... humane." She seems determined, even if you think her chances of success low. Certainly $Artemis would be doing things differently, if she could. She always made it clear to you that what you endured was necessary-- and Kasa seems to have reconsidered her rash course of action, after several moments. "I would just be disregarded, I think. But with enough data... I will need to observe, I suppose. Pick my battles. $Zero, I'm sorry, but I will do what I can for you. I promise it." [[Would that actually help? You don't know.->KasaCon]]

You remember the vibrator between your legs, $Artemis above, your Handler personally working through the ecstasy of a climax. Your Instrument bombarded you with pleasure for *hours*, but it had been that time with $Artemis that stuck with you, the intimacy of finally being given release so much more fulfilling than a machine's constant fucking. You are *part* of that machine, however, and like a every other gear in that machine, you only needed oil when absolutely necessary. "I... understand you are driven by an arousal derived from denial that I can scarcely understand, beyond the raw figures," Kasa replies, flushing red as she considered the topic at hand. "I have considered preparing a report for the full team, suggesting alternative treatments. Something more... humane." She seems determined, even if you think her chances of success low. Certainly $Artemis would be doing things differently, if she could. She always made it clear to you that what you endured was necessary-- and Kasa seems to have reconsidered her rash course of action, after several moments. "I would just be disregarded, I think. But with enough data... I will need to observe, I suppose. Pick my battles. $Zero, I'm sorry, but I will do what I can for you. I promise it." [[Would that actually help? You don't know.->KasaCon]]

You remember the vibrator between your legs, $Artemis above, your Handler personally working through the ecstasy of a climax. Your Instrument bombarded you with pleasure for *hours*, but it had been that time with $Artemis that stuck with you, the intimacy of finally being given release so much more fulfilling than a machine's constant fucking. How could a human ever understand? "I... understand you are driven by a baseline arousal I cannot fully understand, beyond the raw numbers. But I am *trying* to understand," Kasa replies, flushing red as she considered the topic at hand. "I have considered preparing a report for the full team, suggesting alternative treatments. Something more... humane." She seems determined, even if you think her chances of success low. Certainly $Artemis would be doing things differently, if she could. She always made it clear to you that what you endured was necessary-- and Kasa seems to have reconsidered her rash course of action, after several moments. "I would just be disregarded, I think. But with enough data... I will need to observe, I suppose. Pick my battles. $Zero, I'm sorry, but I will do what I can for you. I promise it." [[Would that actually help? You don't know.->KasaCon]]

<img alt="kasa" src="images/npc/kasa.png"/> "Well," Kasa concludes, checking the clock jutting out from the hallway wall. "The student's film is just about over. Normally I would perform a question and answer session, on what we've covered thus far. But with you here..." She brightens up again. "Would you consider coming in with me, $Zero, and taking part in the Q&A yourself? There are always so many questions about Wetware, and having one in-person would be a rare treat!" Kasa clutches her clipboard. "*Please?*" That's another word you rarely hear directed towards you. [["Actually, I need to go..."->NoQA]] [["Sure, I can do that Doctor Kasa."->YesQA]] [["....okay."->YesQA]]

<img alt="kasa" src="images/npc/kasa.png"/> "Ah," she is clearly disappointed, but you see in her a scientist working through a freshly presented problem. "Wetware often demonstrate social reclusiveness, I suppose a public forum would not generally sit well with you. I apologize for placing the request upon you." Kasa gasps. "Oh! I could give you a food voucher, if you just needed incentive though. I already have been given that option, when it comes to your maintenance and treatment. You could use it at the food stand in the atrium, get something more than just the Wetware feed. How about it?" She is, if anything, persistant. (set: $KasaIntro to 1) [["Sorry, no."->NoQA2]] [["...alright, you convinced me."->YesQA]]

<img alt="kasa" src="images/npc/kasa.png"/> "Really?" Doctor Kasa almost doesn't seem to believe it. "I mean-- wonderful! I don't want to take up too much of your time, so I'll limit the questions. How about... five? And I'll be there to provide any further illumination, as necessary. But... thank you, I'm sure the students will love meeting you!" Eyes widening, she reaches into her pocket, pulling out a small device. Flipping through the settings, she eventually slams a finger down with satisfaction. "As preemptive thanks... there! I just authorized you for a food voucher, for a proper meal. You should be able to redeem it at the food stand, after we're done. I know how dreadful the Wetware slurry is." Now quite excited, she places a hand on your back, guiding you towards the conference room door, which she opens. (set: $Voucher to 1)(set: $KasaIntro to 2) [[In you go.->QAStart]]

Kasa frowns, only to forcibly reverse the expression. "I understand. No hard feelings? I need to go in and speak with the students, but I'll step out again as necessary. If there is anything you need, just let met know." [[And with that she slips into the room.->VizHub]]

<img alt="kasa5" src="images/npc/kasa5.png"/> (set: $MetVera to true) "Students!" The half dozen or so in attendance turn towards Kasa as she speaks, but its you they focus intently on. (if: $Outfit is 1)[You may have been uniformed like them, but the recognition that flits across their eyes is obviously-- clearly they *knew* you, at least visually.](else:)[Your wetsuit immediately identified you as someone special, but there is a greater recognition that flits across their eyes. Clearly they *knew* you.] A pale student in the back nearly stands up from her seat in surprise, suppressing a squeal. Kasa marches you towards the front of the room, up onto the slightly higher platform that occupied the space. She takes the dias for herself, leaving you to stand beside her, a specimen on display. "I'm sure you all recognize $Zero, fully registered Wetware assigned to this Bastion-- and your protector. A lucky break has allowed her the opportunity to come and answer any questions you may have, particularly after the introductory film." Kasa gestured towards the screen behind her, now halted on the projected image of Bastion #8's logo. Your attention remains on the students however, and they on you. In another life you may very well have been their peer, being of similar age, but your existence had taken a very different path years ago. "$Zero is enjoying her time not in-service, or on standby, and as such I don't want to take up too much of her time-- but if you have any questions about Wetware, students, who better to answer than one of them? $Zero, would you like to say anything before we begin?" [["It is... a pleasure to meet you all."->QAPlease]] [["It is... a pleasure to serve you."->QAServe]] [[Remain silent, and keep your eyes down.->QASilent]]

You have the student's undivided attention. As members of the Academy, they're the city's best and brightest, a mixture of young men and women that would become the next generation of soldiers, scientists, and engineers. Undoubtedly some of them would be working at the Bastion itself, and thus with Wetware much like yourself. Your response almost seems to surprise them with how... *normal* it was, only a moment's hesitation marring it. "Who would like to ask a question?" Kasa's inquiry prompts nearly all of them to raise their hands, a girl seated furthest from the front of the room nearly jumping out of her seat. The Doctor chooses another, however, a young man near the front. He clears his throat, leaning forward. "We all went through Screening, where they run the usual tests for Wetware, but were you surprised by the result?" Remembering-- that was always difficult for you, but what he was referencing came before your strict regimen of mind flashes, and that did help matters. Doctor Kasa however spoke up first. "I can speak to part of that, at least, as an assigned care-giver for $Zero. Like all of you, she went through the standard screening process upon reaching the age of majority. The results are compared with existing observations, and a battery of conclusions are drawn." Talk of statistics seems to really energize the Doctor as she continues. "Like all Wetware, $Zero scored exceptionally high in mental acuity and malleability. To put it succinctly, she is brilliant, and with a mind capable of direct interfacing, an extremely difficult and demanding process. The second component is mental outlook and suggestive lean, a registrar of a subject's tendency towards dominance or submission. The SUBM system. Obviously $Zero scored high as a submissive." Kasa smiled, so thoroughly lost in talk of tests and figures she strode boldly into topics that usually seemed to give her pause. "The final component of the process is, of course, the Erotic Response Overall Screening. *EROS*, which measures capacity for sexual stimulation, sexual limits, arousal arcs, sensory stability, and related fertility. If you would turn your attention to the screen..." <img alt="PlayerID1" src="images/reg/PlayerID1.png"/> She had flicked on a new projected image, that of your identification card. "Wetware $Zero has AAA ranks in both the EROS and SUBM rankings, the highest possible. In the Hotlabs we call that a Six-A ranking, and $Zero is the only one in this Bastion with such results." With a start, the Doctor places a hand over my mouth. "Listen to me ramble. My Doctorate capstone was on incremental improvements made to the EROS system over the last few years, so I can get a bit carried away. If you would like to answer, $Zero?" *Were you surprised to be selected as Wetware?* That had been the question. (set: $KasaScore to it + 1) [["Yes, I never thought I would actually be picked."->NeverEx]] [["No, I always knew I was special."->NoSpec]] [["No, I always knew I was... different."->NoDiff]] [[Shake your head no.->NoSilent]]

You have the student's undivided attention. As members of the Academy, they're the city's best and brightest, a mixture of young men and women that would become the next generation of soldiers, scientists, and engineers. Undoubtedly some of them would be working at the Bastion itself, and thus with Wetware much like yourself. Your response seems expected, distinctly submissive. To both the city and its citizens, your service was presented as a right they enjoyed. "Who would like to ask a question?" Kasa's inquiry prompts nearly all of them to raise their hands, a girl seated furthest from the front of the room nearly jumping out of her seat. The Doctor chooses another, however, a young man near the front. He clears his throat, leaning forward. "We all went through Screening, where they run the usual tests for Wetware, but were you surprised by the result?" Remembering-- that was always difficult for you, but what he was referencing came before your strict regimen of mind flashes, and that did help matters. Doctor Kasa however spoke up first. "I can speak to part of that, at least, as an assigned care-giver for $Zero. Like all of you, she went through the standard screening process upon reaching the age of majority. The results are compared with existing observations, and a battery of conclusions are drawn." Talk of statistics seems to really energize the Doctor as she continues. "Like all Wetware, $Zero scored exceptionally high in mental acuity and malleability. To put it succinctly, she is brilliant, and with a mind capable of direct interfacing, an extremely difficult and demanding process. The second component is mental outlook and suggestive lean, a registrar of a subject's tendency towards dominance or submission. The SUBM system. Obviously $Zero scored high as a submissive." Kasa smiled, so thoroughly lost in talk of tests and figures she strode boldly into topics that usually seemed to give her pause. "The final component of the process is, of course, the Erotic Response Overall Screening. *EROS*, which measures capacity for sexual stimulation, sexual limits, arousal arcs, sensory stability, and related fertility. If you would turn your attention to the screen..." <img alt="PlayerID1" src="images/reg/PlayerID1.png"/> She had flicked on a new projected image, that of your identification card. "Wetware $Zero has AAA ranks in both the EROS and SUBM rankings, the highest possible. In the Hotlabs we call that a Six-A ranking, and $Zero is the only one in this Bastion with such results." With a start, the Doctor places a hand over my mouth. "Listen to me ramble. My Doctorate capstone was on incremental improvements made to the EROS system over the last few years, so I can get a bit carried away. If you would like to answer, $Zero?" *Were you surprised to be selected as Wetware?* That had been the question. (set: $KasaScore to it - 1) [["Yes, I never thought I would actually be picked."->NeverEx]] [["No, I always knew I was special."->NoSpec]] [["No, I always knew I was... different."->NoDiff]] [[Shake your head no.->NoSilent]]

You have the student's undivided attention. As members of the Academy, they're the city's best and brightest, a mixture of young men and women that would become the next generation of soldiers, scientists, and engineers. Undoubtedly some of them would be working at the Bastion itself, and thus with Wetware much like yourself. Your deeply submissive, nonverbal response seems to impress the students. Wetware were presented as such to the city and its citizens, but most believed your kind weren't *all* like that. You are, though. "Who would like to ask a question?" Kasa's inquiry prompts nearly all of them to raise their hands, a girl seated furthest from the front of the room nearly jumping out of her seat. The Doctor chooses another, however, a young man near the front. He clears his throat, leaning forward. "We all went through Screening, where they run the usual tests for Wetware, but were you surprised by the result?" Remembering-- that was always difficult for you, but what he was referencing came before your strict regimen of mind flashes, and that did help matters. Doctor Kasa however spoke up first. "I can speak to part of that, at least, as an assigned care-giver for $Zero. Like all of you, she went through the standard screening process upon reaching the age of majority. The results are compared with existing observations, and a battery of conclusions are drawn." Talk of statistics seems to really energize the Doctor as she continues. "Like all Wetware, $Zero scored exceptionally high in mental acuity and malleability. To put it succinctly, she is brilliant, and with a mind capable of direct interfacing, an extremely difficult and demanding process. The second component is mental outlook and suggestive lean, a registrar of a subject's tendency towards dominance or submission. The SUBM system. Obviously $Zero scored high as a submissive." Kasa smiled, so thoroughly lost in talk of tests and figures she strode boldly into topics that usually seemed to give her pause. "The final component of the process is, of course, the Erotic Response Overall Screening. *EROS*, which measures capacity for sexual stimulation, sexual limits, arousal arcs, sensory stability, and related fertility. If you would turn your attention to the screen..." <img alt="PlayerID1" src="images/reg/PlayerID1.png"/> She had flicked on a new projected image, that of your identification card. "Wetware $Zero has AAA ranks in both the EROS and SUBM rankings, the highest possible. In the Hotlabs we call that a Six-A ranking, and $Zero is the only one in this Bastion with such results." With a start, the Doctor places a hand over my mouth. "Listen to me ramble. My Doctorate capstone was on incremental improvements made to the EROS system over the last few years, so I can get a bit carried away. If you would like to answer, $Zero?" *Were you surprised to be selected as Wetware?* That had been the question. (set: $KasaQuiet to it +1) [["Yes, I never thought I would actually be picked."->NeverEx]] [["No, I always knew I was special."->NoSpec]] [["No, I always knew I was... different."->NoDiff]] [[Shake your head no.->NoSilent]]

Several of the students nod in response, clearly agreeing. Few *expected* they would be plucked from the student body and placed into the candidacy program. But you *had* been picked, and despite the nearly 90% burnout rate for prospective Wetware, you had proven capable of taking the mental and physical load, of adapting to the implants, of being the right temperament. That seems to be on the minds of the students as Kasa prompts for another question. She chooses a young woman, also near the front. "Does it bother you, wearing one of them shock collars?" <img alt="choker" src="images/gear/choker.jpg"/> "The correct terminology is the Discipline Choker," Kasa notes, fastidiously. "The primary use of which is... corrective shocks, *yes*, as part of the piloting process. But it also contains a full location and biomedical monitoring suite, to ensure we always know where the subject is, and how they are doing. The system is directly integrated with the Bastion and City's intranet, and the Instruments themselves." Only then did you get a chance to answer the question. *Did it bother you, wearing the Discipline Choker?* (set: $KasaScore to it + 1) [["Of course it bothers me, wearing the choker!"->ChokerBother]] [["It doesn't really bother me."->ChokerNeut]] [["Humans need to be able to punish me, I don't object."->ChokerSub]] [[Shake your head no, it doesn't bother you.->ChokerSilent]]

Your response seems to surprise the students. Incredulity, jealousy, disdain-- you read it across the different faces before you. Few *expected* they would be plucked from the student body and placed into the candidacy program. But you *had* been picked, and despite the nearly 90% burnout rate for prospective Wetware, you had proven capable of taking the mental and physical load, of adapting to the implants, of being the right temperament. That seems to be on the minds of the students as Kasa prompts for another question. She chooses a young woman, also near the front. "Does it bother you, wearing one of them shock collars?" <img alt="choker" src="images/gear/choker.jpg"/> "The correct terminology is the Discipline Choker," Kasa notes, fastidiously. "The primary use of which is... corrective shocks, *yes*, as part of the piloting process. But it also contains a full location and biomedical monitoring suite, to ensure we always know where the subject is, and how they are doing. The system is directly integrated with the Bastion and City's intranet, and the Instruments themselves." Only then did you get a chance to answer the question. *Did it bother you, wearing the Discipline Choker?* [["Of course it bothers me, wearing the choker!"->ChokerBother]] [["It doesn't really bother me."->ChokerNeut]] [["Humans need to be able to punish me, I don't object."->ChokerSub]] [[Shake your head no, it doesn't bother you.->ChokerSilent]]

Your response induces a few looks of sympathy, especially among the female students. Few *expected* they would be plucked from the student body and placed into the candidacy program. But you *had* been picked, and despite the nearly 90% burnout rate for prospective Wetware, you had proven capable of taking the mental and physical load, of adapting to the implants, of being the right temperament. That seems to be on the minds of the students as Kasa prompts for another question. She chooses a young woman, also near the front. "Does it bother you, wearing one of them shock collars?" <img alt="choker" src="images/gear/choker.jpg"/> "The correct terminology is the Discipline Choker," Kasa notes, fastidiously. "The primary use of which is... corrective shocks, *yes*, as part of the piloting process. But it also contains a full location and biomedical monitoring suite, to ensure we always know where the subject is, and how they are doing. The system is directly integrated with the Bastion and City's intranet, and the Instruments themselves." Only then did you get a chance to answer the question. *Did it bother you, wearing the Discipline Choker?* (set: $KasaScore to it - 1) [["Of course it bothers me, wearing the choker!"->ChokerBother]] [["It doesn't really bother me."->ChokerNeut]] [["Humans need to be able to punish me, I don't object."->ChokerSub]] [[Shake your head no, it doesn't bother you.->ChokerSilent]]

Your response is silent, words something that often came to you only with great effort. The students seem disappointed, they wanted to *hear* you, but your response does seem to surprise them at least. Few *expected* they would be plucked from the student body and placed into the candidacy program. But you *had* been picked, and despite the nearly 90% burnout rate for prospective Wetware, you had proven capable of taking the mental and physical load, of adapting to the implants, of being the right temperament. That seems to be on the minds of the students as Kasa prompts for another question. She chooses a young woman, also near the front. "Does it bother you, wearing one of them shock collars?" <img alt="choker" src="images/gear/choker.jpg"/> "The correct terminology is the Discipline Choker," Kasa notes, fastidiously. "The primary use of which is... corrective shocks, *yes*, as part of the piloting process. But it also contains a full location and biomedical monitoring suite, to ensure we always know where the subject is, and how they are doing. The system is directly integrated with the Bastion and City's intranet, and the Instruments themselves." Only then did you get a chance to answer the question. *Did it bother you, wearing the Discipline Choker?* (set: $KasaQuiet to it +1) [["Of course it bothers me, wearing the choker!"->ChokerBother]] [["It doesn't really bother me."->ChokerNeut]] [["Humans need to be able to punish me, I don't object."->ChokerSub]] [[Shake your head no, it doesn't bother you.->ChokerSilent]]

That causes a stir, the students talking animatedly for several seconds before Kasa regains control of the room. She does so with an empathetic glance your way, before she addresses those in the seats. "The Wetware program is constantly evolving, and I think $Zero is with me in the hope that soon we will evolve beyond the need for such... intrusive methods of control. How about we move on, umm... you there, what is your question? <img alt="fangirl1" src="images/npc/fangirl1.png"/> In her haste Doctor Kasa had selected the girl in the back, the one who had nearly lost her seat in her attempt to be picked for the first question. This time she actually *does* use it, standing up to plant both hands on the conference table, messy silvered hair framing eyes wide with interest. "My name is Vera," she says, though no one had ask. "And I wanted to ask $Zero about what she's wearing? (if: $Outfit is 1)[Why did you put her in an Academy uniform? She should be in a wetsuit, its better, right?!"](else:)[Sometimes I see pictures or vids of $Zero and $Two in Academy uniforms, why do you put them in that? They should be in their wetsuits, like $Zero is now, its totally better!"] Kasa steps forward, shaking her head. "Ms. Vera, was it? Maintaining mental stability is an important part of the Wetware program, and allowing some degree of normalcy helps maintain that. Someone like $Zero may have... a low humanity grading, yes, but she *is* still human. That said, unless their latent Dissonance levels grow too high... if they start having Dissonant Episodes, for example, we let them choose their outfits. Some, like $Five(if: $Outfit is 2)[ and $Zero here], prefer their wetsuits. High sensory sensitivity is a common symptom of mind flashing and being slotted in, over time. The rubber helps with too." "That said," the Doctor concludes, "if she had not been selected as wetware, $Zero would most certainly have been an Academy level student. Thus we think it appropriate she be allowed the uniform, when off direct duty. I realize I sort of answered the question for you, but is there anything you would like to add, $Zero?" (set: $KasaScore to it +1) (if: $Outfit is 1)[[["Yeah, I wear what I want!"->Q3Agg]]](else:)[[["Just because I'm wearing my wetsuit doesn't mean I have to, yeah!"->Q3Agg]]] [["My caretakers know what is best.->Q3Med]] (if: $Outfit is 1)[[["I... hate this uniform, its so scratchy."->Q3Sub]]](else:)[[["I shouldn't be allowed to wear anything but rubber."->Q3Sub]]] [[Shake your head. No.->Q3Silent]]

That seems to be about what the students expected-- wetware weren't supposed to worry about such things, just do as they were told. Only Kasa seems to disagree, as she speaks up. "The Wetware program is constantly evolving, and I hope that soon we will evolve beyond the need for such... intrusive methods of control. How about we move on, umm... you there, what is your question? <img alt="fangirl1" src="images/npc/fangirl1.png"/> In her efforts to be fair Doctor Kasa had selected the girl in the back, the one who had nearly lost her seat in her attempt to be picked for the first question. This time she actually *does* use it, standing up to plant both hands on the conference table, messy silvered hair framing eyes wide with interest. "My name is Vera," she says, though no one had ask. "And I wanted to ask $Zero about what she's wearing? (if: $Outfit is 1)[Why did you put her in an Academy uniform? She should be in a wetsuit, its better, right?!"](else:)[Sometimes I see pictures or vids of $Zero and $Two in Academy uniforms, why do you put them in that? They should be in their wetsuits, like $Zero is now, its totally better!"] Kasa steps forward, shaking her head. "Ms. Vera, was it? Maintaining mental stability is an important part of the Wetware program, and allowing some degree of normalcy helps maintain that. Someone like $Zero may have... a low humanity grading, yes, but she *is* still human. That said, unless their latent Dissonance levels grow too high... if they start having Dissonant Episodes, for example, we let them choose their outfits. Some, like $Five(if: $Outfit is 2)[ and $Zero here], prefer their wetsuits. High sensory sensitivity is a common symptom of mind flashing and being slotted in, over time. The rubber helps with too." "That said," the Doctor concludes, "if she had not been selected as wetware, $Zero would most certainly have been an Academy level student. Thus we think it appropriate she be allowed the uniform, when off direct duty. I realize I sort of answered the question for you, but is there anything you would like to add, $Zero?" (if: $Outfit is 1)[[["Yeah, I wear what I want!"->Q3Agg]]](else:)[[["Just because I'm wearing my wetsuit doesn't mean I have to, yeah!"->Q3Agg]]] [["My caretakers know what is best.->Q3Med]] (if: $Outfit is 1)[[["I... hate this uniform, its so scratchy."->Q3Sub]]](else:)[[["I shouldn't be allowed to wear anything but rubber."->Q3Sub]]] [[Shake your head. No.->Q3Silent]]

That causes a stir, the students talking animatedly about your submission, your *need* for discipline, for several seconds before Kasa regains control of the room. She does so with an empathetic glance your way, before she addresses those in the seats. "The Wetware program is constantly evolving, and I hope that soon we will evolve beyond the need for such... intrusive methods of control. How about we move on, umm... you there, what is your question? <img alt="fangirl1" src="images/npc/fangirl1.png"/> In her efforts to be fair Doctor Kasa had selected the girl in the back, the one who had nearly lost her seat in her attempt to be picked for the first question. This time she actually *does* use it, standing up to plant both hands on the conference table, messy silvered hair framing eyes wide with interest. "My name is Vera," she says, though no one had ask. "And I wanted to ask $Zero about what she's wearing? (if: $Outfit is 1)[Why did you put her in an Academy uniform? She should be in a wetsuit, its better, right?!"](else:)[Sometimes I see pictures or vids of $Zero and $Two in Academy uniforms, why do you put them in that? They should be in their wetsuits, like $Zero is now, its totally better!"] Kasa steps forward, shaking her head. "Ms. Vera, was it? Maintaining mental stability is an important part of the Wetware program, and allowing some degree of normalcy helps maintain that. Someone like $Zero may have... a low humanity grading, yes, but she *is* still human. That said, unless their latent Dissonance levels grow too high... if they start having Dissonant Episodes, for example, we let them choose their outfits. Some, like $Five(if: $Outfit is 2)[ and $Zero here], prefer their wetsuits. High sensory sensitivity is a common symptom of mind flashing and being slotted in, over time. The rubber helps with too." "That said," the Doctor concludes, "if she had not been selected as wetware, $Zero would most certainly have been an Academy level student. Thus we think it appropriate she be allowed the uniform, when off direct duty. I realize I sort of answered the question for you, but is there anything you would like to add, $Zero?" (set: $KasaScore to it - 1) (if: $Outfit is 1)[[["Yeah, I wear what I want!"->Q3Agg]]](else:)[[["Just because I'm wearing my wetsuit doesn't mean I have to, yeah!"->Q3Agg]]] [["My caretakers know what is best.->Q3Med]] (if: $Outfit is 1)[[["I... hate this uniform, its so scratchy."->Q3Sub]]](else:)[[["I shouldn't be allowed to wear anything but rubber."->Q3Sub]]] [[Shake your head. No.->Q3Silent]]

That seems to be about what the students expected-- wetware weren't supposed to worry about such things, just do as they were told. Only Kasa seems to disagree, as she speaks up. "The Wetware program is constantly evolving, and I hope that soon we will evolve beyond the need for such... intrusive methods of control. How about we move on, umm... you there, what is your question? <img alt="fangirl1" src="images/npc/fangirl1.png"/> In her efforts to be fair Doctor Kasa had selected the girl in the back, the one who had nearly lost her seat in her attempt to be picked for the first question. This time she actually *does* use it, standing up to plant both hands on the conference table, messy silvered hair framing eyes wide with interest. "My name is Vera," she says, though no one had ask. "And I wanted to ask $Zero about what she's wearing? (if: $Outfit is 1)[Why did you put her in an Academy uniform? She should be in a wetsuit, its better, right?!"](else:)[Sometimes I see pictures or vids of $Zero and $Two in Academy uniforms, why do you put them in that? They should be in their wetsuits, like $Zero is now, its totally better!"] Kasa steps forward, shaking her head. "Ms. Vera, was it? Maintaining mental stability is an important part of the Wetware program, and allowing some degree of normalcy helps maintain that. Someone like $Zero may have... a low humanity grading, yes, but she *is* still human. That said, unless their latent Dissonance levels grow too high... if they start having Dissonant Episodes, for example, we let them choose their outfits. Some, like $Five(if: $Outfit is 2)[ and $Zero here], prefer their wetsuits. High sensory sensitivity is a common symptom of mind flashing and being slotted in, over time. The rubber helps with too." "That said," the Doctor concludes, "if she had not been selected as wetware, $Zero would most certainly have been an Academy level student. Thus we think it appropriate she be allowed the uniform, when off direct duty. I realize I sort of answered the question for you, but is there anything you would like to add, $Zero?" (set: $KasaQuiet to it +1) (if: $Outfit is 1)[[["Yeah, I wear what I want!"->Q3Agg]]](else:)[[["Just because I'm wearing my wetsuit doesn't mean I have to, yeah!"->Q3Agg]]] [["My caretakers know what is best.->Q3Med]] (if: $Outfit is 1)[[["I... hate this uniform, its so scratchy."->Q3Sub]]](else:)[[["I shouldn't be allowed to wear anything but rubber."->Q3Sub]]] [[Shake your head. No.->Q3Silent]]

The outburst causes several of the students to look at you with newfound respect, while others seem simply surprised. A few are confused-- (if: $Outfit is 1)[Kasa had made it clear your choices were limited, you did *not* wear *whatever* you wanted.](else:)[If you had the choice, why *were* you wearing the wetsuit?] Either way, Kasa moves on, selecting another young man about halfway up the table. "Have you met other wetware?" "Of course she has, $Two and--" That had been another student, before the first cut her off. "I meant those in other frontier cities!" "Students," Kasa interceded, before the arguing escalated. "Allow me to clarify the question for $Zero, hmm? Of course she has met Wetware $Two and $Five, they work and live together as this Bastion and City's protectors. However... as you may know, it is the policy of the Wetware Program to never place a wetware in the city of their birth." You knew that to be true, but struggle to recall details. That was from before the mind flashes had started, but your time as... a *person* had been heavily targeted in the flashing process. You remember your first time putting on a wetsuit better than most of your childhood. Luckily Kasa is there. "Wetware $Zero is from City #2, to the far west. A more arid region. Anyway, she would have been too young to meet the Bastion #2's wetware, but she might very well have known about them. About two decades ago they had five, though my understanding is there are four now." A heavy rumble of thunder interrupts, passing through even the reinforced structure that was the Bastion. Doctor Kasa smiles. "Quite the storm on approach, straight out of the Exclusion Zone, I'm told. Those are rare. Anyway, anything to add, $Zero?" (set: $KasaScore to it + 1) [["Wetware are rare, and we do a lot for this city!"->Q4Agg]] [["No, you covered it, Doctor Kasa."->Q4Neut]] [["I wish there were more capable of serving like me."->Q4Sub]] [[Remain silent.->Q4Silent]]

The students seem to agree with that. The isolation of the Bastion compared to the rest of the city, and its staffing with the best scientists and engineers in the city, ensured few questioned the methods used. Kasa moves on, selecting another young man about halfway up the table. "Have you met other wetware?" "Of course she has, $Two and--" That had been another student, before the first cut her off. "I meant those in other frontier cities!" "Students," Kasa interceded, before the arguing escalated. "Allow me to clarify the question for $Zero, hmm? Of course she has met Wetware $Two and $Five, they work and live together as this Bastion and City's protectors. However... as you may know, it is the policy of the Wetware Program to never place a wetware in the city of their birth." You knew that to be true, but struggle to recall details. That was from before the mind flashes had started, but your time as... a *person* had been heavily targeted in the flashing process. You remember your first time putting on a wetsuit better than most of your childhood. Luckily Kasa is there. "Wetware $Zero is from City #2, to the far west. A more arid region. Anyway, she would have been too young to meet the Bastion #2's wetware, but she might very well have known about them. About two decades ago they had five, though my understanding is there are four now." A heavy rumble of thunder interrupts, passing through even the reinforced structure that was the Bastion. Doctor Kasa smiles. "Quite the storm on approach, straight out of the Exclusion Zone, I'm told. Those are rare. Anyway, anything to add, $Zero?" [["Wetware are rare, and we do a lot for this city!"->Q4Agg]] [["No, you covered it, Doctor Kasa."->Q4Neut]] [["I wish there were more capable of serving like me."->Q4Sub]] [[Remain silent.->Q4Silent]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)["That would be the skin sensitivity," Kasa notes. "Sensory stimuli are often a problem, as we discussed earlier."](else:)["Retired wetware generally agree," Kasa notes. "Most of them wear rubber variants of more traditional clothing."] She moves on, selecting another young man about halfway up the table. "Have you met other wetware?" "Of course she has, $Two and--" That had been another student, before the first cut her off. "I meant those in other frontier cities!" "Students," Kasa interceded, before the arguing escalated. "Allow me to clarify the question for $Zero, hmm? Of course she has met Wetware $Two and $Five, they work and live together as this Bastion and City's protectors. However... as you may know, it is the policy of the Wetware Program to never place a wetware in the city of their birth." You knew that to be true, but struggle to recall details. That was from before the mind flashes had started, but your time as... a *person* had been heavily targeted in the flashing process. You remember your first time putting on a wetsuit better than most of your childhood. Luckily Kasa is there. "Wetware $Zero is from City #2, to the far west. A more arid region. Anyway, she would have been too young to meet the Bastion #2's wetware, but she might very well have known about them. About two decades ago they had five, though my understanding is there are four now." A heavy rumble of thunder interrupts, passing through even the reinforced structure that was the Bastion. Doctor Kasa smiles. "Quite the storm on approach, straight out of the Exclusion Zone, I'm told. Those are rare. Anyway, anything to add, $Zero?" (set: $KasaScore to it - 1) [["Wetware are rare, and we do a lot for this city!"->Q4Agg]] [["No, you covered it, Doctor Kasa."->Q4Neut]] [["I wish there were more capable of serving like me."->Q4Sub]] [[Remain silent.->Q4Silent]]

Your silence at least prompts a further note from Doctor Kasa. "While each wetware is different, a tendency towards being nonverbal isn't uncommon. The alternative is a boisterous nature, something our Wetware $Two could demonstrate." She moves on, selecting another young man about halfway up the table. "Have you met other wetware?" "Of course she has, $Two and--" That had been another student, before the first cut her off. "I meant those in other frontier cities!" "Students," Kasa interceded, before the arguing escalated. "Allow me to clarify the question for $Zero, hmm? Of course she has met Wetware $Two and $Five, they work and live together as this Bastion and City's protectors. However... as you may know, it is the policy of the Wetware Program to never place a wetware in the city of their birth." You knew that to be true, but struggle to recall details. That was from before the mind flashes had started, but your time as... a *person* had been heavily targeted in the flashing process. You remember your first time putting on a wetsuit better than most of your childhood. Luckily Kasa is there. "Wetware $Zero is from City #2, to the far west. A more arid region. Anyway, she would have been too young to meet the Bastion #2's wetware, but she might very well have known about them. About two decades ago they had five, though my understanding is there are four now." A heavy rumble of thunder interrupts, passing through even the reinforced structure that was the Bastion. Doctor Kasa smiles. "Quite the storm on approach, straight out of the Exclusion Zone, I'm told. Those are rare. Anyway, anything to add, $Zero?" (set: $KasaQuiet to it +1) [["Wetware are rare, and we do a lot for this city!"->Q4Agg]] [["No, you covered it, Doctor Kasa."->Q4Neut]] [["I wish there were more capable of serving like me."->Q4Sub]] [[Remain silent.->Q4Silent]]

<img alt="fangirl2" src="images/npc/fangirl2.png"/> This time the girl in the back, Vera, doesn't wait to be called on. Standing up once again, she looks you straight in the eye, then licks her lips. "Does it feel good to be slotted in, helpless, and feel the dildos fucking you?" Half the assembled gasped or blushed, the other half laughed. The girl remained steadfast, staring you down, *intensely* interested. Until Doctor Kasa stepped in front of you, however. "T-They are not... *dildos*, the stimulatory apparatus are... regardless, that is most inappropriate Ms. Vera! Such efforts are the only way of counteracting levels of Dissonance exposure that would break the minds of..." Kasa took a deep breath, her hands up, fingertips collected over the bridge of her nose. Bringing her arms down, she clears the air. "You do not need to answer that, $Zero." *But you could.* (set: $KasaScore to it + 1) [["That was a stupid question."->Q5Agg]] [["I'm not gonna answer that."->Q5Neut]] [["You have no idea how... GOOD it feels."->Q5Sub]] [[Remain silent.->Q5Silent]] [[Just thinking of it... makes you moan.->Q5SuperSub]]

<img alt="fangirl2" src="images/npc/fangirl2.png"/> This time the girl in the back, Vera, doesn't wait to be called on. Standing up once again, she looks you straight in the eye, then licks her lips. "Does it feel good to be slotted in, helpless, and feel the dildos fucking you?" Half the assembled gasped or blushed, the other half laughed. The girl remained steadfast, staring you down, *intensely* interested. Until Doctor Kasa stepped in front of you, however. "T-They are not... *dildos*, the stimulatory apparatus are... regardless, that is most inappropriate Ms. Vera! Such efforts are the only way of counteracting levels of Dissonance exposure that would break the minds of..." Kasa took a deep breath, her hands up, fingertips collected over the bridge of her nose. Bringing her arms down, she clears the air. "You do not need to answer that, $Zero." *But you could.* [["That was a stupid question."->Q5Agg]] [["I'm not gonna answer that."->Q5Neut]] [["You have no idea how... GOOD it feels."->Q5Sub]] [[Remain silent.->Q5Silent]] [[Just thinking of it... makes you moan.->Q5SuperSub]]

<img alt="fangirl2" src="images/npc/fangirl2.png"/> This time the girl in the back, Vera, doesn't wait to be called on. Standing up once again, she looks you straight in the eye, then licks her lips. "Does it feel good to be slotted in, helpless, and feel the dildos fucking you?" Half the assembled gasped or blushed, the other half laughed. The girl remained steadfast, staring you down, *intensely* interested. Until Doctor Kasa stepped in front of you, however. "T-They are not... *dildos*, the stimulatory apparatus are... regardless, that is most inappropriate Ms. Vera! Such efforts are the only way of counteracting levels of Dissonance exposure that would break the minds of..." Kasa took a deep breath, her hands up, fingertips collected over the bridge of her nose. Bringing her arms down, she clears the air. "You do not need to answer that, $Zero." *But you could.* (set: $KasaScore to it - 1) [["That was a stupid question."->Q5Agg]] [["I'm not gonna answer that."->Q5Neut]] [["You have no idea how... GOOD it feels."->Q5Sub]] [[Remain silent.->Q5Silent]] [[Just thinking of it... makes you moan.->Q5SuperSub]]

<img alt="fangirl2" src="images/npc/fangirl2.png"/> This time the girl in the back, Vera, doesn't wait to be called on. Standing up once again, she looks you straight in the eye, then licks her lips. "Does it feel good to be slotted in, helpless, and feel the dildos fucking you?" Half the assembled gasped or blushed, the other half laughed. The girl remained steadfast, staring you down, *intensely* interested. Until Doctor Kasa stepped in front of you, however. "T-They are not... *dildos*, the stimulatory apparatus are... regardless, that is most inappropriate Ms. Vera! Such efforts are the only way of counteracting levels of Dissonance exposure that would break the minds of..." Kasa took a deep breath, her hands up, fingertips collected over the bridge of her nose. Bringing her arms down, she clears the air. "You do not need to answer that, $Zero." *But you could.* (set: $KasaQuiet to it +1) [["That was a stupid question."->Q5Agg]] [["I'm not gonna answer that."->Q5Neut]] [["You have no idea how... GOOD it feels."->Q5Sub]] [[Remain silent.->Q5Silent]] [[Just thinking of it... makes you moan.->Q5SuperSub]]

Doctor Kasa nods, still a bit indigent her pure science had been intruded upon by something so sensational. "Very much agreed. I think we will end things here. Students, prepare for the walking portion of your tour soon. One of my colleagues will be along shortly to lead you onward. $Zero, if you would follow me?" (set: $KasaScore to it +1) [[She leads you outside the room.->KasaQEnd]]

Doctor Kasa nods, still a bit indigent her pure science had been intruded upon by something so sensational. "Good idea, $Zero. I think we will end things here. Students, prepare for the walking portion of your tour soon. One of my colleagues will be along shortly to lead you onward. $Zero, if you would follow me?" [[She leads you outside the room.->KasaQEnd]]

Doctor Kasa turns around, her cheeks red, eyes wide. It takes her a moment to collect herself, and a moment before the murmuring from the students beyond to calm. That had *enthused* them, with Vera in particular looking on with the look of an unabashed fangirl, but Kasa rains on the proverbial parade. "I think we will end things there! Students, prepare for the walking portion of your tour soon. One of my colleagues will be along shortly to lead you onward. $Zero, if you would follow me?" (set: $KasaScore to it - 1) [[She leads you outside the room.->KasaQEnd]]

Doctor Kasa nods, still a bit indigent her pure science had been intruded upon by something so sensational. "Good idea, $Zero. No reason to address that. I think we will end things here. Students, prepare for the walking portion of your tour soon. One of my colleagues will be along shortly to lead you onward. $Zero, if you would follow me?" (set: $KasaQuiet to it +1) [[She leads you outside the room.->KasaQEnd]]

<img alt="kasa" src="images/npc/kasa.png"/> (if: $KasaIntro is 1)[Doctor Kasa remains where you had seen her last, writing intently on the small clipboard she held before her. Noting your approach she perks up, that warm smile that was her trademark crossing her features. "$Zero! Hello again. Did you... perhaps reconsider talking to my students? It won't take long, I promise, and I'll sweeten the deal with that food stand voucher. How about it? [["Yes, I'll do it."->YesQA]] [["Actually... no, nevermind."->NoQA2]]](else:)[Since your time with Doctor Kasa in the conference room, answering questions, she appears to have moved on. The conference room itself is empty, and the Doctor herself is nowhere to be seen. [[There is nothing for you to do here anymore.->VizHub]]]

(if: $KasaScore > 0)[<img alt="kasa" src="images/npc/kasa.png"/> Through the glass windows you see the students collecting their papers and bags, but its the uniformed Doctor standing before you that speaks. "Thank you again for participating, $Zero. I think the students learned much from the experience, and I'm certain they enjoyed meeting you in person. That Miss Vera, perhaps a little too much... I know she applied for an internship with the Wetware program here, as a technician. Anyway!" She claps her hands together. (if: $KasaScore > 3)[It is my duty to write a report on any extended interaction I have with wetware, $Zero. I'll let you know that I intend to note how very... outgoing you were, and how healthy I think that sort of mindset is. You're a free spirit, despite everything, and I hope that does not change.](else:)[It is my duty to write a report on any extended interaction I have with wetware, $Zero. I'll let you know that I intend to note how very... professional you were, for lack of a better term. I was impressed by your ability to answer questions succinctly, along the lines expected of you as wetware. But you are allowed self-expression, and I hope you would embrace that in the future!]"](else:)[<img alt="kasa4" src="images/npc/kasa4.png"/> Through the glass windows you see the students collecting their papers and bags, but its the uniformed Doctor standing before you that speaks. "That was... and interesting experience, $Zero. I think the students learned much from it, and I'm certain they enjoyed meeting you in person. That Miss Vera, perhaps a little too much... I know she applied for an internship with the Wetware program here, as a technician. Anyway!" (if: $KasaScore < -3)[It is my duty to write a report on any extended interaction I have with wetware, $Zero. I'll let you know that I intend to note how very... submissive you were. Docile, desirous of restraint... that is proper, but... you don't *have* to just be an Instrument component, $Zero. You're a brilliant young woman, and I just want you to know that.](else:)[It is my duty to write a report on any extended interaction I have with wetware, $Zero. I'll let you know that I intend to note how very... professional you were, for lack of a better term. I was impressed by your ability to answer questions succinctly, along the lines expected of you as wetware. But you are allowed self-expression, and I hope you would embrace that in the future!]"] (if: $KasaQuiet > 2)[Kasa pauses, then purses her lips. "I will also be documenting your tendency towards being... nonverbal. That's not a count against you, $Zero, simply an observation. Each girl takes different to her role as Wetware, and the duties required of such a role. I'm not judging."](else:)[Kasa pauses, then smiles further. "Thank you again."] A hand on your back and Doctor Kasa turns you back towards the Visitor area plaza. "I don't want to take up anymore of your time off duty, $Zero. Go, and don't forget about that food voucher. You deserve it! Get something nice on me, alright?" She smiles once more as you begin to move down the hallway. [[An interesting experience.->VizHub]]

<img alt="contambay" src="images/set/contambay.png"/> (if: $Outfit is 1)[You stand with your nose almost pressed to the glass, surrounded by visitors to the Bastion-- and a handful of assigned personnel. All of them seem oblivious to the fact that you're the wetware to the great machine submerged in decontamination fluid before you. (color: orange)[UNIT 00] is stenciled in tall letters on its shoulder, while (color: red)[UNIT 02] and (color: red + white)[UNIT 05] are deeper in the Bay. Interestingly, (color: red)[UNIT 02]'s bay is drained. They usually only did that if expecting a deployment.](else:)[You stand in the cavernous Bay itself, a leash snapped to your collar ensuring you could not go far. The Officer that held it is wearing a breathing mask. You had not been offered one, but don't need it either-- you are well accustomed to the acrid scent of the decontamination fluid. Only Handlers shared that little quirk. Being inside separates you from the crowd at the window, larger now that you had made an appearance, but they seem so inconsequential compared to the great machine submerged before you. (color: orange)[UNIT 00] is stenciled in tall letters on its shoulder, while (color: red)[UNIT 02] and (color: red + white)[UNIT 05] are deeper in the Bay. Interestingly, (color: red)[UNIT 02]'s bay is drained. They usually only did that if expecting a deployment.] [[Examine your Instrument's status.->InnyStatus]] [[Examine your Instrument's armament.->InnyWeapons]] [[Examine the wetware slot.->InnySlot]] [[Examine the world map on the wall.->InnyMap]] (if: $Outfit is 1)[[[Listen to the crowd around you.->InnyCrowd]]](else:)[[[Kneel down, and touch the Decontamination fluid.->InnyDecon]]] (if: $Outfit is 1)[[[Step away from the window, and head back.->DeconReturn]]](else:)[[["You can take me back, Officer."->DeconReturn]]]

<img alt="contambay" src="images/set/contambay.png"/> Your eyes skirt over the 250 foot tall machine, or at least that which emerged from the decontamination fluid where it knelt. It is a bit strange to look at it from the outside, while you have seen the world *through* its eyes. Without that power you lacked the myriad of diagnostics that would have given you detailed reports, but it doesn't take a wetware to see that the damage you had sustained in your last mission had been mostly repaired. Puncture marks in the armor have been filled in and painted over, internals ripped apart by Dissonant claws replaced, the bile of concentrated Dissonance itself washed off, dissolved by the pool itself or technicians spraying out each and every individual crevice. The heavy cables plugged into the chest indicated your Instrument was being charged as well. You knew large capacitor batteries were within the chest, but the technology itself was classified far above the rights of mere wetware. Monitoring and control systems were your concern, not how they were made, or how they could fit inside a space that also included your containment slot, armor, missile systems, and a dozen other things. Whatever the nature of the power storage, you're thankful for it-- a nuclear reactor would have been far too dangerous, gas or steam too bulky. Capacitor batteries had been one of the breakthroughs that had allowed for the creation of the first Instruments, during the dark days before the frontline stabilized, before the Exclusion Zone's boundaries had been mapped. [[A technological marvel.->ContamBayHub]]

<img alt="sword" src="images/gear/sword.png"/> Kneeling, your Instrument's main weapon-- the sword-- was submerged, but that didn't matter much. "Active" weapons were included on each Instrument, you had missiles, $Two had her rifle-- but the sword remained the favored weapon. The reason was twofold: firstly, gunpowder and explosive components remained, if not rare, difficult to acquire within the perimeter formed by the ten bastion cities. They were still used when necessary, but outfitting several Instruments with weapons burning through such precious materials just wasn't practical. Secondly, while it had been decades now since their last sighting, the use of even heavier weaponry-- such as nuclear armaments, attracted the very same creatures that prevented aerial travel. *The Cacophony*. Thus the development of Instruments in the first place, or at least one of the primary reasons. A tank could fire a cannon, but it could not swing a blade, that required a vaguely humanoid design. And while the development of battery weapons like $Two's particle rifle or the capacitor rifles soldiers were often issued, the fact remained that humanity's influence towards the South extended only as far as the tip of an Instrument's blade. [[Perhaps that would change, as the years ticked by...->ContamBayHub]]

As always when docked, your Instrument knelt with its Wetware Slot opened, the incredibly thick armored slab that covered the space slid back. It was into that void that your restraint frame was lowered from the Hotlabs above, and it was deep in the center of the Instrument that the interfacing mechanisms awaited a glossy, restrained body to plug into. Like all fourth generation wetware, you had been augmented with the implants necessary to make the most of that direct interfacing. Earlier generations had experimented with increasingly complicated neural ports along the spine, but yours had been a total replacement, individual vertebrae swapped for improved metal versions, through which neural links could be interwoven and synced with your natural nervous system. It was often said the fourth generation had *reduced* spinal hardware, and while that wasn't true it certainly looked like it-- only the exterior ports were visible, into which an Instrument's neural jacks plugged. By comparison, your synthetic irises were much more obvious. Besides being *red*, bold colors being common and allowing for different subsystems, a closer examination could reveal the circuitry embedded in them. In the darkest of spaces they even glowed a bit, as a result. But all that work meant an Instrument had to be *tuned* to its wetware, adjusted by the finest of implements. That took time, and while cross-slotting wetware into an unprepared Instrument was possible, the experience was said to be painful-- and the sync rates left much to be desired. [[You may be the most important component in an Instrument, but you're still just a component.->ContamBayHub]]

<img alt="map1" src="images/reg/map1.png"/> Below Bastion Defence Force 8's logo, painted on the far wall, an oversize map is visible. You quickly spot your city, marked with Bastion Defence Force 8's symbol-- but it is merely one in a rough half-circle of Bastion Cities arrayed like a shield pointed towards the South. Beyond the safe perimeter your service maintained, an operational zone is marked, along with vague indications of corruptive Dissonance. Those were unlikely to be wholly accurate, Dissonance levels changed and shifted, but the basic gist was obvious: that area was not wholly safe. Beyond that was marked the Exclusion Zone, where matter and reality began to collapse upon itself. Resistant as you were to concentrated Dissonance, even in an Instrument you couldn't last long there. Each Bastion served the same purpose in service to the CORE however, the city *behind* the shield. A place without walls, or so they said. Where mankind looked to the stars, working towards a plan that would see the people you protected flourish, and not merely survive. Until that happened however, you and your fellow wetware remained the shield. Three active Instruments per city was considered a safe minimum, the average being four or five. It had been more in the past, but the Exclusion Zone had gotten quieter over the years, and the Instruments more advanced-- they could do more, but wetware capable of taking the neural and physical load had also grown rarer. A few other indicators on the map are unfamiliar to you, however. Four small "DRF" symbols are numbered, as well as a solitary oddity marked "Ichor Source". Perhaps you had been told what those meant in the past, such memories scoured away by your frequent flashing. [[You would be imprinted with them if they were important. Right?->ContamBayHub]]

<img alt="lean" src="images/player/lean.png"/> Turning your eyes from your Instrument, you glance about, listening to people who would have likely kept their distance had they recognized what you are. Most are tourists or visitors, as you had noted from afar. They came for a variety of purposes, but like pilgrims they came to the shrine-that-was at the center of the Bastion-- the reason for its existence. "I've seen them go marching out..." "It's so big!" "Look at the sword, down in the pool!" "Why are they draining (color: red)[Unit 02]?" "Do you think the Wetware are kept nearby?" A dozen different conversations, half heard questions, snippets of thought. You're used to the quiet of your quarters, the sensory deprivation of the Instrument itself. Hearing all those people, seeing them all, it's honestly... [[...a bit overwhelming.->CrowdOver]] [[...quite exciting!->CrowdExcite]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> Kneeling down, you feel your leash go taut, though think little of the fact it had been used on you in the first place-- anyone stationed at the Bastion was authorized to use such things on you. Instead you focus on the cool blue fluid that stretched out before you, a massive pool of decontaminate. The guard's breath mask kept him from smelling the metallic, copper-like scent that filled your every breath. For some reason it didn't bother you. The decontamination fluid was supposed to burn, like pool water with far too much chlorine, but you don't feel that either-- your wetsuit was made with such substances in mind, being sprayed down with such stuff was part of your post-mission process. It is, as you remembered, much like water. But there is something more there, an... *alienness* that somehow stood out to you. Somewhere, deep in your oft-flashed mind, you found yourself thinking it wasn't natural. Wasn't human. What did that mean? "Hey," the Officer watching you tugged on your leash. "That stuff isn't good for you." [[Remain silent. Think.->DeconSilent]] [["Who... makes this?"->DeconWhoMake]] [[Stand immediately. "Sorry, sir."->DeconSub]]

(if: $Outfit is 1)[<img alt="lean" src="images/player/lean.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/>] (if: $Outfit is 1)[Taking one step back, then two, your skirt swirls as you twist and head back the way you came. Behind you, the space you had vacated is filled by another gawking tourist. The Instruments played a song few could ignore, it seems.](else:)[The Officer answers with a tug on the leash, and you dutifully follow, back towards the airlock that led back into the Atrium. The guards ensure you're not overcome by the curious, but most of them had returned their attention to the Instruments in the Bay proper. They seem to play a song few could ignore. (set: $Leashed to false)] [[Indeed.->AtriumHub]]

<img alt="uni2" src="images/player/uni2.png"/> So many people, so many thoughts, so many *lives*. You close your eyes, crouch down, and try to push them all out. Why were they like this? They didn't know the purity that came with being slotted into an Instrument, alone yet connected to something so much bigger-- to be a mere piece in a greater machine. Each of these people were so intent on being something complete unto themselves, and it... *Ugh.* Teeth clenched, you force it all down even as you stand back up, finding peace in the effort-- if not the resolution. Perhaps it wasn't a good thing to linger here too long, you might get noticed after all. [[They are all so strange...->ContamBayHub]]

<img alt="frontuni" src="images/player/frontuni.png"/> You had been trained to be just one part in a greater machine, a component to be controlled by others. But the people around you, in their cacophony you find a tune you could hum if not understand-- the sense of being *complete*. Each a person unto themselves, with their own lives. How would it feel, to be such a thing? Why did it excite you, just a little bit? [[They are all so strange...->ContamBayHub]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> You try. You *really* do. But your mind had been scalded by a thousand flashes, each stripping away the very context and memories you needed for this sort of thing. The lingering, bothersome sense that you knew something *important* about that fluid remained, but it remained forever out of reach, denied to you. "Hey--" the Officer doesn't ask twice, a sharp pull on your leash forcing you to your feet. He's so much stronger than you are. "I told you not to do that. Are you done?" [[Are you?->ContamBayHub]]

<img alt="kneel" src="images/player/kneel.png"/> Your mind had been scalded by a thousand flashes, each stripping away the very context and memories you needed for this sort of thing. The Officer, however, had no such restraints, and after a squinted look does respond. "We mine it. Or drill for it, whatever. Its a natural antithesis to Dissonance, or so the Doctors say. I'm not an expert on it, but it works. Anyway, stand up, don't play in it." As you stand, you cannot help but wonder: how could something be both natural to this world, and inhuman? [[Questions, questions...->ContamBayHub]]

<img alt="fullbod" src="images/player/fullbod.png"/> The Officer seemed ready to force you back to your feet, but you comply, always the dutiful wetware. That seems to please him, though he only takes the opportunity to remove the slack from your leash that had allowed kneeling in the first place. You won't be subjected to the indignity of being yanked to your feet, but you won't remember anything new either. [[Choices, choices...->ContamBayHub]]

You continue down the hall, but barely make it two steps before the pattering of rain on the Bastion roof is interrupted by a *much* louder sound. ***BOOM!*** The entire structure shudders, and you with it. [[Then all hell breaks loose.->HotLabs3]]

<img alt="labred" src="images/set/labred.png"/> The lights along the hall flicker, then turn a harsh (color: red)[red]. That could only mean one thing. "(color: blue)[Proximity alert, danger level red! I repeat, proximity alert-- the storm was shielding them!]" The voice blares over the intercom, loud enough to hurt, but familiar nevertheless. $Artemis. But what was she saying? Danger level red meant a direct threat to the city, and proximity alerts were reserved for Dissonant Entities... in visual range of the outer defense walls. "(color: blue)[All hands to stations, all units to armories! Immediate launch of] (color: red)[Unit 02] (color: blue)[is authorized! Recovery, flashing, and deployment of] (color: cyan)[Unit 00] (color: blue)[and] (color: red + white)[Unit 05] (color: blue)[are authorized! Emergency plan Alpha is in effect!]" Your choker lights up, a bright (color: cyan)[cyan] that indicated you were being recalled. That meant they were looking for you, and $Artemis had said-- "There she is!" The voices came from behind, the soldiers who had saluted at your approach now rushing down the hall at you. [[Run away!->HotlabsRun]] [[Kneel, and submit for recovery.->HotlabsKneel]]

You don't get far. Wetware training may have included plenty of physical conditioning, but you weren't exactly expected to engage in *sprints* while slotted in. Simply put, the soldiers are much quicker, and the way forward suddenly much more difficult as the various side doors spring open, scientists and doctors running in nearly every direction. Not that any of that was needed-- they just shock you. The pain is strong enough that your muscles momentarily lock up, causing you to stumble. Strong hands catch you, the pair of soldiers directing your arms behind your back before you even realized what was happening. (if: $Outfit is 1)[Without your wetsuit they can't easily restrain you, and one is forced to keep a strict hand on your wrists.](else:)[Already wearing your wetsuit, they engage the wrist mag-locks, and just like that your arms are bound behind you.] "Wetware $Zero is in custody," one of them reports, a finger held to the earpiece he wore. "Where do you want her, ma'am? (if: $Outfit is 1)[She isn't in uniform, we can-- understood. Wipe Chamber."](else:)[She is already in uniform, I'm assuming-- yep, understood. Wipe Chamber."] He gestures to his partner, who slips a hand under one of your arms, the talker taking the other. (if: $Outfit is 1)[Both of them ensure you don't try to squirm away.](else:)[Neatly restrained, you can't do much to resist.] [["Hey, let me go!"->HLGo]] [["What's going on?"->HLWhat]] [[Remain silent.->HLSilent]]

You knew what to do. Even as the hallway explodes with activity, scientists and doctors emerging from every nearby door, you merely sink carefully to your knees and align your wrists behind your back. The soldiers come up quickly, (if: $Outfit is 1)[though without your wetsuit they can't easily restrain you, and one is forced to keep a strict hand on your wrists.](else:)[where since you are already wearing your wetsuit they engage the wrist mag-locks, and just like that your arms are bound behind you.] "Wetware $Zero is in custody," one of them reports, a finger held to the earpiece he wore. "Where do you want her, ma'am? (if: $Outfit is 1)[She isn't in uniform, we can-- understood. Wipe Chamber."](else:)[She is already in uniform, I'm assuming-- yep, understood. Wipe Chamber."] He gestures to his partner, who slips a hand under one of your arms, the talker taking the other. (if: $Outfit is 1)[Both of them ensure you don't try to squirm away.](else:)[Neatly restrained, you can't do much to resist.] [["Hey, let me go!"->HLGo]] [["What's going on?"->HLWhat]] [[Remain silent.->HLSilent]]

"No can do," the guard to your left replies. The one who had been talking via his earpiece. "Everyone assigned to this Bastion is required to take you into custody, with a recovery order out. We just got to you first." His partner nods. "And we don't have to go far." <img alt="celloutsidered" src="images/set/celloutsidered.png"/> He's not wrong. It's not long before they divert from the main hall into a side chamber, and a familiar one at that. Everything remains bathed in red, but the cells along the wall are the very same ones you were put into after a mind flashing. Which meant... "Wipe Chamber is just ahead," one of your rough escorts says out loud. [[Just before it, however, a familiar pair await.->HLTwo]]

"Hell if I know," the guard to your left replies. The one who had been talking via his earpiece. "Something in the storm I guess. Everyone assigned to this Bastion is required to take you into custody, with a recovery order out. We just got to you first." His partner nods. "And we don't have to go far." <img alt="celloutsidered" src="images/set/celloutsidered.png"/> He's not wrong. It's not long before they divert from the main hall into a side chamber, and a familiar one at that. Everything remains bathed in red, but the cells along the wall are the very same ones you were put into after a mind flashing. Which meant... "Wipe Chamber is just ahead," one of your rough escorts says out loud. [[Just before it, however, a familiar pair await.->HLTwo]]

You may have chosen silence, but the pair of soldiers banter intensely even as they march you forward. "I knew the Handlers were spooked, all three of 'em in on a low risk day? Doesn't make any sense." "Tell me about it," the quieter one says. "And if they're spooked, I'm spooked. Let's just get $Zero to the Chamber, its not far. <img alt="celloutsidered" src="images/set/celloutsidered.png"/> He's not wrong. It's not long before they divert from the main hall into a side chamber, and a familiar one at that. Everything remains bathed in red, but the cells along the wall are the very same ones you were put into after a mind flashing. Which meant... "Wipe Chamber is just ahead," one of your rough escorts says out loud. [[Just before it, however, a familiar pair await.->HLTwo]]

<img alt="2flashed" src="images/002/2flashed.png"/> $Two. The normally tempermental, boisterous wetware is on her knees just outside the door marked **Wipe Chamber**. Keen eyes so often looking for a challenge, for a *fight* instead stare blankly forward, half-lidded. Her Handler, Juno, stands protectively above her, gently pulling $Two's hair back before she slides a bright red ball between the kneeling girl's lips. $Two takes to it as if by instinct, uncaring as Juno begins tightening the straps. "She will be ready when I say she's ready," the Handler finally says, staring daggers at a nearby soldier. The laurels on this uniform suggest he was high ranking, some sort of general. "We can't rush the flash cooldown anymore than we have, the walls will need to hold until--" Juno noticed your approach with an approving nod, while $Two below drooled onto the floor. "$Artemis is already in there, programming for a flash. Get her in there." Your escorts grunt in unison, pulling you towards the Flash Chamber. [["Two, what's going on!?"->Ask2]] [[Dutifully let them drag you in.->HL4]]

<img alt="arty2" src="images/artemis/arty2.png"/> $Two doesn't respond, that blank stare utterly lost to the world as you pass by. "(color: blue)[She was close.]" That voice snapped your attention away from your fellow wetware, and to the woman who stood at the center of the circular room, her hand resting on a large device that terminated in a chair-like apparatus. $Artemis. While the technicians working behind and around her look harried, and the soldiers who had escorted you are panting, *she* remains an island of steadfast calm. A long grey coat is across her shoulders, but her arms are not in the sleeves, the one not on the machine planted against her hip. She looks you over carefully. "(color: blue)[$Zero, I wish we had time to address any number of things, but we do not. As of--]" She checks her watch. "(color: blue)[--six and a half minutes ago, a large group of Dissonant Entities emerged from a strong storm system that originated in the South. We believe they were intentionally using it as cover for their approach.]" The soldier to your left blanches. "C-Can they... do that?" $Artemis purses her lips. A sharp, commanding line. "(color: blue)[It suggests a level of coordination our enemy has not shown for many years. But that is a discussion for after the crisis. For now-- we need to repel the attack. The outer perimeter wall is holding for now, but if there is a Major Entity in that storm they will need assistance. We began precautionary mobilization of the wetware on standby, $Two, awhile ago. She will be deployed as soon as possible. You will support her at first opportunity, $Zero. And thus... we will need to perform a full, broadband flash on you.]" She turned her head, not so much looking at the chair beside her as indicating it with a gesture. *A cold fear rises in you, unbidden. Something primal screamed* **run**. [["I don't need to be flashed, really!"->ResistFlash]] [["Yes, ma'am."->AcceptFlash]]

<img alt="arty2" src="images/artemis/arty2.png"/> $Two would be lost to the flash for several more minutes at least, you knew that. Or perhaps you had simply already given yourself over to fate. Either way, the guards bring you into the chamber proper. "(color: blue)[She was close.]" That voice snapped your attention away from your fellow wetware, and to the woman who stood at the center of the circular room, her hand resting on a large device that terminated in a chair-like apparatus. $Artemis. While the technicians working behind and around her look harried, and the soldiers who had escorted you are panting, *she* remains an island of steadfast calm. A long grey coat is across her shoulders, but her arms are not in the sleeves, the one not on the machine planted against her hip. She looks you over carefully. "(color: blue)[$Zero, I wish we had time to address any number of things, but we do not. As of--]" She checks her watch. "(color: blue)[--six and a half minutes ago, a large group of Dissonant Entities emerged from a strong storm system that originated in the South. We believe they were intentionally using it as cover for their approach.]" The soldier to your left blanches. "C-Can they... do that?" $Artemis purses her lips. A sharp, commanding line. "(color: blue)[It suggests a level of coordination our enemy has not shown for many years. But that is a discussion for after the crisis. For now-- we need to repel the attack. The outer perimeter wall is holding for now, but if there is a Major Entity in that storm they will need assistance. We began precautionary mobilization of the wetware on standby, $Two, awhile ago. She will be deployed as soon as possible. You will support her at first opportunity, $Zero. And thus... we will need to perform a full, broadband flash on you.]" She turned her head, not so much looking at the chair beside her as indicating it with a gesture. *A cold fear rises in you, unbidden. Something primal screamed* **run**. [["I don't need to be flashed, really!"->ResistFlash]] [["Yes, ma'am."->AcceptFlash]]

<img alt="arty2" src="images/artemis/arty2.png"/> "(color: blue)[Yes you do.]" The way $Artemis says it, there is no room for argument. Nor does she give you the opportunity, as she directs your escorts with snapped fingers and a firm gesture. "(color: blue)[Strap her in.]" They are not cruel, but the guards use all their much greater strength to manhandle you into position. Turned around, you're pushed back onto the seat, then held there by one as the other begins locking the restraints in place. (if: $Outfit is 1)[The arms of the chair were designed with wetsuits in mind, they could interact with the mag-locks your piloting gear featured, but it also had more manual cuffs they use now, snapping them into place over your wrists.](else:)[Having undone your wrists cuffs, they align you with the armrests then reengage the mag-locks-- the chair was designed with wetsuits in mind.] A similar set is used to secure your ankles, then across your knees. "(color: blue)[Full array, we don't have time for specific targeting,]" you hear your Handler say off to the side, $Artemis directing the chamber's staff. Like all Handlers, she was an expert on this sort of thing. "(color: blue)[She's a good girl, she can take it. Gentlemen?]" Your guards had finished their work, and $Artemis dismisses them with a gesture. In their place, a pair of doctors approach. They (if: $Outfit is 1)[begin placing several monitoring leads upon your bare skin, sticky pads from which wires ran out to the greater machine.](else:)[immediately lock into place a monitoring wire into the port on your wetsuit designed for just that sort of thing.] They then turn their attention to the neural wreath, a framework that is pulled down over your head, straps tightening some portions, while others stood off about an inch. But its the hand on your chin that draws your attention, the touch gentle, yet strong. $Artemis. "(color: blue)[You will not remember any of this,]" she muses, "(color: blue)[but I say it every time, regardless. This is your purpose, $Zero, but I know it is not easy. You're very brave.]" She pushes up against your chin, and you lift it by instinct-- a movement that becomes enforced once the doctors ratchet the frame now secured around your head. Back and back, until you're looking at the ceiling. Once there, they flip down a component that encircles your eyes and crosses the bridge of your nose. [["I-I'm... scared."->FlashScared]] [["I can... I can do this."->FlashConf]] [["This is my purpose..."->FlashPurp]]

<img alt="arty2" src="images/artemis/arty2.png"/> "(color: blue)[Good girl.]" The way $Artemis says it, you're left questioning if you could ever have answered differently. She doesn't give you the opportunity, as she directs your escorts with snapped fingers and a firm gesture. "(color: blue)[Strap her in.]" They are not cruel, but the guards use all their much greater strength to manhandle you into position. Turned around, you're pushed back onto the seat, then held there by one as the other begins locking the restraints in place. (if: $Outfit is 1)[The arms of the chair were designed with wetsuits in mind, they could interact with the mag-locks your piloting gear featured, but it also had more manual cuffs they use now, snapping them into place over your wrists.](else:)[Having undone your wrists cuffs, they align you with the armrests then reengage the mag-locks-- the chair was designed with wetsuits in mind.] A similar set is used to secure your ankles, then across your knees. "(color: blue)[Full array, we don't have time for specific targeting,]" you hear your Handler say off to the side, $Artemis directing the chamber's staff. Like all Handlers, she was an expert on this sort of thing. "(color: blue)[She's a good girl, she can take it. Gentlemen?]" Your guards had finished their work, and $Artemis dismisses them with a gesture. In their place, a pair of doctors approach. They (if: $Outfit is 1)[begin placing several monitoring leads upon your bare skin, sticky pads from which wires ran out to the greater machine.](else:)[immediately lock into place a monitoring wire into the port on your wetsuit designed for just that sort of thing.] They then turn their attention to the neural wreath, a framework that is pulled down over your head, straps tightening some portions, while others stood off about an inch. But its the hand on your chin that draws your attention, the touch gentle, yet strong. $Artemis. "(color: blue)[You will not remember any of this,]" she muses, "(color: blue)[but I say it every time, regardless. This is your purpose, $Zero, but I know it is not easy. You're very brave.]" She pushes up against your chin, and you lift it by instinct-- a movement that becomes enforced once the doctors ratchet the frame now secured around your head. Back and back, until you're looking at the ceiling. Once there, they flip down a component that encircles your eyes and crosses the bridge of your nose. [["I-I'm... scared."->FlashScared]] [["I can... I can do this."->FlashConf]] [["This is my purpose..."->FlashPurp]]

<img alt="wiper" src="images/set/wiper.png"/> "(color: blue)[You have every right to be.]" (if: $Outfit is 1)[$Artemis' hand is on yours, a monitoring lead the barest of obstruction between skin-to-skin contact. Her touch is warm.](else:)[$Artemis' hand is on yours, her touch somewhat distant given the gloves your wetsuit integrated.] "(color: blue)[But you're a good girl, and you will do your very best. Of that I have no doubt.]" Behind you, a heavy *thunk* is followed the sonorous hum of a machine powering up. Through the chair you sense the barest hint of movement, as if a giant had roused behind you, spinning and spinning and spinning. Goosebumps prickle across your skin, and the doctors in view begin to leave the room. One remains, alongside $Artemis, who slides a pair of darkly tinted glasses on. Above and before you, lights begin to dance, a dazzling display. "Handler $Artemis, permission to proceed with the neural flashing of Wetware $Zero?" The Doctor's question is surprisingly loud to hear, the hum's intonations only having gotten louder. Nevertheless, your Handler's response is clear as day. "(color: blue)[Permission granted. Flash her.]" [[Flash.->Flash1]]

<img alt="wiper" src="images/set/wiper.png"/> "(color: blue)[Of course you can.]" (if: $Outfit is 1)[$Artemis' hand is on yours, a monitoring lead the barest of obstruction between skin-to-skin contact. Her touch is warm.](else:)[$Artemis' hand is on yours, her touch somewhat distant given the gloves your wetsuit integrated.] "(color: blue)[You're a good girl, and you will do your very best. Of that I have no doubt.]" Behind you, a heavy *thunk* is followed the sonorous hum of a machine powering up. Through the chair you sense the barest hint of movement, as if a giant had roused behind you, spinning and spinning and spinning. Goosebumps prickle across your skin, and the doctors in view begin to leave the room. One remains, alongside $Artemis, who slides a pair of darkly tinted glasses on. Above and before you, lights begin to dance, a dazzling display. "Handler $Artemis, permission to proceed with the neural flashing of Wetware $Zero?" The Doctor's question is surprisingly loud to hear, the hum's intonations only having gotten louder. Nevertheless, your Handler's response is clear as day. "(color: blue)[Permission granted. Flash her.]" [[Flash.->Flash1]]

<img alt="wiper" src="images/set/wiper.png"/> "(color: blue)[It is.]" (if: $Outfit is 1)[$Artemis' hand is on yours, a monitoring lead the barest of obstruction between skin-to-skin contact. Her touch is warm.](else:)[$Artemis' hand is on yours, her touch somewhat distant given the gloves your wetsuit integrated.] "(color: blue)[You're a good girl, and you will do your very best. Of that I have no doubt.]" Behind you, a heavy *thunk* is followed the sonorous hum of a machine powering up. Through the chair you sense the barest hint of movement, as if a giant had roused behind you, spinning and spinning and spinning. Goosebumps prickle across your skin, and the doctors in view begin to leave the room. One remains, alongside $Artemis, who slides a pair of darkly tinted glasses on. Above and before you, lights begin to dance, a dazzling display. "Handler $Artemis, permission to proceed with the neural flashing of Wetware $Zero?" The Doctor's question is surprisingly loud to hear, the hum's intonations only having gotten louder. Nevertheless, your Handler's response is clear as day. "(color: blue)[Permission granted. Flash her.]" [[Flash.->Flash1]]

<img alt="flashed" src="images/player/flashed.png"/> (color: black)[Everything goes white. {(live: 0.5s)[ (either: "You're drowning.", "You're free.", "You're bound.", "You're lost.", "You're found.")]}] (color: red)[**They're taking your mind.** *Why are you so keen to hold onto it?*] (color: black)[Questions without answers, thoughts without purpose. Memories, dreams, aspirations, fears-- ***all*** of it is wiped away in a flash of brilliant, pure white. You do not think. It would return, those thoughts. Like fresh sprouts emerging through the ash of a forest fire, they could not take everything from you-- not yet. But for that brief and glorious moment you are truly free of the world, lost to a bliss so pure and intoxicating you ***know*** it would prove addicting. Luckily you won't be remembering any of this.] [[You're not even aware of Artemis sliding a ball gag into place afterward.->Flash2]]

<img alt="turntable" src="images/reg/turntable.gif"/> The flash was singular in its totality, but just one of many you had endured. That you could not remember them was perhaps a mercy, but that bright white spot in your memories did make everything that followed difficult to perceive. Like your mind was wearing smeared glasses. (if: $Outfit is 1)[You remember being helped into your wetsuit.](else:)[You remember your wetsuit being checked over.] Then that terrible wait in the cell, listening to a record that drifted towards silence. That marked your readiness, though you get a sense-- and can't quite place why-- that $Artemis was moving as quickly as she could. Was that an emergency klaxon ringing? Why was it so quiet? Led up into the hotlabs, you're directed towards a rectangular framework. You were wearing a ballgag by that point, strictly secured-- had you always been, or merely forgotten the fleeting moment when it had been slipped between your teeth? (set: $Gagged to true) [[It didn't matter, not when you could not ask.->Round2]]

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<img alt="blowsuit" src="images/gear/blowsuit.png"/> Mint green gloves move about you, securing fresh restraints to your glossy body. A small, tight pouch over your hands, a sleeve of sturdy material that encapsulated your arms. Arms back, shoulder to shoulder, you recall the word *armbinder*. Straps to hold it in place, others to run down between your legs. And the inserts, of course. Two phalli, well lubed. It felt *good*. The catheter less so, the belts that follow solid middle ground. They enable your posture to be adjusted, no longer standing inside the frame but suspended at the center of it, your legs curled back secured into place. <img alt="curl" src="images/reg/curl.png"/> [[The posture is severe, yet... familiar. Comforting.->Round22]]

<img alt="mask" src="images/gear/mask.png"/> (set: $BlindFold to true) The last components are reserved for your head, a blindfold that covered your eyes, a mask that covered everything else. You harbor a vague sense of disliking the mask, but wonder at first why that was-- it was not altogether terrible. That changes once the doctors attach breathing tubes, vid-lines, and injection ports. <img alt="rebreather" src="images/gear/rebreather.png"/> Now each breath comes as a struggle, interrupted by a bubbler that forced you to inhale only with great effort. The attached rebreather retained some of every exhale, leaving you lightheaded as you fought for your next breath. Perhaps you might have panicked at that point, perhaps you were a seasoned pro-- it did no matter when the doctors did not trust you enough to find out. Instead they inject you with something that made you feel calm. At peace. Ready. And that was good, as they your frame descended into the slot of your instrument. Darkness greets you in the heart of the great machine, followed by... a flash of light. [[You look out through the eyes of Instrument 00.->Round23]]

<img alt="contambay" src="images/set/contambay.png"/> (set: $Suited to true)(set: $ArmorHide to false) (color: cyan)[WETWARE INSTALLED! Armor Tracking enabled.] "$A0 sync level at 25%... 35%... we really should--" The voice over your comm-line, one of the myriad technicians that supported your operations, is cut off by a far more familiar-- and authoritative-- voice. "(color: blue)[I understand the danger we are in, but I will not risk her on a poor sync. Keep the readouts coming.]" "65%... 75%... 85%... steady at 89%." You could feel it in a way those in the Bastion could never understand. Minutes before you had been a person inside a machine, but now-- with your spinal taps in and your sync rates normalized-- you are part of a greater whole. Wetware and Instrument, united in the performance of the song that was your purpose. An ***Aria.*** "(color: blue)[$A0 is ready for deployment, open the blast doors with all haste!]" There is alarm in your Handler's words, deep down, where only her wetware could hear it. Even so, she takes the time to check in with you as the restraining arms on your towering steel body begin to pull away. "(color: blue)[Are you ready, $Zero?]" You cannot speak, not with the gag in your mouth-- but your instincts operated the comm-line's text function without any effort on your part. (set: $Strike to 0)(set: $02Health to 3)(set: $SoldHealth to 3)(set: $AgHealth to 3)(set: $EntityHealth to 5) [[Think... "Yes ma'am. Aria 00 is operational."->R2Prof]] [[Think... "Get me out there, I'm definitely ready!"->R2Excite]] [[Think... "I am. This is my purpose."->R2Detached]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Yes ma'am. Aria 00 is operational.]] In the war room three dozen pairs of eyes settled on your projected words, half as many hands adjusting system controls, warning the units outside, ensuring the way forward was clear. But the only one that responds is your Handler. "(color: blue)[Good girl. Given the circumstances, we only have time for a truncated briefing.]" The source of the rush is revealed by the hanger doors opening ahead, immediately filling the cavernous hall with the sound of distance cannon-fire. It is dark and raining outside, but you see muzzle flashes in the distances. *Many* of them. "(color: blue)[The city is under attack. By utilizing the cover of a strong storm, a swarm of Dissonant Entities have approached the perimeter. After a skirmish at the perimeter wall they breached it, and the battle has now shifted to the agricultural ring between the perimeter and inner defensive wall.]" Data pours into your mind. An annotated map of the city and its surrounding environment. Troop deployments as scheduled for this evening, updated with those scrambled since the alarm. Defensive emplacement locations and statistical details. Agricultural yields. The geological data stands out, a large section directly under the agricultural ring censored from your view. "(color: blue)[Your primary objective is to stabilize the defensive situation, neutralize the Major Dissonant Entity that we believe is coordinating this attack, and drive whatever remains back outside the perimeter. Besides the indicated ground forces, $A2 has already been deployed and is assisting the inner wall defenses. $A5 is preparing for deployment as well, though that will take some time. Patching you into their feeds now.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Finally! Where have you been!? They're everywhere, and I've had to do everything my--]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] "Focus, $A2." That was Juno, $Two's handler. "Do not clog the line." (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Hey sis, I'll be along as soon as I can.]] [[Think... "Hold the line 02, I'm almost there."->2Holder]] [[Think... "Sounds like we will need your help, 05."->5Help]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Get me out there, I'm definitely ready!]] In the war room three dozen sets of eyes settled on your projected words, half as many hands adjusting system controls, warning the units outside, ensuring the way forward was clear. But the only one that responds is your Handler. "(color: blue)[There is a difference between panic and necessity, $Zero We engage only in the latter. Now, listen-- given the circumstances, we only have time for a truncated briefing.]" The source of the rush is revealed by the hanger doors opening ahead, immediately filling the cavernous hall with the sound of distance cannon-fire. It is dark and raining outside, but you see muzzle flashes in the distances. *Many* of them. "(color: blue)[The city is under attack. By utilizing the cover of a strong storm, a swarm of Dissonant Entities have approached the perimeter. After a skirmish at the perimeter wall they breached it, and the battle has now shifted to the agricultural ring between the perimeter and inner defensive wall.]" Data pours into your mind. An annotated map of the city and its surrounding environment. Troop deployments as scheduled for this evening, updated with those scrambled since the alarm. Defensive emplacement locations and statistical details. Agricultural yields. The geological data stands out, a large section directly under the agricultural ring censored from your view. "(color: blue)[Your primary objective is to stabilize the defensive situation, neutralize the Major Dissonant Entity that we believe is coordinating this attack, and drive whatever remains back outside the perimeter. Besides the indicated ground forces, $A2 has already been deployed and is assisting the inner wall defenses. $A5 is preparing for deployment as well, though that will take some time. Patching you into their feeds now.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Finally! Where have you been!? They're everywhere, and I've had to do everything my--]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] "Focus, $A2." That was Juno, $Two's handler. "Do not clog the line." (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Hey sis, I'll be along as soon as I can.]] [[Think... "Hold the line 02, I'm almost there."->2Holder]] [[Think... "Sounds like we will need your help, 05."->5Help]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: I am. This is my purpose.]] In the war room three dozen sets of eyes settled on your projected words, half as many hands adjusting system controls, warning the units outside, ensuring the way forward was clear. But the only one that responds is your Handler. "(color: blue)[It is. You have no other use, and it is good you remember that. Now listen-- given the circumstances, we only have time for a truncated briefing.]" The source of the rush is revealed by the hanger doors opening ahead, immediately filling the cavernous hall with the sound of distance cannon-fire. It is dark and raining outside, but you see muzzle flashes in the distances. *Many* of them. "(color: blue)[The city is under attack. By utilizing the cover of a strong storm, a swarm of Dissonant Entities have approached the perimeter. After a skirmish at the perimeter wall they breached it, and the battle has now shifted to the agricultural ring between the perimeter and inner defensive wall.]" Data pours into your mind. An annotated map of the city and its surrounding environment. Troop deployments as scheduled for this evening, updated with those scrambled since the alarm. Defensive emplacement locations and statistical details. Agricultural yields. The geological data stands out, a large section directly under the agricultural ring censored from your view. "(color: blue)[Your primary objective is to stabilize the defensive situation, neutralize the Major Dissonant Entity that we believe is coordinating this attack, and drive whatever remains back outside the perimeter. Besides the indicated ground forces, $A2 has already been deployed and is assisting the inner wall defenses. $A5 is preparing for deployment as well, though that will take some time. Patching you into their feeds now.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Finally! Where have you been!? They're everywhere, and I've had to do everything my--]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] "Focus, $A2." That was Juno, $Two's handler. "Do not clog the line." (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Hey sis, I'll be along as soon as I can.]] [[Think... "Hold the line 02, I'm almost there."->2Holder]] [[Think... "Sounds like we will need your help, 05."->5Help]]

<img alt="2smug" src="images/002/2smug.png"/> (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: I know, that's what I've been doing while you took your sweet time.]] You can almost imagine the smug little grin as $Two said that, her red-orange brows settling over eyes that radiated with superiority. Of course, she was no more capable of *actually* saying that then you were. Sealed inside her wetsuit, blindfolded and gagged, $Two was slotted into her Instrument too. A check of her Unit's diagnostics reveals her inserts were running hot too. Even as she thought those words, she had been getting fucked. *Hard.* As if waiting for just that thought, your own array cycles through a test configuration, the pair of phallic stim-dildos inserted inside you pulling out, then driving back in-- nice and deep. Somewhere in the depths of your instrument, a glossy white body arches its back just a bit further, but the moan it emits doesn't escape the steel all around. "(color: blue)[Confirm stimulator array readiness.]" $Artemis commands. [[Think... "Array active. Wetware 00 ready for stimulation."->ProfStim]] [[Think... "That feels so good, ma'am!"->BadStim]]

<img alt="05cool" src="images/005/05cool.png"/> (color: white + red)[(font: "courier new")[05: Nah, you girls got this. I'll just be clean-up duty I bet.]] You can almost imagine the confident half-smile as $Five said that, a gloved hand adjusting her glasses. Of course, she was no more capable of *actually* saying that then you were. Sealed inside her wetsuit, blindfolded and gagged, $Five was slotted into her Instrument too. A check of her Unit's diagnostics reveals she must have been put into place mere moments ago-- and that they were testing her inserts.* As if waiting for just that thought, your own array cycles through a test configuration, the pair of phallic stim-dildos inserted inside you pulling out, then driving back in-- nice and deep. Somewhere in the depths of your instrument, a glossy white body arches its back just a bit further, but the moan it emits doesn't escape the steel all around. "(color: blue)[Confirm stimulator array readiness.]" $Artemis commands. [[Think... "Array active. Wetware 00 ready for stimulation."->ProfStim]] [[Think... "That feels so good, ma'am!"->BadStim]]

<img alt="metal" src="images/player/metal.png"/> Your response is everything expected of wetware-- and nothing more. A further half-cycle of your stim array is your reward, the distant sensation of being penetrated by the machine utterly *wonderful.* "(color: blue)[You're cleared to approach the door.]" With a lurching sensation you pull yourself-- and thus hundreds of feet of servos and armor-- up from your kneeling position. Rivers of blue decontamination fluid run off your protective carapace as you shoulder shield and sword. Moving forward, $Artemis continues. "(color: blue)[There are two secondary objectives as well. The first is the preservation of human life, whenever possible. You are their shield, $A0. Do not forget that. The other secondary objective is unusual, but no less important-- you are to make every effort to protect the agricultural fields upon which you will be fighting. They are vital to the nutritional planning of the entire City.]" You come to a halt at the doors, which strangely haven't shifted since they first cracked open-- despite the sounds of intensive combat just outside. $Artemis chimes in again, as always prepared. "(color: blue)[The door is jammed, but it should be unstuck any moment now. I will provide a tactical plan for your initial engagement, prepare for--]" She cuts off suddenly as a priority message from $A2 comes in. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Major Entity sighted! I can get the drop on it, requesting fire support at coordinates 0.8511/9.2310. Immediate!]] Your synced mind crunches the data immediately, gauging relative positioning against the known location of artillery units outside. $Two's location was just out of their range, but not yours-- though only if you moved *now*. [[Rip the doors open, get 02 that fire support!->StartFire]] [[Hold position, Artemis' tactical plan is more important.->StartTac]]

<img alt="metal" src="images/player/metal.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] The shock starts at your throat, emanating from the choker, but travels smoothly down your spinal rig, then spreads out-- short, sharp, *painful.* "(color: blue)[Confirm status clearly next time, $Zero. You're cleared to approach the door.]" With a lurching sensation you pull yourself-- and thus hundreds of feet of servos and armor-- up from your kneeling position. Rivers of blue decontamination fluid run off your protective carapace as you shoulder shield and sword. Moving forward, $Artemis continues. "(color: blue)[There are two secondary objectives as well. The first is the preservation of human life, whenever possible. You are their shield, $A0. Do not forget that. The other secondary objective is unusual, but no less important-- you are to make every effort to protect the agricultural fields upon which you will be fighting. They are vital to the nutritional planning of the entire City.]" You come to a halt at the doors, which strangely haven't shifted since they first cracked open-- despite the sounds of intensive combat just outside. $Artemis chimes in again, as always prepared. "(color: blue)[The door is jammed, but it should be unstuck any moment now. I will provide a tactical plan for your initial engagement, prepare for--]" She cuts off suddenly as a priority message from $A2 comes in. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Major Entity sighted! I can get the drop on it, requesting fire support at coordinates 0.8511/9.2310. Immediate!]] Your synced mind crunches the data immediately, gauging relative positioning against the known location of artillery units outside. $Two's location was just out of their range, but not yours-- though only if you moved *now*. [[Rip the doors open, get 02 that fire support!->StartFire]] [[Hold position, Artemis' tactical plan is more important.->StartTac]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> Making a snap decision, you drive your sword into the gap between door and seal, and *wrench*. The horrific sound of steel against steel follows, before the jammed guide-rail snaps and the entire armored door slams open. Normally such rash action would have been rewarded with a shock, but $Artemis was keen enough to see what you were doing. That gives you the open to lean slightly back, adjusting the positioning of your shoulders as the missile guards slide open. You launch the barrage directly towards the coordinates $Two had provided. [[They arc into the storm...->StartFire2]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> You had been ordered to hold. $Two would have to make do. That she had failed in her attempt becomes clear moments later. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Where is that fire support? Damn it, pulling back!]] As she presumably does, your data feed floods with a fresh batch provided by $Artemis. She begins narrating the highlights just as the door before you starts to grind-- slowly-- open. "(color: blue)[The Ag-Ring directly surrounding the Bastion is an active battlefield. A poor choice by the enemy, lure them towards the Bastion proper for additional fire support. As to the current situation, $Two is attempting to track down and engage the Major Entity. Supporting defense units are increasingly saturated with swarming Entities as a result-- I would suggest you start by assisting them. The enemy has deployed several *spitters*, entities intended to spread Dissonance. It is likely they will target the field shortly, though their true objective remains unknown.]" With a final lurch, the door before you opens and you emerge. [[Parse the situation, fast as you can.->StartRound2]]

<img alt="sat" src="images/gear/sat.png"/> ...and come directly towards a hulking figure half-obscured by distance and think banks of rain. Yet you see it lurch, throwing itself to the side with surprising dexterity. Your rockets impact in a series of booms, missing the Major Entity-- but that was exactly what $Two had been waiting for. Bursting from her own position, you see a flash of red as she darts in, sword swinging. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Got it!]] You're too far away to see exactly what that meant, but as the larger figures separate, you notice the dark *thing* that was the Entity limping slightly. $Two had certainly damaged it. (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) "(color: blue)[Irregular-- but effective. Get the Bastion repair team on the door, immediately. $A0, you are cleared to engage at will. Make me proud.]" It was too late for a tactical report-- your emergence onto the battlefield had drawn the attention of nearly everyone in visible range, human and otherwise. [[Parse the situation, fast as you can.->StartRound2]]

<video src="images/set/storm.webm" type="video/webm" autoplay loop muted controls></video> To put it simply, you're greeted with chaos. Beneath the raging clouds of the storm above, through sheets of driving rain, you are presented with a battlefield dangerously close to spiraling out of control. To your right an apparent counteroffensive by the Bastion Defense Forces appears to have bogged down in the open fields between the two walls. The soldiers are clumped together in desperate all-around defense formations as swarms of small Entities dart in at them. To your left a smattering of the smaller Entities are dwarfed by a pair of figures. One is $A2, her red armor clear even from a distance. She appears to be trying to push through towards a dark, hunched over figure. "This is Handler Athena--" a voice cuts into your comm-line. $Five's Handler, speaks with a strange accent, each word clipped as if bitten off. "We have reclassified the Anomalous Major Entity as an AME-- I repeat, we have confirmed the Entity is similar in behavior to the one encountered during the previous deployment. It is an Anomalous Major Entity. Be wary." Directly before you are fields devoid of enemies, but full of crops nearing harvest. On the perimeter wall in the distance gunfire is visible as well, suggesting at least some of the enemy remained outside the walls. [[Charge left, to support 02's attempt to engage the ADE.->StartLeft]] [[Charge right, to support the soldier's counteroffensive.->StartRight]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/002/mech.jpg"/> You sprint to the left, though with your heavy armor it was more like a concerted jog. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: You're here, finally.]] $Two greets you with a pump of her sword arm, black viscera gleaming along the blade in the light of a lightning flash. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: The AME keeps backing off, and these smaller ones keep me from following at speed. Maybe together we can drive it up against the wall.]] She points towards the distant Anomalous Major Entity with her sword. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: It keeps digging small holes, I don't understand why. Killing it will stop that though. Sword or shield?]] That was wetware shorthand for playing the offensive role, or the defensive as you advanced. (set: $Strike to 1) [[Think... "I am designated tank, I will shield.->LeftTank]] [[Think... "I will be the sword that drives it into the wall.->LeftLead]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> (set: $Strike to 2) You sprint to the right, though with your heavy armor it was more like a concerted jog. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Hey, where are you going $A0? Don't be a fu--]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] $Two may not have approved, but the first pack of soldiers you approach certainly seem to. Where minutes before they had been circled up and firing for their lives, your mere presence sends several of the smaller Entities running off. <img alt="critter" src="images/npc/critter.png"/> Your flashed mind does not recognize them, but your data feed does-- categorizing them as similar to Entities encountered during your last few deployments. Averaging about 20 feet tall, sharpened claws and ravenous maws were capable of making short work of soldiers. Only in packs are they a danger to you. A pack however is what appears to be forming, individual monsters clumping together upon noticing you. The soldiers beneath you were preparing to regroup with their fellows, but they wouldn't get there without your help. Standing your ground and cutting down the Entities was an option, or you could lead that pack off-- though that would be exhausting. [[Hold the line, cover their movement.->RightArmor]] [[Draw the enemies off!->RightStam]]

<img alt="critter" src="images/npc/critter.png"/> She gestures eagerly, and you push off together, taking the lead. As anticipated, the isolated clumps of smaller Entities begin to collect together as you advance, quickly becoming a danger in numbers when they would not have been individually. Your flashed mind does not recognize them, but your data feed does-- categorizing them as similar to Entities encountered during your last few deployments. Averaging about 20 feet tall, sharpened claws and ravenous maws begin to close in as you lead the advance. Driving ever forward with your shield in the lead, you swing your blade when any got close enough to matter. In your wake you leave several severed corpses, but your progress is slowing, the enemy focusing on you intently. $Two takes the opportunity to dart ahead, the lunging sword to your shield technique, but that leaves you surrounded. [[Rely on your armor to take the blows.->TankArmor]] [[Throttle up your inserts, quicken your reaction time.->TankArou]]

<img alt="critter" src="images/npc/critter.png"/> She gestures sharply, and you push off together, $Two taking the lead. As anticipated, the isolated clumps of smaller Entities begin to collect together as you advance, quickly becoming a danger in numbers when they would not have been individually. Your flashed mind does not recognize them, but your data feed does-- categorizing them as similar to Entities encountered during your last few deployments. Averaging about 20 feet tall, sharpened claws and ravenous maws begin to close in as you lead the advance. $Two takes the brunt of their attacks with her shield, but several of them make the jump to her Instrument, her sword trying to dislodge them. (color: red)[Aria-02 has taken damage.] (set: $02Health to it - 1) She's slowing, but giving you the opportunity you needed. With a burst of speed you slide around her shield and break clear into the space around the Anomalous Major Entity. [[Charge it directly!->ChargeEnt]] [[Circle around it, drive it back towards 02.->DriveEnt]]

You were armored for a reason, and trust the heavy plating to occupy the Entities. It does, but you're not *entirely* armored, and its in the seams and joints a few of the creatures rip into your Instrument's vital innards. (set: $Armor to it - 1) (color: red)[Armor -1] By then however you push through into the clearing surrounding the far larger Entity. $Two was already charging straight for it, but you turn around, warding off the swarm of smaller foes that were now breaking apart like a spent wave. In that moment of pause you engage your rear cameras. <img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> The support staff had categorized this Entity as *similar* to the one you had encountered in the corrupted forest, but not identical, and you quick see why. It was far leaner than your Instrument and plated in alabaster over darker metal, but the dangerous glow of (color: red)[red] from within is familiar. So too are the tentacle-like armatures emerging from its back, though instead of a singular tail as per the last foe this one has two. Strangely, they're both driven directly into the ground. For a moment you almost think $Two might end it right there-- she got *very* close, but at the last second it reared, drawing forth its tentacles and spinning in a flurry that revealed both its full height-- nearly the same as your Instrument-- and the bladed tips that nearly caught $A2 across the chest. She threw herself back just in time. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: It's so fast.]] That it was. With a loping dive it because sprinting on all four limbs, darting back through the smatter of smaller foes and making for the central fields. "That matches the pattern," Juno, $Two's Handler, announces over the comm-line. "(color: blue)[Confirmed. $A0, $A2-- we believe the AME is searching for an underground facility, and it will find it when it checks the next field. You must *not* allow it to dig.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Acknowledged, moving out! $Zero, back through the horde-- let's go!]] That was an option, but you notice an area near the perimeter wall that is relatively clear-- you could use it as as short cut. Dissonance readings there are very high however. Or you could redirect artillery fire from the Bastion proper to blast a path directly through, though they were already supporting the soldiers you had left hard-pressed on the right flank. [[Think... "Agreed, I lead."->ReturnSword]] [[Think... "Agreed, you lead."->ReturnShield]] [[Think... "I have a plan, follow me towards the wall!"->ReturnWall]] [[Think... "Requesting artillery support, coordinates follow..."->ReturnBlast]]

You request-- and received-- a sudden uptick in the thrusting of the devices lodged in your cunt and rear. The sensation is *delightful*, if a bit distant, but it also provides a burst of adrenaline that sees your sword slash in a flurry of new movement. (set: $Arou to it - 1) (color: red + white)[Sanity -1] You break free into the clear around the Entity with a trail of fallen foes in your wake, and your slit undeniably wet. $Two was already charging straight for the monster, but you turn around, warding off the swarm of smaller foes that were now breaking apart like a spent wave. In that moment of pause you engage your rear cameras. <img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> The support staff had categorized this Entity as *similar* to the one you had encountered in the corrupted forest, but not identical, and you quick see why. It was far leaner than your Instrument and plated in alabaster over darker metal, but the dangerous glow of (color: red)[red] from within is familiar. So too are the tentacle-like armatures emerging from its back, though instead of a singular tail as per the last foe this one has two. Strangely, they're both driven directly into the ground. For a moment you almost think $Two might end it right there-- she got *very* close, but at the last second it reared, drawing forth its tentacles and spinning in a flurry that revealed both its full height-- nearly the same as your Instrument-- and the bladed tips that nearly caught $A2 across the chest. She threw herself back just in time. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: It's so fast.]] That it was. With a loping dive it because sprinting on all four limbs, darting back through the smatter of smaller foes and making for the central fields. "That matches the pattern," Juno, $Two's Handler, announces over the comm-line. "(color: blue)[Confirmed. $A0, $A2-- we believe the AME is searching for an underground facility, and it will find it when it checks the next field. You must *not* allow it to dig.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Acknowledged, moving out! $Zero, back through the horde-- let's go!]] That was an option, but you notice an area near the perimeter wall that is relatively clear-- you could use it as as short cut. Dissonance readings there are very high however. Or you could redirect artillery fire from the Bastion proper to blast a path directly through, though they were already supporting the soldiers you had left hard-pressed on the right flank. [[Think... "Agreed, I lead."->ReturnSword]] [[Think... "Agreed, you lead."->ReturnShield]] [[Think... "I have a plan, follow me towards the wall!"->ReturnWall]] [[Think... "Requesting artillery support, coordinates follow..."->ReturnBlast]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> The support staff had categorized this Entity as *similar* to the one you had encountered in the corrupted forest, but not identical, and you quickly see why. It was far leaner than your Instrument and plated in alabaster over darker metal, but the dangerous glow of (color: red)[red] from within is familiar. So too are the tentacle-like armatures emerging from its back, though instead of a singular tail as per the last foe this one has two. Strangely, they're both driven directly into the ground. That almost makes your wild charge worth it-- you got *very* close, but at the last second it reared, drawing forth its tentacles and spinning in a flurry that revealed both its full height-- nearly the same as your Instrument-- and the bladed tips that dig deep grooves in your chestplate. Staggered, though with only cosmetic damage, you hear $Two chime in from nearby. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: It's so fast.]] That it was. With a loping dive it because sprinting on all four limbs, darting back through the smattering of smaller foes and making for the central fields. "That matches the pattern," Juno, $Two's Handler, announces over the comm-line. "(color: blue)[Confirmed. $A0, $A2-- we believe the AME is searching for an underground facility, and it will find it when it checks the next field. You must *not* allow it to dig.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Acknowledged, moving out! $Zero, back through the horde-- let's go!]] That was an option, but you notice an area near the perimeter wall that is relatively clear-- you could use it as as short cut. Dissonance readings there are very high however. Or you could redirect artillery fire from the Bastion proper to blast a path directly through, though they were already supporting the soldiers you had left hard-pressed on the right flank. [[Think... "Agreed, I lead."->ReturnSword]] [[Think... "Agreed, you lead."->ReturnShield]] [[Think... "I have a plan, follow me towards the wall!"->ReturnWall]] [[Think... "Requesting artillery support, coordinates follow..."->ReturnBlast]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> The support staff had categorized this Entity as *similar* to the one you had encountered in the corrupted forest, but not identical, and you quickly see why. It was far leaner than your Instrument and plated in alabaster over darker metal, but the dangerous glow of (color: red)[red] from within is familiar. So too are the tentacle-like armatures emerging from its back, though instead of a singular tail as per the last foe this one has two. Strangely, they're both driven directly into the ground. It remains stationary-- unmoving even-- as you circle around, intent on putting it between yourself and the perimeter wall. But at the last second it reared, drawing forth its tentacles and spinning in a flurry that revealed both its full height-- nearly the same as your Instrument-- and the bladed tips that dig deep grooves in your chestplate. Staggered, though with only cosmetic damage, you hear $Two chime in from nearby. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: It's so fast.]] That it was. With a loping dive it because sprinting on all four limbs, darting back through the smattering of smaller foes and making for the central fields. "That matches the pattern," Juno, $Two's Handler, announces over the comm-line. "(color: blue)[Confirmed. $A0, $A2-- we believe the AME is searching for an underground facility, and it will find it when it checks the next field. You must *not* allow it to dig.]" (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Acknowledged, moving out! $Zero, back through the horde-- let's go!]] That was an option, but you notice an area near the perimeter wall that is relatively clear-- you could use it as as short cut. Dissonance readings there are very high however. Or you could redirect artillery fire from the Bastion proper to blast a path directly through, though they were already supporting the soldiers you had left hard-pressed on the right flank. [[Think... "Agreed, I lead."->ReturnSword]] [[Think... "Agreed, you lead."->ReturnShield]] [[Think... "I have a plan, follow me towards the wall!"->ReturnWall]] [[Think... "Requesting artillery support, coordinates follow..."->ReturnBlast]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/player/mech.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Agreed, I lead.]] You drop your shield and charge back into the Entities, taking the most direct path in pursuit of your foe. There is no opportunity for quick thinking this time as you punch through hard and fast, $Two doing her best to keep the monsters off of you. She proves to be remarkably good at it, though a pair of Entities do find the neck-seam in your armor, snapping the restraining bolts with teeth sharp enough to puncture steel. An entire armored section of your Instrument drops away before $Two cleaves them both with a heavy blow. (set: $Armor to it - 1) (color: red)[Armor -1] You make it through however, and this time the smaller Entities rout entirely, making for the perimeter wall in far smaller numbers than they had started. [[Crop-laden fields surround you.->CropMid]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/002/mech.jpg"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Agreed, you lead.]] You wave $Two forward and she takes the lead, her red Instrument carving a path through which you follow. There is no opportunity for quick thinking this time as she punches through hard and fast, while you do your best to keep the monsters off of her. It's difficult to keep up, and several of the monsters manage to score damaging hits on $A2's vital internals, or even cracking armor plates themselves. (color: red)[Aria-02 has taken damage.] (set: $02Health to it - 1) You make it through however, and this time the smaller Entities rout entirely, making for the perimeter wall in far smaller numbers than they had started. [[Crop-laden fields surround you.->CropMid]]

<img alt="heavyart" src="images/set/heavyart.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Requesting artillery support, coordinates follow...]] "(color: blue)[Acknowledged, shifting fire.]" $Artemis wasted no time in getting you the requested support, the telltale flashing of artillery units near the Bastion momentarily going dark-- until the roared again, and hell descended on the smaller Entities before you. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Come on!]] $Two took off in the wake of the maelstrom, striding through craters and over the fallen monsters. It had been an effective barrage-- the Bastion's units had limited range and were vulnerable in the field, but backed up against the proverbial wall here they had great firepower. It did however leave the soldiers fighting on the right flank without that same fire support, and your data streams note several units being written off as *MIA*. (set: $SoldHealth to it - 1) (color: red)[Supporting Units have been damaged!] The now scattered remains of the smaller entities finally break for the perimeter wall, defeated. [[Crop-laden fields surround you.->CropMid]]

<img alt="wasteland" src="images/set/wasteland.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: I have a plan, follow me towards the wall!]] Something terrible had happened here. What had been green fields are smeared with black, corruptive Dissonance that would long persist under the cover of night and storm. It ran up the perimeter walls as well, a few writhing forms still up there all that remained of the garrison for this part of the defense. This must have been where the breach happened-- the wall itself remained, but Entities were capable climbers, and all they had needed to do was neutralize the soldiers to make way. It was a tragedy, but one you could not have prevented, and it *does* give you a clear path back towards the center of the battlefield. Your stimulator array does increase in speed however, the high levels of latent Dissonance triggering protective protocols that would ensure you were too aroused to succumb to its siren song. (set: $Arou to it - 1) (color: red + white)[Sanity -1] You make it through however, and note the smaller Entities you had avoided were dispersing, without an immediate target to attack. [[Crop-laden fields surround you.->CropMid]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> (if: $Strike is 1)[The AME stands in the center of a wheat field, tall stalks of purple-orange food-to-be brushing up against its feet. You arrive just in time to see it slam both tentacles into the ground, another of the probing attempts it had apparently done repeatedly. Further away, on the right flank of the battlefield, you notice minor Entities streaming towards the Major Entity. They're being driven by the offensive force deployed by the Garrison, though without your assistance they have taken tremendous damage. (set: $SoldHealth to it - 2) (color: red)[Supporting Units have been heavily damaged!] If called upon to help, its unlikely the will survive the encounter. $A2 meanwhile is (if: $02Health is 3)[ready for war, your coordinated efforts having left her relatively undamaged.](else-if: $02Health is 2)[slightly damaged, your coordinated efforts having left her with several cracked armored plates.](else:)[heavily damaged, her unit's diagnostics reporting myriad issues.]](if: $Strike is 2)[The AME stands in the center of a wheat field, tall stalks of purple-orange food-to-be brushing up against its feet. The support staff had categorized this Entity as *similar* to the one you had encountered in the corrupted forest, but not identical, and you quick see why. It was far leaner than your Instrument and plated in alabaster over darker metal, but the dangerous glow of (color: red)[red] from within is familiar. So too are the tentacle-like armatures emerging from its back, though instead of a singular tail as per the last foe this one has two. They had been used to throw $Two, but now drive into the ground-- the probing it had apparently been doing in search of *something* underground. $Two meanwhile is in rough shape, she pushes back up to one knee, but even without checking her diagnostics you see that her armor is cracked-- or entirely compromised in several places. Black Dissonant bile is smeared across her shield. (set: $02Health to it - 2) (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: It... almost... I'm fine.]] Even her thoughts were coming slowly-- she wouldn't last long in another fight. Luckily your efforts to support the regular soldiers from the Bastion has provided a backing force of considerable power, (if: $SoldHealth is 3)[ready for war.](else:)[only slightly depleted.] Using them in battle would, however, risk their lives-- particularly against a Major Entity.] With the minor Entities scattered and the AME stationary, it seemed like now would be the time to attack, but a fresh concern arises as you notice new figures climbing over the distant perimeter wall... [[Your synced mind runs through an enemy analysis in the blink of an eye...->Spitters]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> Planting your shield in the dirt, you draw a line-- and let nothing past it. The Entities certainly try, some scrabbling against your shield, others attempting to circle around. You ignore the former and slash at the latter, an effort that goes well for several minutes. By the time the soldiers are pulling out however your forward position is in danger of being surrounded. Time to move. And so you do, cutting through anything that approached your flanks, simply running down any that tried to get in your way. By now your back was exposed however, and you feel the pain-like sensation of ravenous claws digging at your plating there. Several pieces are ripped off before you break free of the crowd and can use the butt of your sword to force the monsters away. (set: $Armor to it - 1) (color: red)[Armor -1] "(color: blue)[$A0, I have been asked to pass along thanks from the units nearest you.]" $Artemis says. You were never patched directly into unit comms, your support team determining which-- if anything-- was passed along. "(color: blue)[A major push along the entire line is being planned, we've drawn up a pair of potential attack plans for your assistance in the effort.]" The plans load in via your data feed, raw bytes translated into maps, enemy composition, and suggested offensive routes. The first is a bold plan to use your Instrument to break the Entity line at several key points, an effort that would require you to move very quickly-- an exhausting, but effect approach. The second is an arguably bolder flanking action through an area near the wall that was devoid of enemies but dangerously high in latent Dissonance levels. From there you could hit the Entities from the side, instill panic in their ranks. As you consider your options, you realize there is a third possibility as well-- remain back, letting the soldiers do the brunt of work, to preserve your Instrument for confronting the Anomalous Major Entity instead. [[Break their line!->BreakLine]] [[Go around, attack the flank!->Flanker]] [[Let the soldiers do their job-- and take the hits.->HoldBack]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> The small Entities were fast, but your singular stride is as many as then of theirs, and you put that simple fact to good use. Moving at full speed through the evolving battlefield, you're soon trailing an ever growing pack of monsters-- they seemed to focus on you whenever near, allowing those units that had been hard-pressed moments prior to regroup. (color: red)[Stamina -1!] (set: $Stamina to it - 1) It is exhausting work to keep moving at that speed, but you ignore the sweat running down your glossy wetsuited body and turn back towards the now collected pack of soldiers. When you do a barrage of fire from their collected forces drive the monsters back, earning you a breather. "(color: blue)[$A0, I have been asked to pass along thanks from the units nearest you.]" $Artemis says. You were never patched directly into unit comms, your support team determining which-- if anything-- was passed along. "(color: blue)[A major push along the entire line is being planned, we've drawn up a pair of potential attack plans for your assistance in the effort.]" The plans load in via your data feed, raw bytes translated into maps, enemy composition, and suggested offensive routes. The first is a bold plan to use your Instrument to break the Entity line at several key points, an effort that would require you to move very quickly-- an exhausting, but effect approach. The second is an arguably bolder flanking action through an area near the wall that was devoid of enemies but dangerously high in latent Dissonance levels. From there you could hit the Entities from the side, instill panic in their ranks. As you consider your options, you realize there is a third possibility as well-- remain back, letting the soldiers do the brunt of work, to preserve your Instrument for confronting the Anomalous Major Entity instead. [[Break their line!->BreakLine]] [[Go around, attack the flank!->Flanker]] [[Let the soldiers do their job-- and take the hits.->HoldBack]]

Protecting the soldiers had been a secondary objective, and you follow through on that without reservation. That doesn't make it easy though. As the troops start pushing, moving across fields recently harvested, you push yourself to get ahead of them. Always moving, always fighting, your sword cleaving and your shield bashing. (color: red)[Stamina -1!] (set: $Stamina to it - 1) It's exhausting, but effective. By targeting any particularly large clumps of swarming Entities, you break up obstructions that would have slowed and fractured the offensive. And yard by yard, the men and women on foot make progress. They push and push until, finally, enough of the Entities had been cut down that they break and run entirely. Some make for the wall, a dark area between portions where the garrison was still holding out-- that must have been their initial breach point. Others, stragglers, move towards the center of the battlefield, and ripe food crops that $Artemis had directed you to protect. A towering figure is there, the Major Entity, and you watch as it hurls $A2 several hundred feet with a mighty blow. "That matches the pattern," Juno, $Two's Handler, announces over the comm-line. You hear her hiss as $Two's Instrument impacts hards in the middle of a wheat field. "(color: blue)[Confirmed. $A0-- the AME has been digging in the Ag-Ring, in what we now believe to be a search pattern. It is looking for an underground facility, and it will find it when it checks that field. You and $A2 must *not* allow it to dig.]" [[She needs your help.->CropMid]]

<img alt="wasteland" src="images/set/wasteland.png"/> Protecting the soldiers had been a secondary objective, and you follow through on that-- but avoid the obvious frontal attack. Moving closer to the wall, you realize quickly that something terrible had happened here. What had been green fields are smeared with black, corruptive Dissonance that would long persist under the cover of night and storm. It ran up the perimeter walls as well, a few writhing forms still up there all that remained of the garrison for this part of the defense. This must have been where the breach happened-- the wall itself remained, but Entities were capable climbers, and all they had needed to do was neutralize the soldiers to make way. It was a tragedy, but one you could not have prevented, and it does give you a clear path to approach the writhing horde of minor Entities from an unexpected direction. Occupied by the soldiers advancing from the front, your sudden presence in their side punctures what had been a terrifying presence. They buckle, then begin to scatter, though the high levels of latent Dissonance you had passed through triggers protective protocols, spinning up your stimulator array to compensate. You're slaughtering the monsters, and being fucked hard at the very same time. (set: $Arou to it - 1) (color: red + white)[Sanity -1] It's terribly arousing, but effective. Yard by yard, the men and women on feet make progress. Together you push and push until, finally, enough of the Entities had been cut down that they break and run entirely. Some make for the wall, towards that dark area you had passed through. Others, stragglers, move towards the center of the battlefield, and ripe food crops that $Artemis had directed you to protect. A towering figure is there, the Major Entity, and you watch as it hurls $A2 several hundred feet with a mighty blow. "That matches the pattern," Juno, $Two's Handler, announces over the comm-line. You hear her hiss as $Two's Instrument impacts hards in the middle of a wheat field. "(color: blue)[Confirmed. $A0-- the AME has been digging in the Ag-Ring, in what we now believe to be a search pattern. It is looking for an underground facility, and it will find it when it checks that field. You and $A2 must *not* allow it to dig.]" [[She needs your help.->CropMid]]

Protecting the soldiers had been a secondary objective, but your *primary* had been to defeat the attack. That would prove impossible if you allowed yourself to become combat incapable before even engaging the AME. So you hold, firing the occasional salvo from your shoulder rockets. It's not nearly as effective as your presence on the frontlines, but the earlier work of revitalizing the offensive pays off-- the soldiers are making progress. Their losses are, however, quite high. (set: $SoldHealth to it - 1) (color: red)[Supporting Units have been damaged!] Yard by yard, the men and women on feet make progress until a final salvo from your position in the back lines breaks the Entities-- having suffered extensive casualties, the horde breaks apart. Some make for the wall, towards that dark area you had passed through. Others, stragglers, move towards the center of the battlefield, and ripe food crops that $Artemis had directed you to protect. A towering figure is there, the Major Entity, and you watch as it hurls $A2 several hundred feet with a mighty blow. "That matches the pattern," Juno, $Two's Handler, announces over the comm-line. You hear her hiss as $Two's Instrument impacts hards in the middle of a wheat field. "(color: blue)[Confirmed. $A0-- the AME has been digging in the Ag-Ring, in what we now believe to be a search pattern. It is looking for an underground facility, and it will find it when it checks that field. You and $A2 must *not* allow it to dig.]" [[She needs your help.->CropMid]]

<img alt="critter3" src="images/npc/critter3.png"/> (set: $Strike to 0) Irregular, bulbous body. Shambling gait. Averaging 40 feet tall. Leaving behind a trail of concentrated black bile, and emitting more from a series of mouths spread across its armored form. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Spitters.]] You had arrived at the same conclusion. The enemy's primary means of spreading concentrated Dissonance over wide areas, and an *immediate* threat to the crops all around. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: We need to work together to take the AME, and this is our chance-- but if we go for it, those things will damage the fields.]] You sense $Two's frustration, but weigh your choices anyway. A direct attack on the Anomalous Major Entity could allow you to do considerable damage while it was stationary and searching, but that would sacrifice the fields-- a secondary objective. [[Think... "Target the Spitters, the AME can wait."->TargetSpit1]] [[Think... "Target the AME, its the only thing that matters."->TargetAMEExtraEarly]]

You push off together, circling the AME-- and abandoning your best chance to strike hard and fast while it was preoccupied. You don't remember ever engaging Spitters, but a quick check of your deployment record suggests you have-- and the notes there provide everything you need to fight effectively. They're slow and lacked ranged weapons, but heavily armored by the growths across their bodies. That required getting in close, working your blade between the plates, which in turn exposed you to the copious amounts of bile-like Dissonance they emitted. You dodge what you can, but avoiding it all is impossible. Black smears your shield and sword, then your armor. It sinks in wherever it could, madness given form, and despite your total isolation deep within the armored hull you begin to hear... a terribly familiar song. (set: $Arou to it - 1) (color: red + white)[Sanity -1] Then its gone, raw pleasure overtaking it. With hammering precision your inserts churn inside you, driving in and vibrating, working your hot flesh to overawe the Dissonant danger. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Behind you!]] While you cut through yet another Spitter, two more and shambled behind. $Two intervenes with a dashing kick, shoving one back as she stabs another in a gigantic red eye. It makes no sound, only pouring black bile across her arm. "(color: blue)[Roughly a half of the spitters have been neutralized.]" $Artemis notes. "(color: blue)[Good work, girls.]" (if: $02Health < 3)[Juno chimes in as well. "Watch your Dissonance levels, $Two. You are prohibited from becoming combat ineffective."](else:)[Juno chimes in as well. "Keep it up, $A2. You're holding up very well.] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Yes ma'am. $A0, should we finish these things off? The AME will be mobile again soon.]] You could leave $Two to finish off the monsters, though she was likely take damage while you got the jump on the AME. Alternatively, the soldiers forming a perimeter could be called in to assist. [[Think... "Leave the spitters, we hit the AME now."->TargetAMEEarly]] [[Think... "Finish them off, I'll hit the AME."->TargetAMEEarlyAlone]] [[Think... "Artemis, direct the soldiers to finish these things off."->UseSoldSpit]] [[Think... "We need to kill all the Spitters first, hold."->TargetSpit2]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Target the AME, its the only thing that matters.]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Finally, you have a good idea.]] You launch yourself at the stationary construct, $A2 charging at your side. And you *do* catch it at a great disadvantage. With its long tentacles driven into the ground, searching, it cannot maneuver. Instead it is forced to ward off your attacks with its arms, an effort that succeeds for only a short while. First you, then $A2 break through, driving your blades deeply into the monster's chest. (color: green)[Anomalous Major Entity has taken heavy damage!] (set: $EntityHealth to it - 2) Of course the trade-off is the Spitters roaming uncontested, most of the fields you had been charged with protecting lost to the black bile they were spewing. Only the area directly around the AME remained clear, if a bit trampled. (color: red)[The Ag-Ring has taken heavy damage!] (set: $AgHealth to it - 2) It is hardly the end of the fight, however. With a triumphant roar, and the very real sense that it had found *something* buried below, the AME pulls forth its tentacles with terrifying speed. Ripping your blades out of itself, the monster backs off, then starts spinning them in a pattern level directed at you. [[Here it comes.->StartAMEFight]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Leave the spitters, we hit the AME now.]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Bit late, but finally you have a good idea.]] You launch yourself at the stationary construct, $A2 charging at your side. And you *do* catch it at somewhat of a disadvantage. One of its long tentacles remains driven into the ground, searching, preventing it from maneuvering. Instead its forced to ward off your attacks with the free tentacle and its arms, an effort that succeeds for only a short while. $Two is held back, but you drive your blade in deep. (color: green)[Anomalous Major Entity has taken damage!] (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) Of course the trade-off is the remaining Spitters roaming uncontested, they're too few in number to do the extensive damage they had clearly been intended for, at least-- and they avoid the area directly around the AME. (color: red)[The Ag-Ring has taken damage!] (set: $AgHealth to it - 1) It is hardly the end of the fight, however. With a triumphant roar, and the very real sense that it had found *something* buried below, the AME pulls forth its other tentacle with terrifying speed. Ripping your blades out with them, the monster backs off, then starts spinning the bladed appendages in a pattern leveled directed at you. [[Here it comes.->StartAMEFight]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Finish them off, I'll hit the AME.]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: That's not fair, I'm the better-- hey!]] You launch yourself at the stationary construct, $A2 left behind. And you *do* catch it at somewhat of a disadvantage. One of its long tentacles remains driven into the ground, searching, preventing it from maneuvering. Instead its forced to ward off your attacks with the free tentacle and its arms, an effort that succeeds for only a short while. (color: green)[Anomalous Major Entity has taken damage!] (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) You drive your blade in deep, but notice a warning klaxon from $A2. She had been surrounded and apparently bathed in Dissonance. (set: $02Health to it - 1) (if: $02Health is < 1)[(color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: SYNC ALERT. This Wetware has orgasmed without permission. Rebooting systems, reconnecting sync...]] She wouldn't be available for the rest of this engagement.](else:)[(color: red)[Aria-02 has taken damage.]] It is hardly the end of the fight, however. With a triumphant roar, and the very real sense that it had found *something* buried below, the AME pulls forth its other tentacle with terrifying speed. Ripping your blades out with them, the monster backs off, then starts spinning the bladed appendages in a pattern leveled directed at you. [[Here it comes.->StartAMEFight]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Artemis, direct the soldiers to finish these things off.]] (color: blue)["Understood."] You launch yourself at the stationary construct, $A2 charging at your side. And you *do* catch it at somewhat of a disadvantage. One of its long tentacles remains driven into the ground, searching, preventing it from maneuvering. Instead its forced to ward off your attacks with the free tentacle and its arms, an effort that succeeds for only a short while. $Two is held back, but you drive your blade in deep. (color: green)[Anomalous Major Entity has taken damage!] (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) As the AME roars, so different from the silent spitters, your data stream reports the soldiers had approached and began neutralizing spitters. They could no more avoid the bile then you could however, and lacked protection against it. (set: $SoldHealth to it - 1) (if: $SoldHealth is < 1)[(color: red)[Your supporting soldiers have broken and retreated!]](else:)[(color: red)[Supporting units have taken damage.]] The Spitters had been dealt with, but it was hardly the end of fight. With a triumphant roar, and the very real sense that it had found *something* buried below, the AME pulls forth its other tentacle with terrifying speed. Ripping your blades out with them, the monster backs off, then starts spinning the bladed appendages in a pattern leveled directed at you. [[Here it comes.->StartAMEFight]]

<img alt="critter3" src="images/npc/critter3.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: We need to kill all the Spitters first, hold.]] $A2 doesn't respond audibly, but does wade back into the fight. You're right beside her, working together, even going back-to-back on occasion as the Spitters tried to encircle you. They seemed to favor that. As you combine to cut down the final shambler, you the silent creature collapsing as if its internal structure had crumbled entirely, you shudder deep within your Instrument. Fresh patches of pitch black coated you, and that much Dissonance required even a stronger fucking to counteract. Your vibrators are running *hard*. (set: $Arou to it - 1) (color: red + white)[Sanity -1] Luck-- and your shielding presence-- had seen $Two come out in a much better state. She's already forming up to advance on the AME. Perhaps you had been quick... *No.* Whatever it had been probing for, it had clearly found it. With a roar so different from the silent Spitters, it withdraws both tentacles in triumph-- then turn towards you, spinning them in a pattern before it, at speeds that leave them a blur in the falling rain. (if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[Here it comes.->StartAMEFight]]]

<img alt="psych" src="images/reg/psych.gif"/> Your body-- your *real* body, small and glossy in the heart of the machine, strained against the restraints holding it. That was your training, a last gasp attempt to keep from losing yourself to the sensations emanating from your womanhood. It was simply too much. Too much Dissonance to counteract, too much pleasure for even your inhuman libido to take. It was only natural that you cum... and entirely against the rules. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: SYNC ALERT. This Wetware has orgasmed without permission. Rebooting systems, reconnecting sync...]] Your song, your Aria, halted-- replaced by a black that overtook your world. The sync was gone, and with it your sense of self beyond your bound form, dripping from the cocks now halted deep within her. It's terribly frustrating, but you're too far gone to care. The orgasm is magnificent, your moans filling the darkness, your cunt clenching on its intruders. So long denied, the pleasure is intense, a warmth spreading from between your legs that you never wanted to end. That it does, bit by bit, comes with the looming realization that you had desynced in battle. And that meant-- (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Applying punishment subroutines. Rebooting wetware...]] What had been pleasure devolves into pain, a **SHOCK** so hard and heavy emanating from your collar and running down your spine. You scream, but can no more escape it than you could the ecstasy moments before. Nor can you avoid your spinal implant being plugged back in, a weak-- but there-- sync allowing your mind to resurface. (set: $Battle2Fate to 1) When it does, you find a battlefield greatly changed by a newcomer... [[And she came with fire.->05Saves]]

<img alt="arm" src="images/reg/arm.gif"/> Battered, beaten, the warning alarms dancing across your HUD begin to multiply, a spiraling situation of compounding failures that quickly get out of control. With a stuttering, lurching sensation you feel something *give* and find yourself dropping to one knee. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Critical Instrument damaged detected. Wetware viability in danger. Rebooting...]] Your song, your Aria, halted-- replaced by a black that overtook your world. The sync was gone, and with it your sense of self beyond your bound form, dripping from the cocks now halted deep within you. It's terribly frustrating, but you're too far gone to care. How had your tactics led to this? What could you have done better? How could you make it all stop hurting? The answers don't come but a realization does, bit by bit, with the looming realization that you had desynced in battle. And that meant-- (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Emergency shunts engaged. Rebooting wetware...]] What had been a heady mix of pleasure and adrenaline devolves into pain, a **SHOCK** so hard and heavy emanating from your collar and running down your spine. You scream, but can no more escape it than you could the ecstasy moments before. Nor can you avoid your spinal implant being plugged back in, a weak-- but there-- sync allowing your mind to resurface. (set: $Battle2Fate to 2) When it does, you find a battlefield greatly changed by a newcomer... [[And she came with fire.->05Saves]]

<img alt="pen" src="images/reg/pen.gif"/> You whimper, so very tired. Bound, gagged, your mind firing at light speed. Only your wetsuit kept the sweat from dripping from your suspended form, but that didn't keep your muscles from aching, or your biometric warnings from slipping further and further into alarm-- until they fall off entirely. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: This Wetware's biometrics have reached Critical levels. Danger Protocol 1. Rebooting...]] Your song, your Aria, halted-- replaced by a black that overtook your world. The sync was gone, and with it your sense of self beyond your bound form, dripping from the cocks now halted deep within you. It's terribly frustrating, but you're too far gone to care. How had your tactics led to this? What could you have done better? Would they just let you sleep? The answers don't come but a realization does, bit by bit, with the looming realization that you had desynced in battle. And that meant-- (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Emergency shunts engaged. Rebooting wetware...]] What had been a heady mix of pleasure and adrenaline devolves into pain, a **SHOCK** so hard and heavy emanating from your collar and running down your spine. You scream, but can no more escape it than you could the ecstasy moments before. Nor can you avoid your spinal implant being plugged back in, a weak-- but there-- sync allowing your mind to resurface. (set: $Battle2Fate to 3) When it does, you find a battlefield greatly changed by a newcomer... [[And she came with fire.->05Saves]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> The reports from your previous engagement had retroactively categorized the enemy fought there as an AME, and while this one was markedly different, they did share some traits-- the most immediate being just how *fast* the monster was. It moved with equal parts grace and wild abandon, the thick tentacles that sprouted from its back constantly in most. Whirling, striking, stabbing. For a brief moment you wonder how it would be to command limbs that quick, if it was even possible for wet-- (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] $Artemis, her finger constantly on your mental load diagnostics, intervenes immediately. "(color: blue)[Do not let your self get distracted.]" (if: $02Health < 1)[With $A2 out of commission, this could take everything you have.](else:)[Even with $A2 formed up beside you, this could take everything you have. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: If you see an opening, tell me, I'll hit it!]]] For the moment you are doing everything you can to maintain a defense. Again and again you feel those tentacles slam into your shield, the vibration rocking even your metal-alloy faux musculature. [[Keep using your shield, rely on your armor.->ArmorHold]] [[Keep moving, dancing back, tire it out.->StamHold]]

(color: red)[NOTE: This function is intended for testing combat only, and will not provide narrative context.] *Initializing Variables...* (set: $ArouHide to true)(set: $Arou to 5)(set: $ArmorHide to true)(set: $Armor to 3)(set: $StaminaHide to true)(set: $Stamina to 3)(set: $Suited to false)(set: $SaveName to "None")(set: $MoneyHide to true)(set: $Money to 0)(set: $Artemis to "(color: blue)[Artemis]")(set: $Handler to "(color: blue)[Handler]")(set: $Leashed to false)(set: $Gagged to false)(set: $Blindfold to false)(set: $Strike to 0)(set: $Strike2 to 0)(set: $Zero to "(color: cyan)[00]")(set: $Two to "(color: red)[02]")(set: $Five to "(color: red + white)[05]")(set: $SubCheck1 to 0)(set: $SubCheck2 to 0)(set: $SubCheck3 to 0)(set: $A0 to "(color: cyan)[Aria-00]")(set: $A2 to "(color: red)[Aria-02]")(set: $Con to 0)(set: $Obe to 0)(set: $Shocker to 0)(set: $ID to false)(set: $A5 to "(color: red + white)[Aria-05]")(set: $Battle2Fate to 0) (set: $ArmorHide to false)(set: $StaminaHide to false)(set: $ArouHide to false) [[Start->Round23]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> You stand your ground, shield shifting with each blow in preparation for the next. It's working, you're doing quite well, but its not long before integrity warnings start reporting in from the wedge of the armored shield. It was *cracking* it. (set: $Armor to it - 1) (color: red)[Armor -1] "(color: blue)[The bio-mechanical musculature of that Entity is highly advanced, you cannot best it with strength alone.]" Nor did it seem to be tiring. Another flurry of blows come in, slamming into you, forcing you a step backward. (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[[[The AME stumbles back...->KillENT]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[Keep your shield up, even if it breaks!->ArmorHold2]] [[Fall back, start moving, making it follow you!->StamHold2]]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> You move back, each step carefully timed to ensure firm footing if the AME attacked. It does several times, keeping you honest, forcing your complete attention. But by falling back, circling, you preserve your Instrument's armor-- in exchange for the sweat running down your wetsuited body deep within. (color: red)[Stamina -1!] (set: $Stamina to it - 1) "(color: blue)[It is testing you for flaws, but avoiding those you demonstrated during the previous engagement. They are sharing data.]" Nor did it seem to be tiring. Another flurry of blows come in, slamming into you, forcing you a step backward. (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[[[The AME stumbles back...->KillENT]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[Keep your shield up, even if it breaks!->ArmorHold2]] [[Fall back, start moving, making it follow you!->StamHold2]]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> It seems to have been waiting for just that decision. As soon as you plant your feet, bringing up your shield, the AME not only attacks, it launches itself *entirely* at you. The shield tips, bottom sliding in the muddy field, the top tipping back towards you. To your horror you realize the AME was *atop* it, and with a harsh, driving kick of its spurred feet it cracks then *snaps* your shield entirely. (set: $Armor to it - 1) (color: red)[Armor -1] Your shield breaks in half, and the claw punches through the breach, raking your armored thigh. A wave of impact warnings blossom on your HUD. (if: $02Health is < 1)[You're really missing $Two's presence, but push yourself nevertheless, screaming into your gag as you shove what remains of your shield as hard as you can. What would have splayed the monster out on the field it avoids by pirouetting in mid-air, landing on all four of its limbs with an inhuman grace. "(color: blue)[A lengthy engagement favors the enemy. You need to move to end this quickly. Use all available resources to do so, $Five will be there shortly.]" (color: red+ white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Hurry up, get me out there!]]](else:)[(color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Stupid wetware, get out of there!]] $A2 comes in from the side, slamming her shoulder into the AME, throwing it back and away. What would have splayed either of you out on the field it avoids by pirouetting in mid-air, landing on all four of its limbs with an inhuman grace. "(color: blue)[A lengthy engagement favors the enemy. You need to move to end this quickly. Use all available resources to do so, $Five will be there shortly.]" (color: red+ white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Hurry up, get me out there!]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: We can do this, distract it, I'll kill it!]]] (if: $SoldHealth < 1)["(color: blue)[Nearby Bastion units have been depleted and will not be able to assist.]"](else:)["(color: blue)[Nearby Bastion units can assist, but will take heavy casualties if counterattacked.]"] (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[[[The AME stumbles back...->KillENT]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[Rush it, full offense.->ArmorAttack3]] [[Use a flurrying sword combo of your own, even if it exhausts you.->StamAttack3]] (if: $02Health is < 1)[(color: red)[$A2 is unable to assist.]](else:)[[[Use 02's plan, distract it while she attacks.->2Helps]]] (if: $SoldHealth < 1)[(color: red)[Nearby Units are too damaged to assist.]](else:)[[[Call in fire support from the nearby soldiers, then attack.->SoldHelps]]]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> It seems to have been waiting for just that decision. As soon as you lift a foot to retreat further the AME not only attacks, it launches itself *entirely* at you. It hits your shield, which tips, bottom sliding in the muddy field, the top tipping back towards you. To your horror you realize the AME was *atop* it, and both tentacles swarm around with gleaming blades. (color: red)[Stamina -1!] (set: $Stamina to it - 1) It takes everything you have to keep them at bay, an exhausting effort, but you hold long enough for the AME to grow frustrated-- so it reaches not to attack you, but your shield. It digs in with both tentacles, as if digging in mud, and with a roar rips your shield in two. (if: $02Health is < 1)[You're really missing $Two's presence, but push yourself nevertheless, screaming into your gag as you shove what remains of your shield as hard as you can. What would have splayed the monster out on the field it avoids by pirouetting in mid-air, landing on all four of its limbs with an inhuman grace. "(color: blue)[A lengthy engagement favors the enemy. You need to move to end this quickly. Use all available resources to do so, $Five will be there shortly.]" (color: red+ white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Hurry up, get me out there!]]](else:)[(color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Stupid wetware, get out of there!]] $A2 comes in from the side, slamming her shoulder into the AME, throwing it back and away. What would have splayed either of you out on the field it avoids by pirouetting in mid-air, landing on all four of its limbs with an inhuman grace. "(color: blue)[A lengthy engagement favors the enemy. You need to move to end this quickly. Use all available resources to do so, $Five will be there shortly.]" (color: red+ white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Hurry up, get me out there!]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: We can do this, distract it, I'll kill it!]]] (if: $SoldHealth < 1)["(color: blue)[Nearby Bastion units have been depleted and will not be able to assist.]"](else:)["(color: blue)[Nearby Bastion units can assist, but will take heavy casualties if counterattacked.]"] (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[[[The AME stumbles back...->KillENT]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[Rush it, full offense.->ArmorAttack3]] [[Use a flurrying sword combo of your own, even if it exhausts you.->StamAttack3]] (if: $02Health is < 1)[(color: red)[$A2 is unable to assist.]](else:)[[[Use 02's plan, distract it while she attacks.->2Helps]]] (if: $SoldHealth < 1)[(color: red)[Nearby Units are too damaged to assist.]](else:)[[[Call in fire support from the nearby soldiers, then attack.->SoldHelps]]]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> The AME wavered, dissonance running out of a half dozen wounds your efforts had inflicted. You were winning, and it seemed to realize that too. With a roar it threw itself-- not towards you-- but towards the ground. Or more specifically the hole it had been digging at. Dropping to the ground it reached in with a clawed hand, frantic, even as its strange head turned towards you. (color: white)[(font: "courier new")[(text-style: "blurrier")[???: ...just leave us be, I am not here for you...]]] It barely had time to emit those words into your data stream before you reached it, driving your blade down through its back, and killing blow that saw the entire monster shudder. The red lights within it flickered, then went out, and with them went its strength. Collapsing, black bile begins to pool around it, running down the arm into the hole. (set: $Battle2Fate to 4) [[You killed it yourself!->EarlyKillSolo]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> It is risky, terribly so, but your Handler had indicated you needed to end this quick-- so you do just that. Having earned a bit of distance, you now cash it all in, charging with your shattered shield and ready blade. As expected, the AME counters expertly, both tentacles latching onto your shoulders and starting to tear. You don't care, for that left your sword open, and with it you drag the blade across its chest. (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) (color: green)[AME DAMAGED!] Your own pain follows, the crushing grip of the tentacles cutting through your armor, digging deep into your inner components. (set: $Armor to it - 1) (color: red)[Armor -1] $Five's Handler suddenly broke through on the line. "$A5 don't engage your blade so close to the Bast--" (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Punish me then!]] (color: white + red)[(font: "courier new")[05: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: H-Hell yeah...! ETA two minutes!]] A glance over your shoulder revealed a bright orange glow in the distance, near the entrance to the Bastion. $Five had cleared the hanger, and the AME seemed to notice that too. With a mechanical growl it danced back, to the pair of holes you had originally found it digging. Dropping down to all fours, it started throwing mud out behind it, even as its tentacles twisted strangely-- and began pouring concentrated Dissonance out across the surrounding fields. (if: $AgHealth is 1)[The only area nearby that had yet to be corrupted by the Spitters.](else:)[The only area the Spitters had never attempted to reach.] (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[[[The AME stumbles back...->KillENT]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[Attack those tentacles alone, defend the fields!->DefendFields]] [[Attack it alone, directly!->AttackAlone]] (if: $02Health is < 1)[(color: red)[$A2 is unable to assist.]](else:)[[[Attack it directly, together!->2FullAttack]] [[Let 02 attack it, you destroy the tentacles!->PlayerTent2AME]]] (if: $SoldHealth < 1)[(color: red)[Nearby Units are too damaged to assist.]](else:)[ [[Have the soldiers shell it, then attack those tentacles!->SoliderHalf]] [[Have the soldiers shell the AME, then attack it!->SoldierDouble]]]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/reg/mech.png"/> It is risky, terribly so, but your Handler had indicated you needed to end this quick-- so you do just that. Having earned a bit of distance, you now cash it all in, moving in carefully, your blade a whirl of steel in the driving rain. As expected, the AME counters expertly, both tentacles working to block and counter your blows. The first few blocks go well for it, but you keep your attack's momentum, and even an AME is not perfect. A block proves only glancing, and your blade slides down, deep into its shoulder joint. (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) (color: green)[AME DAMAGED!] You huff, exhausted but satisfied, your breathing ragged gasps deep within the belly of your Instrument. (set: $Stamina to it - 1) (color: red)[Stamina -1] $Five's Handler suddenly broke through on the line. "$A5 don't engage your blade so close to the Bast--" (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Punish me then!]] (color: white + red)[(font: "courier new")[05: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: H-Hell yeah...! ETA two minutes!]] A glance over your shoulder revealed a bright orange glow in the distance, near the entrance to the Bastion. $Five had cleared the hanger, and the AME seemed to notice that too. With a mechanical growl it danced back, to the pair of holes you had originally found it digging. Dropping down to all fours, it started throwing mud out behind it, even as its tentacles twisted strangely-- and began pouring concentrated Dissonance out across the surrounding fields. (if: $AgHealth is 1)[The only area nearby that had yet to be corrupted by the Spitters.](else:)[The only area the Spitters had never attempted to reach.] (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[[[The AME stumbles back...->KillENT]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[Attack those tentacles alone, defend the fields!->DefendFields]] [[Attack it alone, directly!->AttackAlone]] (if: $02Health is < 1)[(color: red)[$A2 is unable to assist.]](else:)[[[Attack it directly, together!->2FullAttack]] [[Let 02 attack it, you destroy the tentacles!->PlayerTent2AME]]] (if: $SoldHealth < 1)[(color: red)[Nearby Units are too damaged to assist.]](else:)[ [[Have the soldiers shell it, then attack those tentacles!->SoliderHalf]] [[Have the soldiers shell the AME, then attack it!->SoldierDouble]]]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/002/mech.jpg"/> It is risky, terribly so, but your Handler had indicated you needed to end this quick-- so you do just that. Having earned a bit of distance, you now cash it all in, moving in carefully, your blade a whirl of steel in the driving rain. As expected, the AME counters expertly, both tentacles working to block and counter your blows. But that was all cover for the command you think at the speed of light. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Now, $A2!]] (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) (color: green)[AME DAMAGED!] $A2 comes in from the side, leading with her blade. A howl emanates from the AME as she drives it straight through the creature's left thigh, though $Two is left defenseless in its wake, both tentacles diverting from you to slam into her chest with a terrific cracking sound. (set: $02Health to it - 1) (color: red)[$A2 has taken damage!] (if: $02Health < 1)[She's slow to rise, black bile from the AME dripping from her Instrument's wounds. Faltering, you hear a telltale chime. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: SYNC ALERT. This Wetware has orgasmed without permission. Rebooting systems, reconnecting sync...]] She was out of the fight.](else:)[Yet she rose, ready for more.] $Five's Handler suddenly broke through on the line. "$A5 don't engage your blade so close to the Bast--" (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Punish me then!]] (color: white + red)[(font: "courier new")[05: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: H-Hell yeah...! ETA two minutes!]] A glance over your shoulder revealed a bright orange glow in the distance, near the entrance to the Bastion. $Five had cleared the hanger, and the AME seemed to notice that too. With a mechanical growl it danced back, to the pair of holes you had originally found it digging. Dropping down to all fours, it started throwing mud out behind it, even as its tentacles twisted strangely-- and began pouring concentrated Dissonance out across the surrounding fields. (if: $AgHealth is 1)[The only area nearby that had yet to be corrupted by the Spitters.](else:)[The only area the Spitters had never attempted to reach.] (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[[[The AME stumbles back...->KillENT]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[Attack those tentacles alone, defend the fields!->DefendFields]] [[Attack it alone, directly!->AttackAlone]] (if: $02Health is < 1)[(color: red)[$A2 is unable to assist.]](else:)[[[Attack it directly, together!->2FullAttack]] [[Let 02 attack it, you destroy the tentacles!->PlayerTent2AME]]] (if: $SoldHealth < 1)[(color: red)[Nearby Units are too damaged to assist.]](else:)[ [[Have the soldiers shell it, then attack those tentacles!->SoliderHalf]] [[Have the soldiers shell the AME, then attack it!->SoldierDouble]]]]

<img alt="soldiers" src="images/npc/soldiers.png"/> It is risky, terribly so, but your Handler had indicated you needed to end this quick-- so you do just that. Having earned a bit of distance, you now cash it all in, moving in carefully, calling in fire support from the nearby units. Small-arms were worthless against such a foe, but the heavier caliber units land a couple good hits, sloughing off armor in bursts of star-like orange, so bright in the night. (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) (color: green)[AME DAMAGED!] The AME does not merely take that without a response however, using its claws and tentacles to rip up large chunks of the earth itself-- and hurl them into the ranks of the soldiers nearby. (set: $SoldHealth to it - 1) (color: red)[Supporting units have taken damage!] (if: $SoldHealth < 1)[They falter, then break, streaming away in a panic-- you will be on your own from here on out.](else:)[They falter, but reform, loading fresh rounds into their armored vehicles.] $Five's Handler suddenly broke through on the line. "$A5 don't engage your blade so close to the Bast--" (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Punish me then!]] (color: white + red)[(font: "courier new")[05: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: H-Hell yeah...! ETA two minutes!]] A glance over your shoulder revealed a bright orange glow in the distance, near the entrance to the Bastion. $Five had cleared the hanger, and the AME seemed to notice that too. With a mechanical growl it danced back, to the pair of holes you had originally found it digging. Dropping down to all fours, it started throwing mud out behind it, even as its tentacles twisted strangely-- and began pouring concentrated Dissonance out across the surrounding fields. (if: $AgHealth is 1)[The only area nearby that had yet to be corrupted by the Spitters.](else:)[The only area the Spitters had never attempted to reach.] (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[[[The AME stumbles back...->KillENT]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[Attack those tentacles alone, defend the fields!->DefendFields]] [[Attack it alone, directly!->AttackAlone]] (if: $02Health is < 1)[(color: red)[$A2 is unable to assist.]](else:)[[[Attack it directly, together!->2FullAttack]] [[Let 02 attack it, you destroy the tentacles!->PlayerTent2AME]]] (if: $SoldHealth < 1)[(color: red)[Nearby Units are too damaged to assist.]](else:)[ [[Have the soldiers shell it, then attack those tentacles!->SoliderHalf]] [[Have the soldiers shell the AME, then attack it!->SoldierDouble]]]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> The Anomalous Major Entity was stationary again, open to a terrible blow, but you focus on saving the fields the City relied upon. Your foe manages to avoid your sword at first, but without its usual graceful maneuverability you have the advantage, eventually land a singular slash that cuts into-- and then through-- the tips of both tentacles. The fields were spared, and the AME now was at a severe disadvantage, but strangely it continues digging... (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[[[The AME stumbles back...->KillENT]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[...as its head cracked open, red light spilling out in a burst.->GLORY]]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> The Anomalous Major Entity was stationary again, open to a terrible blow, and you oblige it. Ignoring the spewing tentacles, you come in with your sword-- *hard*. It tries to divert its tentacles at the last second, but that's far to late, and your blade cuts deep into its chest. Black dissonance pours out like so much blood, and for a second the red lights within the creature flicker. (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) (color: green)[AME DAMAGED!] By then the damage to the surrounding fields had been done, however. (set: $AgHealth to it - 1) (color: red)[The Ag-Ring has been damaged.] Instead of halting its digging however, the monster only intensifies its effort... (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[[[The AME stumbles back...->KillENT]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[...as its head cracked open, red light spilling out in a burst.->GLORY]]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Together, now!]] The Anomalous Major Entity was stationary again, open to a terrible blow, and you oblige it. Ignoring the spewing tentacles, you come in with your sword-- *hard*. $Two does the same from the other side, and while the AME tried to defend itself the effort is far little too late. Black dissonance pours out like so much blood, and for a second the red lights within the creature flicker. (set: $EntityHealth to it - 2) (color: green)[AME HEAVILY DAMAGED!] Only for it to suddenly surge back to life, tentacles seizing $A2 and ripping at her armor. (set: $02Health to it - 1) (color: red)[$A2 has taken damage!] (if: $02Health < 1)[She's slow to rise, black bile from the AME dripping from her Instrument's wounds. Faltering, you hear a telltale chime. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: SYNC ALERT. This Wetware has orgasmed without permission. Rebooting systems, reconnecting sync...]] She was out of the fight.](else:)[Yet she held her ground, a silent warning suggesting she was screaming into her gag.] By then the damage to the surrounding fields had been done, however. (set: $AgHealth to it - 1) (color: red)[The Ag-Ring has been damaged.] Instead of halting its digging however, the monster only intensifies its effort... (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[[[The AME stumbles back...->KillENT]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[...as its head cracked open, red light spilling out in a burst.->GLORY]]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Hit it, $A2! I've got the tentacles!]] The Anomalous Major Entity was stationary again, open to a terrible blow, and $Two obliges it. Ignoring the spewing tentacles, she comes in with herf sword-- *hard*. The AME tried to defend itself, but you're there too, stabbing at its tentacles, forcing it to abort its attack on the surrounding fields. (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) (color: green)[AME DAMAGED!] Adjusting itself, the AME pivots, tentacles seizing $A2 and ripping at her armor. (set: $02Health to it - 1) (color: red)[$A2 has taken damage!] (if: $02Health < 1)[She's slow to rise, black bile from the AME dripping from her Instrument's wounds. Faltering, you hear a telltale chime. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: SYNC ALERT. This Wetware has orgasmed without permission. Rebooting systems, reconnecting sync...]] She was out of the fight.](else:)[Yet she held her ground, a silent warning suggesting she was screaming into her gag.] Instead of halting its digging however, the monster only intensifies its effort... (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[[[The AME stumbles back...->KillENT]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[...as its head cracked open, red light spilling out in a burst.->GLORY]]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Hit it with everything we have! I'm going in!]] The Anomalous Major Entity was stationary again, open to a terrible blow, and you cooperate with the soldiers to oblige it. A heavy walker tank division had pulled up nearby, and they drive several high impact rounds into its chest. The AME tried to defend itself, but you're there too, a wild swing sinking deep into its chest, black bile pouring out like so much blood. (set: $EntityHealth to it - 2) (color: green)[AME HEAVILY DAMAGED!] Adjusting itself, the AME pivots, using the last of its black bile to sweep across the soldiers. (set: $SoldHealth to it - 1) (color: red)[Supporting units have taken damage!] (if: $SoldHealth < 1)[They falter, then break, streaming away in a panic-- you will be on your own from here on out.](else:)[They falter, but seal their vehicles, surviving to fight another day.] The fields nearby, meanwhile, had been thoroughly doused in dissonance as you focused on the AME itself. (set: $AgHealth to it - 1) (color: red)[The Ag-Ring has been damaged.] Instead of halting its digging however, the monster only intensifies its effort... (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[[[The AME stumbles back...->KillENT]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[...as its head cracked open, red light spilling out in a burst.->GLORY]]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Hit it with everything we have! I've got the tentacles!]] The Anomalous Major Entity was stationary again, open to a terrible blow, and the soldiers supporting you oblige. A heavy walker tank division had pulled up nearby, and they drive several high impact rounds into its chest. The AME tried to defend itself, but you're there too, stabbing at its tentacles, forcing it to abort its attack on the surrounding fields. (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) (color: green)[AME DAMAGED!] Adjusting itself, the AME pivots, using the last of its black bile to sweep across the soldiers. (set: $SoldHealth to it - 1) (color: red)[Supporting units have taken damage!] (if: $SoldHealth < 1)[They falter, then break, streaming away in a panic-- you will be on your own from here on out.](else:)[They falter, but seal their vehicles, surviving to fight another day.] Instead of halting its digging however, the monster only intensifies its effort... (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[[[The AME stumbles back...->KillENT]]](else-if: $Arou < 1)[[[Pleasure overtakes you...->ArouEndR2]]](else-if: $Armor < 1)[[[The damage you've taken is too extensive...->ArmorEndR2]]](else-if: $Stamina < 1)[[[You gasp, utterly exhausted...->StamEndR2]]](else:)[[[...as its head cracked open, red light spilling out in a burst.->GLORY]]]

<img alt="redrun" src="images/reg/redrun.gif"/> (set: $Strike to 1) Red light pours forth, spattering out from the distended head, across the mud, all over you. The world seems to give out like a poorly suspended world, falling away. You are no longer your Instrument, a beautiful Aria, but just the girl beneath it all. Soft, scared, alone. Spatial awareness alarm scream, but so very dimly, far away and easy ignored. You're sinking further, so much black and so much red all around. Yet it feels so *good*. Like an orgasm, stretching to infinity. (set: $Arou to it - 1) (color: red + white)[Sanity -1] (color: blue)[*kkkkkkkt*] Something about that makes your ears perk up, dilated pupils filling with just a bit of the old sentience. Had that been...? "(color: blue)[Full ahead, swing your sword, $Zero!]" The red serenity all around erupted, a voice in your mind. A response. (color: white)[(font: "courier new")[(text-style: "blurrier")[???: ...stay still, I am not here for you.]]] [[Full ahead, swing your sword...->Fullahead]] [[Stay still.->StaySill]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> It's like sleepwalking, all leaden limbs and barely there sensation, but you follow the command given. You're wetware, that was your purpose. (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) (color: green)[AME DAMAGED!] And you're rewarded with pain. With a flash that terrible, wonderful red pulls away to reveal the world. The AME is before you, no longer digging furiously but bent over, a long claw driven into the ground-- as if searching. Or it had been until you stabbed it again, ramming your blade through the monster's chest. (if: $EntityHealth < 1)[ And that is how it dies, sputtering, the damage sustained simply too much. The red light flickers out, and with it goes the monster's strength, black concentrated Dissonance pouring from its myriad wounds. Quite a bit of it runs down the arm, into the hole... [[You killed it yourself.->EarlyKillSolo]]](else:)[Black ichor leaked out its back, but its head was still *open* and with a lurching sense of vertigo the enforced peace of all that red slams back into place. <img alt="mindfuck" src="images/player/mindfuck.png"/> You're floating in a sea of red, drowning in it, if drowning could ever feel this good. And here you're most certainly not alone, the black tendrils that glide up to greet you making sure of that. They fasten onto your wrists, encircling your ankles. Ensuring you would never reach the surface, so sure that this is where you belong. (color: blue)[*...fight it, $Zero. Listen to me! Don't follow that...*] [[Let the tendrils take you.->TendTake]] [[Swim upward, towards the surface... fight it.->SwimUp]] (if: $02Health < 1)[(color: red)[$Two is unable to assist.]](else:)[[[Think... "02..."->TwoHelp]]] (if: $SoldHeath < 1)[(color: red)[Nearby units have retreated.]](else:)[[[Think... "All units... open fire..."->LastSoldHelp]]]]

<img alt="mindfuck" src="images/player/mindfuck.png"/> (set: $FightDream to true) (color: white)[(font: "courier new")[(text-style: "blurrier")[???: ...good girl.]]] You remain where you are, beneath the surface of a fathomless pool, a sea of red that felt terribly good. Drowning, but that wasn't so bad. (set: $Arou to it - 3) (color: red + white)[Sanity -3] Nor are you alone. Black tendrils glide up to greet you, fastening onto your wrists, encircling your ankles. Ensuring you would never reach the surface, so assured that this is where you truly belonged. (if: $Arou < 1)[You don't have the strength to resist, but someone else does. (set: $Battle2Fate to 5) [[She comes, with fire.->05Saves]]](else:)[(color: blue)[*...fight it, $Zero. Listen to me! Don't follow that...*] [[Let the tendrils take you.->TendTake]] [[Swim upward, towards the surface... fight it.->SwimUp]] (if: $02Health < 1)[(color: red)[$Two is unable to assist.]](else:)[[[Think... "02..."->TwoHelp]]] (if: $SoldHeath < 1)[(color: red)[Nearby units have retreated.]](else:)[[[Think... "All units... open fire..."->LastSoldHelp]]]]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/005/mech.png"/> A figure on fast approach slows as the monster dies, her long blade drooping slightly as she comes up beside you. (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Aw hell, I missed all the fun.]] Her Instrument is geared to her fighting style, an all out offensive that traded the protection of a shield for a two-handed blade that glowed an awesome, fiery orange. Only a closer examination revealed the black Dissonance it emanated closer to the blade, a few drops dripping down onto the field with every movement. "Language, $Five." Athena demanded. (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Yes ma'am...]] A new figure had arrived to the scene of your triumph, her Instrument geared to her fighting style-- an all out offensive that traded the protection of a shield for a two-handed blade that glowed an awesome, fiery orange. Only a closer examination revealed the black Dissonance it emanated closer to the blade, a few drops dripping down onto the field with every movement. $A5. You can imagine her radiant smile, even if in truth she was gagged as thoroughly as you were, deep beneath the armor of her Instrument. (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: And to think I was worried.]] She drives her blade into the ground, looking across the battlefield. (set: $Battle2Fate to 4) [[You do as well...->EndBattle2]]

<img alt="mindfuck" src="images/player/mindfuck.png"/> This was *better.* A new symphony that could never have understood otherwise. The tendrils held you tightly, securely, but without the intent to harm or abuse. Only by drowning could you experience everything they were ready to give, and you realize that now, turning your eyes away from the distance surface... (set: $Arou to it - 2) (color: red + white)[Sanity -2] ...just in time for the seas to part, reality returning in a painful lurching sensation. The AME was atop you, one arm rooting in the hole it had dug, the other pulling at the armored slot that housed your restraint frame. It *had* you, had not someone else intervened. (set: $Battle2Fate to 5) [[And she comes with fire.->05Saves]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> You wanted to stay, to float and drown and feel so good. But that (color: blue)[voice] in your ear drove you to actions you could not understand. To fight, to resist, to pull and wrench your limbs away from the grasping darkness. Towards the pain, towards the exhaustion, towards the *world.*\ (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) (color: green)[AME DAMAGED!] You breach the surface with a feral scream, shield gone, sword still stuck inside the chest of your foe-- and you're tearing at the monster, ripping at that terrible head with all the violence humanity could build into a two hundred foot tall Instrument. (set: $Arou to it - 1) (color: red + white)[Sanity -1] (if: $Arou < 1)[Its not enough. You had broken the spell, crushed its head, but the Dissonance running down your Instrument's arms and chest is just too much for inserts to compensate for. No amount of induced pleasure can keep out the song building in your ears... You don't have the will to resist, but someone else does. (set: $Battle2Fate to 5) [[She comes with fire.->05Saves]]](else-if: $EntityHealth < 1)[And that is how it dies, sputtering, the damage sustained simply too much. The red light flickers out, and with it goes the monster's strength, black concentrated Dissonance pouring from its myriad wounds. Quite a bit of it runs down the arm, into the hole... [[You killed it yourself.->EarlyKillSolo]]](else:)[And yet the AME roars back, claws seizing your armored form, Dissonance spraying over your chest and arms. Luckily for you, it may not be dead, but you've held out long enough for someone else to enter the fray. [[And she comes with fire.->05HelpFinish]]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: $Two...]] You wanted to stay, to float and drown and feel so good. But that (color: blue)[voice] in your ear drove you to actions you could not understand. To fight, to resist, to pull and wrench your limbs away from the grasping darkness. Towards the pain, towards the exhaustion, $Two's name on your tongue. (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) (color: green)[AME DAMAGED!] You breach the surface with a feral scream, shield gone, sword still stuck inside the chest of your foe-- and find $Two beside you, slamming her blade again and again into the monster's waist, trying to literally cleave it in too. Somewhere along the way she had been ripped at by the creature's claws however, her armor heavily damaged. (set: $02Health to it - 1) (color: red)[$A2 has taken damage!] (if: $02Health < 0)[That damage, atop all the others, is worse than you could have hoped. $Two falters, then staggers back, dissonance running off her Instrument. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Mmmmmmmmmmmphh...!]] She collapses to her knees. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: SYNC ALERT. This Wetware has orgasmed without permission. Rebooting systems, reconnecting sync...]]](else:)[She was battered, but holding her own. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Just... fucking... die!]]] (if: $Arou < 1)[Its not enough. You had broken the spell, crushed its head, but the Dissonance running down your Instrument's arms and chest is just too much for inserts to compensate for. No amount of induced pleasure can keep out the song building in your ears... You don't have the will to resist, but someone else does. (set: $Battle2Fate to 5) [[She comes with fire.->05Saves]]](else-if: $EntityHealth < 1)[And that is how it dies, sputtering, the damage sustained simply too much. The red light flickers out, and with it goes the monster's strength, black concentrated Dissonance pouring from its myriad wounds. Quite a bit of it runs down the arm, into the hole... [[You killed it with Two.->EarlyKillSoloTwo]]](else:)[And yet the AME roars back, claws seizing your armored form, Dissonance spraying over your chest and arms. Luckily for you, it may not be dead, but you've held out long enough for someone else to enter the fray. [[And she comes with fire.->05HelpFinish]]]

<img alt="evilmech2" src="images/npc/evilmech2.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: All units... open fire...]] You wanted to stay, to float and drown and feel so good. But that (color: blue)[voice] in your ear drove you to actions you could not understand. To fight, to resist, to pull and wrench your limbs away from the grasping darkness. Towards the pain, towards the exhaustion, a request for fire support on your tongue. (set: $EntityHealth to it - 1) (color: green)[AME DAMAGED!] You breach the surface with a feral scream, shield gone, sword still stuck inside the chest of your foe-- and find the armored units that had survived the attack from the Bastion blazing away, explosions rocking your foe even as they scorch your armor. Though the AME has retaliated, hurling anything it could at the gnats keeping it from finishing you off. (set: $SoldHealth to it - 1) (color: red)[Supporting units have taken damage!] (if: $SoldHealth < 0)[It's simply too much for the men, who break into a disorganized retreat.](else:)[They hold the line regardless, sensing the blood in the proverbial water.] (if: $Arou < 1)[Its not enough. You had broken the spell, crushed its head, but the Dissonance running down your Instrument's arms and chest is just too much for inserts to compensate for. No amount of induced pleasure can keep out the song building in your ears... You don't have the will to resist, but someone else does. (set: $Battle2Fate to 5) [[She comes with fire.->05Saves]]](else-if: $EntityHealth < 1)[And that is how it dies, sputtering, a final slam of your own head into its own crushing the source of its mind-bending power. The red light flickers out, and with it goes the monster's strength, black concentrated Dissonance pouring from its myriad wounds. Quite a bit of it runs down the arm, into the hole... [[You killed it yourself.->EarlyKillSolo]]](else:)[And yet the AME roars back, claws seizing your armored form, Dissonance spraying over your chest and arms. Luckily for you, it may not be dead, but you've held out long enough for someone else to enter the fray. [[And she comes with fire.->05HelpFinish]]]

<img alt="slash" src="images/gear/slash.gif"/> The slash is sudden, all fire and violence. With it comes a terrible rending sound, steel on steel, followed by a rain of black bile. Before you the AME shudders, then its right arm, shoulder, and the head above slide free and drop to the ground. The red lights within give out immediately, and with them goes the monster's strength. It collapses, revealing its assailant behind it. $A5. <img alt="mech" src="images/005/mech.png"/> Her Instrument is geared to her fighting style, an all out offensive that traded the protection of a shield for a two-handed blade that glowed an awesome, fiery orange. Only a closer examination revealed the black Dissonance it emanated closer to the blade, a few drops dripping down onto the field with every movement. (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Eat shit, bile-bleeder.]] (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] "Language, $Five." Athena demanded. (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Yes ma'am...]] You can imagine her radiant smile, even if in truth she was gagged as thoroughly as you were, deep beneath the armor of her Instrument. (if: $Battle2Fate is 5)[<img alt="psych" src="images/reg/psych.gif"/> Unfortunately you don't have time to fully appreciate it as alarms blossom across your HUD. Your body-- your *real* body, small and glossy in the heart of the machine, strained against the restraints holding it. That was your training, a last gasp attempt to keep from losing yourself to the sensations emanating from your womanhood. It was simply too much. Too much Dissonance to counteract, too much pleasure for even your inhuman libido to take. It was only natural that you cum... and entirely against the rules. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: SYNC ALERT. This Wetware has orgasmed without permission. Rebooting systems, reconnecting sync...]] Your song, your Aria, halted-- replaced by a black that overtook your world. The sync was gone, and with it your sense of self beyond your bound form, dripping from the cocks now halted deep within her. It's terribly frustrating, but you're too far gone to care. The orgasm is magnificent, your moans filling the darkness, your cunt clenching on its intruders. So long denied, the pleasure is intense, a warmth spreading from between your legs that you never wanted to end. That it does, bit by bit, comes with the looming realization that you had desynced in battle. And that meant-- (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Applying punishment subroutines. Rebooting wetware...]] What had been pleasure devolves into pain, a **SHOCK** so hard and heavy emanating from your collar and running down your spine. You scream, but can no more escape it than you could the ecstasy moments before. Nor can you avoid your spinal implant being plugged back in, a weak-- but there-- sync allowing your mind to resurface. You do so to find $A5 standing over you protectively. (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: You almost beat it, you know. You were so close.]] *So close* wasn't good enough by $Artemis' standards, and you know that. For now however you move back to your feet, working through the post-resync procedure.](else-if: $Battle2Fate is 1)[(color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: We can take a lot of Dissonance, but even we have a limit. Luckily I got here when I did.]] Luck wouldn't save you from $Artemis' ire, but with your foe defeated you focus on quickly running through the rest of the re-sync procedure.](else-if: $Battle2Fate is 2)[(color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: You took too many hits, too fast. Entities hit hard. Luckily I got here when I did.]] Luck wouldn't save you from $Artemis' ire, but with your foe defeated you focus on quickly running through the rest of the re-sync procedure.](else-if: $Battle2Fate is 3)[(color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: You ran yourself too hard, sis. We've got endurance, but even we have a limit. Luckily I got here when I did.]] Luck wouldn't save you from $Artemis' ire, but with your foe defeated you focus on quickly running through the rest of the re-sync procedure.](else:)[BROKEN, 05 SAVES HOW YOU GET HERE?] [[Reset your monitoring suite, and look around...->EndBattle2]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/005/mech.png"/> (if: $02Health > 0)[(color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: We did it!]]](else:)[$Two is in no shape to comment on the victory, but you know she would be proud you did it.] You had, a team effort that had left the monster in a pool of its own dissonance at your feet. A figure on fast approach slows as the monster dies, her long blade drooping slightly as she comes up beside you. (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Aw hell, I missed all the fun.]] Her Instrument is geared to her fighting style, an all out offensive that traded the protection of a shield for a two-handed blade that glowed an awesome, fiery orange. Only a closer examination revealed the black Dissonance it emanated closer to the blade, a few drops dripping down onto the field with every movement. "Language, $Five." Athena demanded. (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Yes ma'am...]] A new figure had arrived to the scene of your triumph, her Instrument geared to her fighting style-- an all out offensive that traded the protection of a shield for a two-handed blade that glowed an awesome, fiery orange. Only a closer examination revealed the black Dissonance it emanated closer to the blade, a few drops dripping down onto the field with every movement. $A5. You can imagine her radiant smile, even if in truth she was gagged as thoroughly as you were, deep beneath the armor of her Instrument. (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: You did it together-- and to think I was worried.]] She drives her blade into the ground, looking across the battlefield. (set: $Battle2Fate to 6) [[You do as well...->EndBattle2]]

The fall of the Major Entity had broken the storm, scattering the smaller beasts that had formed its swarm, as well as in the literal sense-- a bleary sun broke through the heavy clouds. $A5 stood nearby, her sword's black-orange flame extinguished as she shoved it into the ground. (if: $02Health < 1)[$A2 is in far worse shape, only now stirring from where she had collapsed.](if: $02Health is 1)[$A2 is in rough shape, but still on her feet, leaning heavily against her shield.](if: $02Health is 2)[$A2 is lightly damaged, watching the entities flee.](if: $02Health is 3)[$A2 is remarkably undamaged, though her own blade is black with the viscera of slaughtered foes.] That she was exhausted is obvious, for awhile there she had been the only one deployed. (if: $SoldHeath < 1)[The soldiers deployed to support your efforts, meanwhile, had retreated from the field in disarray-- leaving only a few of their writhing, maddened comrades behind, suffering from acute dissonance exposure.](if: $SoldHeath is 1)[Only a handful of the soldiers deployed to support your efforts remain meanwhile, clustered together in a defensive position as they called for medical teams.](if: $SoldHeath is 2)[A good number of the soldiers deployed to support your efforts remain, some triaging victims of dissonance exposure, others forming a defensive cordon around the three Instruments.](if: $SoldHeath is 3)[Nearly all of the soldiers deployed to support your efforts remain, a testament to your efforts to save them-- and keep them from hard. They're moving quickly to form a defensive cordon around the three instruments.] (if: $AgHealth < 1)[The fields all around are devastated however, dissonant bile spoiling that which it had not corrupted. City #8 would certainly be cutting rations as a result.](if: $AgHealth is 1)[The fields all around have taken extensive damage however, dissonant bile spoiling that which is had not corrupted. City #8 would certainly be cutting rations as a result.](if: $AgHealth is 2)[The fields all around have taken damage, but all things considered it could have been far worse. City #8 would need to cut rations, but only a bit.](if: $AgHealth is 3)[The fields all around had survived the fight as well, your heavy footfalls and the occasional patch of dissonance rare enough that food supplies would likely be unaffected.] "(color: blue)[Good job, girls.]" $Artemis sounded as exhausted as you felt, the chatter of a dozen conversations distantly heard in the background of her mic. With the threat defeated, the operations room was shifting over to recovery action. "(color: blue)[Hold while we access the situation.]" (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Good work, sis.]] $Five had moved up beside you, her Instrument's arm held out, its fist curled into a fist. [[Fist bump 05.->Fister]] [[Think... "You were reckless."->5Wreck]] [[Think... "Thanks, sis."->5Sis]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/005/mech.png"/> You curl your own hand in to a fist, bumping the dissonance-smeared gauntlet against her own. (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Hell-- *heck* yeah.]] A sudden surge of data being transmitted through your link draws you back to the situation at hand. "(color: blue)[Girls, we will need you to-- hold on. Was it breached?]" Juno, $Two's Handler, can be heard distantly in the background. "Yes the hazmat team has entered, they're... its bad." "We can extract it," Athena declared. "But that would reveal--" "(color: blue)[Mute them.]" Your audio feed cuts out suddenly, plunging you into a stark silence. That the others had been subjected to the same is indicated by $Five tapping her head, then gesturing. Whatever had occurred, $Artemis comes back after a few minutes. "(color: blue)[Wetware $Five, $Zero-- we have confirmed the AME breached a secure facility directly beneath you. A high value asset is in danger, and needs to be extracted immediately. The bore hole the AME excavated, it should allow you access.]" Juno broke in as well. "$Two, you will need to retrieve another high value asset from the corpse of the AME. I will direct you as the others work on their project." $Five set her hands on her armored hips, then nods, reaching down to grip the fallen AME. (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Help me pull it out of the way, $A2. $A0, reach down there and perform the extract.]] [[Think... "Understood. Extracting..."->Extracter]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/005/mech.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: You were reckless.]] (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Yeah. But ending it fast was in everyone's interest.]] A sudden surge of data being transmitted through your link draws you back to the situation at hand. "(color: blue)[Girls, we will need you to-- hold on. Was it breached?]" Juno, $Two's Handler, can be heard distantly in the background. "Yes the hazmat team has entered, they're... its bad." "We can extract it," Athena declared. "But that would reveal--" "(color: blue)[Mute them.]" Your audio feed cuts out suddenly, plunging you into a stark silence. That the others had been subjected to the same is indicated by $Five tapping her head, then gesturing. Whatever had occurred, $Artemis comes back after a few minutes. "(color: blue)[Wetware $Five, $Zero-- we have confirmed the AME breached a secure facility directly beneath you. A high value asset is in danger, and needs to be extracted immediately. The bore hole the AME excavated, it should allow you access.]" Juno broke in as well. "$Two, you will need to retrieve another high value asset from the corpse of the AME. I will direct you as the others work on their project." $Five set her hands on her armored hips, then nods, reaching down to grip the fallen AME. (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Help me pull it out of the way, $A2. $A0, reach down there and perform the extract.]] [[Think... "Understood. Extracting..."->Extracter]]

<img alt="mech" src="images/005/mech.png"/> (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Thanks, sis.]] $A2 curled three fingers down, leaving her thumb and pinky fingers extended-- which she shook back and forth. (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: No problem.]] A sudden surge of data being transmitted through your link draws you back to the situation at hand. "(color: blue)[Girls, we will need you to-- hold on. Was it breached?]" Juno, $Two's Handler, can be heard distantly in the background. "Yes the hazmat team has entered, they're... its bad." "We can extract it," Athena declared. "But that would reveal--" "(color: blue)[Mute them.]" Your audio feed cuts out suddenly, plunging you into a stark silence. That the others had been subjected to the same is indicated by $Five tapping her head, then gesturing. Whatever had occurred, $Artemis comes back after a few minutes. "(color: blue)[Wetware $Five, $Zero-- we have confirmed the AME breached a secure facility directly beneath you. A high value asset is in danger, and needs to be extracted immediately. The bore hole the AME excavated, it should allow you access.]" Juno broke in as well. "$Two, you will need to retrieve another high value asset from the corpse of the AME. I will direct you as the others work on their project." $Five set her hands on her armored hips, then nods, reaching down to grip the fallen AME. (color: red + white)[(font: "courier new")[05: Help me pull it out of the way, $A2. $A0, reach down there and perform the extract.]] [[Think... "Understood. Extracting..."->Extracter]]

With the AME pulled out of the way, and $Two setting to her own task, you kneel down to attend to yours. "(color: blue)[You are going to be accessing the Dissonance Research Division.]" A new flood of data provides you with a heavily redacted floorplan, though there is enough to indicate the facility was quite large-- perhaps as large as the Bastion itself, but located entirely underground. The AME had pierced an area that is labeled **CORRUPTED COMPONENT RESEARCH**, though what that meant isn't clear. A second round of data indicated your target was at the bottom of the hole dug by your foe, a box roughly 12 feet only all sides. It was reinforced, and originally environmentally sealed, but an appended note commands a careful approach-- the target was apparently damaged. "(color: blue)[What you are about to interact with is not rated for Wetware clearance. You will not ask questions, is that understood?]" [[Think... "Understood, ma'am."->NoQUnder]] [[Think... "Are you... hiding something?"->NoQHide]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Understood, ma'am.]] "(color: blue)[Then proceed.]" Carefully, you insert your armored hand into the hole. It's deep-- the AME had been digging with fierce abandon, and in death the dissonance it had been leaking had largely run down its arm and into that same hole. Dissonance warnings fire off, far more than any human could endure, but you're wetware-- and heavily shielded inside your Instrument anyway. Reaching down, further and further, you eventually need to all but lay upon the ground to reach an empty space somewhere far below-- and the box in question. It does not give easily, but your grip is firm, and with a distant snapping sound it finally comes free. Pulling it forth, you find yourself holding a glass-like box, the corners heavily reinforced. That had likely saved it from complete destruction, though the top is badly cracked, and its evident the Dissonance had dripped down atop-- and then inside-- it. The interior walls of the box are indeed smeared with the stuff, though as you turn the glass box-- and notice a cell-like door on one side, you see something *move* inside. [[A person.->RevealCorr]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Are you... hiding something?]] (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] The pain spreads from your throat downward, a full body tensing followed by a biting *ache*. You had been shocked immediately for asking a question after being commanded not to. Nevertheless, $Artemis answers your question. "(color: blue)[Yes. For your own protection, and everyone in this City-- but we cannot risk the structure collapsing on the asset. We must extract it-- proceed.]" Carefully, you insert your armored hand into the hole. It's deep-- the AME had been digging with fierce abandon, and in death the dissonance it had been leaking had largely run down its arm and into that same hole. Dissonance warnings fire off, far more than any human could endure, but you're wetware-- and heavily shielded inside your Instrument anyway. Reaching down, further and further, you eventually need to all but lay upon the ground to reach an empty space somewhere far below-- and the box in question. It does not give easily, but your grip is firm, and with a distant snapping sound it finally comes free. Pulling it forth, you find yourself holding a glass-like box, the corners heavily reinforced. That had likely saved it from complete destruction, though the top is badly cracked, and its evident the Dissonance had dripped down atop-- and then inside-- it. The interior walls of the box are indeed smeared with the stuff, though as you turn the glass box-- and notice a cell-like door on one side, you see something *move* inside. [[A person.->RevealCorr]]

<img alt="vstand" src="images/xxx/vstand.png"/> The figure within runs her hand *through* the Dissonance inside the glass box, clearing a space that reveals her fully. She's older than you, perhaps in her late 20s, with short blonde hair. The rest of her body is covered in a suit not altogether different from your own, glossy in the way it catches the light, but black and grey, with far more restraint points scattered across it. Several monitoring leads hang loosely from her limbs and spine, though she hardly seems to notice, instead pressing up against the glass of with a dangerous grace. (color: #FFD700)[TRITONE WARNING - (07-T)] is written in stark letter along one edge of what you now realize was a cell. Smiling, the woman slowly runs her finger through some of the dissonance nearby, spelling out a few short words. *...h e l p...* (color: white)[(font: "courier new")[(text-style: "blurrier")[???: ...help...]]] The memory breaks through your flashed mind like a lightning bolt, pure and blinding. Your previous engagement, the Entity had *spoken*-- and you had been directed at the end of that fight to... You look over, where $Two was extracting a vacuum-sealed black rectangle from the newly slain AME. It looked... almost like your own restraint frame, which meant... [[The prisoner in the cell smiles...->RevealCorr2]]

<img alt="v1" src="images/xxx/v1.png"/> The prisoner's smile is *madness*, her eyes wide, her pupils small as she appends to her own roughly scrawled message. *...let me* ***help*** *you...* "(color: blue)[Wetware $Zero--]" $Artemis breaks in, her voice stern. "(color: blue)[Place the asset on the ground and assume emergency recovery position three, immediately.]" [[Think... "Is that... a wetware, ma'am?"->AskWetter]] [[Think... "How did that much Dissonance not hurt her?"->AskSoMuch]] [[Hestiate, then think reluctantly... "...yes, ma'am."->AskReluct]] [[Don't think. Comply. Place it down, kneel.->ImmComply]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Is that...wetware, ma'am?]] (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] The shock that comes in response is long and hard, your teeth pulling tight against your ballgag, your every muscle tensing up. It hurt, it hurt so *much.* (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: What-- what is going--]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] The way $A2 seized up, it was clear her shock had been just as strong. $A5 was looking at what you held, but remained carefully silent. "(color: blue)[I'm sorry to expose you to this,]" $Artemis finally responds. "(color: blue)[We could not lose our only specimen, and we cannot let that contagion spread its influence. You were warned, and this is for your own good.]" (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Emergency Shutdown Override engaged.]] A horrific falling sensation follows, though mercifully brief, as your spinal ports are ejected and your connection to your Instrument breaks. A secondary visual feed remains, allowing you to watch in a strangely out-of-body experience as your Instrument kneels of its own accord, $A2 and $A5 doing the same. [[Think... "What... what are you doing!?"->What2]] [[Remain still, your Handler has things under control.->NoStrug2]] [[Calm down, focus on what they still allowed you.->StillAllow]]

(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: How did that much Dissonance not hurt her?]] (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] The shock that comes in response is long and hard, your teeth pulling tight against your ballgag, your every muscle tensing up. It hurt, it hurt so *much.* (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: What-- what is going--]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] The way $A2 seized up, it was clear her shock had been just as strong. $A5 was looking at what you held, but remained carefully silent. "(color: blue)[I'm sorry to expose you to this,]" $Artemis finally responds. "(color: blue)[We could not lose our only specimen, and we cannot let that contagion spread its influence. You were warned, and this is for your own good.]" (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Emergency Shutdown Override engaged.]] A horrific falling sensation follows, though mercifully brief, as your spinal ports are ejected and your connection to your Instrument breaks. A secondary visual feed remains, allowing you to watch in a strangely out-of-body experience as your Instrument kneels of its own accord, $A2 and $A5 doing the same. [[Think... "What... what are you doing!?"->What2]] [[Remain still, your Handler has things under control.->NoStrug2]] [[Calm down, focus on what they still allowed you.->StillAllow]]

You do exactly as commanded, your mind empty, without curiosity. A good wetware. Setting down the cell and its familiar prisoner, you drop to your knees. $Five remarkably does the same, but $Two remains defiant. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Hey-- what is going--]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] The way $A2 seized up, it was clear her shock had been just as strong. $A5 was looking at what you held, but remained carefully silent. "(color: blue)[I'm sorry to expose you to this,]" $Artemis finally responds. "(color: blue)[We could not lose our only specimen, and we cannot let that contagion spread its influence. Just know his is for your own good.]" (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Emergency Shutdown Override engaged.]] A horrific falling sensation follows, though mercifully brief, as your spinal ports are ejected and your connection to your Instrument breaks. A secondary visual feed remains, allowing you to watch in a strangely out-of-body experience as $A2 is forced to its knees as well. [[Think... "What... what are you doing!?"->What2]] [[Remain still, your Handler has things under control.->NoStrug2]] [[Calm down, focus on what they still allowed you.->StillAllow]]

<img alt="arty2" src="images/artemis/arty2.png"/> The shock is hard and fast, your panting audible now that you were no longer fully one with your Instrument. "(color: blue)[Don't worry, $Zero. We are dispatching field extraction teams to ensure you and the others are ejected cleanly, and we will make every effort to ensure you are taken care of. Until then, cutting all external feeds.]" You're left in the darkness as $Artemis disengages the last of your connections, leaving only your strained efforts to breath, the full intensity of your bondage so much more obvious when you had nothing else to focus on. How long you hang there, in darkness and confusion, you cannot say. But $Artemis made good on her promise, a team of hazmat-suited personnel eventually manually ejecting your Instrument's wetware slot. You emerge into night, the sun having set, $Artemis right there by your side as they work to disconnect you. Other teams are working on $Five and $Two's Instruments, but the doctors attending you spare you little time for observing their work-- or the cube-like cell still held in your Instrument's hand. Instead, they work you quickly into your straitjacket, and prepare you for transport. <img alt="newjacket" src="images/gear/newjacket.png"/> [[The Bastion isn't far.->R2Bastion]]

<img alt="arty2" src="images/artemis/arty2.png"/> You had been told by your Handler to not ask questions, she had forced you out of your Instrument's controls for a reason. There was little reason to resist-- you had been trained better than that-- so you don't. "(color: blue)[Don't worry, $Zero. We are dispatching field extraction teams to ensure you and the others are ejected cleanly, and we will make every effort to ensure you are taken care of. Until then, cutting all external feeds.]" You're left in the darkness as $Artemis disengages the last of your connections, leaving only your strained efforts to breath, the full intensity of your bondage so much more obvious when you had nothing else to focus on. How long you hang there, in darkness and discomfort, you cannot say. But $Artemis made good on her promise, a team of hazmat-suited personnel eventually manually ejecting your Instrument's wetware slot. You emerge into night, the sun having set, $Artemis right there by your side as they work to disconnect you. Other teams are working on $Five and $Two's Instruments, but the doctors attending you spare you little time for observing their work-- or the cube-like cell still held in your Instrument's hand. Instead, they work you quickly into your straitjacket, and prepare you for transport. <img alt="newjacket" src="images/gear/newjacket.png"/> [[The Bastion isn't far.->R2Bastion]]

Into the Bastion, up to the hotlabs, into a room that felt so very familiar, though you couldn't remember why. And shortly you won't have to. $Artemis had made the walk with you, always just a step ahead, but its the pair of soldiers that had half-carried you through the halls that positioned you into the chair at the center of the room. Restraints are applied to your ankles and at your neck, though your arms are already neatly locked away by the straitjacket that kept you in a permanent self-embrace. <img alt="wiper" src="images/set/wiper.png"/> "Handler $Artemis... the full sequence?" "(color: blue)[As we communicated, yes. Overwrite protocol, we will run her through twice.]" The words were stern, but for you $Artemis is soft, her usually firm expression softened somewhat. Cupping the bottom of your chin with her fingers, she looks you in your red eyes. "(color: blue)[You performed well today. This isn't a punishment. This is a safety measure. We need time to analyze what happened today, and you don't need to think-- or remember.]" [[The machine engaged, and she stepped back.->Flash22]]

<img alt="flashed" src="images/player/flashed.png"/> (color: black)[For the second time today, white overtakes you. Pure, all-consuming white.] [[It all comes tumbling down, it all comes tumbling...->Cell2]]

<img alt="flashed2" src="images/player/flashed2.png"/> (set: $Suited to false)(set: $Leashed to false)(set: $Blindfold to false)(set: $Gagged to false) *"...pssst, come on. Are you... hey."* You blink, only barely realizing that you had been staring at... nothing much at all. That thought fades away like all the rest, but you turn your head slightly, making the effort to glance at the person beside you. $Two. She's kneeling-- you both are, wearing a straitjacket much like the one you suddenly recognize holding your own arms tightly beneath your chest. You were outside... a room of some sort, in the hotlabs. *"...what happened, what did they... oh."* She had noticed the way your pupils were deeply dilated, how you had shifted your gaze back downward, any thought of responding sliding harmlessly away from a mind utterly blank. Not that you could respond, your ball gag was in, though you didn't remember it being put on. You don't remember *anything.* But your Handler is close, right beside you in fact, $Artemis speaking to Juno. And she's gently running her fingers through your hair, a simple sensation, but something for your mind to latch onto. $Two shudders. "...they're going to flash me again." That wasn't so bad, some quiet voice-- your own inner monologue-- murmurs. They had flashed you again, and you didn't feel bad. You didn't feel anything at all. [["Mmmmmmmmh..."->Skipper]]

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(color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: ...yes, ma'am.]] Good wetware did not think. It did as it was told, with a clear mind. But you struggle to keep *all* the questions at bay, their rising like bile in your throat. In the end your training lined up besides your flashed mind, and you felt yourself think the correct words. Kneeling down as ordered afterward came more easily. $Five remarkably does the same, but $Two remains defiant. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: Hey-- what is going--]] (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[02: A corrective shock has been applied to this wetware.]] The way $A2 seized up, it was clear her shock had been just as strong. $A5 was looking at what you held, but remained carefully silent. "(color: blue)[I'm sorry to expose you to this,]" $Artemis finally responds. "(color: blue)[We could not lose our only specimen, and we cannot let that contagion spread its influence. Just know his is for your own good.]" (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[00: Emergency Shutdown Override engaged.]] A horrific falling sensation follows, though mercifully brief, as your spinal ports are ejected and your connection to your Instrument breaks. A secondary visual feed remains, allowing you to watch in a strangely out-of-body experience as $A2 is forced to its knees as well. [[Think... "What... what are you doing!?"->What2]] [[Remain still, your Handler has things under control.->NoStrug2]] [[Calm down, focus on what they still allowed you.->StillAllow]]

<img alt="arty2" src="images/artemis/arty2.png"/> You were wetware, and never *really* in control. But $Artemis had not locked you out of all the systems yet, and you do your best to continue with what was left. "(color: blue)[Don't worry, $Zero. We are dispatching field extraction teams to ensure you and the others are ejected cleanly, and we will make every effort to ensure you are taken care of. Until then, cutting all external feeds.]" You're left in the darkness as $Artemis disengages the last of your connections, leaving only your strained efforts to breath, the full intensity of your bondage so much more obvious when you had nothing else to focus on. How long you hang there, in darkness and discomfort, you cannot say. But $Artemis made good on her promise, a team of hazmat-suited personnel eventually manually ejecting your Instrument's wetware slot. You emerge into night, the sun having set, $Artemis right there by your side as they work to disconnect you. Other teams are working on $Five and $Two's Instruments, but the doctors attending you spare you little time for observing their work-- or the cube-like cell still held in your Instrument's hand. Instead, they work you quickly into your straitjacket, and prepare you for transport. <img alt="newjacket" src="images/gear/newjacket.png"/> [[The Bastion isn't far.->R2Bastion]]

<img alt="float" src="images/player/float.png"/> You are warm and drifting, in a sea that could have drowned you. But precautions had been taken, every effort made to prevent that from happening. So you floated instead, staring up at a night sky without stars. There is no pain, no worry, and blessedly few thoughts. Beyond the cling of your wetsuit, you feel very little in fact. Including the passage of time. "(color: red)[What are you *doing?*]" The voice is distant, but terribly insistent. Like starburst shells over a darkened battlefield, clicking sounds echo in the distance. Not light rounds... gloved fingers, snapping sharply. Impatiently. "(color: red)[$Zero, pay attention!]" (set: $Strike to 0)(set: $SeeThings to 0)(set: $Strike2 to 0)(set: $Strike3 to 0)(set: $Strike4 to 0)(set: $ArmsBound to false)(set: $TwoHumbled to false) [[You startle back into full cognition.->EarlyTwo]]

<img alt="kneel" src="images/player/kneel.png"/> Long lashes flutter, and it takes a moment for you to realize they were your own. Had you been... daydreaming? You're certainly not floating. Looking down, you instead find yourself kneeling, the white of your plugsuit gleaming in the soft glow of a somewhat darkened room. 00 stares up at you from your own chest, your identifier, and for some reason that helps. You were $Zero. Wetware. Property of Bastion Eight, and Handler $Artemis. The snapping returned, a red hand dropping into view. "(color: red)[Are you done wasting time? I still need to do you.]" [[Look around the room.->EarlyTwoRoom]] [[Look up, at the hand.->EarlyTwoHand]]

<img alt="podhall" src="images/set/podhall.png"/> The wetware sleeping quarters surround you. Eight pods, though only three were ever used. Your bed and home. They were sealed when your assigned sleeping period was over, but two were opened now. That helped your mind settle some more. It was the mid-afternoon, though you had been up since four AM-- and had already run through a full simulation and sync test in the hotlabs. Thus your wetsuit, and the scuffing you had noticed at a few points. Being bound inside a simulator core tended to do that. "(color: red)[Alright, now you're making me angry. $Zero, you idiot!]" [[The red hand returned, finding your chin and forcing it upward.->EarlyTwoRoom2]]

<img alt="bottom" src="images/002/bottom.png"/> Your red eyes follow the equally red arm upward, and snaps more of reality back into place. You were kneeling *behind* someone. Your fellow wetware in fact. $Two. She was looking down at you expectantly, one hand on her hip. She was unhappy with you, that was clear, but its hard not to focus on the smooth curve of her rear instead. The way the sleeping quarters lights played across it was alluring indeed, her perfectly toned thighs a testament to the strict training you both endured. "Why did you stop?" Her brows are knitted low over blue eyes, but its the words that cause you to look down, only now remembering the molded sponge in your hand, decontaminant dripping from it. The sharp, tangy smell filled the room. A reassuring scent, though humans could rarely linger around it long unprotected, much less scrub it across their clothing. But that was exactly what you had been doing to $Two. Cleaning and shining her. [[But where were you?->EarlyTwoHand2]]

<img alt="bottom" src="images/002/bottom.png"/> "Well... good, I guess." She didn't seem to fully believe that. "Anyway, will you focus? As soon as you got back from sim training, $Artemis and Juno put in the order for us to report to their offices. Full uniform. You know what that means?" A sly smile overtakes her. "I heard something, but I want you to guess." [["I'm not playing your games, 02."->FightR]] [["We're... in trouble?"->TroubleR]] [["They have new training for us?"->TrainR]] [["It doesn't matter, we submit when ordered to do so."->SubR]]

<img alt="float" src="images/player/float.png"/> (set: $SeeThings to it + 1) The strange experience plays over in your mind. (if: $WindowDream is true)[It felt familiar to a memory you just barely had held onto, of staring out a window at a vast storm. Until you had been drowning... ](else-if: $PoolDream is true)[It felt familiar to a memory you just barely had held onto, of stepping into the pool in the wetware lounge, hearing a distant song...](else-if: $FightDream is true)[It felt familiar to a memory you just barely had held onto, of staring down a monster in the rain, its red eye drowning you...](else:)[You don't recall anything like it, though that could mean little given how often you were flashed.] "See things?" $Two brushed your question aside a little too quickly. "Stop wasting time. Will you focus? As soon as you got back from sim training, $Artemis and Juno put in the order for us to report to their offices. Full uniform. You know what that means?" A sly smile overtakes her. "I heard something, but I want you to guess." [["I'm not playing your games, 02."->FightR]] [["We're... in trouble?"->TroubleR]] [["They have new training for us?"->TrainR]] [["It doesn't matter, we submit when ordered to do so."->SubR]]

<img alt="podhall" src="images/set/podhall.png"/> The wetware sleeping quarters, a glance reveals. Eight pods, though only three were ever used. Your bed and home. They were sealed when your assigned sleeping period was over, but two were opened now. That helped your mind settle some more. It was the mid-afternoon, though you had been up since four AM-- and had already run through a full simulation and sync test in the hotlabs. Thus your wetsuit, and the scuffing you had noticed at a few points. Being bound inside a simulator core tended to do that. "You, uh, alright?" That was $Two again. She wasn't *concerned*, or certainly seemed to be telling herself that. [["I'm fine."->TwoRFine]] [["Do you ever... see things?"->TwoSeeThing]]

<img alt="crossed" src="images/002/crossed.png"/> (set: $Strike to it + 1) $Two huffs at that. "Then I won't even tell you!" Despite her assertion, she doesn't hold back for long. "Just get back to shining, then I'll do you. And I'll tell you anyway, because it's a good one." You do at least start working on her calves again. A command for full uniform did not just mean being in your wetsuit, it meant being impeccably shined too. The sponge glides easily along her suit, wiping away any stray particulars that it did not simply burn off. "Some of the guards were here earlier, while you were in-sim. Searching for contraband. They made me stand in the corner, you know usual stuff, but while I was there I saw them doing something to one of the empty pods. The one next to yours?" She had pointed. As $Zero you had the top pod nearest the door. $Two's was to the left, but beneath your own the space had always been unused. The pod itself was still closed, but the nameplate was no longer barren. (color: orange)[**Wetware 01-P**] [["We're getting a new wetware?"->NewWet]] [["P-- that means provisional."->NewP]]

<img alt="2smug" src="images/002/2smug.png"/> $Two barked out a clipped laugh, clearly pleased to know something you didn't. But she doesn't hold that particular card long, instead playing it eagerly. "Maybe, but I think its something else. Get back to shining, and I'll do you afterward. But in the meantime, I'll tell you." You do at least start working on her calves again. A command for full uniform did not just mean being in your wetsuit, it meant being impeccably shined too. The sponge glides easily along her suit, wiping away any stray particulars that it did not simply burn off. "Some of the guards were here earlier, while you were in-sim. Searching for contraband. They made me stand in the corner, you know usual stuff, but while I was there I saw them doing something to one of the empty pods. The one next to yours?" She had pointed. As $Zero you had the top pod nearest the door. $Two's was to the left, but beneath your own the space had always been unused. The pod itself was still closed, but the nameplate was no longer barren. (color: orange)[**Wetware 01-P**] [["We're getting a new wetware?"->NewWet]] [["P-- that means provisional."->NewP]]

<img alt="2smug" src="images/002/2smug.png"/> $Two barked out a clipped laugh, clearly pleased to know something you didn't. But she doesn't hold that particular card long, instead playing it eagerly. "They always have new training, and besides, they don't call us to their offices for that. Get back to shining, and I'll do you afterward. But in the meantime, I'll tell you." You do at least start working on her calves again. A command for full uniform did not just mean being in your wetsuit, it meant being impeccably shined too. The sponge glides easily along her suit, wiping away any stray particulars that it did not simply burn off. "Some of the guards were here earlier, while you were in-sim. Searching for contraband. They made me stand in the corner, you know usual stuff, but while I was there I saw them doing something to one of the empty pods. The one next to yours?" She had pointed. As $Zero you had the top pod nearest the door. $Two's was to the left, but beneath your own the space had always been unused. The pod itself was still closed, but the nameplate was no longer barren. (color: orange)[**Wetware 01-P**] [["We're getting a new wetware?"->NewWet]] [["P-- that means provisional."->NewP]]

<img alt="2dom" src="images/002/2dom.png"/> (set: $Strike to it - 1) $Two looked down at you again, then smiled slightly, her lips red and inviting. "Good girl. That's the wetware answer, right? Get back to shining, and I'll do you afterward. And I'll tell you what I know." You do at least start working on her calves again. A command for full uniform did not just mean being in your wetsuit, it meant being impeccably shined too. The sponge glides easily along her suit, wiping away any stray particulars that it did not simply burn off. "Some of the guards were here earlier, while you were in-sim. Searching for contraband. They made me stand in the corner, you know usual stuff, but while I was there I saw them doing something to one of the empty pods. The one next to yours?" She had pointed. As $Zero you had the top pod nearest the door. $Two's was to the left, but beneath your own the space had always been unused. The pod itself was still closed, but the nameplate was no longer barren. (color: orange)[**Wetware 01-P**] [["We're getting a new wetware?"->NewWet]] [["P-- that means provisional."->NewP]]

"That's what I'm thinking. Makes sense-- we only have the bare minimum to keep up a standard rotation, and $Five is getting so *old*. I won't be the newest activation now, either." That was all true, to an extent. $Five had a couple years left in her service life, but they had already begun slowing her flash schedule. And $Two was the newest of the Wetware, though your own activation had been only about a month earlier. Vaguely you recall talk of the Bastion being dangerously low on Wetware back then, but you honestly can't recall if that was true. Activation was a... demanding process. $Two seemed to be thinking along similar lines. "If I'm right, we probably won't see much of them for awhile. (color: orange)[01-P] means *provisional*, and that means starting a flash schedule and testing Instrument syncs till you puke. $Five told me they kept you and I mostly in isolation, when going through that." She shrugs. "We don't need the help, but having a fourth person in rotation means less time on standby. That sounds good to me. But breaking in a new girl, that will take work. Hopefully she's been trained to listen to more experienced wetware." As if on cue, she tapped her hip with a gloved hand. "Keep shining, $Zero." Frustratingly, you *had* been just about to stand and progress your work upward. [[Hesitate, give her thighs another pass. Make her wait.->WaitShine]] [[Move up to her hips.->SilentHip]] [["Yes, 02." Start on her hips.->SpeakHip]]

"(color: orange)[01-P]? Yeah. Which means we probably won't see much of them for awhile. Probably just starting their flash schedule and running sync tests till they puke. I wonder if they are planning ahead for $Five's retirement. At least I finally won't be the newest activation either." That was all true, to an extent. $Five had a couple years left in her service life, but they had already begun slowing her flash schedule. And $Two was the newest of the Wetware, though your own activation had been only about a month earlier. Vaguely you recall talk of the Bastion being dangerously low on Wetware back then, but you honestly can't recall if that was true. Activation was a... demanding process. $Two seemed to be thinking along similar lines. "$Five told me they kept you and I mostly in isolation, when going through activation. Whatever, We don't need the help, but having a fourth person in rotation means less time on standby. That sounds good to me. But breaking in a new girl, that will take work. Hopefully she's been trained to listen to more experienced wetware." As if on cue, she tapped her hip with a gloved hand. "Keep shining, $Zero." Frustratingly, you *had* been just about to stand and progress your work upward. [[Hesitate, give her thighs another pass. Make her wait.->WaitShine]] [[Move up to her hips.->SilentHip]] [["Yes, 02." Start on her hips.->SpeakHip]]

<img alt="crossed" src="images/002/crossed.png"/> (set: $Strike to it + 1) The fact you had not stopped, but merely given her thighs more work, keeps $Two quiet. But she eyes you sharply, observing as you stand and finally deigned to move up to her hips. "By the way, I wanted to ask you-- did you read the reports on our last deployment?" You had, of course, that was part of your duties. Since you could not be slotted into your Instrument without being flashed, and memories rarely stuck in your mind so soon after a flash, it was standard practice for your Handler to prepare an after-action report and debrief to go over how you had done. (if: $02Health < 2)[$Two glared at you. "You didn't support me out there, like-- at all. Not only did I have to hold off a full perimeter breach for, like, *ever* before you arrived, I got damaged and drenched in Dissonance.](else-if: $Battle2Fate < 4)[$Two glared at you. "You weren't very useful support out there, like-- at all. Not only did I have to hold off a full perimeter breach for way too long, you went and got knocked out of the fight early.](else-if: $AgHealth < 2)[$Two glared at you. "You weren't very useful support out there, like-- at all. Not only did I have to hold off a full perimeter breach for way too long, when you finally arrived you let the fields get soaked in Dissonance. Protecting them was part of the mission.](else:)[$Two glared at you. "You did better than I expected... but you still took *forever* to get out there and support me. I had to hold off a full blown perimeter breach by myself!]" Just in time, you had circled around her front, working the sponge across her lower abdomen. She was toned there too, but its that glare above that holds your attention. "You need to make it up to me. How about... you touch yourself, between the legs." You halt, the imprinted training that survived even the worst of flashes immediately declaring that a *bad idea*. Though you could always touch *her* between the legs instead. In the name of shining her. [["We're not supposed to do that, Two."->NotTouch]] [[Touch HER between the legs, instead.->TouchTwo]] [[Ignore her request entirely.->IgnoreTwo]] [["Yes, Wetware Two." Touch yourself.->TouchSelf]] [[Silently touch yourself.->TouchSelf]]

<img alt="2smug" src="images/002/2smug.png"/> (set: $Strike to it - 1) Your silent acceptance, coincidental as it was, seems to please $Two. She watches your efforts with a triumphant little gleam in her eyes. "By the way, I wanted to ask you-- did you read the reports on our last deployment?" You had, of course, that was part of your duties. Since you could not be slotted into your Instrument without being flashed, and memories rarely stuck in your mind so soon after a flash, it was standard practice for your Handler to prepare an after-action report and debrief to go over how you had done. (if: $02Health < 2)[$Two glared at you. "You didn't support me out there, like-- at all. Not only did I have to hold off a full perimeter breach for, like, *ever* before you arrived, I got damaged and drenched in Dissonance.](else-if: $Battle2Fate < 4)[$Two glared at you. "You weren't very useful support out there, like-- at all. Not only did I have to hold off a full perimeter breach for way too long, you went and got knocked out of the fight early.](else-if: $AgHealth < 2)[$Two glared at you. "You weren't very useful support out there, like-- at all. Not only did I have to hold off a full perimeter breach for way too long, when you finally arrived you let the fields get soaked in Dissonance. Protecting them was part of the mission.](else:)[$Two glared at you. "You did better than I expected... but you still took *forever* to get out there and support me. I had to hold off a full blown perimeter breach by myself!]" Just in time, you had circled around her front, working the sponge across her lower abdomen. She was toned there too, but its that glare above that holds your attention. "You need to make it up to me. How about... you touch yourself, between the legs." You halt, the imprinted training that survived even the worst of flashes immediately declaring that a *bad idea*. Though you could always touch *her* between the legs instead. In the name of shining her. [["We're not supposed to do that, Two."->NotTouch]] [[Touch HER between the legs, instead.->TouchTwo]] [[Ignore her request entirely.->IgnoreTwo]] [["Yes, Wetware Two." Touch yourself.->TouchSelf]] [[Silently touch yourself.->TouchSelf]]

<img alt="front" src="images/002/front.png"/> (set: $Strike to it - 2) Your verbal acknowledgement, so much like a proper wetware submitting to the order of a superior, earns an actual smile from $Two. "By the way, I wanted to ask you-- did you read the reports on our last deployment?" You had, of course, that was part of your duties. Since you could not be slotted into your Instrument without being flashed, and memories rarely stuck in your mind so soon after a flash, it was standard practice for your Handler to prepare an after-action report and debrief to go over how you had done. (if: $02Health < 2)[$Two glared at you. "You didn't support me out there, like-- at all. Not only did I have to hold off a full perimeter breach for, like, *ever* before you arrived, I got damaged and drenched in Dissonance.](else-if: $Battle2Fate < 4)[$Two glared at you. "You weren't very useful support out there, like-- at all. Not only did I have to hold off a full perimeter breach for way too long, you went and got knocked out of the fight early.](else-if: $AgHealth < 2)[$Two glared at you. "You weren't very useful support out there, like-- at all. Not only did I have to hold off a full perimeter breach for way too long, when you finally arrived you let the fields get soaked in Dissonance. Protecting them was part of the mission.](else:)[$Two glared at you. "You did better than I expected... but you still took *forever* to get out there and support me. I had to hold off a full blown perimeter breach by myself!]" Just in time, you had circled around her front, working the sponge across her lower abdomen. She was toned there too, but its that glare above that holds your attention. "You need to make it up to me. How about... you touch yourself, between the legs." You halt, the imprinted training that survived even the worst of flashes immediately declaring that a *bad idea*. Though you could always touch *her* between the legs instead. In the name of shining her. [["We're not supposed to do that, Two."->NotTouch]] [[Touch HER between the legs, instead.->TouchTwo]] [[Ignore her request entirely.->IgnoreTwo]] [["Yes, Wetware Two." Touch yourself.->TouchSelf]] [[Silently touch yourself.->TouchSelf]]

$Two groans, rolling her eyes along the way. "Duh. That's why I'm telling you to do it. That's the only way you're going to make it up to me." [[Touch HER between the legs, instead.->TouchTwo]] [[Ignore her request.->IgnoreTwo]] [["Yes, Wetware Two." Touch yourself.->TouchSelf]] [[Silently touch yourself.->TouchSelf]]

<img alt="wince" src="images/player/wince.png"/> You reach out, sponge in your gloved hand, and press the black of it into the space between her legs. It was *so* easy, fit as $Two was her thighs formed an inverted triangle of open space even when her feet were together. An almost *inviting* space, that as soon as you touched burned you. Or at least that's how it felt. In truth the sensation started at the choker around your throat, then ran down your implanted spinal rig. From there the raw *shock* spread to every nerve ending in your body, an agonizing pain you could neither fight nor escape. But you *could* comply. There was a pulse in the shock, so quick-firing anyone without your implants would have lost it in the overwhelming pain. You feel it though, a deeply imprinted command spoken without words. *Kneel, arms back, wrists together.* Like an animal acting on instinct you do just that, dropping to your knees in a singular fluid moment. The pain is insistent, demanding you comply entirely. Arms back, wrists together... (set: $Strike4 to 2) [[...you look up and realize you're not alone.->TouchTwo2]]

<img alt="crossed" src="images/002/crossed.png"/> You pointedly ignore $Two's request, an effort that grows harder by the moment as her stare bores into you. She even crossed her arms to sell the effect, but you knew better than to fall to her little ruse. To touch yourself-- or her for that matter-- would have triggered one of your fundamental monitoring triggers. Collar, suit, and implants would have conspired to recognized the movement as masturbation-- and that was in fact strictly forbidden, the penalties for breaking that rule escalating with each violation. The first for the day would shock and enforce a resetting pose. A second transgression would actually lock your wrist cuffs together. "Fine," $Two finally sniffed, looking away even as she spread her arms. (set: $Strike to it + 1) [["Just finish shining me."->TwoShineContinue]]

<img alt="wince" src="images/player/wince.png"/> You reach down, the white of your gloved hand seeking the equally alabaster rubber between your legs. It was *so* easy, long months of training having left you toned and fit, your hand sliding easily into the inverted triangle of open space left just beneath your womanhood. A *forbidden* place, that burned as soon as you touched. Or at least that's how it felt. In truth the sensation started at the choker around your throat, then ran down your implanted spinal rig. From there the raw *shock* spread to every nerve ending in your body, an agonizing pain you could neither fight nor escape. But you *could* comply. There was a pulse in the shock, so quick-firing anyone without your implants would have lost it in the overwhelming pain. You feel it though, a deeply imprinted command spoken without words. *Kneel, arms back, wrists together.* Like an animal acting on instinct you do just that, dropping to your knees in a singular fluid moment. The pain is insistent, demanding you comply entirely. Arms back, wrists together... (set: $Strike4 to 1) [[...you look up and see Two watching you in amusement.->TouchSelf2]]

<img alt="angrykneel" src="images/002/angrykneel.png"/> $Two knelt before you, her position a mirror of your own. Legs spread, arms back, wrists together. Panting, the shock she had been enduring having only cut off once she took the pose. Your collar had been sated as well, but that liberty only sees your fellow wetware lean forward, her words stumbling a bit before she took a deep breath and tried again. (set: $Strike to it + 2) "I... c-can't believe you triggered both of us!" She meant one of the fundamental monitoring triggers your collar, suit, and implants colluded to enforce. Wetware were not allowed to touch themselves between the legs, nor touch other wetware. Masturbation was in fact strictly forbidden, and the penalties for breaking that rule escalated with each violation. The first for the day would shock and enforce a resetting pose, as you both had just undergone. A second transgression would actually lock your wrist cuffs together. For now however $Two pushed herself back to her feet, knees quivering for a few moments before her frayed nerves reasserted themselves. She gave you an angry look, but couldn't hold it, pointedly glaring at the far wall as she held out her arms. [["Just finish shining me."->TwoShineContinue]]

<img alt="front" src="images/002/front.png"/> Only her shoulders and chest remained, both of which you shined diligently-- despite all her teasing, it had been your Handler who had requested the effort. At least indirectly. You were content with silence, but $Two quickly started to fidget before she finally spoke again. "(if: $SeeThings is 1)[You mentioned... *seeing things*, before.](else:)[I need to... ask you something. "Do you ever, uh, *see strange things*?" You search your memories. (if: $WindowDream is true)[One comes to you, just barely held onto, of staring out a window at a vast storm. Until you had been drowning... ](else-if: $PoolDream is true)[One comes to you, just barely held onto, of stepping into the pool in the wetware lounge, hearing a distant song...](else-if: $FightDream is true)[One comes to you, just barely held onto, of staring down a monster in the rain, its red eye drowning you...](else:)[You don't recall anything like that, though that could mean little given how often you were flashed.]] "You remember anything about our last deployment? *After* the fight, I mean?" [["You said you read the After-Action report, like I did."->AfterAction]] [["Memories are for humans, we have reports."->NoMem]] [[Try to remember.->TryRem]]

<img alt="2dom" src="images/002/2dom.png"/> Panting softly, you're heartened by the shock finally ending as you took the full pose. Your collar had been sated, but that only seemed to disappoint $Two a bit. (set: $Strike to it - 1) "You know you're not supposed to trigger yourself, $Zero..." She meant one of the fundamental monitoring triggers your collar, suit, and implants colluded to enforce. Wetware were not allowed to touch themselves between the legs, nor touch other wetware. Masturbation was in fact strictly forbidden, and the penalties for breaking that rule escalated with each violation. The first for the day would shock and enforce a resetting pose, as you had just undergone. A second transgression would actually lock your wrist cuffs together. "You're so submissive and docile you just comply without even thinking," she complains, despite it being her own command that had seen you punished. "You're like a doll." $Two sniffed at that, only for her gloved hand to gesture with two outstretched fingers. [["On your feet, wetware. Finish your work."->TwoShineContinue]]

"Yeah, I did. And *of course* you did. But I'm not asking if you read the reports, I'm asking if you remember anything after the fight ended. Anything at all?" Two raised a strawberry red brow. [["Memories are for humans, we have reports."->NoMem]] [[Try to remember.->TryRem]]

You make the effort to *try*, aligning what the after-action reports had asserted against what your mind could dredge up. You had fought a Dissonant Entity that had led the attack on the city, (if: $Battle2Fate is 1)[but had been overcome by the effort and Dissonance exposure. An orgasm had forced your Instrument to reset, and in the meantime $Five had arrived to finish the monster off.](if: $Battle2Fate is 2)[but your Instrument had taken severe damage in the fight, a near-shutdown just barely avoided. $Five had luckily arrived in time to finish the fight.](if: $Battle2Fate is 3)[but had been overcome by the sheer physical effort of keeping up with the monster and its minions. Luckily $Five had arrived to finish it off.](if: $Battle2Fate is 4)[sacrificing other resources to overcome the monster and strike it down yourself, a dramatic victory.](if: $Battle2Fate is 5)[a grueling campaign that had nearly ended in defeat when it deployed a Dissonance-type weapon against you directly. You had been forced to orgasm, and only $Five's dramatic arrival had saved you.](if: $Battle2Fate is 6)[carefully managing your resources. Working together with $Two, you had finally struck the monster down in a coordinated attack.](if: $Battle2Fate is 7)[an absolutely grueling campaign that had seen you preserve your allies and the very land itself, but unable to finish the monster until $Five arrived with her greatsword.] But what had come after? Usually you could recall snippets of post-action effort, it was far enough away from the pre-combat flash, but here there is only a yawning black. Empty, but *not*, if you dared to push yourself harder. You could almost see it, though what *it* was remained unclear for the moment. The only thing you're sure of is something lingering alongside it, a... rhythm of sorts. [["I can't remember well enough, $Two."->RemAbandon]] [[Shake your head. It was no use.->RemAbandon]] [[Push yourself. Remember.->TryRem2]]

<img alt="2angry" src="images/002/2angry.gif"/> (set: $Strike to it - 1) $Two rolls her eyes so hard you half expect them to enter orbit. Somewhere along the way she sticks her tongue out. "Can you not be the *perfect little wetware* for five seconds and just *think*, $Zero? Come on, you have to remember... something, if you try." [[Try to remember.->TryRem]] [["Our purpose is to be flashed, memories only inhibit our function."->NoMem2]]

"Ugh!" $Two might have very well stormed off right there, hand you not been putting the final touches on her shining job. Instead she satisfies herself with a glare directed your way that could pierce an Instrument's armor. "Fine then. We won't talk about it-- I'll just ask $Five when I get a chance anyway. She was there, and I just can't help but feel like I'm forgetting something... important, that happened. Here!" She snatched the sponge from your hands, pouring more of the metal flask that contained the decontaminant across it. "Let me do you." [[She doesn't really give you a choice.->PlayerShine]]

<img alt="sider" src="images/player/sider.png"/> Crouching down to start at your boots, $Two applies the sponge with a forcefulness that spoke to her lack of general patience-- and intention to do it *right*. You're certain you would soon be the glossiest wetware in the Bastion, if she had anything to say about it. For once that effort seems to consume her, giving you a rare opportunity to lead the conversation yourself, if you so chose. It's unlikely she would entertain them once she completed your shining. [[Questions rise to your tongue.->ShineHub]]

<img alt="concerned" src="images/002/concerned.png"/> $Two leans in, her lips somewhere approaching a pout. "Ugh. I can't remember anything, but I was hoping you would... *whatever*. It doesn't matter I guess, I can just ask $Five anyway. Here!" She snatched the sponge from your hands, pouring more of the metal flask that contained the decontaminant across it. "Let me do you." [[She doesn't really give you a choice.->PlayerShine]]

<img alt="flashed2" src="images/player/flashed2.png"/> You close your eyes, seeking out those shattered memories, trying to piece them together. It was *hard*. Nigh impossible in fact. Each flash made the next more effective, a compounding effect, and you had been flashed *a lot*. Dozens of times, perhaps hundreds. And yet that train of thought revealed something hidden, an errant crease upon the blank canvas that was your mind. You remember... lights around your head, more aligning with your eyes. They grow brighter and brighter, a *flash* that would leave you dazed and compliant. But... it wasn't the one you had endured before combat, was it? Had you been flashed since then? The rhythm in your mind reveals itself to be something more. A... song? [[Push harder.->TryRem3]] [[Stop, but tell Two what you saw.->EndRem2]] [[Stop, and don't tell Two what you saw...->RemAbandon]]

You knew you were lucky to have even stumbled on what you had found, but curiosity pushes you onward. What about the hours before that? It was like trying to discern a picture that had been atomized, reduced to sand that slid forever through your fingers. You don't have anything to grab onto, and that leaves you only with a vague suggestion of that which you couldn't remember. A *vibe*. Of... a woman in a dark wetsuit? Of wild... *wild* eyes. <img alt="v2" src="images/xxx/v2.png"/> And of a song, so sweet and *dangerous*. It was fractured and dissonant as everything else, but you might have tried piecing it back together, to follow it. [[Instead you're slapped across the face.->TryRemEnd3]]

<img alt="concerned" src="images/002/concerned.png"/> You tell $Two what you had seen, a second flash that *may* have happened somewhere between your last deployment and now. She listens intently, clearly curious. "It might have been a maintenance flash," she suggested. "I wish Juno let me have a calendar, we could keep track. But that's contraband." $Two tapped a finger to her lips. "But if it wasn't... were they protecting us, or hiding something? I bet hiding. They're always saying stuff like that is for our protection, but I'm strong, I could take it!" As if noticing you were her only audience for the declaration, she huffs again, looking away. "You tried at least. Thanks, or whatever. Here." She snatched the sponge from your hands, pouring more of the metal flask that contained the decontaminant across it. "Let me do you." [[She doesn't really give you a choice.->PlayerShine]]

<img alt="concerned" src="images/002/concerned.png"/> $Two stood before you, her lips somewhere between a pout and an expression of concern. Her palm, the one that had just *slapped* you, moves down to rest on her hips. "I didn't ask you to kill yourself trying," she snapped, hiding a clear relief you had emerged from your thoughts. "You're bleeding." Indeed you were. Reaching up, you feel a slickness beneath your nose-- a bit of blood. $Two grabs a small bit of cloth from her pod, offering it to you. Wiping it away gives you a moment to collect yourself, but $Two's curiosity only builds in that time. "So... do you remember something? (set: $SeeThings to it + 1) [[Tell her.->TellTwoAll]] [[Don't tell her.->RemAbandon]]

<img alt="concerned" src="images/002/concerned.png"/> (set: $SeeThings to it + 1) You tell $Two what you had seen, a second flash that *may* have happened somewhere between your last deployment and now, and a... dark wetware. She listens intently, clearly curious. "It might have been a maintenance flash," she suggested. "I wish Juno let me have a calendar, we could keep track. But that's contraband." $Two tapped a finger to her lips. "But if it wasn't... were they protecting us, or hiding something? I bet hiding. They're always saying stuff like that is for our protection, but I'm strong, I could take it!" As if noticing you were her only audience for the declaration, she huffs again, moving on. "Another wetware? Was there another one, when you were Activated? Or... ugh, that could mean anything, or it could have been just been your brain melting. Forget I asked!" Nevertheless, she was clearly thinking about it intently, even as she snatched the sponge from your hands. Pouring more of the metal flask that contained the decontaminant across it, she gestured impatiently. "Let me do you. And... thanks, for trying at least." [[She doesn't really give you a choice.->PlayerShine]]

<img alt="halfbody" src="images/player/halfbody.png"/> (set: $Strike2 to it + 1) (if: $Strike2 is 1)[$Two works diligently on your calves, her touch subdued by the rubber that coated your legs and her fingers. There is plenty of time to ask her questions.](else-if: $Strike2 is 2)[$Two runs the sponge across your thighs and hips, pointedly avoiding the space between your legs. You still have time to ask her questions.](else-if: $Strike2 is 3)[$Two has moved up to your waist, the scent of decontaminant strong now. Apparently it made humans faint, thus their tendency to wear breathers in the Decontamination Bay where Instruments were stored, but it didn't really bother you. You only have a little time left to ask $Two questions.](else-if: $Strike2 is 4)[$Two works on the final portions of your wetsuit, adding a thick gleam to your chest and shoulders. She spends only the absolute minimum amount of time necessary on your chest, wary of triggering a punishment for teasing that secondary erogenous zone. There is barely any time left to question her.](else:)[$Two finishes her work on you with a flourish, a final polish to the small pack that mounted on your back the last component. Then she circles you, examining her work. "Make sure to check your makeup, then we can head up to the hotlabs."] (if: $Strike2 > 4)[[[Two grabs her cosmetic pack from her pod and does the same.->MakeCheck]]](else:)[[[Remain silent.->QSilent]] [["Do you... remember the time before your Activation?"->AskBack]] [["What do you think of humans?"->AskHumans]] [["Have you met Doctor Kasa yet?"->AskKasa]] [["About our deployment awhile ago, two battles ago..."->AskWet]] [["Do you ever... dream, Two?"->AskDream]] (if: $PoolDream is true or $WindowDream is true or $FightDream is true)[[["Do you ever... feel like you're floating, or drowning?->AskFloat]]]]

<img alt="front" src="images/player/front.png"/> Dropping your arms and observing your glossy body, you take $Two's suggestion-- or was it a command? Either way, your gloved hand fings your cosmetic pack, and the mirror on your pod provides a reflective surface with which you touch up your makeup. Just the standard application of course, a thickening of your lashes, darkened eyelids, brightened creases, foundation and the like. The final piece are your neural monitors, the white components clipped dutifully into your hair. You are presentable, ready for service. That felt good. $Two's voice interrupts. "Good, now turn around and open your mouth." [["What?"->PostShine]] [[You comply without a second thought.->PostShineFast]]

<img alt="confused" src="images/002/confused.png"/> (set: $Strike3 to it + 1)(set: $Strike to it - 1) (if: $Strike3 is 1)[You choose to remain silent. Dutiful. The perfect wetware. And despite her focus, that seems to get on $Two's nerves. "You're so *passive*," she complains, sighing dramatically. "I'm half surprised $Artemis doesn't just keep you in a training tank between deployments. You're useless as a person."](else-if: $Strike3 is 2)[Sticking to silence once again, $Two continues her work for a good minute this time before she cannot help but fill the voice. "I bet that's how your sync scores are so high. No thoughts that aren't commands from your Handler, or training imprinting. Like a doll."](else-if: $Strike3 is 3)[More silence draws an open scoff from $Two. "Just because your sync scores are so high, and you have so many combat kills doesn't mean you're better than me. I bet my service life will be longer, I bounce back from flashes faster."](else-if: $Strike3 is 4)["Ugh!" $Two stomped her foot. "You're just stupid wetware, you know that? You're not better than me, and you never will be! Just because you're silent and docile, submissive and perfect... I'll show you! See? Done."](else:)[YOU BROKE ME, REPORT 02 Question Quiet] [[Why did she struggle so much?->ShineHub]]

<img alt="crossed" src="images/002/crossed.png"/> $Two glances up from her work only long enough to roll her eyes. "Of course not. You know how it works. When you're provisional you get some very targeted flashes, to help that fall away. It's all distraction anyway, messes with sync rates. And then you get your first full spectrum flash, like we get every mission-- and that blows out whatever crumbs the other stuff missed." She pauses, focusing on a particular spot on your suit that needed the extra attention. Eventually satisfied, she meets your eyes again. "I don't care what I was before, this is what I was *born* to be. I'd hate being... regular, or whatever. What about you?" She gestures vaguely. "I mean, if you could even remember before you were wetware, would you care?" [["Yeah, I would. I'd like to know."->KnowWet]] [["I haven't really thought about it."->NotThought]] [[Shrug silently.->NotThought]] [["No, I like being wetware too."->KnowButYes]] [["No, that is not my purpose."->NoKnow]]

<img alt="front" src="images/002/front.png"/> $Two flicks a bit of her hair out of the way. "What, like the ones on our support staffs? Some of them are alright. Our Handlers, you know. At least they *understand*. I hate how most of the others think we're weak, or whatever. I'm not. Just because we need to be restrained sometimes to operate efficiently doesn't mean they're better than us." [["It does mean you're submissive, though."->HumSub]] [[Nod quietly in response.->Hummid]] [["We are fragile components, they do what is necessary."->HumFrag]]

<img alt="confused" src="images/002/confused.png"/> "Yeah, though I think she's primarily assigned to your hot lab team." $Two pauses, observing your shine in the light before continuing both her work and words. "She doesn't seem like most of the other doctors, and that's good in some ways. Doesn't jump immediately to the shock collar or gag when you say how it really is. But she seems... I don't know, soft or something. I heard one of my doctors saying she was trying to implement some new training program for us, a few days ago." $Two grumbled at that. "It better not be more imprinting in the tanks." [[Imprinting was never fun, that's true.->ShineHub]]

(if: $2Fate is 1)[<img alt="pout" src="images/002/pout.png"/> "You mean the one in the corrupted forest, where you let that Entity get all over me? You mean the one where I got put into my Discipline Suit?!" $Two grumbled something under her breath. "I wish I could forget it, but that's *designed* to survive flashing. So what-- why are you asking?" [["You looked good in your Discipline Suit."->GoodDisc]] [["Just checking if you remembered..."->NueterResponse]] [["You needed to be punished, so it didn't happen again."->SubDisc]]](else-if: $2Fate is 2)[<img alt="pout" src="images/002/pout.png"/> "You mean when we *both* got put into Discipline Suits!?" $Two grumbled something under her breath. "I wish I could forget it, but that's *designed* to survive flashing. So what-- why are you asking?" [["You looked good in your Discipline Suit."->GoodDisc]] [["Just checking if you remembered..."->NueterResponse]] [["You needed the training, it was best for us."->DoubleSubDisc]]](else-if: $2Fate is 3)[<img alt="teeth" src="images/002/teeth.png"/> "You mean the one where I kicked that Entity straight back into the corrupted forest goop it crawled out of, and got rewarded with a vibe? That sort of thing is *designed* to survive flashing." As if afraid the memory would be taken from her, she looked up defensively. "Why-- what do you care?" [["You deserved it, for helping. That's all."->SoftSubby]] [["Just checking if you remembered..."->NueterResponse]] [["Listening to you moan was wonderful..."->MoanSubby]]](else-if: $2Fate is 4)[<img alt="pout" src="images/002/pout.png"/> "You mean the one in the corrupted forest? You mean the one where you didn't support me like you should have, and I got put into an imprinting tank for further training afterward?!" $Two grumbled something under her breath. "I wish I could forget it, but that's *designed* to survive flashing. So what-- why are you asking?" [["I just know you hate imprinting, it's not so bad..."->ImpNotBad]] [["Just checking if you remembered..."->NueterResponse]] [["Imprinting helps us serve better."->SoftImp]]](else:)[Two's Fate in Last Battle not set!]

<img alt="confused" src="images/002/confused.png"/> "Dream?" $Two confronts the word cautiously. It takes you several moments to realize she was struggling to understand it at all. After a long moment you glimpse some recognition in her bright eyes. "Oh, right. It's like when you *see* things, while sleeping? Kind of like following a song." She clearly didn't like thinking about it. "No-- wetware don't *do* that. Dream, I mean. I've heard humans do, and maybe we did when we were kids or whatever, but I don't remember that. It seems weird. How are they not tired afterward?" $Two shakes her head, long red hair gliding across her shoulders. "Either I'm too exhausted to keep my eyes open at the end of the day, or Juno gives me sedatives. She doesn't like me wasting time laying awake. What about you?" *An interesting question, but one you knew the answer to. Most of your days were packed with training, standby procedures, or testing. By the time you got back to your pod, it was a struggle to crawl into the sealed chamber to collapse upon its soft padding. And those nights you happened to have a rest period in the event, $Artemis or one of the doctors *did* give you a sedative injection. That must have been standard procedure. Either way, you certainly didn't dream. You can't even remember where you heard the word before.* [["I don't, but I want to. It sounds... interesting."->DreamDom]] [["Artemis sedates me as well."->DreamSedate]] [["No, dreams are for humans."->DreamSub]]

<img alt="pout" src="images/002/pout.png"/> $Two halts her work, red brows settling over her cerulean blue eyes in the sort of posture that suggested she would not brook argument or dissent. "Like you're drowning... but it feels *so good*?" She searches your expression, though you're unsure what she sought. [["N-Nevermind, I shouldn't have brought it up."->RefuseFloat]] [["Yeah..."->YesFloat]]

$Two narrows her eyes, as if disagreeing was a personal insult. "Well that's stupid." She doesn't hold your gaze however, and she seems to be thinking the matter over further. (set: $Strike to it + 1) [[The topic lapses.->ShineHub]]

"Then why did you ask me about it, then?" She scoffs in response. Idly she pushes her hair out of her eyes, careful not to get the decontaminate on her face. [[The topic lapses.->ShineHub]]

"You're so submissive," $Two replies, though she doesn't sound mocking-- for once. "But you're not wrong, this *once.*" (set: $Strike to it - 1) [[The topic lapses.->ShineHub]]

"Yeah?" She seems to like such stark agreement. "Well... yeah. It doesn't matter what we came from, it matters that we're the only ones capable of being wetware. So we have to sacrifice some stuff, who cares?" [[Who indeed?->ShineHub]]

"No it doesn't!" $Two responds immediately. "It just... look, I know what our SUBM rating is, alright? It's on my ID card, I'm not stupid. But that doesn't mean I have to, like... *like* it. Like you." (set: $Strike to it + 1) It's quite the claim to make while wearing her wetsuit, mag-cuffs ready and waiting. [[She doesn't seem to want to discuss it further.->ShineHub]]

Agreeing with $Two was always a means of earning her approval, or at least her tolerance. That doesn't stop her from huffing quietly, as if she *wanted* you to challenge her, before returning to her work. [[Two was rarely pleased.->ShineHub]]

"I'm not *fragile*!" $Two shoots back immediately. "I'm the key component in Instrument 02, sure, but that just makes me *important*. There is a difference, and you're lucky I'm here to always protect you." (set: $Strike to it - 1) [[She forces your limb out a bit, shining you further.->ShineHub]]

"Nobody looks good in-- ugh." (set: $Strike to it + 1) Just how much she remembered of her time in the suit isn't clear-- and $Two certainly doesn't appear ready to tell you. Instead she focuses more on her work, a hand on your shoulder adjusting where you stood, as if the barest change in lighting was everything in her efforts to shine you. That she wasn't meeting your eyes speaks volumes nevertheless. [[Was she blushing?->ShineHub]]

"I don't even know why humans care so much about memories," she grumbles, the opportunity for complaint quite welcomed. "Who cares what they had for breakfast two months ago, or what they were doing on some evening last year? If that stuff was so important, they wouldn't forget 99% of it naturally after awhile. Time flashes them as readily as the machines do us." $Two huffed, as if that was the end of it. [[Was she trying to convince you, or herself?->ShineHub]]

"*I* needed to be punished?" $Two paused, resting her hands on her hips. A direct challenge. "I'm the best wetware here in the Bastion, and you know it. Just because your sync rates are higher doesn't mean you're the most *effective* in combat, hear me?" She stepped closer, your similar height not stopping her from looking down her nose at you. "Not everyone is a dutiful little submissive like you, $Zero. There are different ways to be wetware." (set: $Strike to it - 1) [[Different paths, but the same end.->ShineHub]]

"*We* needed to be punished?" $Two paused, resting her hands on her hips. A direct challenge. "I'm the best wetware here in the Bastion, and you know it. Just because your sync rates are higher doesn't mean you're the most *effective* in combat, hear me?" She stepped closer, your similar height not stopping her from looking down her nose at you. "I bet you liked being in matching Discipline suits, struggling against our restraints so near each other. I could hear you moaning." (set: $Strike to it - 1) [[You're not sure how to respond to that.->ShineHub]]

$Two had been ready to contest you-- she was *always* ready for that. Instead your compliment seems to catch her offguard, a defensive shifting of her hips suggesting she was seeking out your angle. Did you have one? "...thanks," she finally huffs, as if that was a concession. "You're not the worst wetware either. I guess." (set: $Strike to it + 1) [[It's better than nothing!->ShineHub]]

"You were listening?!" $Two paused, resting her hands on her hips. A direct challenge. "Just because you're a submissive, and you like to be bound, doesn't mean you have to be such a *pervert*, $Zero." She stepped closer, your similar height not stopping her from looking down her nose at you. "I bet you like that sort of thing." (set: $Strike to it - 1) [[She goes back to her shining with a huff..->ShineHub]]

"Why would anyone like it?" $Two replies, incredulous. "Hours of having images and sounds and diagrams pumped into your brain, only for the next flash to wipe away half of them. I know some stick-- that's the entire point of the process-- but it seems... ugh, I don't know. Like a waste of time?" That you had recognized she disliked it seemed to have struck a chord, however. She glances up at your red eyes again. "At least you're paying attention to what I say about stuff." (set: $Strike to it + 1) [[Grudging admiration.->ShineHub]]

"Of course you would say that, of course you would *like* it." $Two replies, incredulous. "Hours of having images and sounds and diagrams pumped into your brain, only for the next flash to wipe away half of them. I know some stick-- that's the entire point of the process-- but it seems... ugh, I don't know. Like a waste of time?" She kicks a foot between your legs, tapping at your ankles. "Feet apart, wetware." (set: $Strike to it - 1) [[It is easy to comply.->ShineHub]]

"Whatever--" $Two replies crossly. "If you try to be too human your performance as a wetware will fall, you know. I don't know how you have the highest sync rates and neural results given how you think sometimes." (set: $Strike to it + 1) Eventually however she shrugs, wetting her cleaning pad anew afterward. "Maybe they come back after you're decommissioned. Who knows, *or cares*, that's so far and long away." [[Indeed, you have years and years of service left.->ShineHub]]

"Yeah?" She seemed pleased by that, as if being allowed awake would impart some unfair advantage upon you. "Well yeah, that only makes sense." Eventually however she shrugs, wetting her cleaning pad anew afterward. "Maybe they come back after you're decommissioned. The dreams, I mean. Who knows, *or cares*, that's so far and long away." [[Indeed, you have years and years of service left.->ShineHub]]

"Yeah," $Two agrees, though she does eye you for a moment. "Thinking too much like a human could impact our sync rates, and that would be against our entire *purpose*. Which means it would be stupid." (set: $Strike to it - 1) Eventually however she shrugs, wetting her cleaning pad anew afterward. "Maybe they come back after you're decommissioned. The dreams, I mean. Who knows, *or cares*, that's so far and long away." [[Indeed, you have years and years of service left.->ShineHub]]

<img alt="pout" src="images/002/pout.png"/> "You brought it up," $Two notes pointedly. And she doesn't seem ready to let you just avoid the topic. "What did you mean? Like floating... drowning... even when you're doing something else?" [["I misspoke, nevermind."->RefuseFloatNo2]] [["Yeah..."->YesFloat]]

<img alt="under" src="images/002/under.png"/> Those bright blue eyes of Two grow unfocused. Distant. "It feels like you can't breathe, and that hurts, but it also doesn't matter for some reason... You can see the surface, but you're *tired*, and the water all around is so comforting... And there is something there, down below. A... promise? Or maybe like... a song you can't remember the words to... but you know that going down there will feel... so good..." She snaps back to reality like a wrecking ball, getting up in your face, pupils narrowed and wild. "Like that, $Zero?" Somewhere along the way she had started whispering, and that comes out in a hush. "Is that what you feel?" [["...yes."->YesYesFloat]] [["...you shouldn't say things like that."->YesNoFloat]]

"Ugh." She seems ready to push you further, but at the last moment breaks off, flicking some of her hair out and away. "Fine, keep your secrets. I... that never happens to me either, to answer your question. Not that you're asking it anymore. Whatever. Ugh, stupid wetware..." (set: $Strike to it - 1) [[It almost seemed like she had wanted to talk about it...->ShineHub]]

$Two visibly shudders, and she looks away sharply. "That's not allowed," she whispers, more for herself than anything. "We're not supposed to... this is bad. I don't want to talk about it anymore. We could get in trouble." That last bit seemed to animate her again, $Two rounding on you, a gloved finger poking out at your collarbone. "And you can't tell anyone we talked about this. Promise? Promise me." [["I promise, 02."->Promise2]] [["...I can't promise anything."->RejectPromise]]

$Two stares at you for a good five seconds. Only then did the rage rise her stance, her lips, and finally her eyes. "*You're the one who brought it up!* We're not supposed to talk about it-- and you gotta promise me you won't tattle. I know how you are. Promise me!" [["I promise, 02."->Promise2]] [["...I can't promise anything."->RejectPromise]]

<img alt="confused" src="images/002/confused.png"/> "...good. Then we don't need to talk about it anymore." She left it at that, getting back to the work of your shining, but your mind lingers on the subject regardless. If pressed, could you keep to that promise? Even if it was $Artemis asking? [[Hopefully she never would.->ShineHub]]

<img alt="concerned" src="images/002/concerned.png"/> "...of course you can't, Handler's little pet. Well-- yeah, well if you ever do mention it, I'll tell them about the questions you've been having. You'll get in trouble for those, I know it." She left it at that, getting back to the work of your shining, but your mind lingers on the subject regardless. Things were forbidden to you for good reason, or so your training emphasized. Should you tell someone about this little exchange? [[For now, at least, there is no one to tell.->ShineHub]]

<img alt="sassy" src="images/002/sassy.png"/> Instead of complying immediately, you turn, and find $Two regarding you with a thoughtful look. Her hands are planted on her hips, but from one a collection of black straps dangle. You've worn one of those long enough to recognize a ball gag. (if: $Strike < 0)["You've just been your normal submissive self, $Zero, and I thought you might need it. You know, your gag. I'll help you, that's what wetware do for each other.](else-if: $Strike > 4)["You've been... really assertive, $Zero, but that doesn't... I mean... you still need it! Your gag, I mean! I'll help you, that's what wetware do for each other.](else:)["Just because you've been... assertive, $Zero, doesn't mean you don't need it. You know, your gag. I'll help you, that's what wetware do for each other, right?] Now open up." [[...open your mouth.->TakeGag]] [["No way."->RefuseGag]] (if: $Strike > 4)[[["But YOU are the more submissive one, Two."->GagTwo]]](else:)[(color: red)[You have not been assertive enough to turn the tables...]]

<img alt="gagged2" src="images/gear/gagged2.png"/> So frequently flashed and deeply submissive, you don't even think before complying with a command given with enough confidence. Turning, you open your mouth, and find something being pressed between your teeth. You've worn them enough to recognize a ballgag. The ball itself is large but not unduly uncomfortable, the straps that $Two quickly moves to cinch around your head fitted for just your measurements-- she must have plucked it from the small storage area of self-bondage restraints each sleeping pod featured. "Well--" she huffs, tugging the last strap closed until its maglock engaged. "I thought you might argue about it, but this is better. She steps back to take a look at you, hands on her hips, wearing a curious expression. <img alt="sassy" src="images/002/sassy.png"/> "Now give me your hand." Again, she doesn't explain her intent-- and now you can't inquire about it either. [[...give her your hand.->GiveHand]] [[Shake your head. "Nnphh!"->NoHand]]

<img alt="gagged2" src="images/gear/gagged2.png"/> So frequently flashed and deeply submissive, you can't resist an order given with such confidence. Or perhaps you were motivated by other, more immediate thoughts. Either way, she reaches up, pressing the ball between your teeth. The ball itself is large but not unduly uncomfortable, the straps that $Two quickly moves to cinch around your head fitted for just your measurements-- she must have plucked it from the small storage area of self-bondage restraints each sleeping pod featured. "Well--" she huffs, tugging the last strap closed until its maglock engaged. "I knew I was right. She steps back to take a look at you, hands on her hips, wearing a curious expression. "Now give me your hand." Again, she doesn't explain her intent-- and now you can't inquire about it either. [[...give her your hand.->GiveHand]] [[Shake your head. "Nnphh!"->NoHand]]

<img alt="sassy" src="images/002/sassy.png"/> $Two's eyes narrow. (if: $Strike < 0)["You're the most submissive member of our team, you know that right? Fine.](else:)["I knew you would be trouble today, sometimes you're just such a hassle. Fine.]" She doesn't push the issue further however, instead pivoting. "Give me your hand, then." That was less immediately concerning, but that way she was still looking at you... [[Give her your hand...->RefuseGiveHand]] [["Yeah... no!"->RefuseRefuseHand]] [[Shake your head, no.->RefuseRefuseHand]]

<img alt="confused" src="images/002/confused.png"/> "W-What? No I'm not." Your confidence seemed to have surprised her, enough so that she even took a half step back. Had you not been so assertive throughout the shining process, you probably never would have gotten this far. You had an opportunity here. [[Step up into her space. "Yes you are. Open your mouth."->TwoOpen]] [[Give her space, you made your point.->TwoAbort]]

<img alt="wince" src="images/player/wince.png"/> The moment you give over your gloved hand, $Two redirects it-- back at yourself, to the space between your legs. (if: $Strike4 is > 0)[Not again! Having already experienced the pain of a monitoring shock once today, you clench your teeth in expectation, but it still *hurts*. Running down your spinal rig and out through your synapses, you barely register as you snap down to your knees, taking the submissive posture of legs spread, eyes down, hands together behind your back.](else:)[It was *so* easy, long months of training having left you toned and fit, your hand sliding easily into the inverted triangle of open space left just beneath your womanhood. A *forbidden* place, that burned as soon as you touched. Or at least that's how it felt. In truth the sensation started at the choker around your throat, then ran down your implanted spinal rig. From there the raw *shock* spread to every nerve ending in your body, an agonizing pain you could neither fight nor escape. But you *could* comply. There was a pulse in the shock, so quick-firing anyone without your implants would have lost it in the overwhelming pain. You feel it though, a deeply imprinted command spoken without words. *Kneel, arms back, wrists together.* Like an animal acting on instinct you moved to do that, but $Two had expected it, and makes sure to hold your hand between your legs just a bit longer. That triggered a *second* shock, and stricter results as you finally dropped to your knees. Once there you snap into the submissive posture of legs spread, eyes down, hands together behind your back.] [[And something clicked.->ArmsBoundTwo]]

<img alt="confused" src="images/002/confused.png"/> For a moment $Two sets her hands on her hips, then shrugs, allowing her complaints to fall away. She *had* gotten you into a gag, and that was a win unto itself. "Well, we better get going, $Zero. We've kept our Handlers waiting long enough. And maybe this will prove to Juno that I don't need as many restraints as you, huh?" (set: $Gagged to true) [[Remain silent, submissive.->EndShine]] [["Mmmmhh..."->EndShine]] [["Mmmmmphhh!!"->EndShine]]

<img alt="confused" src="images/002/confused.png"/> $Two crosses her arms, pouting a bit. "You're really no fun, you know that $Two? *Fine,*" she repeated. "I don't even care. Let's just go, alright? Our Handlers are waiting." [[Follow along quietly.->EndShine]] [["Yes, let us do that."->EndShine]]

<img alt="2dom" src="images/002/2dom.png"/> The cuffs built into your suit had clicked together, the punishment for twice touching yourself without permission. "Oh, just perfect!" $Two stood above you, an impish smile on her lips as she looked down at your glossy, gagged, bound form. Reaching over you, she selects a final piece from the same compartment that had housed the gag-- a length of bright orange rubber strap, the same shade as portions of your suit. One side snapped to your collar, the other allowed her grip easily. A leash. "Come now, $Zero. We've kept our Handlers waiting long enough, and I'll make *sure* you don't get distracted along the way. We all know how much of a stupid wetware you are, don't we?" (set: $Gagged to true)(set: $Leashed to true)(set: $ArmsBound to true) [[Remain silent, submissive.->EndShine]] [["Mmmmhh..."->EndShine]] [["Mmmmmphhh!!"->EndShine]]

(if: $Gagged is true)[<img alt="gagged2" src="images/gear/gagged2.png"/>](else-if: $TwoHumbled is true)[<img alt="gagged" src="images/002/gagged.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="metal" src="images/player/metal.png"/>] Together you make your way out of the Wetware sleeping area, and through the lounge area beyond. (if: $Leashed is true)[$Two gives you very little slack in the leash, tugging aggressively whenever you started to drift away.](else-if: $TwoHumbled is true)[$Two remains dutifully behind you, even making a little mewling sound whenever you have to tug on the leash to redirect her.](else:)[$Two makes sure to take the lead by a half step, checking back frequently over her shoulder as if you couldn't be trusted not to run off.] (if: $TwoHumbled is true)[You don't remember if you had ever done this to $Two before-- the flashes prevented that. But you like to think you had, if only because it felt... right, to be holding her leash, listening to her gagged huffs as she tried to keep up. Just because you were wetware didn't mean you couldn't do this sort of thing-- in fact, given your submissiveness, another wetware was probably the *only* sort of person you could dominate. Certainly a human would have more will, for example.](else:)[<img alt="twowalk" src="images/002/twowalk.gif"/> It is hard not focus on the way the austere lighting of the wetware quarters reflect against her suit, playing off her wide hips, following every glistening curve of her freshly shined body. You undoubtedly looked the same, an almost alien creature compared to humans that otherwise populated the bastion.] As if thinking of humans willed them into existence, you find yourself stepping up to the checkpoint out into the Bastion proper, Officer Steyr manning her usual post. [[She looks up to greet you.->Steyr2]]

<img alt="2dom" src="images/002/2dom.png"/> The cuffs built into your suit had clicked together, the punishment for twice touching yourself without permission. "See, that's better. Now..." She used the same technique the lab technicians used, pinching your nose, to force you to open your mouth-- and with that opening she pressed the ball gag between your teeth without asking this time. <img alt="gagged2" src="images/gear/gagged2.png"/> "There we go." Reaching over you, she selects a final piece from the same compartment that had housed the gag-- a length of bright orange rubber strap, the same shade as portions of your suit. One side snapped to your collar, the other allowed her grip easily. A leash. "Come now, $Zero. We've kept our Handlers waiting long enough, and I'll make *sure* you don't get distracted along the way. We all know how much of a stupid wetware you are, don't we?" (set: $Gagged to true)(set: $Leashed to true)(set: $ArmsBound to true) [[Remain silent, submissive.->EndShine]] [["Mmmmhh..."->EndShine]] [["Mmmmmphhh!!"->EndShine]]

"$Zero, what are you... I..." Despite her protestations, tentatively $Two opened her mouth, caught up in the moment. That was all the time you needed to pluck the ballgag she had been holding and press it upward, into the space between her lips. She froze, allowing you the opportunity to seat it properly, the straps cinching together easily with waiting maglocks. $Two finally seemed to wake from her stupor, anger rising, but not before you reached to your side, into the compartment on your sleeping pod that she had retrieved the gag from. Pulling out a blindfold, she tries to knock your hands away, but she was already fighting with the disadvantage of surprise. All it takes is aligning the black panel for it to shape to her head, blindfolding her. <img alt="gagged" src="images/002/gagged.png"/> "Mmmmpphhh!" She was trying to pull it off, but the devices designed for wetware were far too resilient for that. [[Watch her struggle silently.->WatchTwo]] [["How are you going to get to Juno now?"->TalkTwo]]

<img alt="standred" src="images/player/standred.png"/> You step back, a knowing smile surfacing briefly on your pink lips. That seems to both infuriate and-- strangely-- intrigue $Two, who stares at you for a long, awkward moment before collecting herself. "Well-- u-uh, right... we should... probably get to our Handlers. Right?" Was she asking permission? She shakes it off with a growl. "I mean-- *right.* Let's go." [[Follow along quietly.->EndShine]] [["Yes, let us do that."->EndShine]]

<img alt="gagged" src="images/002/gagged.png"/> It takes a good minute for $Two to recognize the futility of her situation. By the time she's turning her head, as if trying to glare at you from beneath her blindfold, you realize just how helpless she was. Without your help, she couldn't report to her Handler as had been commanded. [["Do you want my help?"->TalkTwo]]

<img alt="gagged" src="images/002/gagged.png"/> $Two halts her efforts entirely, except for the line of drool that runs down her chin. Some internal debate takes place, her pride faltering, before she huffs out a dejected sound... and lifts her chin. You knew that gesture, and are happy to oblige. From her own sleeping pod compartment you pull forth a short length of green rubber strapping, the same color as some of the accents on her suit. Snapping one end to her leash, the other fits easily around your waiting fingers. A leash. (set: $TwoHumbled to true) [["Come now, Wetware $Two. We have to report for duty."->EndShine]]

<img alt="doorguard" src="images/npc/doorguard.png"/> (if: $Leashed is true)[A brow rises upon noting your restraints, gag, and leash. "Hello girls... I see $Zero is..." "Being the doll she knows she is," $Two replies helpfully, tugging on the leash in question. "We're reporting to the Handler offices, as requested."](else-if: $Gagged is true)[A brow rises upon noting your gag. "Hello girls, I see $Zero is..." "Nonverbal today," $Two replies helpfully, tossing a smile over her shoulder at you. "We're reporting to the Handler offices, as request."](else-if: $TwoHumbled is true)[A brow rises as she notices the gagged and blindfolded $Two following behind you. "Hello girls... I see $Two is feeling particularly... wetware, today?" "Mmmmphh!" "Mhmm," Steyr notes.](else:)[She clearly notes the immaculate wetsuits both you and $Two wore, staring perhaps overlong before she snaps out of it. "Hello girls." "We're reporting to the Handler offices, as requested." $Two provides, nonchalantly.] "I was notified of your orders, and to expediate the process here. No contraband checks, at least until you return. So I just need you to scan your IDs through the system?" (if: $ArmsBound is true)[[[Two helps you, directing your bound wrists with a firm hand.->Scanner2]]](else:)[[[You go first, stepping up to do just that.->Scanner2]]]

<img alt="PlayerID1" src="images/reg/PlayerID1.png"/> (if: $ArmsBound is true)[$Two guides your wrist to the checkpoint's scanner, the identifier chip embedded in your suit activating with a flash.](else:)[You wave your wrist over the checkpoint's scanner, the identifier chip embedded in your suit activating with a flash.] On the screen above your card appears, the list of restrictions and special indicators far more extensive than any human's you have glanced at. "Good, and $Two?" (if: $TwoHumbled)[Blindfolded as she was, you have to assist her, a hand upon her wrist providing the necessary guidance.](else:)[$Two steps up prominetly, making a little show of it as she waves her own arm over the scanner.] Her details fill the screen, just as restricted in her conduct and access as you were. <img alt="02ID" src="images/reg/02ID.png"/> "Okay, that's what I needed." Steyr opened the contamination doors with a palm on the access panel, whisking you through her small station. Given the orders she had mentioned, you aren't forced to stand up against the wall, to be groped and prodded. [[Remain silent as she works the far door->QuietSteyr]] (if: $Gagged is true)[[["Anything exciting happening, Officer Steyr?"->TryGag]]](else:)[[[Anything exciting happening, Officer Steyr?"->AnythingSteyr]]] (if: $Gagged is true)[[["Have you seen Five, Officer?"->TryGag]]](else:)[[["Have you seen Five, Officer?->FiveSteyr]]]

<img alt="doorguard" src="images/npc/doorguard.png"/> "Wetware $Zero and Wetware $Two, logged as leaving checkpoint." Steyr was mostly talking to herself as she wrote on the clipboard she had picked up, (if: $TwoHumbled is true)[though she glances at the bound $Two and seems to make an addendum.](else-if: $Leashed is true)[though she glances at your leash and seems to make an addendum.](else:)[playing her part in your continual tracking.] (if: $Gagged is true)["$Zero gagged...](else:)["$Zero nonverbal...] you girls better make for your Handlers' offices, straight away. And now that you're out I can get the labcoats to prep $One's room." [[She's already reaching for the phone on her desk as you continue onward.->PassThru2]]

<img alt="gagged2" src="images/gear/gagged2.png"/> You try to speak, but the ball locked between your teeth allows only a garbled *mmmgghh* that draws a raised-brow look from Steyr. $Two steps in, cloyingly helpful. "$Zero is just saying how much see likes being in uniform. You know how she is, all submissive and everything. You're not practiced in gag-talk, Officer?" Steyr exhales sharply, shaking her head. "I'll leave that to your Handlers. Just let me log..." she was writing on a clipboard now. "Wetware $Zero and $Two, leaving my checkpoint. There. You girls better make for your Handlers, speaking of them. And now that you're out I can get the labcoats to prep $One's room." [[She's already reaching for the phone on her desk as you continue onward.->PassThru2]]

<img alt="doorguard" src="images/npc/doorguard.png"/> "Your clearance is so restricted, it is *really* hard to keep track of what I can and cannot tell you," the Officer replies, writing on a clipboard she had plucked from her desk. "And its not like you will remember it anyway, in all likelihood." She said it as if your inability to retain most memories was the most natural thing in the world, underlined by the nonchalant way in which she checks a pair of boxes on her log sheet. "Wetware $Zero and $Two, leaving my checkpoint. There. You girls better make for your Handlers, speaking of them. And now that you're out I can get the labcoats to prep $One's room." [[She's already reaching for the phone on her desk as you continue onward.->PassThru2]]

<img alt="doorguard" src="images/npc/doorguard.png"/> "Departed in full uniform hours ago," the Officer replies, writing on a clipboard she had plucked from her desk. "Replacing... oh, Wetware $Zero on standby duty in the hotlabs. You don't remember that?" That one at least you *did* remember, actually. It had been an entirely noneventful turn in the prep-room upstairs. "Anyway-- Wetware $Zero and $Two, leaving my checkpoint. There. You girls better make for your Handlers, speaking of them. And now that you're out I can get the labcoats to prep $One's room." [[She's already reaching for the phone on her desk as you continue onward.->PassThru2]]

<img alt="zerotwo2" src="images/mix/zerotwo.png"/> Most tried not stare, but almost all of the work here centered around maintaining the Instruments you integrated with, or your person itself. Even so, it was a rare enough encounter to glimpse one of the Wetware hosted in the Bastion-- you were so often hidden away on some task or another. *Two* wetware are enough to cause more than one human to halt in their tracks, though they maintain protocol, giving you space. (if: $TwoHumbled is true)[Normally $Two reveled in that attention, but she seems almost skittish now that she had been humbled. The sound of footsteps-- as her blindfold prevented her from seeing them-- caused her to halt. It took a sharp yank to get her moving again, which in turned earned a dejected little moan from your fellow wetware.](else:)[$Two seemed to revel in the attention, a smirk plastered on her face as she strode boldly forward, clearly expecting the humans to clear a path for her. They do-- that was the expectation, and in that wake you follow along, far less assertive.] You pass two security personnel, their armor standing out among crowds otherwise consisting of laboratorial doctors and support staff. Most wore their uniforms crisply, though a few had not ironed the textiles properly. You are so very different, glistening in your skintight wetsuit, the full curves of your hips so very evident in a way that matched $Two's. It almost felt like an inspection, the whole Bastion turned out to observe its wetware marching through, but that wasn't really true-- a hundred or two people could not possibly staff the Bastion. These were simply those on break, or moving between tasks, just as you are. Respite comes in the elevator up to the hotlabs, bright yellow (color: yellow)[ELEVATED RISK OF DISSONANCE] warnings marking the tube's ascent. Guards check your IDs before allowing you in, though that was only a formality-- no one else had a wetsuit, after all. [[Up you go.->PassThru22]]

<img alt="juno" src="images/npc/juno2.png"/> The door opens to reveal a woman filling the doorway, her suit jacket untucked, hands in her pockets. Disheveled, certainly, but as her tired eyes fall on you an immediate sense of *authority* radiates from them. (if: $TwoHumbled is true)["Ah, my $Two..." Her voice perks your fellow wetware up as if she had been shock disciplined, a stream of gagged half-words emerging until the woman quietly placed her finger across $Two's ballgagged lips. She went silent and in fact almost seemed to melt, in the way wetware always did in the presence of one's Handler. The woman was Two's: Juno. "I see my $Two played with fire, and got herself burnt? Her leash." She gestured, an unspoken command. *Give.* [[Give over the leash.->GiveTwoLeash]] [["She is more submissive than she knows, Handler Juno."->GiveTwoLeashTalk]]](else:)["Juno!," $Two nearly squeaks, looking up at the woman who was her Handler. "I didn't expect you, I mean I would have..." Juno's languid eyes had shifted to you, (if: $Gagged or $ArmsBound or $Leashed is true)[looking over your bound form.](else:)[meeting your own red pair.] Then she turns her attention back to your fellow wetware. (if: $Gagged or $ArmsBound or $Leashed is true)["I see you took it upon yourself to see $Zero was delivered in a state of restraint. That was not asked of you, $Two." "I know, but I thought--" "Yes..." Juno purrs, (if: $Leashed is true)[gently taking your leash from $Two's hand.](else:)[stepping closer.] "...that is a problem, you don't *need* to think, $Two. Perhaps I will move up your maintenance flash, help you with that." For some reason, you're quite sure that prospect seems to turn $Two on. Or perhaps it was just the way Juno said it, laboring over each word with a slow drawl. For one as impatient as $Two, to be commanded like that had to be terribly trying. That she looked down submissively suggested Juno knew just which buttons to push on her wetware, just as $Artemis knew how to push yours.](else:)["I see you both arrived without issue. Very good. I promised you a reward, if you got $Zero up here without getting *too* distracted, didn't I?" Juno had placed a hand on $Two's shoulder, the touch eliciting a shiver of excitement from your fellow wetware. "Perhaps I will need to have your stim-rig delivered to my office, hmm?" Juno talked slowly, laboring over each word with a drawl that you would have expected to bother the usually impatient $Two. But she had looked down, blue eyes wide with... arousal? Yes-- she was getting *very* turned on. Juno appeared to know exactly how to push her buttons, just as $Artemis knew how to push yours.] Undoubtedly pushing another, Juno proceeded to ignore $Two for a moment, looking again to you. "Was my $Two as helpful in your suiting and shining as she should have been, Wetware $Zero?" [["...yes, Handler Juno."->GoodTwoJuno]] [[Stay silent.->NeutTwoJuno]] [["...um, I'm not sure..."->NeutTwoJuno]] [["She tried to get me to touch myself, Handler Juno..."->BadTwoJuno]]]

<img alt="gagged" src="images/002/gagged.png"/> You hand over $Two's leash as commanded, earning a gentle touch on the shoulder from Juno in thanks. $Two meanwhile is merely treated to a fresh yank on the rubber strap, drawing her close, where Juno wraps her arm around the girl possessively. "Thank you. $Artemis is in her office, $Zero. I know she is waiting for you. You're dismissed." As you move further down the way, you leave $Two in your wake, her Handler pulling her in closer like a spider teasing its prey. "If you're going to be so submissive today, I suppose I will have to take advantage of that..." [[Two's moaned squeal follows you down the hall.->SeekArty]]

<img alt="gagged" src="images/002/gagged.png"/> "Oh, I am very much aware." She did not ask a second time, but merely took $Two's leash from your hands-- gently guiding the soft rubber strap from your grip. $Two is only made aware of the change by a sudden yank on it, drawing her in close, where Juno wrapped her arms around her possessively. "Thank you. $Artemis is in her office, $Zero. I know she is waiting for you. You're dismissed." As you move further down the way, you leave $Two in your wake, her Handler pulling her in closer like a spider teasing its prey. "If you're going to be so submissive today, I suppose I will have to take advantage of that..." [[Two's moaned squeal follows you down the hall.->SeekArty]]

<img alt="juno" src="images/npc/juno2.png"/> (if: $Gagged is true)[Your gagged sounds don't communicate much, but a nodding of the head suffices.](else:)[Your response earns a raised brow from the blonde-haired woman.] "Is that so? Well-- I suppose she *does* deserve a reward then. *Not* an orgasm," she had cut off a raised glance from $Two, clearly thinking along those lines, "...unless my $Two can convince me of the need. She does have such a nimble tongue." Now Juno was smirking, even as she stepped aside, (if: $Leashed is true)[dropping your leash to allow it to hang down between your breasts.](else:)[gesturing.] "$Artemis is in her office, $Zero. I know she is waiting for you, and I trust you can find your way there? Dismissed." As you move further down the way, you leave $Two in your wake, her Handler pulling her in closer like a spider teasing its prey. [[Lucky her.->SeekArty]]

<img alt="juno" src="images/npc/juno2.png"/> Juno gives an amused smile, cutting you off with a gesture across her throat. Either she had expected your response, or was dangerously good at picking up social queues. "I'm not allowing you half measures, $Zero. You may answer *yes*, or you may answer *no*, but I shall have an answer. Was my $Two helpful today?" [["...yes, Handler Juno."->GoodTwoJuno]] [["She tried to get me to touch myself, Handler Juno..."->BadTwoJuno]]

<img alt="juno" src="images/npc/juno2.png"/> (if: $Gagged is true)[Your gagged sounds don't communicate much, but a shaking of the head suffices.](else:)[Your response earns a raised brow from the blonde-haired woman.] "Is that so? Well-- I suppose checking both your monitoring logs is in order, hmm? $Artemis has her watch synced to buzz her at every collar activation, but I never found the devices comfortable." Now Juno was smirking, even as she stepped aside, (if: $Leashed is true)[dropping your leash to allow it to hang down between your breasts.](else:)[gesturing.] "$Artemis is in her office, $Zero. I know she is waiting for you, and I trust you can find your way there? Dismissed." As you move further down the way, you leave $Two in your wake, her Handler pulling her in closer like a spider teasing its prey. "As for you, we will go to my office and you will confess everything you did-- *then* I will check your logs, and we will see how well that matches your story." [[Your suit monitors are quite thorough.->SeekArty]]

<img alt="handlerhall" src="images/set/handlerhall.png"/> (set: $Leashed to false) Turning the corner into the Handler's wing of the hotlabs, the clinically white walls shift to a darker, more earthy composition. Wooden slates decorate the space between black doors, each of them labeled with the only shots of true color in the area. (color: purple)[JUNO] (color: yellow)[ATHENA] (color: orange)[~~MINERVA~~] (color: blue)[ARTEMIS] It is the last you stop at, the last in the line, opposite an empty office across the hall. A small control panel is built into the wall beside the door, a flick of your thumb igniting the indicator light-- (color: red)[locked]. (set: $Strike to 0)(set: $Comp to false)(set: $Position to 0)(set: $Shocker to 0)(set: $Dissonant to 0)(set: $Jealous to false)(set: $ArtyPoints to 0)(set: $TokenCount to 1) [[Knock upon the door.->DoorKnock]] [[Call out. "Artemis?"->DoorCall]] [[Press your wrist to the control panel.->DoorPress]]

(if: $ArmsBound is true)[With your wrists linked together behind your back, knocking is difficult but not impossible. With your back to the door you manage it, the sound somewhat dampened by the rubber of your gloves.](else:)[You raise a gloved hand and knock, the sound somewhat dampened by the rubber of your glove.] Nevertheless, it passes through the door, and that seems to be enough. After a few moments the control panel to your right flips over to green, and $Artemis' voice comes through its tiny speaker. "Enter." You follow the command without hesitation, closing the door behind you. It locks automatically. <img alt="fullopen" src="images/artemis/fullopen.png"/> She is there, waiting for you. $Artemis. Your Handler. Her voice could send a shiver down your spine, a conditioned response. But her physical presence is altogether more, dark eyes observing your entrance with a keen attention to detail. That followed through to her office, the space tidy and well organized, despite the spill of a project across the desk along the center of the back wall. Above it $Artemis sat, her favored coat neatly hung on the hook in the corner, leaving her with only her suit jacket, unbuttoned. A silken black bra, thick black strap forming the lower bound and thus exposing a toned midriff emerges underneath. It joins her tousled hair to add just a *hint* of distress, as well as plunging low enough to tease her cleavage. The only true color comes from her lips, a demure red-pink, formed into a line that rarely gave away anything. (if: $Gagged is true)["I see $Two took advantage of your nature, hmm? Come here." From her seated position she is able to reach to your head, undoing the gag. Pulling it forth, a line of drool follows the white of the ball, but your Handler doesn't seem to mind. Setting it down on her desk, she leans back. (set: $Gagged to false) "$Zero, give me your status."](else:)["$Zero," she greets, putting down the pen she had been twisting between two fingers. "Status?"] [["Wetware 00 is locked into her uniform, and ready for service."->FirstADemure]] [["I am here as ordered, Artemis."->FirstAMid]] [["You put out the word for me, ma'am?"->FirstABad]]

(if: $Gagged is true)[You *try* to call out, but of course you are gagged. '$Artemis?' comes out more light 'Mmmmhss'.](else:)[You call out, your voice loud in a space otherwise vacant.] No response comes, and despite your frequently flashed memories, you remember the *why* this time-- each of the Handler's offices were purposefully soundproof. You will need to try something else. [[Knock upon the door.->DoorKnock]] [[Press your wrist to the control panel.->DoorPress]]

<img alt="fullopen" src="images/artemis/fullopen.png"/> Like every other access panel in the Bastion, this one featured a wireless chip reader, and it picks up the one embedded in your suit readily(if: $ArmsBound is true)[-- though it is a bit awkwardly done with your arms bound behind you]. It responds with a cheery little bleep, green light, and the door's lock coming undone. You are the only person in the Bastion, beyond $Artemis herself, with access to her office. You step in to find her waiting for you. $Artemis. Your Handler. Her voice could send a shiver down your spine, a conditioned response. But her physical presence is altogether more, dark eyes observing your entrance with a keen attention to detail. That followed through to her office, the space tidy and well organized, despite the spill of a project across the desk along the center of the back wall. Above it $Artemis sat, her favored coat neatly hung on the hook in the corner, leaving her with only her suit jacket, unbuttoned. A silken black bra, thick black strap forming the lower bound and thus exposing a toned midriff emerges underneath. It joins her tousled hair to add just a *hint* of distress, as well as plunging low enough to tease her cleavage. The only true color comes from her lips, a demure red-pink, formed into a line that rarely gave away anything. (if: $Gagged is true)["I see $Two took advantage of your nature, hmm? Come here." From her seated position she is able to reach to your head, undoing the gag. Pulling it forth, a line of drool follows the white of the ball, but your Handler doesn't seem to mind. Setting it down on her desk, she leans back. (set: $Gagged to false) "$Zero, give me your status."](else:)["$Zero," she greets, putting down the pen she had been twisting between two fingers. "Status?"] [["Wetware 00 is locked into her uniform, and ready for service."->FirstADemure]] [["I am here as ordered, Artemis."->FirstAMid]] [["You put out the word for me, ma'am?"->FirstABad]]

<img alt="fullopen" src="images/artemis/fullopen.png"/> "I will be the judge of that." Rising, $Artemis circled her desk, her greater height immediately evident as she approaches. You tended to get skittish when humans stood close, but not with her-- never with her. It allows your Handler to to place a finger beneath your chin, gently guiding your gaze up to meet her own. (if: $ArmsBound is true)[With your wrists locked together behind your back, there is little you can do to stop her-- which she seems to notice. Slipping a small device from her jacket pocket, a button press sees the mag-locks disengage. "A temporary reprieve. We will perform your weekly compliance check. Up against the wall, you know your place."](else:)[ "We have much to do, but protocol demands we begin with your weekly compliance check. Up against the wall, you know your place."] 'Your place' was a section of the wall beside her desk without decoration or accoutrement, except of course for the bare steel rectangles half a meter above your eye level. Exposed mag-locks, requiring you only align your wrists to be secured in place. (set: $ArmsBound to false) [[Secure yourself as commanded.->WallHang]] [["We can do the check without that, I can handle it."->CompFight]]

<img alt="fullopen" src="images/artemis/fullopen.png"/> "I see that. Wonderful, we shall begin." Rising, $Artemis circled her desk, her greater height immediately evident as she approaches. You tended to get skittish when humans stood close, but not with her-- never with her. It allows your Handler to to place a finger beneath your chin, gently guiding your gaze up to meet her own. (if: $ArmsBound is true)[With your wrists locked together behind your back, there is little you can do to stop her-- which she seems to notice. Slipping a small device from her jacket pocket, a button press sees the mag-locks disengage. "A temporary reprieve. We will perform your weekly compliance check. Up against the wall, you know your place."](else:)[ "We have much to do, but protocol demands we begin with your weekly compliance check. Up against the wall, you know your place."] 'Your place' was a section of the wall beside her desk without decoration or accoutrement, except of course for the bare steel rectangles half a meter above your eye level. Exposed mag-locks, requiring you only align your wrists to be secured in place. (set: $ArmsBound to false) [[Secure yourself as commanded.->WallHang]] [["We can do the check without that, I can handle it."->CompFight]]

"I did, my wetware." Rising, $Artemis circled her desk, her greater height immediately evident as she approaches. You tended to get skittish when humans stood close, but not with her-- never with her. It allows your Handler to to place a finger beneath your chin, gently guiding your gaze up to meet her own. (if: $ArmsBound is true)[With your wrists locked together behind your back, there is little you can do to stop her-- which she seems to notice. Slipping a small device from her jacket pocket, a button press sees the mag-locks disengage. "A temporary reprieve. We will perform your weekly compliance check. Up against the wall, you know your place."](else:)[ "We have much to do, but protocol demands we begin with your weekly compliance check. Up against the wall, you know your place."] 'Your place' was a section of the wall beside her desk without decoration or accoutrement, except of course for the bare steel rectangles half a meter above your eye level. Exposed mag-locks, requiring you only align your wrists to be secured in place. (set: $ArmsBound to false) [[Secure yourself as commanded.->WallHang]] [["We can do the check without that, I can handle it."->CompFight]]

<img alt="armsup" src="images/player/armsup.png"/> Placing your back to the designated space along the wall, your raise your arms up above your head. A quiet *thnnk* announces when they had aligned properly, magnetic force snapping your wrist cuffs to the waiting magnets, holding them there as resolutely as if they had been welded. "Ankles," $Artemis requested, and you looked down, adjusting the spacing of your legs-- spreading them-- until they too clicked into place. "Good." Now that you were restrained, $Artemis grabbed three things from her desk. A clipboard, a handheld scanner, and something else she moved quickly behind her back-- presumably hanging it from her belt there. She approaches, sliding a (color: cyan)[brightly colored] pen from an interior pocket in her still opened jacket. Clicking it once, her dark gaze lands entirely upon you. "What is your designation, Wetware?" *That part was easy.* [["This wetware is designated 00."->WallHang2]] [["00, ma'am."->WallHang2]]

<img alt="fullopen" src="images/artemis/fullopen.png"/> "No you cannot." $Artemis responds immediately, her tone stern enough to send a shiver down your augmented spine. You *liked* when she did that. "The protocols for your maintenance are quite clear, and while the risk is low, having you secured during compliance is required." A sculpted eyebrow rose, inquisitorial in intent. "Do I need to repeat myself?" [["No ma'am." Take the position.->WallHang]]

<img alt="fullopen" src="images/artemis/fullopen.png"/> "Mhmm." She wrote something down upon a sheet you glimpsed is labeled *Stability Report*. "And what is your model number, Wetware $Zero?" *That was a bit harder. Besides being on your identity card, it had been imprinted as a flash-resistant bit of information.* [["My model number is... 788X-DHM15, Enhanced."->WrongWH1]] [["My model number is... 831X-VLM11, Enhanced."->CorrectWH1]] [["My model number is... WW00-ENHD."->WrongWH1]]

"Tsk." $Artemis notes something readily on her report, before meeting your gaze again. "No, your model number is '831X-VLM11, Enhanced'. You are a fully active Gen-Lev IV wetware, in service at the Bastion of City Eight. We will reintegrate that into your imprint training." Bringing up the second item she had brought over, $Artemis holds it up. A red-orange light emits from what could vaguely be called a nozzle, a laser-like line appearing upon both the wall and the white of your suit. Directing it at your feet, she slowly beings working it upward. Once she passed your head, she leveled it more directly before your eyes. "Attention forward, do not blink." The process is quick, a flash of the light that pricked a bit like looking directly at a bright lamp. Then it was over, and $Artemis was writing again. "Ambient dissonance levels are nominal. Internal dissonance is dangerously high by human standards, though within wetware safety margins. I will have a new round of bloodwork done, but Gen IV's run hot, I'm not concerned." She seemed to be speaking mostly for her own benefit. Taking a step closer, $Artemis pushes a stray strand of hair from her eyes. "What is your purpose, Wetware $Zero?" [["My purpose is to serve as a component within my Instrument."->IntyPurp]] [["My purpose is to protect the city, and the humans within it.->ProtectPurp]] [["My purpose is to submit and serve, however my superiors determine is best."->ServePurp]]

"Very good." $Artemis notes something readily on her report, before meeting your gaze again. "As you said, your model number is '831X-VLM11, Enhanced'. You are a fully active Gen-Lev IV wetware, in service at the Bastion of City Eight. We can safely log your self-recognition imprinting as successful." Bringing up the second item she had brought over, $Artemis holds it up. A red-orange light emits from what could vaguely be called a nozzle, a laser-like line appearing upon both the wall and the white of your suit. Directing it at your feet, she slowly beings working it upward. Once she passed your head, she leveled it more directly before your eyes. "Attention forward, do not blink." The process is quick, a flash of the light that pricked a bit like looking directly at a bright lamp. Then it was over, and $Artemis was writing again. "Ambient dissonance levels are nominal. Internal dissonance is dangerously high by human standards, though within wetware safety margins. I will have a new round of bloodwork done, but Gen IV's run hot, I'm not concerned." She seemed to be speaking mostly for her own benefit. Taking a step closer, $Artemis pushes a stray strand of hair from her eyes. "What is your purpose, Wetware $Zero?" [["My purpose is to serve as a component within my Instrument."->IntyPurp]] [["My purpose is to protect the city, and the humans within it.->ProtectPurp]] [["My purpose is to submit and serve, however my superiors determine is best."->ServePurp]]

<img alt="fullopen" src="images/artemis/fullopen.png"/> "That is correct, $Zero." Her approval, simple as this one was, nevertheless triggers a warm sense of satisfaction that starts in your chest and bubbles outward. No other person had that effect on you. "You are not a person, but an Instrument component-- yes. An essential one, rare and cherished." $Artemis came even closer, until you're mere inches apart. Her shadow cross your features, as cool and dark as its owner. She seems to be looking for something down deep, in the depths of your red eyes. "Do you remember your duties yesterday?" *That you most certainly do. Yesterday had been your day without being on standby, though that didn't mean you could just slack off-- it had been filled with calibration tests, a session with your psychological monitoring team, and physical training. At midnight you had gone on standby, which $Five had swapped into just before you had met up with $Two.* [[Explain it to her.->RememberEasy]]

<img alt="fullopen" src="images/artemis/fullopen.png"/> "That is correct, $Zero." Her approval, simple as this one was, nevertheless triggers a warm sense of satisfaction that starts in your chest and bubbles outward. No other person had that effect on you. "Every human in City Eight relies upon the protection of your Instrument-- even myself. You are lucky to have such an important purpose." $Artemis came even closer, until you're mere inches apart. Her shadow cross your features, as cool and dark as its owner. She seems to be looking for something down deep, in the depths of your red eyes. "Do you remember your duties yesterday?" *That you most certainly do. Yesterday had been your day without being on standby, though that didn't mean you could just slack off-- it had been filled with calibration tests, a session with your psychological monitoring team, and physical training. At midnight you had gone on standby, which $Five had swapped into just before you had met up with $Two.* [[Explain it to her.->RememberEasy]]

<img alt="fullopen" src="images/artemis/fullopen.png"/> "That is correct, $Zero." Her approval, simple as this one was, nevertheless triggers a warm sense of satisfaction that starts in your chest and bubbles outward. No other person had that effect on you. "You are property of the City in general, and myself in particular. Through service and submission you best serve your purpose." $Artemis came even closer, until you're mere inches apart. Her shadow cross your features, as cool and dark as its owner. She seems to be looking for something down deep, in the depths of your red eyes. "Do you remember your duties yesterday?" *That you most certainly do. Yesterday had been your day without being on standby, though that didn't mean you could just slack off-- it had been filled with calibration tests, a session with your psychological monitoring team, and physical training. At midnight you had gone on standby, which $Five had swapped into just before you had met up with $Two.* [[Explain it to her.->RememberEasy]]

$Artemis has you halt several times as you recount the last 24 hours, writing as she goes. Details in particular seem important, general ones that most people would not struggle to recall-- but you are most certainly not *most people*. That you managed it seems to please her. "Retaining short term incidentals as expected. Good." Her approval, once again, left you feeling warm. "Let us go back further, to your last deployment. Tell me what you remember of your post-deployment quarantine." *You had read the after action reports, of course. That covered the deployment itself, which you weren't expected to remember-- so soon after a flash, little tended to stick with you. But the post-deployment quarantine, that could last hours... or days... or even longer. And you don't remember *any* of it.* [["I... don't remember."->NoRemember]]

<img alt="fullopen2" src="images/artemis/fullopen2.png"/> Your Handler sways a bit to the side as she sets her hip, a gesture that allows her to more easily reach back behind herself. The device she had hidden is revealed, a length of black aluminum that ended in a rounded tip. With her thumb on a trigger-like mechanism halfway up the device's shaft, $Artemis flipped it on for a moment, the head producing a hearty hum-- matched to a dizzying pace of vibration. "This is a wetware-grade vibrator wand." Casually, she lowers the device, then presses it up into the space between your legs. Just the sense of having *something* providing pressure there is enough send you into a little panting fit-- imagining what it would feel like if turned on nearly overwhelms you. $Artemis eyes you intently, so much more potent in your helpless state. "You will make a choice, $Zero. You may request my help with remembering what you are unable to recall... or you may request the vibrator." That loaded weapon of a wand between your legs presses just a bit harder into your sealed, aching cunt. "Choose." (set: $Strike to 0) [["H-Help me... remember, ma'am."->Rem1]] [["I want... the vibrator, ma'am."->Vibe1]]

<img alt="fullopen2" src="images/artemis/fullopen2.png"/> "Very well." The vibrator remains in place between your legs, but it does not wake. "During your deployment, you successfully defeated a Dissonant Entity that had breached the city perimeter. Given the amount of dissonance exposure you endured, an extended quarantine was determined to be best practice. You were allowed to orgasm once during that period." $Artemis smiles-- just a bit-- at that. "Since then you have undergone your normally scheduled maintenance flashes. That is why you are unable to recall any of it." *That sounded right, from what you could remember and that which your imprinting provided. You wished you could remember the orgasm-- it sounded so *wonderful*, yet... the fact that you could not did underline the fact that everyone else did. Or at least they claimed to.* *What was stopping $Artemis from making up details like that?* "Tell me what you remember of your entry into the Wetware program, and initial training." *That is an even more intense blank space in your mind, excepting the bare minimum of imprinting that remained from that time.* [["I don't remember that either, ma'am..."->NoRemember2]] [[Remain silent, and look down at the floor.->NoRemember2Down]]

<img alt="fullopen2" src="images/artemis/fullopen2.png"/> (set: $Strike to it + 1) "Understood." With the barest shifting of her finger, $Artemis engages the vibrator you had so dutifully requested. It bursts to life with a violence you cannot wholly remember, but the sensation is familiar-- and wildly satisfying. Pleasure courses up from your slit with such force you rock against your restraints, their necessity now blindingly obvious. So too is your helplessness, the bone-shaking ecstasy that builds in you only held back by the mag-locks. Perhaps it is for your own good then, when $Artemis deactivates the device a few seconds later. It had not been long, but what had been a constantly smoldering ache between your legs now raged eagerly-- a frustrating experience given your bondage and utter inability to sate it. "The protocol that you are not allowed to orgasm remains in effect," your Handler notes, adjusting her positioning of the vibrator, though keeping it firmly between your legs. "Unless you perform well in your role, and I deem it acceptable. Regardless-- your choice of pleasure over memories is a good indicator." *You can't help looking down, over the glossy rise of your own bust, to where the tail of the vibrator wand remained visible. If only she would keep it there, and run it long and hard!* $Artemis intervenes on your fixation by once more placing a finger beneath your chin, angling your gaze upward. "Focus. Tell me what you remember of your entry into the Wetware program, and initial training." *That is an even more intense blank space in your mind, excepting the bare minimum of imprinting that remained from that time.* [["I don't remember that either, ma'am..."->NoRemember2]] [[Remain silent, and look away.->NoRemember2Down]]

"I see." She noted that on the clipboard, then returned her gaze to your own. "Then I will again present you with the choice between assistance in remembering, or the vibrator." (if: $Strike is 1)[*Already subjected to the brief tease once, you nevertheless find yourself VERY eager for more.*](else:)[*Having that vibrator between your legs is certainly a temptation that proves hard to ignore.*] [["The vibrator, please!"->Vibe2]] [["The vibrator, m-ma'am."->Vibe2]] [["I want to remember..."->Rem2]] [["Help me remember, ma'am."->Rem2]]

"I see." She allowed you to look away, recognizing your difficulty maintaining eye contact in general. But she did not allow it to persist forever, a firm hand guiding your head back into a forward position, where she met your eyes. "Then I will again present you with the choice between assistance in remembering, or the vibrator." (if: $Strike is 1)[*Already subjected to the brief tease once, you nevertheless find yourself VERY eager for more.*](else:)[*Having that vibrator between your legs is certainly a temptation that proves hard to ignore.*] [["The vibrator, please!"->Vibe2]] [["The vibrator, m-ma'am."->Vibe2]] [["I want to remember..."->Rem2]] [["Help me remember, ma'am."->Rem2]]

<img alt="fullopen2" src="images/artemis/fullopen2.png"/> (set: $Strike to it + 1) (if: $Strike is 1)["Understood." With the barest shifting of her finger, $Artemis engages the vibrator you had so dutifully requested. It bursts to life with a violence you cannot wholly remember, but the sensation is familiar-- and wildly satisfying. Pleasure courses up from your slit with such force you rock against your restraints, their necessity now blindingly obvious. So too is your helplessness, the bone-shaking ecstasy that builds in you only held back by the mag-locks. Perhaps it is for your own good then, when $Artemis deactivates the device a few seconds later. It had not been long, but what had been a constantly smoldering ache between your legs now raged eagerly-- a frustrating experience given your bondage and utter inability to sate it. "The protocol that you are not allowed to orgasm remains in effect," your Handler notes, adjusting her positioning of the vibrator, though keeping it firmly between your legs. "Unless you perform well in your role, and I deem it acceptable. Regardless-- your choice of pleasure over memories is a good indicator." *You can't help looking down, over the glossy rise of your own bust, to where the tail of the vibrator wand remained visible. If only she would keep it there, and run it long and hard!* $Artemis intervenes on your fixation by once more placing a finger beneath your chin, angling your gaze upward.](else:)["Again?" She smirks just a bit, clearly pleased. "Alright, $Zero." Again the vibrator hums aggressively between your legs, and again your expertly tuned body reacts as it had been trained to-- eagerly, without shame or thought. It was not penetration-- you only got that in your Instrument-- but it still felt terribly good. And of course its quick end only furthered the frustration that followed, the dull ache from before now an aggressive burning sensation. "Do not harbor ill-feelings, my $Zero. We both know you have been trained to take hours of far more aggressive treatment. This is nothing more than a tease for you."] $Artemis tapped the wand up against your slit, like a conductor drawing a symphony's eyes to the dais. "Now then-- a much more recent event..." Your Handler narrows her eyes slightly. "Did you require a corrective shock this morning?" (if: $Strike4 is 1)[*$Two might have prompted it, but it had been your compliance that had seen you touch yourself while suiting up.*](else-if: $Strike4 is 2)[*Two might have prompted it with her goading, but you had been shocked for touching her.*](else-if: $ArmsBound is true)[*$Two might have prompted what had ended with your arms locked behind you, but the fact remained you had been shocked.*](else:)[*$Two had tried to induce a shock like that, but you had deftly parried her.*] (if: $Strike4 is 1 or 2)[[[(Lie) "No, ma'am..."->LieShocked]]](else-if: $ArmsBound is true)[[[(Lie) "No, ma'am..."->LieShocked]]](else:)[[["No, ma'am..."->TruthNoshock]]] (if: $Strike4 is 1 or 2)[[["Yes, ma'am..."->TruthShocked]] [["It was Two's fault!"->TruthShockedFault]]](if: $ArmsBound is true)[[["Yes, ma'am..."->TruthShocked]] [["It was Two's fault!"->TruthShockedFault]]]

"Like all city residents, you began screening for likelihood indicators upon first menarche. You were one of the rare individuals who came back with a full sweep of those indicators, from initial EROS and SUBM scores, to temperament and natural fecundity. Even so, the burn out rate for prospectives is high-- yet you endured, and were formally conscripted into service. Upon realizing your potential you were an eager volunteer, though. That is noted in your file." *Was it? You have absolutely no means of verifying that. Would anyone willingly volunteer to have their humanity stripped away?* "All other details-- birth city, relatives, original designation-- those of course remain strictly classified. Upon your first full sequence flashing, which removed those from your memories, you have been denied access to that information. That will not change." $Artemis did not explain why, nor seek to justify what you had undergone. She simply stated it as if cleansing someone of their past life, of their own history, was entirely natural. Of course, for Wetware, it *was.* "The past does not concern you, $Zero. You have a purpose, and guidance to achieve it. That is all you need, and ensures your sync rates remain exceptionally high. Now then-- a much more recent event..." Your Handler narrows her eyes slightly. "Did you require a corrective shock this morning?" (if: $Strike4 is 1)[*$Two might have prompted it, but it had been your compliance that had seen you touch yourself while suiting up.*](else-if: $Strike4 is 2)[*Two might have prompted it with her goading, but you had been shocked for touching her.*](else-if: $ArmsBound is true)[*$Two might have prompted what had ended with your arms locked behind you, but the fact remained you had been shocked.*](else:)[*$Two had tried to induce a shock like that, but you had deftly parried her.*] (if: $Strike4 is 1 or 2)[[[(Lie) "No, ma'am..."->LieShocked]]](else-if: $ArmsBound is true)[[[(Lie) "No, ma'am..."->LieShocked]]](else:)[[["No, ma'am..."->TruthNoshock]]] (if: $Strike4 is 1 or 2)[[["Yes, ma'am..."->TruthShocked]] [["It was Two's fault!"->TruthShockedFault]]](if: $ArmsBound is true)[[["Yes, ma'am..."->TruthShocked]] [["It was Two's fault!"->TruthShockedFault]]]

<img alt="fullopen2" src="images/artemis/fullopen2.png"/> Pain shoots through your system, starting at your neck and following the path of your spine. Raw agony that contracted muscles, causing your spread and restrained limbs to pull fruitlessly against the mag-locks holding them securely. Worse-- the shock runs long, a full ten seconds that seem to stretch to eternity as you seize up, every nerve ending screaming as fire-like sensation ripped through them. Ironically, that same feeling kept you from *actually* screaming, your vocal cords locked until the shock full subsided. In its retreat you're left gasping for air, hanging loosely in your restraints, head bowed and tears threatening to emerge. Training holds those back, you weren't allowed to mess up your makeup. "You will *not* lie to me, $Zero." $Artemis is more than just stern, for once she appears angry as she leans in, no longer using a finger to guide your chin but seizing your jaw forcefully. It is a pose she holds before she softens, a surprising amount of worry in her eyes. "I cannot provide you with the care you require if you are not truthful with me, $Zero-- in all things, *always*. Do you understand?" She eyed you for several long moments before releasing you. "The monitoring suite built into your collar and suit are for your own safety and welfare. That includes the component that ensures you do *not* touch yourself, whatever the reason you may have for having done so. Your sync rates would suffer if you were allowed to indulge like that, which $Two knows as well-- and I suspect she is being instructed in a similar manner at this very minute." Glancing down at her clipboard, $Artemis paused, then met your gaze once more. "Last question." She leaned in closer, until her lips could have touched her own, had you only leaned forward. *That* transgression you at least not to even attempt. "Have you seen anything strange, as of late? Something akin to a vision, or a waking dream? Anything involving water. Rain, swimming... drowning?" (if: $PoolDream is true or $WindowDream is true or $FightDream is true)[[[(Lie) "No ma'am."->LieSeenDrown]]](else:)[[["No ma'am."->TruthNoSee]]] (if: $PoolDream is true)[[["In the wetware lounge, in the pool..."->TellPool]]] (if: $WindowDream is true)[[["Before the last deployment, there was a window, and a storm..."->TellWindow]]] (if: $FightDream is true)[[["During my last deployment, the Entity did something and I... drowned...->TellFight]]]

<img alt="fullopen2" src="images/artemis/fullopen2.png"/> (set: $Shocker to 1) A flick, a hum, *pleasure.* So brief and tantalizing you find yourself blinking rapidly in its wake, panting just a bit. $Artemis had turned on the vibrator wand(if: $Strike > 0)[ again.](else:)[.] "The monitoring suite built into your collar and suit are for your own safety and welfare. That includes the component that ensures you do *not* touch yourself, whatever the reason you may have for having done so. Your sync rates would suffer if you were allowed to indulge like that, which $Two knows as well-- and I suspect she is being instructed in a similar manner at this very minute." Your Handler cupped your cheek in her free hand, the warmth of skin-on-skin touch so very rare an experience-- at least that you could remember. "Thank you for being diligent, $Zero.(if: $TwoHumbled is true)[ And consider me impressed that you arrived with $Two on your leash. She is more submissive than she would ever admit, getting her to give into that impulse usually takes a Handler's guidance.] Handlers cannot provide the care wetware require unless their wetware are truthful with them in all things, always." Glancing down at her clipboard, $Artemis paused, then met your gaze once more. "Last question." She leaned in closer, until her lips could have touched her own, had you only leaned forward. *That* transgression you at least not to even attempt. "Have you seen anything strange, as of late? Something akin to a vision, or a waking dream? Anything involving water. Rain, swimming... drowning?" (if: $PoolDream is true or $WindowDream is true or $FightDream is true)[[[(Lie) "No ma'am."->LieSeenDrown]]](else:)[[["No ma'am."->TruthNoSee]]] (if: $PoolDream is true)[[["In the wetware lounge, in the pool..."->TellPool]]] (if: $WindowDream is true)[[["Before the last deployment, there was a window, and a storm..."->TellWindow]]] (if: $FightDream is true)[[["During my last deployment, the Entity did something and I... drowned...->TellFight]]]

<img alt="fullopen2" src="images/artemis/fullopen2.png"/> (set: $Shocker to 2) A flick, a hum, *pleasure.* So brief and tantalizing you find yourself blinking rapidly in its wake, panting just a bit. $Artemis had turned on the vibrator wand(if: $Strike > 0)[ again.](else:)[.] "The monitoring suite built into your collar and suit are for your own safety and welfare. That includes the component that ensures you do *not* touch yourself, whatever the reason you may have for having done so. Your sync rates would suffer if you were allowed to indulge like that, which $Two knows as well-- and I suspect she is being instructed in a similar manner at this very minute." Your Handler cupped your cheek in her free hand, the warmth of skin-on-skin touch so very rare an experience-- at least that you could remember. "Thank you for being admitting to your mistake, $Zero.(if: $TwoHumbled is true)[ And consider me impressed that you arrived with $Two on your leash. She is more submissive than she would ever admit, getting her to give into that impulse usually takes a Handler's guidance.] Handlers cannot provide the care wetware require unless their wetware are truthful with them in all things, always." Glancing down at her clipboard, $Artemis paused, then met your gaze once more. "Last question." She leaned in closer, until her lips could have touched her own, had you only leaned forward. *That* transgression you at least not to even attempt. "Have you seen anything strange, as of late? Something akin to a vision, or a waking dream? Anything involving water. Rain, swimming... drowning?" (if: $PoolDream is true or $WindowDream is true or $FightDream is true)[[[(Lie) "No ma'am."->LieSeenDrown]]](else:)[[["No ma'am."->TruthNoSee]]] (if: $PoolDream is true)[[["In the wetware lounge, in the pool..."->TellPool]]] (if: $WindowDream is true)[[["Before the last deployment, there was a window, and a storm..."->TellWindow]]] (if: $FightDream is true)[[["During my last deployment, the Entity did something and I... drowned...->TellFight]]]

<img alt="fullopen2" src="images/artemis/fullopen2.png"/> A flick, a hum, *pleasure.* So brief and tantalizing you find yourself blinking rapidly in its wake, panting just a bit. $Artemis had turned on the vibrator wand(if: $Strike > 0)[ again.](else:)[.] "The monitoring suite built into your collar and suit are for your own safety and welfare. That includes the component that ensures you do *not* touch yourself, whatever the reason you may have for having done so. Your sync rates would suffer if you were allowed to indulge like that, which $Two knows as well-- and I suspect she is being instructed in a similar manner at this very minute." Your Handler cupped your cheek in her free hand, the warmth of skin-on-skin touch so very rare an experience-- at least that you could remember. "Thank you for being admitting to your mistake, $Zero.(if: $TwoHumbled is true)[ And consider me impressed that you arrived with $Two on your leash. She is more submissive than she would ever admit, getting her to give into that impulse usually takes a Handler's guidance.] Handlers cannot provide the care wetware require unless their wetware are truthful with them in all things, always." Glancing down at her clipboard, $Artemis paused, then met your gaze once more. "Last question." She leaned in closer, until her lips could have touched her own, had you only leaned forward. *That* transgression you at least not to even attempt. "Have you seen anything strange, as of late? Something akin to a vision, or a waking dream? Anything involving water. Rain, swimming... drowning?" (if: $PoolDream is true or $WindowDream is true or $FightDream is true)[[[(Lie) "No ma'am."->LieSeenDrown]]](else:)[[["No ma'am."->TruthNoSee]]] (if: $PoolDream is true)[[["In the wetware lounge, in the pool..."->TellPool]]] (if: $WindowDream is true)[[["Before the last deployment, there was a window, and a storm..."->TellWindow]]] (if: $FightDream is true)[[["During my last deployment, the Entity did something and I... drowned...->TellFight]]]

(if: $WindowDream is true)[<img alt="mindfuck" src="images/player/mindfuck.png"/> Putting aside her clipboard, $Artemis rests a hand on your suited waist-- and then uses the remote slipped between her fingers there to engage your shock collar. The lancing pain is short, less a cruel test of endurance and more a *very* effective way to underline the concern that works its way across $Artemis' usually fathomless dark eyes. "Prior to your last deployment, 2nd Lieutenant Baxter of the Bastion's perimeter guard reported what he suspected to be a Dissonant Episode that you underwent near the large exterior window near his station. Given none of your care or maintenance teams were present it took some time to analyze, but we have reached the same conclusion: you did indeed experience an episode." $Artemis shakes her head slowly. "Usually it takes a few more years for a wetware to begin developing them, but Gen-IV's run hot, and... irregular experiences can induce early occurrences." [["...what is a Dissonant Event?"->WhatEvent]] [["...I won't do it again, ma'am!"->WontEvent]] [[Remain silent.->SilentEvent]]](else-if: $FightDream is true)[<img alt="mindfuck" src="images/player/mindfuck.png"/> Putting aside her clipboard, $Artemis rests a hand on your suited waist-- and then uses the remote slipped between her fingers there to engage your shock collar. The lancing pain is short, less a cruel test of endurance and more a *very* effective way to underline the concern that works its way across $Artemis' usually fathomless dark eyes. "During your last engagement with a Major Entity, you were targeted by a new type of enemy attack. It took some time for our teams to analyze it, but we believe it was a concentrated dissonance attack-- of a different sort than the liquid-like form used previously. We have concluded that you did in fact experience a Dissonant Episode." $Artemis shakes her head slowly. "Usually it takes a few more years for a wetware to begin developing them, but Gen-IV's run hot, and... irregular experiences can induce early occurrences." [["...what is a Dissonant Event?"->WhatEvent]] [["...I won't do it again, ma'am!"->WontEvent]] [[Remain silent.->SilentEvent]]](else:)[<img alt="float" src="images/player/float.png"/> "Good." $Artemis neither tricked the vibrator she still held, or your collar's shock function. Instead she merely stared once more into your eyes for a long moment. You *had* experienced something similar, of course. It was only a figment, but one that stuck with you readily-- of stepping into the wetware lounge's pool, of floating in a place that was somewhere else entirely, a song on the wind... "Your imprinting has proved effective, but I will state it plainly just in case: if you ever do experience such a thing, you must report it to myself immediately. This is very important." (set: $Dissonant to 1) [[She does not explain why.->NoSee2]]]

<img alt="fullopen2" src="images/artemis/fullopen2.png"/> (set: $Dissonant to 1) "Good." $Artemis neither tricked the vibrator she still held, or your collar's shock function. Instead she merely stared once more into your eyes for a long moment, until the cloud seemed to pass from her mind. "Your imprinting has proved effective, but I will state it plainly just in case: if you ever do experience such a thing, you must report it to myself immediately. This is very important." [[She does not explain why.->NoSee2]]

<img alt="float" src="images/player/float.png"/> (set: $Dissonant to 2) You do not know why it stuck with you when so much else was obliterated by flashes, but you remember before your last deployment something drawing you into the wetware lounge's pool. There you had floated, but had been... somewhere else, hearing a strange yet alluring sound on the wind. And you explain that all to $Artemis, who quickly takes on an even more outwardly worried look. She pulses the vibrator between your legs, the rush of ecstasy that comes with it quickly overcoming the disquiet that had been rising in your mind as you told your story. Pleasure was so much easier to contend with, even if came for only a second or so. "You experienced a Dissonant Episode," $Artemis nevertheless replies, drawing you back towards her own stark worry. "I will need to collaborate with the rest of your care team, and the maintenance team, but I suspect that will prove true." $Artemis shakes her head slowly. "Usually it takes a few more years for a wetware to begin developing them, but Gen-IV's run hot, and... irregular experiences can induce early occurrences." [["...what is a Dissonant Event?"->WhatEvent]] [["...I won't do it again, ma'am!"->WontEvent]] [[Remain silent.->SilentEvent]]

<img alt="mindfuck" src="images/player/mindfuck.png"/> (set: $Dissonant to 2) You do not know why it stuck with you when so much else was obliterated by flashes, but you remember before your last deployment something drawing you towards the window near the visitor's center. To the storm outside, until you had been somewhere else, beneath the water and struggling to breathe. And you explain that all to $Artemis, who quickly takes on an even more outwardly worried look. She pulses the vibrator between your legs, the rush of ecstasy that comes with it quickly overcoming the disquiet that had been rising in your mind as you told your story. Pleasure was so much easier to contend with, even if came for only a second or so. "You experienced a Dissonant Episode," $Artemis nevertheless replies, drawing you back towards her own stark worry. "The 2nd Lieutenant who intervened reported it of course, though it took a few weeks for your care and maintenance teams to reach that conclusion." $Artemis shakes her head slowly. "Usually it takes a few more years for a wetware to begin developing them, but Gen-IV's run hot, and... irregular experiences can induce early occurrences." [["...what is a Dissonant Event?"->WhatEvent]] [["...I won't do it again, ma'am!"->WontEvent]] [[Remain silent.->SilentEvent]]

<img alt="mindfuck" src="images/player/mindfuck.png"/> (set: $Dissonant to 2) You do not know why it stuck with you when so much else was obliterated by flashes, but you remember a strange new attack from the Entity you had engaged in your last deployment. Then the sense of drowning... and you explain that all to $Artemis, who quickly takes on an even more outwardly worried look. She pulses the vibrator between your legs, the rush of ecstasy that comes with it quickly overcoming the disquiet that had been rising in your mind as you told your story. Pleasure was so much easier to contend with, even if came for only a second or so. "You experienced a Dissonant Episode," $Artemis nevertheless replies, drawing you back towards her own stark worry. "We caught it on your Instrument's monitoring diagnostics of course, though it took a few weeks for your care and maintenance teams to reach that conclusion." $Artemis shakes her head slowly. "Usually it takes a few more years for a wetware to begin developing them, but Gen-IV's run hot, and... irregular experiences can induce early occurrences." [["...what is a Dissonant Event?"->WhatEvent]] [["...I won't do it again, ma'am!"->WontEvent]] [[Remain silent.->SilentEvent]]

<img alt="forward" src="images/artemis/forward.png"/> $Artemis seems to consider the matter settled as she regards you pensively. Pinned to the wall, arms drawn above your head, you very much feel like you're beneath a microscope, being examined. Thinking on it further however, you struggle to recall what a *microscope* actually is. That wasn't imprinted upon you. [[It is hard to meet Artemis' eyes.->NiceArty]]

<img alt="forward" src="images/artemis/forward.png"/> (set: $Flash to 1) $Artemis almost seemed to sigh, until she caught herself, her expression tightening into that usual confident, impassive mask you most readily associated with your Handler. "That is classified above your clearance, $Zero. But that they *are* occurring is something we must address. Thankfully we are not in the Gen-I or Gen-II era, your high resilience means we have options beyond perpetual quarantine. Mitigation would be the least intrusive, but you are young, and I am willing to be more proactive." Stepping away, the vibrator between your legs finally retreated. Returning it to her desk along with the other implements she had carried over, you're left pinned to her wall as she took a full minute to finish off her report. Only then did she continue as she started buttoning up her jacket. "You and $Two are currently rated for bi-weekly maintenance flashes, alongside the pre-deployment flashes required of wetware-- the heaviest regular regimen for active wetware. With enough effort we have a high chance to scour your Dissonant Episodes from your memory however, so I am temporarily authorizing you for *weekly* flashes." Reaching into a drawer on her desk, $Artemis withdrew a small mirror which she positioned and then used to rectify her tousled hair. "This *corrective program* will mean you are unable to fully recover between flashes, but that is part of the intent." [["...how long will be I be flashed weekly?"->HowLongCorr]] [["...what do you mean I won't recover?"->RecoverCorr]] [["Please ma'am... I am already flashed so often..."->TooMuchFlash]] [[Remain silent and accept your fate.->SilentCorr]] [["Thank you for ensuring my safety, ma'am."->SubCorr]]

<img alt="forward" src="images/artemis/forward.png"/> (set: $Flash to 1) $Artemis almost seemed to sigh, until she caught herself, her expression tightening into that usual confident, impassive mask you most readily associated with your Handler. "I know you will not, $Zero. I will ensure that. Thankfully we are not in the Gen-I or Gen-II era, your high resilience means we have options beyond perpetual quarantine. Mitigation would be the least intrusive, but you are young, and I am willing to be more proactive." Stepping away, the vibrator between your legs finally retreated. Returning it to her desk along with the other implements she had carried over, you're left pinned to her wall as she took a full minute to finish off her report. Only then did she continue as she started buttoning up her jacket. "You and $Two are currently rated for bi-weekly maintenance flashes, alongside the pre-deployment flashes required of wetware-- the heaviest regular regimen for active wetware. With enough effort we have a high chance to scour your Dissonant Episodes from your memory however, so I am temporarily authorizing you for *weekly* flashes." Reaching into a drawer on her desk, $Artemis withdrew a small mirror which she positioned and then used to rectify her tousled hair. "This *corrective program* will mean you are unable to fully recover between flashes, but that is part of the intent." [["...how long will be I be flashed weekly?"->HowLongCorr]] [["...what do you mean I won't recover?"->RecoverCorr]] [["Please ma'am... I am already flashed so often..."->TooMuchFlash]] [[Remain silent and accept your fate.->SilentCorr]] [["Thank you for ensuring my safety, ma'am."->SubCorr]]

<img alt="forward" src="images/artemis/forward.png"/> (set: $Flash to 1) $Artemis runs a few fingers through your hair, anyone else likely to induce anxiety in you had they done that-- but the touch of your Handler only soothed you. "Do not worry, my $Zero. I will do everything necessary to ensure your safety. Thankfully we are not in the Gen-I or Gen-II era, your high resilience means we have options beyond perpetual quarantine. Mitigation would be the least intrusive, but you are young, and I am willing to be more proactive." Stepping away, the vibrator between your legs finally retreated. Returning it to her desk along with the other implements she had carried over, you're left pinned to her wall as she took a full minute to finish off her report. Only then did she continue as she started buttoning up her jacket. "You and $Two are currently rated for bi-weekly maintenance flashes, alongside the pre-deployment flashes required of wetware-- the heaviest regular regimen for active wetware. With enough effort we have a high chance to scour your Dissonant Episodes from your memory however, so I am temporarily authorizing you for *weekly* flashes." Reaching into a drawer on her desk, $Artemis withdrew a small mirror which she positioned and then used to rectify her tousled hair. "This *corrective program* will mean you are unable to fully recover between flashes, but that is part of the intent." [["...how long will be I be flashed weekly?"->HowLongCorr]] [["...what do you mean I won't recover?"->RecoverCorr]] [["Please ma'am... I am already flashed so often..."->TooMuchFlash]] [[Remain silent and accept your fate.->SilentCorr]] [["Thank you for ensuring my safety, ma'am."->SubCorr]]

$Artemis leans against her desk. "We will not know for sure until the new regimen begins to take effect. A few months, hopefully not more than that. Once you have been fully blanked we can set you back to bi-weekly flashes." [["...what do you mean I won't recover?"->RecoverCorr]] [["Please ma'am... I am already flashed so often..."->TooMuchFlash]] [[Remain silent and accept your fate.->SilentCorr]] [["Thank you for ensuring my safety, ma'am."->SubCorr]]

"When wetware are flashed, immediately afterward you are unlikely to retain any memories, and progress from a near catatonic state, to dependent and deeply submissive state. That is what we seek to utilize when deploying you. Afterward, over the court of about one to 1.5 weeks the flash fades and you are entirely as you are now. Still without memories, but more... fully functional." $Artemis lifts a hand, as if it were a measure of your own capability. It descends rather quickly. "Without that full recovery period, the dependent stage tends to linger longer, and for your safety we may need to ensure your safety. I foresee greater use of your straitjacket at the very least, you have always proven very receptive to wearing it while entirely dependent." [["...how long will be I be flashed weekly?"->HowLongCorr]] [["Please ma'am... I am already flashed so often..."->TooMuchFlash]] [[Remain silent and accept your fate.->SilentCorr]] [["Thank you for ensuring my safety, ma'am."->SubCorr]]

<img alt="forward" src="images/artemis/forward.png"/> "No," $Artemis responds immediately. "You are flashed exactly as much as required to function at your peak efficiency." That was harsh, but true, and she doesn't leave it there. Reaching up, she gently brushes a strand of blue hair from your eyes. "You are very important to the city, its people, and myself. This is the best method we have to keep you safe." Pensively, she observes you. [[It is hard to meet her eyes.->NiceArty]]

<img alt="forward" src="images/artemis/forward.png"/> $Artemis matches your silence, marking off a few more items on her sheet, even as her gaze mostly remains focused on you. Of the Handlers, she was often the most quiet too-- perhaps that was why she had been chosen for her role over you? Perhaps that had even been explained to you, though of course you don't remember it. At least another flash would make you forget about these musings too. [[It is hard to meet her eyes.->NiceArty]]

<img alt="forward" src="images/artemis/forward.png"/> "You do not need to thank me, $Zero. Your maintenance is my responsibility, all you need to do is submit to it." At that $Artemis falls silent for a minute or so, marking off a few more items on her sheet, even as her gaze mostly remains focused on you. Of the Handlers, she was often the most quiet too-- perhaps that was why she had been chosen for her role over you? Perhaps that had even been explained to you, though of course you don't remember it. At least another flash would make you forget about these musings too. [[It is hard to meet her eyes.->NiceArty]]

A final slashing gesture with her pen sees $Artemis conclude her work with a signature, the litany of ink across the page telling a story you're not altogether privy to. She gives you a summary however. "My assigned Wetware, designation $Zero, retains intrinsic imprinting. She otherwise remains incapable of routine recollection, and incapable of achieving basic humanity grading-- consistent with her nature and history. I have noted several issues--" she glanced more strongly at you for a moment-- "that I will address going forwarding, but overall she remains ready for service." (if: $Flash is 1)[Trading her clipboard for a new device from a drawer in her desk, your Handler approaches, holding it up to your left wrist cuff. It clicks in response, a set of dials along the device's side allowing her to manipulate... whatever it was she was trying to do. It takes only a moment for to do that, though she turns the small display on the device your way-- as if anticipating your curiosity. Your ID in miniature shines out, a new (color: red)[red] entry glowing ominously. FLASH FREQ: (color: red)[Corrective] <img alt="PlayerIDCorr" src="images/reg/PlayerIDCorr.png"/> "We will begin your new flash regimen later tonight, after your other duties are seen to." $Artemis does not give you an opportunity to contest your fate, nor explain what your *other duties* were. At least for now you could remember your own schedule for the day, and it had only listed *Full Uniform Service*, a rather generic catch-all.](else:)[Returning to her desk, $Artemis deposited the report there, returning to you with hands entirely free. "I am pleased you are doing so well, $Zero. Do you remember your schedule for today?" That you did. *Full Uniform Service* had been written in for the rest of the day, a generic catch-all term used for all sorts of irregular duties.] $Artemis makes no effort to explain further, instead settling both her hands on your hips, tracing her fingers slowly upward. The sensation is *wonderful*. Other humans generally gave you pause, and a textile outfit would have made it unbearably scratchy, but the combination of your Handler and your wetsuit combine into a rising tide of raw *pleasure* that you had been trained to anticipate-- to desire, above all else. [[Shudder and squirm.->Squirmer]] [[Moan softly...->Moaner]]

<img alt="armsup" src="images/player/armsup.png"/> Arms up, restrained and suited, glossy reflections dance across your chest and hips as you dance to her unspoken tune. The shivers of pleasure run along your augmented spine, an entirely natural reaction so different than the mechanically and chemically induced ones you usually endure. An outside observer may have thought $Artemis stone-faced in response, but you understood her better-- you see the approval in her eyes, the way she looked at you as something *less* than human. You were her ward, her charge, her *property*-- and she took deep pride in watching her touch send you into quivering desire, entirely without provocation or the need to seek consent. And it is that mutual understanding, that finally sees her smile. <img alt="smile" src="images/artemis/smile.png"/> "You are a good girl, $Zero." Praise, from *her*. Unadulterated, pure and simple. It felt good. Your eyes close as you exhale, the careful painting of your makeup inducing an alluring expression to your pale features. $Artemis seemed to like that even more as her hands settled at the narrowest part of your waist, the warmth of her touch through your rubber something your mind could hold onto-- shelter in the storm of sensation she had so suddenly induced. "Now that the paperwork is over... you will tell me how you are doing. Without protocol." *The standard response comes to your mind first, the one you had probably sent out via your neural link while slotted into your Instrument a thousand times. But she had asked for something* **more**. [["I-I am... exactly where I want to be."->ExactBe]] [["I-I am... eager to serve you."->ServeYou]] [["I-I am... very wet, h-honestly."->WetHonest]] [["I-I am... t-trying very hard."->TryHard]]

<img alt="armsup" src="images/player/armsup.png"/> Arms up, restrained and suited, glossy reflections dance across your chest and hips as you sing to her unspoken tune-- an aria that joins with her ministrations into a quivering duet. The shivers of pleasure run along your augmented spine, an entirely natural reaction so different than the mechanically and chemically induced ones you usually endure. An outside observer may have thought $Artemis stone-faced in response, but you understood her better-- you see the approval in her eyes, the way she looked at you as something *less* than human. You were her ward, her charge, her *property*-- and she took deep pride in watching her touch send you into quivering desire, entirely without provocation or the need to seek consent. And it is that mutual understanding, that finally sees her smile. <img alt="smile" src="images/artemis/smile.png"/> "You are a good girl, $Zero." Praise, from *her*. Unadulterated, pure and simple. It felt good. Your eyes close as you exhale, the careful painting of your makeup inducing an alluring expression to your pale features. $Artemis seemed to like that even more as her hands settled at the narrowest part of your waist, the warmth of her touch through your rubber something your mind could hold onto-- shelter in the storm of sensation she had so suddenly induced. "Now that the paperwork is over... you will tell me how you are doing. Without protocol." *The standard response comes to your mind first, the one you had probably sent out via your neural link while slotted into your Instrument a thousand times. But she had asked for something* **more**. [["I-I am... exactly where I want to be."->ExactBe]] [["I-I am... eager to serve you."->ServeYou]] [["I-I am... very wet, h-honestly."->WetHonest]] [["I-I am... t-trying very hard."->TryHard]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> "Yes you are," $Artemis replies quietly, so close now that her words could only have ever been shared with you. "You are submissive, you are demure, and you are exactly what I ask of you. You have a purpose, as limited and demanding as it is. And we will both ensure that you remain capable of fulfilling that service, for as long as you can-- and that you feel good as you do so." Her fingers dance across your flanks for a few tantalizing seconds more before they leave you, and your heavy lashes flutter open like a babe being welcomed into the world for the very first time. Everything seemed better with your Handler before you, her praise in your ears, memories of her touch lingering on your mind. It would be something cherished until they flashed you again. Only after... how long had it been? It felt like seconds, but you realize $Artemis had crossed the room somehow, her long jacket now on her shoulders. The loose, *almost* casual look she had taken in your presence alone is once more replaced with the entirely professional guise she maintained in public. <img alt="stand1" src="images/artemis/stand1.png"/> [[Your hands locked above you tighten momentarily as you pull free of her influence.->IntroOff]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> "I can see that," $Artemis replies quietly, so close now that her words could only have ever been shared with you. "You are submissive, you are demure, and you are do as I instruct. I would not allow otherwise-- that is why you uniform has restraints and monitoring capabilities, but it pleases me when you submit without resorting to that. It the best way you fulfill your purpose, and ensures that I can make you feel as good as absolutely possible." Her fingers dance across your flanks for a few tantalizing seconds more before they leave you, and your heavy lashes flutter open like a babe being welcomed into the world for the very first time. Everything seemed better with your Handler before you, her praise in your ears, memories of her touch lingering on your mind. It would be something cherished until they flashed you again. Only after... how long had it been? It felt like seconds, but you realize $Artemis had crossed the room somehow, her long jacket now on her shoulders. The loose, *almost* casual look she had taken in your presence alone is once more replaced with the entirely professional guise she maintained in public. <img alt="stand1" src="images/artemis/stand1.png"/> [[Your hands locked above you tighten momentarily as you pull free of her influence.->IntroOff]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> "I know," $Artemis replies quietly, so close now that her words could only have ever been shared with you. "And you will continue to be. That is your nature, and a part of why you are wetware-- and not a person. Only the few like you can do what is required, and only the few like you can feel as good as I can make you feel. You will remember that no matter how many times you are flashed." Her fingers dance across your flanks for a few tantalizing seconds more before they leave you, and your heavy lashes flutter open like a babe being welcomed into the world for the very first time. Everything seemed better with your Handler before you, her praise in your ears, memories of her touch lingering on your mind. It would be something cherished until they flashed you again. Only after... how long had it been? It felt like seconds, but you realize $Artemis had crossed the room somehow, her long jacket now on her shoulders. The loose, *almost* casual look she had taken in your presence alone is once more replaced with the entirely professional guise she maintained in public. <img alt="stand1" src="images/artemis/stand1.png"/> [[Your hands locked above you tighten momentarily as you pull free of her influence.->IntroOff]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> "You are expected to struggle," $Artemis replies quietly, so close now that her words could only have ever been shared with you. "What we require of you is more than all but the rarest of individuals could handle. But you *are* that rare sort, and it is my duty to ensure that you are safe and *wet* as you serve in that role. Only then can you perform as required, and only then can I give you the pleasure you need so badly." Her fingers dance across your flanks for a few tantalizing seconds more before they leave you, and your heavy lashes flutter open like a babe being welcomed into the world for the very first time. Everything seemed better with your Handler before you, her praise in your ears, memories of her touch lingering on your mind. It would be something cherished until they flashed you again. Only after... how long had it been? It felt like seconds, but you realize $Artemis had crossed the room somehow, her long jacket now on her shoulders. The loose, *almost* casual look she had taken in your presence alone is once more replaced with the entirely professional guise she maintained in public. <img alt="stand1" src="images/artemis/stand1.png"/> [[Your hands locked above you tighten momentarily as you pull free of her influence.->IntroOff]]

<img alt="stand1" src="images/artemis/stand1.png"/> "Ah, there you are." The fugue state she had put you via mere touch receded entirely as she cross the room, reaching up to tap your wrists. The effort required from her was nonexistent, but only with her consent are your freed, your cuffs pulling free of the wall as the magnets embedded within disengage. Repeating the process for your ankles, you are finally freed from bondage-- or as much as your wetsuit allowed. "Are you paying attention?" $Artemis snapped her fingers before your eyes, then traced a finger back and forth-- a Handler's trick to gauge your attentiveness, training having induced you to follow her movement instinctually. With your red eyes, it was even easier for her to note your compliance. "Good. We need to return to schedule, $Zero. There is to be a new resident in this Bastion going forward, and since they are to be under my care for a period of time you will likely be spending plenty of time together. Introductions are thus in order. I will go and retrieve them, and in the meantime you will wait here." $Artemis reached up, two fingers on the side of your throat-- and thus the choker that monitored you day and night-- inducing a change in your wetsuit permissions. "Aligning facets five together will lock your cuffs together." *Your Handler often tested you in little ways, a constant means of observation that went above and beyond the standard forms and protocols. You recognize the slightly open-ended nature of her instructions as one such test-- how would you present yourself to a newcomer?* Collecting her things, $Artemis paused beside the door out of her office. "Is that understood?" [[Nod silently.->IntroOff2]] [["Yes ma'am."->IntroOff2]] [["It is."->IntroOff2]]

"Then I will be back shortly." Stepping out of her office, the door closes again behind $Artemis. A few seconds later and the inner control surface flickers red-- she had locked you in. Silence sets in. Into that silence you find yourself glancing around, for the first time today given the chance to do so. $Artemis office was not imprinted entirely into your mind, only that she had such a place and where to generally find it. Knowing that you had undoubtedly been here before does give a vague sense of deja-vu. The space is relatively small and intimate, though that was more a condition of the hot-labs it was connected to being of limited space. Nevertheless there is the room you stood in that contained your Handler's desk, and a small nook off to one side, a half-drawn curtain still showing the cot that resided behind it. The blank spot along the wall where you had been bound is joined by another just a foot or so to the right, allowing two Wetware to be managed in such a way. Otherwise the walls are mostly unadorned, the paneling decoration enough, except for several framed diplomas behind the desk itself. A doctorate in Psychology alongside numerous apparent certifications: Marksman S-3, Wetware Maintenance A-1, Master Technician C-1, CSRE 0-4-- all of them with their recipient lines censored in dark black ink. But it is the desk itself that draws your full attention. It was neat and tidy, but featured a variety of interesting looking documents, what looked like an ID, a computer terminal, and what appeared to be the cord-like length of orange material used for leashing wetware. [[Just how curious are you?->OfficeHub]]

<img alt="front2" src="images/player/front2.png"/> You stand beside $Artemis' desk, (if: $Leashed is true)[a bright orange cord running from your collar to the secure mounting point on the desk](else:)[the rubber of your wetsuit providing a soothing presence from neck to toe](if: $ArmsBound is true)[, while your arms are tightly bound behind your back.](else:)[.] (if: $ArmsBound is true)[(color: red)[You have already restrained your arms.]](else:)[[[Artemis had mentioned you could engage your cuff restraints...?->RestrainSelfOff]]] (if: $Leashed is true)[(color: red)[You have already leased yourself.]](else:)[[[Examine the length of orange cord.->LeashSelfOffice]]] (if: $OneID is 1)[[[Examine 01's ID again.->ViewID]]](else-if: $ArmsBound is true)[(color: red)[Having restrained your arms, you can't manage to turn over the ID card to view it.]](else:)[[[Flip over the ID card and examine it.->ViewID]]] (if: $ArmsBound is true)[(color: red)[Having restrained your arms, you can't tap the keys needed to unlock the computer.]](else:)[[[Examine the computer.->ArtCompExam]]] [[Examine the report to the left, WC-V Progress->WetCorrReport]] [[Examine the middle report, Doctor Kasa's Extracurricular Recommendation->MaidReport]] [[Examine the report to the right, Wetware Neural Tuning Algorithms->NeuralReport]] [[Prepare to wait for your Handler to return.->ArtyReturnSetup]]

<img alt="cuffs" src="images/gear/cuffs.png"/> The thicker portions of your wetsuit around the wrists were six-sided, each one numbered in Bastion schematics and designated for a specific use. Facet five, as $Artemis had mentioned, contained the magnets that-- when engaged-- could lock your wrists together. If your Handler had primed them to energize when aligned, it would be a simple matter to lock your arms behind your back. *The idea is soothing.* But it would limit your ability to limit most other things, and $Artemis was bringing back some sort of guest... [[Nevermind!->OfficeHub]] [[Restrain yourself.->RestrainSelf2]]

You find yourself staring down at the length of orange cord left on $Artemis' desk. It is perhaps best described as a strap, flat on two sides as it was, in a brilliant (color: orange)[orange]-- the same shade used for warning notifications throughout the Bastion, and on the throat and shoulders of your wetsuit. One end of the leash, for that is what it was, had been secured to a prominent steel hardpoint built into the desk's corner. Down its length ran a series of bright letters: (color: orange)[(font: "courier new")[CAUTION -- ACTIVE WETWARE]]. And at the far end, a mag-lead of the sort your suit was designed to attached to, most obviously at your throat. (if: $ArmsBound is true)[Normally it would have been as simple as touching that last mag-point to your collar, if you were so inclined to restrict yourself further. But you had already bound your arms, which meant you would need to bend over and awkwardly press your collar to the mag-point. Still-- doable. [[Why would I leash myself? Nevermind.->OfficeHub]] [[Bend over, press your collar to the end of the leash...->LeashSelf]]](else:)[It would be a simple process to grab that mag-point and bring it to your collar, if you were inclined to restrain yourself in such a matter. [[Why would I leash myself? Nevermind.->OfficeHub]] [[Leash yourself to the desk...->LeashSelf]]]

<img alt="artemisID" src="images/reg/artemisID.png"/> (if: $OneID is 1)[You had already turned $Artemis' ID over, but returning to it reveals your Handler once more. At 48 years old, with 30 years of indicated service, $Artemis must have joined straight out of Academy-- a glance up at the diploma on the wall leading you to conclude that over more generalized conscription. The Background Dissonance Register near the bottom, a thicker component that appeared to be a live ticker, was elevated but not particularly high. What *was* high was her clearance, full access given to all parts of the city, security procedures, and clearance level. Only belated do you recognize that, unlike your own ID, she did not have a SUB-M rank listed. Instead the DOMA test occupies that spot, the triple-A rating indicating an extraordinary capability for that work.](else:)[Reaching across the desk to flip over the identification card, you find your Handler staring back at you via the image flash-printed onto the plastic. Just as you had a Bastion ID for use around the base, so did everyone employed here, from the lowliest guard to a personal as essential as $Artemis herself. At 48 years old, with 30 years of indicated service, $Artemis must have joined straight out of Academy-- a glance up at the diploma on the wall leading you to conclude that over more generalized conscription. The Background Dissonance Register near the bottom, a thicker component that appeared to be a live ticker, was elevated but not particularly high. What *was* high was her clearance, full access given to all parts of the city, security procedures, and clearance level. (set: $OneID to 1) Only belated do you recognize that, unlike your own ID, she did not have a SUB-M rank listed. Instead the DOMA test occupies that spot, the triple-A rating indicating an extraordinary capability for that work.] [[Interesting.->OfficeHub]]

(if: $Flash is 0)[<img alt="playerID1" src="images/reg/PlayerID1.png"/>](else-if: $Flash is 1)[<img alt="playerIDCorr" src="images/reg/PlayerIDCorr.png"/>] (if: $Comp is false)[Your gloved fingers, white and sterile, pluck uneasily at the computer terminal-- you may have used such systems once upon a time, but those memories had been flashed away. And since becoming wetware the only time you had interacted with computers was by interfacing with them directly, your implants and the careful observation of a team of scientists doing most of the work there. In the end it doesn't matter much as your touch ignites the screen *and* a flicker from the small device emerging from beneath the box-like screen. An ID-card reader, one that picks up yours from your wrist cuff immediately. (set: $Comp to true) (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[WETWARE 01 IDENTIFIED - ACCESS DENIED]] Your own ID pops up on the screen, just as your shock array engages, the pain brief but quickly compelling-- you pull hands back with a hiss. The ID remains on the screen, accompanied by fresh text below. (color: red)[(font: "courier new")[WETWARE UNAUTHORIZED NETWORK ACCESS LOGGED]] That doesn't sound good, and you don't have a means of getting into the computer otherwise. [[You are a system component yourself, not a user of them.->OfficeHub]]](else:)[Your own image remains upon the computer screen, the curious exploration of your Handler's computer having resulted in a shock and logged act of disobedience. You do not doubt it will be brought up eventually. [[Until then you could only focus elsewhere.->OfficeHub]]]

(font: "courier new")[**WC-V Progress Report 8-A** Prepared by: Doctor Asakuma *Initial hopes of purification via isolation are unlikely to be satisfied. Dissonance corruption appears to be near complete, suggesting extensive exposure since the loss of REDACTED nearly REDACTED years ago. The subject has thus remained largely hostile, lurching between intense physical cravings and moments of lucidity-- the latter provoking anger when confronted with lab personnel.* *It is our opinion that further detail on the subject's experiences since capture by the enemy are unlikely to be disclosed to humanity. However, limited affinity has been shown towards patients brought in from isolation that exhibit very high dissonance levels. It is thus our opinion that the secondary plan utilizing Wetware $Zero be undertaken before the subject's transfer to off-site isolation ward. Moving the subject will also satisfy safety concerns-- coordinated efforts by Entities to reclaim the subject suggestion likely direction by REDACTED.*] Reading the report invokes a sense of vague deja-vu, but you feel you're missing context somehow. [[That's not uncommon, given how often you are flashed.->OfficeHub]]

(font: "courier new")[**Less Intrusive Behavior Reinforcement Models** A Program Proposal Prepared by: Doctor Kasa *As acknowledged submissives with extraordinary Sub-M characteristics, wetware have traditionally undergone behavior reinforcement to induce personalities and bodily responses conducive to near perpetual states of submissiveness, and extremely demanding sprints of physical restraint and Instrument syncing. Current methods have proven effective, and this is not an attempt to debate that-- what I am proposing is further exploration of less intrusive models for maintaining submissive mindsets in wetware via less physically and mentally compulsive methods.* *Attached you will find my proposal for using several different historically submissive and docile occupations that could be adapted to a wetware's experience. Research indicates that varying a wetware's daily schedule helps maintain their mental stability long term, and while this usually conflicts with the regimentation and flashing necessary to maintain proper sync levels, it is my hope that this new methodology could allow for restorative short periods in other roles while still reinforcing desired behavior and mindsets.* *As a prospective first test of this proposed system, I have identified the role of* **maid** *as a first candidate for such experimentation...*] While most of the sheet was neatly printed, your Handler's distinctive handwriting had appended a note towards the bottom. (color: blue)[Approved-- though we will need to postpone the first trial until recent events have grown less urgent. In your adaption of the experience, you should also consider replacing the associated uniform with one making use of the latex utilized in wetware wetsuits.] [[Interesting...->OfficeHub]]

Your Handler could be back any moment, and you do not want her to find you unprepared. The only question that remained then was how exactly you would wait for $Artemis. (if: $Leashed is true)[You might have sat down on the set of step-like protrusions that emerged from the wall beside her desk, but the leash you had snapped to your throat prevented you from reach it. That left you with merely standing and waiting, or settling into a kneeling position.](else:)[You could simply stand beside the desk, a respective gesture of your place and purpose. Or you could kneel, a posture that came to you without pretext-- likely a result of your imprinted training. A third option however, and by far the most comfortable, would be to use the recessed step-like protrusions from the wall as a simple seat.] [[Stand beside the desk.->StandDesk]] [[Kneel beside the desk.->KneelDesk]] (if: $Leashed is true)[(color: red)[You are unable to sit given your leash.]](else:)[[[Take a seat beside the desk, and slightly back.->SitDesk]]]

(if: $Math is 0)[Glancing at the report, you find thick blocks of text interspersed with extensive sets of calculations. The words are not very compelling, but the raw math immediately engages you-- you had always found calculations soothing, and intense skill with such things was a requirement for wetware candidacy in the first place. Furthermore you *know* these formulae-- they were one of the backbone moderating sets you processed almost without thinking while directly interfacing with your Instrument. It appears these are a slight deviation from your normal sets, an attempt to improve efficiency models without burning out literal synapses. In theory it even looked good, but you immediately detect a compounding error that would otherwise take several testing syncs to identify manually. (set: $Math to 1) [[Pick up a pen, and fix the formula.->FixMath]] [[Leave it be.->LeaveMath]]](else-if: $Math is 1)[You return your attention to the report on neural syncing frameworks, complete with its compromised improvements that would take several test syncs to otherwise identify. [[Pick up a pen, and fix the formula.->FixMath]] [[Leave it be.->LeaveMath]]](else:)[You return your attention to the report on neural syncing frameworks, the cascading errors you had picked up with ease now fixed with annotations in your small, perfectly formed handwriting. [[It had been so easy.->OfficeHub]]]

<img alt="cuffs" src="images/gear/cuffs.png"/> Your official uniform featured such cuffs precisely for easy restraint-- bondage was as normal to you as breathing was to humans. And you cannot help but indulge in it now, knowing that $Artemis tended to prefer you strictly restrained anyway. Circling your wrists behind your back, you align the requisite faces by sheer experience, and feel them suddenly snap together moments later. That was all it took to render yourself more than a little helpless, and that loss of control excited you fiercely. (color: red)[Your arms have been restrained!] (set: $ArmsBound to true) [[You will remain bound until someone desired to free you.->OfficeHub]]

You were *active wetware*, and it only made sense that the guest $Artemis had left to retrieve was made aware of that fact, wasn't it? (if: $ArmsBound is true)[If there was anyone to observe you they might have marveled at how you bent over without shifting your hips, pressing your throat to the desk until you heard a distinctive *click* and felt a slight tug on your collar. But that was only a wetware's flexibility on display, the orange cord gliding across your breasts as you stood back up to your full height.](else:)[Gloved fingers make sure of that as you seize the cord's end, aligning it with your collar until you heard a distinctive *click* and felt a slight tug on the collar. The leash now ran from desk to your throat, gliding across your breasts along the way.] (set: $Leashed to true) (color: red)[You have been leashed!] You could no longer wander far, nor reach the recessed portion on the wall behind $Artemis' desk that might have provided a seat. All you could do now was stand, or perhaps kneel. [[As it should be...?->OfficeHub]]

You select a (color: cyan)[light blue] pen from the small collection in the cup at desk's edge, and quickly set to annotating the existing formulae with your corrections. There isn't even much you actively think about, the complex math pouring out as if you were slotted in, the most delicate component in a towering war machine. By the time you conclude, your delicate, perfectly formed handwriting covers several sections of the paper-- and you have likely saved the wetware program a solid week of frustrated testing. (set: $Math to 2) [[It came so easily to you.->OfficeHub]]

You *could* fix the formulae, but your Handler had not set you to the task, and thus you do not engage with it. There had to have been a reason for that, some likely trivial motivation that was in your best interest. You are a delicate component, after all. [[It is better this way.->OfficeHub]]

<video src="images/player/selfexam.webm" type="video/webm" autoplay loop muted controls></video> (set: $Position to 1) Without any specific instruction from your Handler, you decide on the most straightforward approach-- simply standing beside the desk. As you do you glance down at yourself, the (color: cyan)[**00**] printed on your chest standing out above your glossy breasts, the rest of your skintight suit gleaming with every slight shifting movement you made. It felt good to be in your wetsuit, without the cloying annoyance of scratchy textiles. How humans could wear them each and every day you could not understand. (if: $Leashed is true)[Of course you had leashed yourself as well, the orange cord and its warning indicators running down from your throat, between your breasts, to the mounting point on the edge of $Artemis' desk. That too was soothing, the slight sense of its controlling pull a reminder you did not have to worry much about *thinking.* Your Handler would tell you what to do.](else:)[You do so without anything clipped to the collar of your suit, or the tighter monitoring choker beneath for that matter. It left you with a slightly heady feeling, being free like that-- despite knowing the office door was locked. You had only ever seen the city you protected from afar, but you had to wonder how people navigated such massive spaces without a leash to guide them.] (if: $ArmsBound is true)[As was common, your wrists are also bound behind your back. That only served to emphasize your bust more, as well as announcing to even the most casual observer that you either *liked* to be bound-- or was not given a choice in the matter. That didn't particularly bother you. Wetware were supposed to be restrained, often quite strictly, after all.](else:)[You struggle to find a comfortable position for your arms, the constant allure to slip them behind your back and align them-- thus locking your cuffs together-- increasing as the seconds ticked by. In the end you let one arm hang loosely, the other crossing beneath your chest to grip it slightly.] [[And then you wait.->ArtyReturn]]

<img alt="kneel" src="images/player/kneel.png"/> (set: $Position to 2) Without any specific instruction from your Handler, you find yourself slipping to your knees, taking a clearly submissive position beside her desk. As you do you glance down at yourself, the (color: cyan)[**00**] printed on your chest standing out above your glossy breasts, the rest of your skintight suit gleaming with every slight shifting movement you made. It felt good to be in your wetsuit, without the cloying annoyance of scratchy textiles. How humans could wear them each and every day you could not understand. (if: $Leashed is true)[Of course you had leashed yourself as well, the orange cord and its warning indicators running down from your throat, between your breasts, to the mounting point on the edge of $Artemis' desk. That too was soothing, the slight sense of its controlling pull a reminder you did not have to worry much about *thinking.* Your Handler would tell you what to do.](else:)[You do so without anything clipped to the collar of your suit, or the tighter monitoring choker beneath for that matter. It left you with a slightly heady feeling, being free like that-- despite knowing the office door was locked. You had only ever seen the city you protected from afar, but you had to wonder how people navigated such massive spaces without a leash to guide them.] (if: $ArmsBound is true)[As was common, your wrists are also bound behind your back. That only served to emphasize your bust more, as well as announcing to even the most casual observer that you either *liked* to be bound-- or was not given a choice in the matter. That didn't particularly bother you. Wetware were supposed to be restrained, often quite strictly, after all.](else:)[You struggle to find a comfortable position for your arms, the constant allure to slip them behind your back and align them-- thus locking your cuffs together-- increasing as the seconds ticked by. In the end you let one arm hang loosely, the other crossing beneath your chest to grip it slightly.] [[And then you wait.->ArtyReturn]]

<img alt="kneeltochest" src="images/player/kneetochest.png"/> (set: $Position to 3) Without any specific instruction from your Handler, find yourself slipping back several steps to the seat-like wall protrusions. Once there you pull your knees up, a posture as mildly defiant as it was intensely submissive. As you do you glance down at yourself, the (color: cyan)[**00**] printed on your chest standing out above your glossy breasts, the rest of your skintight suit gleaming with every slight shifting movement you made. It felt good to be in your wetsuit, without the cloying annoyance of scratchy textiles. How humans could wear them each and every day you could not understand. (if: $Leashed is true)[Of course you had leashed yourself as well, the orange cord and its warning indicators running down from your throat, between your breasts, to the mounting point on the edge of $Artemis' desk. That too was soothing, the slight sense of its controlling pull a reminder you did not have to worry much about *thinking.* Your Handler would tell you what to do.](else:)[You do so without anything clipped to the collar of your suit, or the tighter monitoring choker beneath for that matter. It left you with a slightly heady feeling, being free like that-- despite knowing the office door was locked. You had only ever seen the city you protected from afar, but you had to wonder how people navigated such massive spaces without a leash to guide them.] (if: $ArmsBound is true)[As was common, your wrists are also bound behind your back. That only served to emphasize your bust more, as well as announcing to even the most casual observer that you either *liked* to be bound-- or was not given a choice in the matter. That didn't particularly bother you. Wetware were supposed to be restrained, often quite strictly, after all.](else:)[You struggle to find a comfortable position for your arms, the constant allure to slip them behind your back and align them-- thus locking your cuffs together-- increasing as the seconds ticked by. In the end you let one arm hang loosely, the other crossing beneath your chest to grip it slightly.] [[And then you wait.->ArtyReturn]]

<img alt="stand1" src="images/artemis/stand1.png"/> Ultimately your Handler does not leave you alone long. The door's lock clicking to green gives the briefest of warnings before $Artemis returns, her jacket flaring decisively as she strides in. Behind her a slighter person follows, quite a bit more timidly. <img alt="headshot" src="images/001/headshot.png"/> A *boy*. He is wearing the variant of the uniform mandated by the Academy at its most basic, a white shirt that looked as clean as it was uncomfortable. The person wearing it is much the same, dark eyes flitting around the room beneath a shock of brown hair cut loosely-- though he halts suddenly upon noticing *you*. For a second your eyes meet, but he quickly pulls away from your placid red pair, glancing down-- then staring at-- your wetsuit for several moments before $Artemis clears her throat. She had taken a seat on the outward edge of her desk, (if: $Position is 1)[beside you.](else-if: $Position is 2)[beside and above you.](else:)[beside and slightly ahead of you.] "Focus, $One." It was not a name but a designation, the same sort you bore. And that is when you noticed the black band pulled tight around his throat, shimmering with inset circuitry-- a monitoring choker. This was not a person at all, but a *wetware*. Or at least a provisional one, given the **P** affixed to his number. "S-Sorry ma'am, I just haven't... seen one before." He meant *you*, even as his eyes continued to dart, unable to settle on any one thing. In the end it is $Artemis standing that draws his attention, a firm hand on his shoulder guiding him to the chair set before the desk. He sits immediately, the guidance seeming to steady him despite the awkward way he sets his hands in his lap. "Mhmm." That was all $Artemis said in return before she looked to you with all the confidence he lacked. "Introduce yourself, please." [["Hello, my name is 00."->EasyGreet]] [["Yes ma'am. I am Wetware 00, property of Bastion 08."->SubGreet]] [[Remain silent. Stare at him.->StareGreet]]

<img alt="happy" src="images/001/happy.png"/> Your greeting, as casual as you tended to get, evokes a small smile from the boy. He was about your age, you reckon, probably just a bit younger. At least he had worked up the confidence to reply. "My name is... umm, $One. Sorry, still getting used to that." "It will come easier in time," $Artemis replies, retaking her seat on the desk. "Once your imprinting is complete you will be able to recall essential things like your designation without conscious effort." Sitting far more comfortably than $One or your own (if: $Position is 1)[standing](else-if: $Position is 2)[kneeling](else:)[sitting] self, $Artemis continues. "$Zero, $One here is the newest wetware to graduate from the Prospect program to active service. He has not reached activation yet-- we are still working on his advanced training, imprinting, and progressing towards full spectrum flashes. But he *has* reached the point that we are going to begin integrating him into the complete lifestyle. That means he has been assigned a berth in your housing area, and will be adapting to daily life as a wetware." She crossed one leg over the other, a booted toe tapping a steady beat into the air. "$One, $Zero is a fully activated wetware with just over a year of service. She is property of the Bastion in general, and myself in particular. Until you are assigned a permanent Handler I will be ensuring your onboarding process is completed, and in time it is my hope that you will be just as $Zero is." He looked at you, (if: $Position is 1)[standing](else-if: $Position is 2)[kneeling](else:)[seated] there in your glossy wetsuit, (if: $ArmsBound is true)[arms locked behind your back](else:)[gloved hands on your thighs,] (if: $Leashed is true)[leashed securely to $Artemis' desk] and shivered slightly. "So I will have to... wear something like that?" $Artemis glanced your away, as if what you were wearing was the most natural thing in the world. "Of course, wetsuits are frequently required of wetware. Your monitoring collar will remain on at all times however, as will your *cage.* Though we will remove the latter when you are prepped for slotting in." He had blushed at that word, *cage*, with a ferocity that surprised you. $Artemis takes it in stride. "$Zero, tell him what you think about your wetsuit." [["It is my uniform, and nothing else compares."->NoCompare]] [["Rubber is so very comfortable, I don't like wearing anything else."->NothingElse]] [["My wetsuit improves my efficiency. I like it."->EfficiencyLike]] [["I wear it when required, but prefer my Academy uniform."->AcademyLike]]

<img alt="headshot" src="images/001/headshot.png"/> Your greeting, formal and dehumanizing, draws the boy in even as further apprehension manifests in the way he grips the edge of his seat. At least he had worked up the confidence to reply. "My name is... umm, $One. Sorry, still getting used to that." "It will come easier in time," $Artemis replies, retaking her seat on the desk. "Once your imprinting is complete you will be able to recall essential things like your designation without conscious effort." Sitting far more comfortably than $One or your own (if: $Position is 1)[standing](else-if: $Position is 2)[kneeling](else:)[sitting] self, $Artemis continues. "$Zero, $One here is the newest wetware to graduate from the Prospect program to active service. He has not reached activation yet-- we are still working on his advanced training, imprinting, and progressing towards full spectrum flashes. But he *has* reached the point that we are going to begin integrating him into the complete lifestyle. That means he has been assigned a berth in your housing area, and will be adapting to daily life as a wetware." She crossed one leg over the other, a booted toe tapping a steady beat into the air. "$One, $Zero is a fully activated wetware with just over a year of service. She is property of the Bastion in general, and myself in particular. Until you are assigned a permanent Handler I will be ensuring your onboarding process is completed, and in time it is my hope that you will be just as $Zero is." He looked at you, (if: $Position is 1)[standing](else-if: $Position is 2)[kneeling](else:)[seated] there in your glossy wetsuit, (if: $ArmsBound is true)[arms locked behind your back](else:)[gloved hands on your thighs,] (if: $Leashed is true)[leashed securely to $Artemis' desk] and shivered slightly. "So I will have to... wear something like that?" $Artemis glanced your away, as if what you were wearing was the most natural thing in the world. "Of course, wetsuits are frequently required of wetware. Your monitoring collar will remain on at all times however, as will your *cage.* Though we will remove the latter when you are prepped for slotting in." He had blushed at that word, *cage*, with a ferocity that surprised you. $Artemis takes it in stride. "$Zero, tell him what you think about your wetsuit." [["It is my uniform, and nothing else compares."->NoCompare]] [["Rubber is so very comfortable, I don't like wearing anything else."->NothingElse]] [["My wetsuit improves my efficiency. I like it."->EfficiencyLike]] [["I wear it when required, but prefer my Academy uniform."->AcademyLike]]

You remain silent in response, red eyes boring into the seated boy. He tries to meet them several times but shies away each time. Your singlemindedness could be intensely intimidating it seemed. "$Zero-- I will have you respond." That was $Artemis, leaning over casually as she turned towards her. She met your gaze, so intently in fact that you had to fight the instinct to look away yourself. "$One will better adapt to his new role with your assistance, so I will require that you respond to him. Introduce yourself." For once, silence could not be your response. [["Hello, my name is 00."->EasyGreet]] [["Yes ma'am. I am Wetware 00, property of Bastion 08."->SubGreet]]

(if: $Position is 1)[<img alt="front2" src="images/player/front2.png"/>](if: $Position is 2)[<img alt="kneel" src="images/player/kneel.png"/>](if: $Position is 3)[<img alt="kneeltochest" src="images/player/kneetochest.png"/>] (if: $Position is 1 or 2)[$Artemis gently places a hand on your back, the feeling of her fingers trailing idly along your suit to the powerpack between your shoulders a sensory treat.](else:)[$Artemis glances at your defensive position with a nod, knowing better than anyone else how you sometimes needed your space.] "Yes, $Zero has a uniform and orders, she needs nothing else. You have been told this, $One, but the flash sequence you are undergoing in preparation for activation will make remembering things hard. I will repeat necessary information as many times as necessary." She did not often smile, but this *was* as gentle as you ever saw $Artemis-- a state she generally only reserved for you in private. To the Bastion she was always nothing less than steely resolve. Did that dredge up in you jealousy? [[Yes, she is YOUR Handler.->Jealous1]] [[No, One was not a threat.->NoJeal]] [[It did not matter, jealousy was not something you were allowed to feel.->NoJealHard]]

(if: $Position is 1)[<img alt="front2" src="images/player/front2.png"/>](if: $Position is 2)[<img alt="kneel" src="images/player/kneel.png"/>](if: $Position is 3)[<img alt="kneeltochest" src="images/player/kneetochest.png"/>] (if: $Position is 1 or 2)[$Artemis gently places a hand on your back, the feeling of her fingers trailing idly along your suit to the powerpack between your shoulders a sensory treat.](else:)[$Artemis glances at your defensive position with a nod, knowing better than anyone else how you sometimes needed your space.] "Yes, a side effect of wetware conditioning is a tendency towards sensory overstimulation. The smoothness of rubber combats that, and the all-body embrace is generally comforting for a fully trained wetware like $Zero. You have been told this, $One, but the flash sequence you are undergoing in preparation for activation will make remembering things hard. I will repeat necessary information as many times as necessary." She did not often smile, but this *was* as gentle as you ever saw $Artemis-- a state she generally only reserved for you in private. To the Bastion she was always nothing less than steely resolve. Did that dredge up in you jealousy? [[Yes, she is YOUR Handler.->Jealous1]] [[No, One was not a threat.->NoJeal]] [[It did not matter, jealousy was not something you were allowed to feel.->NoJealHard]]

(if: $Position is 1)[<img alt="front2" src="images/player/front2.png"/>](if: $Position is 2)[<img alt="kneel" src="images/player/kneel.png"/>](if: $Position is 3)[<img alt="kneeltochest" src="images/player/kneetochest.png"/>] (if: $Position is 1 or 2)[$Artemis gently places a hand on your back, the feeling of her fingers trailing idly along your suit to the powerpack between your shoulders a sensory treat.](else:)[$Artemis glances at your defensive position with a nod, knowing better than anyone else how you sometimes needed your space.] "Yes, sensory regulation bleeds into deprivation while in such a suit, and that improves sync rates dramatically when slotted in. Outside of her Instrument, $Zero finds her uniform soothing. You have been told this, $One, but the flash sequence you are undergoing in preparation for activation will make remembering things hard. I will repeat necessary information as many times as necessary." She did not often smile, but this *was* as gentle as you ever saw $Artemis-- a state she generally only reserved for you in private. To the Bastion she was always nothing less than steely resolve. Did that dredge up in you jealousy? [[Yes, she is YOUR Handler.->Jealous1]] [[No, One was not a threat.->NoJeal]] [[It did not matter, jealousy was not something you were allowed to feel.->NoJealHard]]

(if: $Position is 1)[<img alt="front2" src="images/player/front2.png"/>](if: $Position is 2)[<img alt="kneel" src="images/player/kneel.png"/>](if: $Position is 3)[<img alt="kneeltochest" src="images/player/kneetochest.png"/>] (if: $Position is 1 or 2)[$Artemis gently places a hand on your back, the feeling of her fingers trailing idly along your suit to the powerpack between your shoulders a sensory treat.](else:)[$Artemis glances at your defensive position with a nod, knowing better than anyone else how you sometimes needed your space.] "Rubber tends to soothe wetware by addressing their tendency towards sensory overstimulation, but each wetware is different. Some find strength in fighting to maintain what little humanity they retain, and while that is not an easy path, I find it tends to make them stronger. You have been told this, $One, but the flash sequence you are undergoing in preparation for activation will make remembering things hard. I will repeat necessary information as many times as necessary." She did not often smile, but this *was* as gentle as you ever saw $Artemis-- a state she generally only reserved for you in private. To the Bastion she was always nothing less than steely resolve. Did that dredge up in you jealousy? [[Yes, she is YOUR Handler.->Jealous1]] [[No, One was not a threat.->NoJeal]] [[It did not matter, jealousy was not something you were allowed to feel.->NoJealHard]]

<img alt="front2" src="images/001/headshot.png"/> Yes. You feel the unfamiliar emotion simmering in your chest, a cold flame you are woefully ill-equipped to address. Flashing stripped you of many emotions, and others had been trained out of you. This one, so rarely felt, quickly threatened to consume you as you stared at $One. He was just a *boy* and he didn't understand what $Artemis meant to you, what she *did* for you, and-- "$Zero." Your Handler's voice cuts into those thoughts like a blade. "Eyes down." (set: $Jealous to true) [[Follow the command immediately. Look down.->JealDown]] [[Hesitate, stare at One for just a moment longer.->JealResist]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> You snuff the flame of resistance immediately, smothering it with submission-- or perhaps *pride*. $One was only a provisional wetware, after all. As you lower your gaze to the floor submissively, you catch $Artemis smiling. "$Zero is well trained. She is welcoming and helpful. Dutifully submissive. And she understands she will be punished if she is otherwise." "S-She likes being like... that?" $One asks, having replaced your stare with one of his own. "You are overthinking it," $Artemis replies. "We will address that with time. $Zero is wetware, she performs her purpose. That is what is required of her." "(if:$ArmsBound is true or $Leashed is true)[You will have noticed she is bound, of course. And that $Zero's suit is designed for her easy restraint.](else:)[You will have noticed that while she is not bound now, her suit is designed for easy restraint.] While in her standard uniform, $Zero can be restrained at distance via several different commands to her suit, or in-person by any properly trained Bastion personnel. She desires bondage in most circumstances... as do you, $One. Are you aroused right now?" He had been slouching, but the provisional wetware straightened up as if he had been shocked. His hands, resting on his lap, fidgeted as he looked away, blushing furiously. "I-I mean, u-uh..." $Artemis ran over him with another look your way. $Zero, are you aroused?" [["I am always aroused, ma'am. I am wetware."->AlwaysAroused]] [["If you command it, ma'am."->CommandArouse]] [[Blush and look away as well.->BlushArouse]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> You snuff the flame of resistance immediately, smothering it with overriding submission. This was more than just your natural tendency, only a fully trained wetware could empty herself of thought like you do. It was simpler that way. As you lower your gaze to the floor submissively, you catch $Artemis smiling. "$Zero is well trained. She is welcoming and helpful. Dutifully submissive. And she understands she will be punished if she is otherwise." "S-She likes being like... that?" $One asks, having replaced your stare with one of his own. "You are overthinking it," $Artemis replies. "We will address that with time. $Zero is wetware, she performs her purpose. That is what is required of her." "(if:$ArmsBound is true or $Leashed is true)[You will have noticed she is bound, of course. And that $Zero's suit is designed for her easy restraint.](else:)[You will have noticed that while she is not bound now, her suit is designed for easy restraint.] While in her standard uniform, $Zero can be restrained at distance via several different commands to her suit, or in-person by any properly trained Bastion personnel. She desires bondage in most circumstances... as do you, $One. Are you aroused right now?" He had been slouching, but the provisional wetware straightened up as if he had been shocked. His hands, resting on his lap, fidgeted as he looked away, blushing furiously. "I-I mean, u-uh..." $Artemis ran over him with another look your way. $Zero, are you aroused?" [["I am always aroused, ma'am. I am wetware."->AlwaysAroused]] [["If you command it, ma'am."->CommandArouse]] [[Blush and look away as well.->BlushArouse]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> You lower your gaze to the floor immediately, red eyes staring at $One replaced by darkened eyelids and a submissive burst of cold that snuffs out the flame of jealous. $Artemis (if: $Position is 1 or 2)[had moved her hand up, closing it around the back of your neck possessively.](else:)[had stood, taking a position directly before you, towering over your seated form.] "You will excuse her," your Handler declared. "Like any wetware, my $Zero needs strict guidance at times. She will be welcoming and helpful. Dutifully submissive." You aren't given the opportunity to contest that, $Artemis remaining honed in on you until the jealousy had been thoroughly suppressed. Only then did she (if: $Position is 1 or 2)[release you,](else:)[return to the desk]. "S-She was just... looking..." $One tried to intervene, but $Artemis was ready for that too. "No, she was acting contrary to her programming." Regardless, she did not linger on the topic, shifting instead to gesture in your direction. "(if:$ArmsBound is true or $Leashed is true)[You will have noticed she bound, of course. And that $Zero's suit is designed for her easy restraint.](else:)[You will have noticed that while she is not bound now, her suit is designed for easy restraint.] While in her standard uniform, $Zero can be restrained at distance via several different commands to her suit, or in-person by any properly trained Bastion personnel. She desires bondage in most circumstances... as do you, $One. Are you aroused right now?" He had been slouching, but the provisional wetware straightened up as if he had been shocked. His hands, resting on his lap, fidgeted as he looked away, blushing furiously. "I-I mean, u-uh..." $Artemis ran over him with another look your way. $Zero, are you aroused?" [["I am always aroused, ma'am. I am wetware."->AlwaysAroused]] [["If you command it, ma'am."->CommandArouse]] [[Blush and look away as well.->BlushArouse]]

<img alt="front" src="images/player/front.png"/> You hold your stare, challenging $One, at least until $Artemis (if: $Position is 1 or 2)[had moved her hand up, closing it around the back of your neck possessively.](else:)[had stood, taking a position directly before you, towering over your seated form.] "You will excuse her," your Handler declared. "Like any wetware, my $Zero needs strict guidance at times. She will be welcoming and helpful. Dutifully submissive. Eyes down." You aren't given the opportunity to contest that, $Artemis remaining honed in on you until you had complied. The flame of jealousy is snuffed, replaced by the cool comfort of submission. Only then did she (if: $Position is 1 or 2)[release you,](else:)[return to the desk]. "S-She was just... looking..." $One tried to intervene, but $Artemis was ready for that too. "No, she was acting contrary to her programming." Regardless, she did not linger on the topic, shifting instead to gesture in your direction. "(if:$ArmsBound is true or $Leashed is true)[You will have noticed she bound, of course. And that $Zero's suit is designed for her easy restraint.](else:)[You will have noticed that while she is not bound now, her suit is designed for easy restraint.] While in her standard uniform, $Zero can be restrained at distance via several different commands to her suit, or in-person by any properly trained Bastion personnel. She desires bondage in most circumstances... as do you, $One. Are you aroused right now?" He had been slouching, but the provisional wetware straightened up as if he had been shocked. His hands, resting on his lap, fidgeted as he looked away, blushing furiously. "I-I mean, u-uh..." $Artemis ran over him with another look your way. $Zero, are you aroused?" [["I am always aroused, ma'am. I am wetware."->AlwaysAroused]] [["If you command it, ma'am."->CommandArouse]] [[Blush and look away as well.->BlushArouse]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/artemis/smile.png"/> Your open admission is as much a shock to $One as $Artemis' original question, but your Handler takes it in stride, sounding almost pleased. "We will work on that too, $One. Wetware do not need shame. Everyone here at the Bastion knows your purpose, after all, and how you serve. $Zero does it with a pair of stimulators pumping into her holes-- your only difference will be a stroker instead of an insert for your front port." The boy reminded you of your Instrument under excessive heat in that moment-- shut down and rebooting. $Artemis seemed to have intended just that, a shock to the proverbial system being a tactic she often favored with you after all. { (if: $TwoHumbled is true)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Shocker is 1)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 2)] (if: $Shocker is 2)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Position is 2)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $ArmsBound is true)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Leashed is true)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Dissonant is 1)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Dissonant is 2)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 2)] (if: $Jealous is false)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)]} "Now then, $Zero, your curfew is fast approaching. Tomorrow morning I am likely to make use of you, but I have one final mission for you tonight. I would like you to take $One to the canteen and get him a meal." $Artemis placed a meal token, the sort that got a *good* meal, on the corner of her desk. "He is on the supplements to enable ultra-high calorie wetware feeding, but is not yet ready for that. Get him something nice." Your Handler moved to cup your chin again, gently. (if: $ArtyPoints > 7)["You have been a very good girl today, $Zero.](else-if: $ArtyPoints > 4)["You have generally been a good girl today, $Zero.](else:)["You have not always been a good girl today, $Zero.] (if: $TwoHumbled is true)[Humbling $Two and bringing her to our offices restrained.] (if: $Shocker is 1)[Not earning a punishment shock when with $Two.](if: $Shocker is 2)[Admitting to getting shocked while with $Two today.] (if: $Position is 2)[Kneeling as you are now.] (if: $ArmsBound is true)[Binding yourself for this meeting.] (if: $Leashed is true)[Leashing yourself.] (if: $Dissonant is 1)[Keeping free of dissonance.](if: $Dissonant is 2)[Telling me of your Dissonant episode.] (if: $Jealous is false)[And of course, not allowing jealousy to interfere in $One's activation.]" (if: $ArtyPoints > 2)[She placed a second token atop the first. "The second one is for you-- a reward for your behavior. You may have earned other rewards, we will address those once you complete your current mission. (set: $TokenCount to it + 1)](else:)[She tapped the singular token. "Had you behaved better, I might have been tempted to give you a second food token. You will have to make do as is.]" [[Being good did have its rewards...->WrapOneIntro]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/artemis/smile.png"/> Your willingness to admit openly to arousal, if commanded, widens $One's eyes considerably, but your Handler takes it in stride, sounding almost pleased. "You will also learn to follow orders so succinctly, $One. Wetware do not need shame. Everyone here at the Bastion knows your purpose, after all, and how you serve. $Zero does it with a pair of stimulators pumping into her holes-- your only difference will be a stroker instead of an insert for your front port." The boy reminded you of your Instrument under excessive heat in that moment-- shut down and rebooting. $Artemis seemed to have intended just that, a shock to the proverbial system being a tactic she often favored with you after all. { (if: $TwoHumbled is true)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Shocker is 1)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 2)] (if: $Shocker is 2)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Position is 2)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $ArmsBound is true)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Leashed is true)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Dissonant is 1)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Dissonant is 2)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 2)] (if: $Jealous is false)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)]} "Now then, $Zero, your curfew is fast approaching. Tomorrow morning I am likely to make use of you, but I have one final mission for you tonight. I would like you to take $One to the canteen and get him a meal." $Artemis placed a meal token, the sort that got a *good* meal, on the corner of her desk. "He is on the supplements to enable ultra-high calorie wetware feeding, but is not yet ready for that. Get him something nice." Your Handler moved to cup your chin again, gently. (if: $ArtyPoints > 7)["You have been a very good girl today, $Zero.](else-if: $ArtyPoints > 4)["You have generally been a good girl today, $Zero.](else:)["You have not always been a good girl today, $Zero.] (if: $TwoHumbled is true)[Humbling $Two and bringing her to our offices restrained.] (if: $Shocker is 1)[Not earning a punishment shock when with $Two.](if: $Shocker is 2)[Admitting to getting shocked while with $Two today.] (if: $Position is 2)[Kneeling as you are now.] (if: $ArmsBound is true)[Binding yourself for this meeting.] (if: $Leashed is true)[Leashing yourself.] (if: $Dissonant is 1)[Keeping free of dissonance.](if: $Dissonant is 2)[Telling me of your Dissonant episode.] (if: $Jealous is false)[And of course, not allowing jealousy to interfere in $One's activation.]" (if: $ArtyPoints > 2)[She placed a second token atop the first. "The second one is for you-- a reward for your behavior. You may have earned other rewards, we will address those once you complete your current mission. (set: $TokenCount to it + 1)](else:)[She tapped the singular token. "Had you behaved better, I might have been tempted to give you a second food token. You will have to make do as is.]" [[Being good did have its rewards...->WrapOneIntro]]

<img alt="lookdown2" src="images/artemis/lookdown2.png"/> Your embarrassment is soft, unfocused, and utterly submissive. A direct question demanded a direct response however, no matter if it was a status update or something as personal as your arousal, and $Artemis is quick to correct. "She is very aroused, $One. $Zero cannot help herself. Wetware do not need shame. Everyone here at the Bastion knows your purpose, after all, and how you serve. $Zero does it with a pair of stimulators pumping into her holes-- your only difference will be a stroker instead of an insert for your front port." The boy reminded you of your Instrument under excessive heat in that moment-- shut down and rebooting. $Artemis seemed to have intended just that, a shock to the proverbial system being a tactic she often favored with you after all. { (if: $TwoHumbled is true)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Shocker is 1)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 2)] (if: $Shocker is 2)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Position is 2)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $ArmsBound is true)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Leashed is true)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Dissonant is 1)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] (if: $Dissonant is 2)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 2)] (if: $Jealous is false)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)]} "Now then, $Zero, your curfew is fast approaching. Tomorrow morning I am likely to make use of you, but I have one final mission for you tonight. I would like you to take $One to the canteen and get him a meal." $Artemis placed a meal token, the sort that got a *good* meal, on the corner of her desk. "He is on the supplements to enable ultra-high calorie wetware feeding, but is not yet ready for that. Get him something nice." Your Handler moved to cup your chin again, gently. (if: $ArtyPoints > 7)["You have been a very good girl today, $Zero.](else-if: $ArtyPoints > 4)["You have generally been a good girl today, $Zero.](else:)["You have not always been a good girl today, $Zero.] (if: $TwoHumbled is true)[Humbling $Two and bringing her to our offices restrained.] (if: $Shocker is 1)[Not earning a punishment shock when with $Two.](if: $Shocker is 2)[Admitting to getting shocked while with $Two today.] (if: $Position is 2)[Kneeling as you are now.] (if: $ArmsBound is true)[Binding yourself for this meeting.] (if: $Leashed is true)[Leashing yourself.] (if: $Dissonant is 1)[Keeping free of dissonance.](if: $Dissonant is 2)[Telling me of your Dissonant episode.] (if: $Jealous is false)[And of course, not allowing jealousy to interfere in $One's activation.]" (if: $ArtyPoints > 2)[She placed a second token atop the first. "The second one is for you-- a reward for your behavior. You may have earned other rewards, we will address those once you complete your current mission. (set: $TokenCount to it + 1)](else:)[She tapped the singular token. "Had you behaved better, I might have been tempted to give you a second food token. You will have to make do as is.]" [[Being good did have its rewards...->WrapOneIntro]]

(if: $Leashed is true)[Reaching to your throat, $Artemis unlocked the orange strap that had been serving as your leash, coiling atop her desk.(set: $Leashed to false)] (if: $ArmsBound is true)[Returning to her seat behind her desk, $Artemis unlocked your wrist cuffs with a few button clicks on the device,](else:)[Returning to her seat behind her desk,] while $One's cheeks still burned furiously. "Wetware, safety position." (if: $ArmsBound is true)[Despite your just unlocked wrists, you knew that command.(set: $ArmsBound to false)](else:)[You knew that command.] It was one of a catalogue drilled into you each and every imprinting session, seared onto your mind no matter how many flashes occurred. $One appeared to know it too, as he immediately moved his arms behind his back-- and seated as he was, that meant behind the chair. With your wetsuit on, it demanded wrists behind your back, aligned for restraint if the command issuer desired. [[You comply immediately.->CollarActivation]]

<img alt="choker" src="images/gear/choker.jpg"/> This time, at least, you aren't restrained. Instead $Artemis works at her computer for several moments before you notice the tight choker $One wore around his throat flashing in a specific sequence. You imagine your own is doing much the same. "There we are," $Artemis explains. "$One, from this point forward you are under full monitoring protocols. That includes biometric and locational tracking, as I already mentioned, as well as behavior correction. That means, like $Zero, you are no longer allowed to touch yourself between the legs, nor touch any other wetware there. Doing so will result in a corrective shock and a log entry in my terminal, which I likely *address* with you later. You knew all too well how your Handler 'addressed' such things, and $One seemed to get the idea well enough too. He nodded, any words caught in his throat. $Artemis took that for compliance. "Very well. Position rescinded. $One, you will be accompanying $Zero to the Bastion canteen for dinner. After which she will take you to your quarters, in the Slot. Ah, $Zero, make sure he does not lose this." Besides the commissary token(if: $TokenCount is 2)[s], $Artemis presses an ID card into your hand. <img alt="01ID" src="images/reg/01ID.png"/> Whatever it had once been, $One's identification card was now styled like your own-- a wetware's, complete with all the restrictions and regulations that entailed. Looking up from the card, you catch $Artemis smiling just a *bit* once again. "You are dismissed, $Zero. $One?" "Accompanying her," $One replied immediately, almost jumping to his feet. He followed you to the door, and you found him staring at your rear when you turned to align your wrist with the lock. It pinged open as he looked away, and together you stepped out into the hall. $Artemis watched you go before turning back to her work. [[You emerge back in the Handler hallway.->FiveReturns]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> Instead of the quiet, wood-paneled hall you instead find yourself ambushed by a flurry of glossy pink rubber. $Five, apparently freshly freed from her assignment on standby duty, had been leaning up against the wall. Upon seeing you however she had slipped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in. Her suit is warm and smooth against your own. "Hey sis...!" She said it with a curved little smile, a long finger pressing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. Only belatedly did she seem to realize $One behind you, very much your shadow startled into the light by the way she rounded on him. "And this must be our new processor-to-be, huh? Oooooh..." $Five glanced your way, her arm still around your shoulders. "Introduce us, sis?" [[Gesture towards him. "This is Wetware 01. Provisional."->GestureFive]] [[Hug her. "This is Wetware 01. Provisional."->HugFive]]

<img alt="eager" src="images/005/eager.png"/> She smiles and $One seems very much like a minor entity caught before a charging Instrument. Slipping from her embrace of you, $Five stepped up before the newcomer to the Bastion. She was two or three inches taller, but narrowed the difference by bending slightly forward, hands on her thighs. The posture pressed her chest together and up as she tipped her head. "I see he has been collared already. But has his discipline mode been engaged?" $One blushed, red and hard, stammering out something that almost sounded like a word. It was clear $Five hadn't expected a response as she instead looks over her shoulder back to you, biting her bottom lip in a way that absolutely *shouted* she was more teasing him as much as she was curious. *You could answer, at least. $Artemis had engaged his collar's full surveillance and monitoring suite in front of you, after all.* [["Yes, he is under full wetware restrictions starting today."->RestrictedBoo]] [["He is collared, monitored, AND caged. Yes."->CagedBoo]] [["01-P can speak for himself."->SpeakSelfBoo]]

<img alt="eager" src="images/005/eager.png"/> She smiles and $One seems very much like a minor entity caught before a charging Instrument. Only your hug momentarily distracts her, $Five returning the gesturing with a strong embrace of her own-- your glossy suits squeaking from the contact, and a low warble from your collars suggesting you were getting close to disallowed contact. Eventually $Five broke free, stepping up before the newcomer to the Bastion. She was two or three inches taller, but narrowed the difference by bending slightly forward, hands on her thighs. The posture pressed her chest together and up as she tipped her head. "I see he has been collared already. But has his discipline mode been engaged?" $One blushed, red and hard, stammering out something that almost sounded like a word. It was clear $Five hadn't expected a response as she instead looks over her shoulder back to you, biting her bottom lip in a way that absolutely *shouted* she was more teasing him as much as she was curious. *You could answer, at least. $Artemis had engaged his collar's full surveillance and monitoring suite in front of you, after all.* [["Yes, he is under full wetware restrictions starting today."->RestrictedBoo]] [["He is collared, monitored, AND caged. Yes."->CagedBoo]] [["01-P can speak for himself."->SpeakSelfBoo]]

<img alt="hips" src="images/005/hips.png"/> Your answer, succinct and informative, draws a wink from $Five. It is likely she had been briefed on $One's arrival by her Handler, much as you had. Turning back to the newcomer, she smiles more openly now, friendly and inviting. "Good. We're *all* fully restricted. Well--" a hand flicked, indicating you and her. "--our uniforms ensure we're a bit more restricted, but I'm sure you will be wearing one in no time. Anyway! Good to meet you, $One. I'm $Five! Fully activated wetware, Retrofit Gen-IV, assault specialist, other things I've been probably been flashed into forgetting." She shrugged, as if that didn't concern her in the slightest. $One had barely recovered, skittish as he was, a situation that only redoubles as $Five pulls him in close, looping an arm around his shoulders now. "I'm supposed to accompany $Zero and you to dinner. Team bonding, right? I mean they're going to imprint you into our minds, same as we will be in yours, so we better get used to each other." When he didn't respond, clearly trying very hard not to stare at her pink suit pressed against him, $Five continued on nonchalantly. "Just think of $Zero and I like we're your sisters, $Zero. You can talk to us about anything, ask us anything too. Before we do though, did $Artemis give you any commissary tokens, $Zero?" (if: $TokenCount is 1)[She had of course, though only the one intended for getting $One a proper meal. [["Just one, Sis."->OneToken]] [["Just one, 05."->OneToken]]](else-if: $TokenCount is 2)[She had of course, one intended for getting $One a proper meal, and a second for your good behavior. [["Two of them, Sis."->TwoToken]] [["Two of them, 05."->TwoToken]]](else:)[BROKEN TOKENS, REPORT ME]

<img alt="hips" src="images/005/hips.png"/> Your answer, both truthful and just a bit teasing, draws a wink from $Five-- she always enjoyed someone playing into her little performances. It is likely she had been briefed on $One's arrival by her Handler, much as you had. Turning back to the newcomer, she smiles more openly now, friendly and inviting. "Good. We're *all* fully restricted. Well--" a hand flicked, indicating you and her. "--our uniforms ensure we're restricted in one way, while your cage ensures your restricted in *another* way. Config-type males are so strange that way." If $One had ever had their restrained sexual autonomy discussed so nonchalantly before, you would have been surprised-- his cheeks were emulating a hazy red sunset. $Five meanwhile pushed on eagerly. "Anyway! Good to meet you, $One. I'm $Five! Fully activated wetware, Retrofit Gen-IV, assault specialist, other things I've been probably been flashed into forgetting." She shrugged, as if that didn't concern her in the slightest. $One had barely recovered, skittish as he was, a situation that only redoubles as $Five pulls him in close, looping an arm around his shoulders now. "I'm supposed to accompany $Zero and you to dinner. Team bonding, right? I mean they're going to imprint you into our minds, same as we will be in yours, so we better get used to each other." When he didn't respond, clearly trying very hard not to stare at her pink suit pressed against him, $Five continued on nonchalantly. "Just think of $Zero and I like we're your sisters, $Zero. You can talk to us about anything, ask us anything too. Before we do though, did $Artemis give you any commissary tokens, $Zero?" (if: $TokenCount is 1)[She had of course, though only the one intended for getting $One a proper meal. [["Just one, Sis."->OneToken]] [["Just one, 05."->OneToken]]](else-if: $TokenCount is 2)[She had of course, one intended for getting $One a proper meal, and a second for your good behavior. [["Two of them, Sis."->TwoToken]] [["Two of them, 05."->TwoToken]]](else:)[BROKEN TOKENS, REPORT ME]

<img alt="hips" src="images/005/hips.png"/> Your answer, allow $One the opportunity to speak for himself, does seem to strengthen the newcomer. Despite the sudden spotlight, he replies after only a little hesitation. "I-I'm... Wetware $One, provisional. I was just assigned to Handler $Artemis, and this Bastion. And... yes, I am under full protocols, as I understand it." $Five seems just as pleased by his (minimal) display of confidence, and immediately augments it, openly smiling now, friendly and inviting. "Good. We're *all* fully restricted. Well--" a hand flicked, indicating you and her. "--our uniforms ensure we're a bit more restricted, but I'm sure you will be wearing one in no time. Anyway! Good to meet you, $One. I'm $Five! Fully activated wetware, Retrofit Gen-IV, assault specialist, other things I've been probably been flashed into forgetting." She shrugged, as if that didn't concern her in the slightest. $One had barely recovered, skittish as he was, a situation that only redoubles as $Five pulls him in close, looping an arm around his shoulders now. "I'm supposed to accompany $Zero and you to dinner. Team bonding, right? I mean they're going to imprint you into our minds, same as we will be in yours, so we better get used to each other." When he didn't respond, clearly trying very hard not to stare at her pink suit pressed against him, $Five continued on nonchalantly. "Just think of $Zero and I like we're your sisters, $Zero. You can talk to us about anything, ask us anything too. Before we do though, did $Artemis give you any commissary tokens, $Zero?" (if: $TokenCount is 1)[She had of course, though only the one intended for getting $One a proper meal. [["Just one, Sis."->OneToken]] [["Just one, 05."->OneToken]]](else-if: $TokenCount is 2)[She had of course, one intended for getting $One a proper meal, and a second for your good behavior. [["Two of them, Sis."->TwoToken]] [["Two of them, 05."->TwoToken]]](else:)[BROKEN TOKENS, REPORT ME]

$Five sighs. "They want us on slurry then. Hmmph. (color: yellow)[Athena] has me on punishment rations still, for igniting my sword near the Bastion." She moved to cross her arms, pulling $One's head into her chest, before realizing her mistake and releasing the grateful provisional wetware to tap a gloved finger on her chin. "Well," her smile turned mischievous. "Perhaps I can do something about that. Let's go." [[She leads the way back towards the Bastion atrium.->BastAtPass]]

$Five sighs. "I'm fated for slurry then. Hmmph. (color: yellow)[Athena] has me on punishment rations still, for igniting my sword near the Bastion." She moved to cross her arms, pulling $One's head into her chest, before realizing her mistake and releasing the grateful provisional wetware to tap a gloved finger on her chin. "Well," her smile turned mischievous. "Perhaps I can do something about that. Let's go." [[She leads the way back towards the Bastion atrium.->BastAtPass]]

Passing out of the Handler offices, edging along the Hotlabs, you descend back down into the Atrium proper-- and find it largely empty. Apparently it was later in the night than you had realized, a relatively common occurrence. Flashing made you susceptible to losing track of such things, a useful trait when slotted in for hours on end while deployed. The commissary area is in fact entirely empty, most of the chairs around the edges of the seating area flipped up to rest on the table, allowing for cleaners to address the stonework floor. A few were still right side up nearest the counter itself however, and behind it a familiar face. <img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> *Somewhat* familiar. You feel a sense of deja-vu looking up at him, though your flashed mind had otherwise been cleaned of pertinent details like his name. Luckily the man is quick to provide upon noticing not one, but *three* wetware on approach. "Why, hello girls-- and $One. Did I get that right?" Your companion nodded as the man indicated himself. "In the event you don't remember, my name is Sergeant Reggie Varenbocker. My friends call me Reggie, and so should all of you. How can I help?" $Five stepped up immediately, drumming her fingers on the counter between them. You catch her glancing at the display of chocolates just to the side. "$Zero, can you show the Sergeant--" The Officer cut in. "Just Reggie, miss." "Can you show Reggie $One's ID?" Once you did, she looked back to the man. "Could you explain how our rations work, and the token system? He's Liq-Only, but the prelim-supplements I guess, not nutrient slurry yet." Checking the ID, and nodding that it indeed aligned with her story, $Reggie launched into the requested explanation. $One listened eagerly, you could almost imagine him taking notes on it, but $Five uses it as a distraction to pull you aside. *"Do you want chocolate?"* [["We are not allowed that."->NoChocolate]] [[Nod. Of COURSE you do.->YesChocolate]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> "Yeah, that's what makes it *fun.* Come on, have you tried it? I..." $Five's brows knit together in frustration, though she plays it off quick with a shrug. "...guess its hard to remember." (if: $Choc is 1 or $Choc2 is 4 or $Choc2 is 6)[*You too struggle to recall such an experience, the flashing of your mind once more displaying its heavy toll. But from somewhere deep down you pull out scraps of... a sweet sensation. Satisfaction. You do think you like chocolate.*](else-if: $Choc2 is 5 or 6)[*You too struggle to recall such an experience, the flashing of your mind once more displaying its heavy toll. But from somewhere deep down you out scraps of... this very commissary area, of a plant where you had... done something. A quick glance around picks out only a singular potted plant nearby. Maybe you should examine it?*](else:)[*You too struggle to recall such an experience, the flashing of your mind once more displaying its heavy toll. After several moments of consideration you find your memories on such topics sterile and clean, neatly swept away.*] $Five leans in, conspiratorially. "If you distract commissary guy for just a bit longer, I'll get you some." [["You mean steal it?"->StealAsk]] [["Okay, I'll... help."->LikeChoccy]] [["I won't help with that, 05."->NoLikeChoccy]] (if: $Choc2 is 5 or 6)[[["Wait one moment." (Check the plant nearby.)->PlantCheck]]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> "It's so much better than nutrient slurry. The taste... or was it the smell? I..." $Five's brows knit together in frustration, though she plays it off quick with a shrug. "...guess its hard to remember." (if: $Choc is 1 or $Choc2 is 4 or $Choc2 is 6)[*You too struggle to recall such an experience, the flashing of your mind once more displaying its heavy toll. But from somewhere deep down you pull out scraps of... a sweet sensation. Satisfaction. You do think you like chocolate.*](else-if: $Choc2 is 5 or 6)[*You too struggle to recall such an experience, the flashing of your mind once more displaying its heavy toll. But from somewhere deep down you out scraps of... this very commissary area, of a plant where you had... done something. A quick glance around picks out only a singular potted plant nearby. Maybe you should examine it?*](else:)[*You too struggle to recall such an experience, the flashing of your mind once more displaying its heavy toll. After several moments of consideration you find your memories on such topics sterile and clean, neatly swept away.*] $Five leans in, conspiratorially. "If you distract commissary guy for just a bit longer, I'll get you some." [["You mean steal it?"->StealAsk]] [["Okay, I'll... help."->LikeChoccy]] [["I won't help with that, 05."->NoLikeChoccy]] (if: $Choc2 is 5 or 6)[[["Wait one moment." (Check the plant nearby.)->PlantCheck]]]

"Hell yeah, sis. Alright, will only take a second. You stand to the right of $One, I'll move up to his left... keep that Reggie's eyes on you. Alright?" She tipped her head forward, winking over the edge of her glasses before pushing them up and turning suddenly on her heel. $One and Reggie were in the middle of discussing something, but $Five intervenes with all her usual enthusiasm. "Hey, Officer, $Zero had a question for you!" The interruption is blunt, but effective, as both Reggie and $One turn to you expectantly. $Five meanwhile edges over towards the side of the food stand. [[Stand there blankly.->NoTalkDistract]] [["Um... when will One start on nutrient slurry?"->NurtDistract]] [["Why don't you let us eat REAL food?!"->BoldDistract]]

<img alt="eager" src="images/005/eager.png"/> $Five leans through your refusal, half-lidded eyes suddenly as alluring as the little half-smile she hits you with. "Come on, $Zero. If we get caught, we'll just get punished. And that's not so bad... right?" [["Okay, I'll... help."->LikeChoccy]] [["I will not disobey my Handler."->NoLikeChoccy2]] [["I said no, 05."->NoLikeChoccy2]] [["No. I'm a good girl."->NoLikeChoccy2]]

<img alt="choc" src="images/reg/choc.png"/> (set: $Choc2 to 8) $Five quirks her head, eyes squinted as you step to the side suddenly, crouching down before the small potted decoration. Your wetsuit squeaks just a bit as you do, its full body embrace all the tighter when you bent over like this. And to your surprise you find a small blue-gold box nestled just out of sight. "No way!" $Five murmurs as you pop the top open, glimpsing a small square of chocolate before hastily closing it up again. You can't help look over your shoulder towards where $One and Reggie were still talking, but $Five steps between you and them, hiding you. "Did you put that there? I remember when I was younger and remembered more, I-- ah! We're gonna miss our chance! Keep hold of that one, I can still get another, $One. From Reggie, if you help distract him. What do you say?" [["Okay, I'll... help."->LikeChoccy]] [["I won't help with that, 05."->NoLikeChoccy]]

<img alt="armscrossed" src="images/005/armscrossed.png"/> $Five crosses her arms, though her sly little smile remains. "Yeah." She makes no effort to explain further, or to obscure her intentions. [["Okay, I'll... help."->LikeChoccy]] [["I won't help with that, 05."->NoLikeChoccy]] (if: $Choc2 is 5 or 6)[[["Wait one moment." (Check the plant nearby.)->PlantCheck]]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> Reggie blinks, your stare at first concerning, then unnerving him. After a moment he leans forward over the counter that separated him from you, snapping his fingers together. A proper distraction may not have come to mind, but your very wetware-esque reaction *had* drawn his attention for long enough. You glimpse $Five giving a thumbs up, even as Reggie speaks. "Are you... alright, Wetware $One? I can summon one of the Doctors if you're feeling a bit lost." $One was looking just as concerned, but $Five intervenes. "Oh no, she's fine. Just hungry, I bet. We were gonna order, I think. Yeah?" She doesn't give anyone else the chance to respond. "Yeah. You do the honors, $Zero." (set: $Thief to 1) [[What resources do you have?->OrderSummary]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> "Oh, well, I'm not a Doctor." Reggie rubs at the back of his neck. "They decide that sort of thing. But from what I've seen with you girls, and knowing the protocols and all that, I'd guess... not long. The injections and supplements they give Wetware to supercharge your mental processing capacity also affects your metabolism. Plus the implants." You hear $One gulp audibly at your side. "Yeah, I've... started getting those." $Five meanwhile must have already done the deed, as she gives a quick thumbs up, then looks to $One. "That's why you gotta work hard for rewards, right $Zero? Anyway, we were gonna order, I think. Yeah?" She doesn't give anyone else the chance to respond. "Yeah. You do the honors, $Zero." (set: $Thief to 1) [[What resources do you have?->OrderSummary]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> "Oh, well, that's not... my decision." Reggie rubs at the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. "They decide that sort of thing, Wetware $Zero. The injections and supplements they give you, as I understand it, supercharge your mental throughput-- and your metabolism. That's why generally keeping you to condensed nutrients is important. It's to keep you healthy." You hear $One gulp audibly at your side. "Yeah, I've... started getting those." $Five meanwhile must have already done the deed, as she gives a quick thumbs up, then looks to $One. "That's why you gotta work hard for rewards, right $Zero? Anyway, we were gonna order, I think. Yeah?" She doesn't give anyone else the chance to respond. "Yeah. You do the honors, $Zero." (set: $Thief to 1) [[What resources do you have?->OrderSummary]]

<img alt="reggie" src="images/npc/reggie.png"/> (set: $OneMeal to 0)(set: $FiveMeal to 0)(set: $SelfMeal to 0)(set: $ChocCount to 0)(if: $Thief is 1)[(set: $ChocCount to it + 1)](if: $Choc2 is 8)[(set: $ChocCount to it + 1)] You consider the resources you had brought together for this impromptu little dinner with $One and $Five. $Artemis had given you a commissary token. (if: $TokenCount is 2)[And a second for yourself, due to your good behavior.] (if: $Thief is 1)[$Five stole a chocolate with your help.](else:)[$Five was dissuaded from stealing a chocolate.] (if: $Choc2 is 8)[You retrieved a chocolate from nearby.](else:)[You did not find any other tokens or chocolate nearby.] You have $TokenCount tokens to use on either fancy meals or chocolate, and $ChocCount pieces of chocolate to go with it. [[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 01-P.->OneGoodMeal]] [[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 05.->FiveGoodMeal]] [[(1 Token) Order a good meal for yourself.->SelfGoodMeal]] [[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 01-P.->OneOrderChoc]] [[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 05.->FiveOrderChoc]] [[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for yourself.->SelfOrderChoc]] (if: $ChocCount > 0)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 01-P.->OneChoc]] [[Give a piece of chocolate to 05.->FiveChoc]] [[Keep a piece of chocolate for yourself.->SelfChoc]]]

<img alt="armscrossed" src="images/005/armscrossed.png"/> $Five crosses her arms, but doesn't seem angry or frustrated-- in fact her smile only widens. "You're such a good influence, $Zero. Me-- not so much, all the time. But as long as we keep our sync rates up, kill Dissonant Entities, and orgasm on command... we can each serve in our own way, right?" She gestures back towards Reggie and $One. "Let's get back over there before the Office bores our bro to death, huh? You can do the ordering." [[What resources do you have?->OrderSummary]]

<img alt="happy" src="images/001/happy.png"/> You order $One a fresh, real ingredient meal. (set: $OneMeal to it + 1)(set: $TokenCount to it - 1) You have $TokenCount tokens left, to use for either a good meal or chocolate. You have $ChocCount chocolates in hand, to give away or keep as desired. $One has (if: $OneMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](else-if: $OneMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $OneMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $OneMeal is 0)[nothing but a basic ration to look forward to.] $Five has (if: $FiveMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $FiveMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $FiveMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] You have (if: $SelfMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $SelfMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $SelfMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $SelfMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] (if: $TokenCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $One another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 01-P.->OneGoodMeal]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 05.->FiveGoodMeal]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for yourself.->SelfGoodMeal]]] (if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $One another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 01-P.->OneOrderChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 05.->FiveOrderChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for yourself.->SelfOrderChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more tokens to use.] (if: $ChocCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $One.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 01-P.->OneChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $Five.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 05.->FiveChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[Keep a piece of chocolate for yourself.->SelfChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more chocolate to give away.] (if: $TokenCount is 0 and $ChocCount is 0)[[Complete your order.->EndOrder]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> You order a fresh, real ingredient meal for $Five. (set: $FiveMeal to it + 1)(set: $TokenCount to it - 1) You have $TokenCount tokens left, to use for either a good meal or chocolate. You have $ChocCount chocolates in hand, to give away or keep as desired. $One has (if: $OneMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](else-if: $OneMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $OneMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $OneMeal is 0)[nothing but a basic ration to look forward to.] $Five has (if: $FiveMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $FiveMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $FiveMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] You have (if: $SelfMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $SelfMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $SelfMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $SelfMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] (if: $TokenCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $One another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 01-P.->OneGoodMeal]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 05.->FiveGoodMeal]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for yourself.->SelfGoodMeal]]] (if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $One another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 01-P.->OneOrderChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 05.->FiveOrderChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for yourself.->SelfOrderChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more tokens to use.] (if: $ChocCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $One.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 01-P.->OneChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $Five.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 05.->FiveChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[Keep a piece of chocolate for yourself.->SelfChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more chocolate to give away.] (if: $TokenCount is 0 and $ChocCount is 0)[[Complete your order.->EndOrder]]

<img alt="happy" src="images/001/happy.png"/> You give a small box of chocolate to $One. They seem a bit confused. (set: $OneMeal to it + 2)(set: $ChocCount to it - 1) You have $TokenCount tokens left, to use for either a good meal or chocolate. You have $ChocCount chocolates in hand, to give away or keep as desired. $One has (if: $OneMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](else-if: $OneMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $OneMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $OneMeal is 0)[nothing but a basic ration to look forward to.] $Five has (if: $FiveMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $FiveMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $FiveMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] You have (if: $SelfMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $SelfMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $SelfMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $SelfMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] (if: $TokenCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $One another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 01-P.->OneGoodMeal]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 05.->FiveGoodMeal]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for yourself.->SelfGoodMeal]]] (if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $One another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 01-P.->OneOrderChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 05.->FiveOrderChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for yourself.->SelfOrderChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more tokens to use.] (if: $ChocCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $One.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 01-P.->OneChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $Five.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 05.->FiveChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[Keep a piece of chocolate for yourself.->SelfChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more chocolate to give away.] (if: $TokenCount is 0 and $ChocCount is 0)[[Complete your order.->EndOrder]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> You give a small box of chocolate to $Five. She seems *delighted.* (set: $FiveMeal to it + 2)(set: $ChocCount to it - 1) You have $TokenCount tokens left, to use for either a good meal or chocolate. You have $ChocCount chocolates in hand, to give away or keep as desired. $One has (if: $OneMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](else-if: $OneMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $OneMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $OneMeal is 0)[nothing but a basic ration to look forward to.] $Five has (if: $FiveMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $FiveMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $FiveMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] You have (if: $SelfMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $SelfMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $SelfMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $SelfMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] (if: $TokenCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $One another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 01-P.->OneGoodMeal]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 05.->FiveGoodMeal]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for yourself.->SelfGoodMeal]]] (if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $One another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 01-P.->OneOrderChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 05.->FiveOrderChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for yourself.->SelfOrderChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more tokens to use.] (if: $ChocCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $One.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 01-P.->OneChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $Five.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 05.->FiveChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[Keep a piece of chocolate for yourself.->SelfChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more chocolate to give away.] (if: $TokenCount is 0 and $ChocCount is 0)[[Complete your order.->EndOrder]]

<img alt="front" src="images/player/front.png"/> You set aside a box of chocolate for yourself. *Mhmm!* (set: $SelfMeal to it + 2)(set: $ChocCount to it - 1) You have $TokenCount tokens left, to use for either a good meal or chocolate. You have $ChocCount chocolates in hand, to give away or keep as desired. $One has (if: $OneMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](else-if: $OneMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $OneMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $OneMeal is 0)[nothing but a basic ration to look forward to.] $Five has (if: $FiveMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $FiveMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $FiveMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] You have (if: $SelfMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $SelfMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $SelfMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $SelfMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] (if: $TokenCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $One another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 01-P.->OneGoodMeal]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 05.->FiveGoodMeal]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for yourself.->SelfGoodMeal]]] (if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $One another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 01-P.->OneOrderChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 05.->FiveOrderChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for yourself.->SelfOrderChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more tokens to use.] (if: $ChocCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $One.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 01-P.->OneChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $Five.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 05.->FiveChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[Keep a piece of chocolate for yourself.->SelfChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more chocolate to give away.] (if: $TokenCount is 0 and $ChocCount is 0)[[Complete your order.->EndOrder]]

<img alt="front" src="images/player/front.png"/> You order a fresh, real ingredient meal for yourself. (set: $SelfMeal to it + 1)(set: $TokenCount to it - 1) You have $TokenCount tokens left, to use for either a good meal or chocolate. You have $ChocCount chocolates in hand, to give away or keep as desired. $One has (if: $OneMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](else-if: $OneMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $OneMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $OneMeal is 0)[nothing but a basic ration to look forward to.] $Five has (if: $FiveMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $FiveMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $FiveMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] You have (if: $SelfMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $SelfMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $SelfMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $SelfMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] (if: $TokenCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $One another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 01-P.->OneGoodMeal]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 05.->FiveGoodMeal]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for yourself.->SelfGoodMeal]]] (if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $One another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 01-P.->OneOrderChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 05.->FiveOrderChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for yourself.->SelfOrderChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more tokens to use.] (if: $ChocCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $One.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 01-P.->OneChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $Five.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 05.->FiveChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[Keep a piece of chocolate for yourself.->SelfChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more chocolate to give away.] (if: $TokenCount is 0 and $ChocCount is 0)[[Complete your order.->EndOrder]]

<img alt="happy" src="images/001/happy.png"/> You order a small box of tasty chocolate for $One. He seems a bit confused. (set: $OneMeal to it + 2)(set: $TokenCount to it - 1) You have $TokenCount tokens left, to use for either a good meal or chocolate. You have $ChocCount chocolates in hand, to give away or keep as desired. $One has (if: $OneMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](else-if: $OneMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $OneMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $OneMeal is 0)[nothing but a basic ration to look forward to.] $Five has (if: $FiveMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $FiveMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $FiveMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] You have (if: $SelfMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $SelfMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $SelfMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $SelfMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] (if: $TokenCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $One another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 01-P.->OneGoodMeal]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 05.->FiveGoodMeal]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for yourself.->SelfGoodMeal]]] (if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $One another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 01-P.->OneOrderChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 05.->FiveOrderChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for yourself.->SelfOrderChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more tokens to use.] (if: $ChocCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $One.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 01-P.->OneChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $Five.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 05.->FiveChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[Keep a piece of chocolate for yourself.->SelfChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more chocolate to give away.] (if: $TokenCount is 0 and $ChocCount is 0)[[Complete your order.->EndOrder]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> You order a small box of tasty chocolate for $Five. She seems *delighted.* (set: $FiveMeal to it + 2)(set: $TokenCount to it - 1) You have $TokenCount tokens left, to use for either a good meal or chocolate. You have $ChocCount chocolates in hand, to give away or keep as desired. $One has (if: $OneMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](else-if: $OneMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $OneMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $OneMeal is 0)[nothing but a basic ration to look forward to.] $Five has (if: $FiveMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $FiveMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $FiveMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] You have (if: $SelfMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $SelfMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $SelfMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $SelfMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] (if: $TokenCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $One another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 01-P.->OneGoodMeal]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 05.->FiveGoodMeal]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for yourself.->SelfGoodMeal]]] (if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $One another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 01-P.->OneOrderChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 05.->FiveOrderChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for yourself.->SelfOrderChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more tokens to use.] (if: $ChocCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $One.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 01-P.->OneChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $Five.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 05.->FiveChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[Keep a piece of chocolate for yourself.->SelfChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more chocolate to give away.] (if: $TokenCount is 0 and $ChocCount is 0)[[Complete your order.->EndOrder]]

<img alt="front" src="images/player/front.png"/> You order a small box of tasty chocolate for yourself. *Mhmmm!* (set: $SelfMeal to it + 2)(set: $TokenCount to it - 1) You have $TokenCount tokens left, to use for either a good meal or chocolate. You have $ChocCount chocolates in hand, to give away or keep as desired. $One has (if: $OneMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](else-if: $OneMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $OneMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $OneMeal is 0)[nothing but a basic ration to look forward to.] $Five has (if: $FiveMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $FiveMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $FiveMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] You have (if: $SelfMeal is 1)[a good meal ordered.](if: $SelfMeal is 2)[a piece of chocolate.](if: $SelfMeal is 3)[a good meal ordered, and a piece of chocolate for dessert.](if: $SelfMeal is 0)[nothing but a nutrient ration to look forward to.] (if: $TokenCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $One another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 01-P.->OneGoodMeal]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for 05.->FiveGoodMeal]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 1 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another meal.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a good meal for yourself.->SelfGoodMeal]]] (if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $One another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 01-P.->OneOrderChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order $Five another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for 05.->FiveOrderChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot order yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[(1 Token) Order a chocolate for yourself.->SelfOrderChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more tokens to use.] (if: $ChocCount > 0)[(if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $One.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 01-P.->OneChoc]]] (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give another chocolate to $Five.](else:)[[[Give a piece of chocolate to 05.->FiveChoc]]] (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[You cannot give yourself another chocolate.](else:)[[[Keep a piece of chocolate for yourself.->SelfChoc]]]](else:)[You have no more chocolate to give away.] (if: $TokenCount is 0 and $ChocCount is 0)[[Complete your order.->EndOrder]]

Completing your order, Reggie is quick to set to it, disappearing into the depths of his booth momentarily. When he returns he has your order ready, and gives it out to each wetware in turn. "Good thing you got here when you did," he notes along the way. "Technically we don't close, the Bastion never sleeps and it is my job to feed everyone here, but we do restock late at night. I'll be jumping off to do that, so you girls will need to wait a bit if you need anything more." Only belatedly does he realize the Wetware stationed here were no longer all female, a sheepish look flashing across his mustached features. "You *wetware*, I mean." "Thank you, sir." $One replied, just as $Five slipped her hand around his arm. "Come on, let's grab a seat!" [[She leads the way.->StartMeal]]

(set: $TokenCount to 2)(set: $Thief to 1)(set: $Choc2 to 8) [[OrderSummary]]

Choosing a four-sided table near the edge of the commissary area, one of the few with the chairs still down, your small party occupy three sides of it. $One sits down across from you, while $Five settles in between. (if: $FiveMeal is 0)[$Five holds up her vial of nutrient slurry with an audible sigh, then begins undoing the cap.](if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[$Five rubs her hands together, looking down at her meal tray, then begins opening up its small chambers.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[$Five opens up her little box of chocolate, but doesn't indulge just yet.] "So, I don't suppose you remember what Bastion you're from, $One? Or trained in?" The boy shakes his head ruefully. (if: $OneMeal is 0)[Despite $Artemis' order you get him a good meal, you had focused elsewhere, leaving him with a basic ration that he eyed suspiciously. At least it wasn't nutrient slurry.](if: $OneMeal is 1 or 3)[You had followed $Artemis' order to get him a good meal, and pokes at the covered portions carefully before $Five reaches over and flicks one open for him.](if: $OneMeal is 2)[Despite Artemis' order you get him a good meal, you had instead set him up with a piece of chocolate. He eyes the box suspiciously.] "The provisional flashing sequence I'm on, it makes it... hard to remember that." $Five nodded, clearly having expected the answer. "That's normal, was just curious if anything had slipped through as of yet. Once you're on our level, you will be entirely blank on that front. Our Handlers make *real* sure of that. I don't think anyone but another wetware can really understand what's that like though, so if you're ever feeling weird about it, just talk to me or $One. We're like your sisters now." She shifts her attention to you, (if: $SelfMeal is 0)[noting the singular vial of nutrient slurry you had ordered for yourself.](if: $SelfMeal is 1 or 3)[noting the fresh plate of advanced rations you had ordered for yourself.](if: $SelfMeal is 2)[noting the box of chocolate you had reserved for yourself.] (if: $Flash is 0)["They slowed my flash cycle about a year ago, since I started running hot. But $Two and $Zero here are on the full cycle, and I think she will agree that its not fun, but its not... terrible." [[Nod in agreement.->QuietRegAgree]] [["You get used to being... blank."->BlankReg]] [["Humans need memories, we don't."->HumanReg]]](else:)["(color: yellow)[Athena] mentioned you were going onto a Corrective flash cycle, $Zero. I'm sorry, that is not... fun." [["You have experienced it?"->AskFiveCorr]] [["I'm scared."->ScaredFiveCorr]] [["Artemis will fix me, I'm not worried."->FixFiveCorr]]]

<img alt="headshot" src="images/001/headshot.png"/> Clearly anxious about the prospect, $One puts on an equally apparent faux brave face. "It's necessary to fulfill our purpose, so I'm okay with it." $Five recognized the bravado too, a glance your way made that clear, but she wasn't about to tear him down. Instead she does the opposite, building him up with a bright smile. "Exactly! Blank, submissive, unbeatable in battle. That's all they ask of us, right?" (if: $FiveMeal is 0)[Despite her apprehension, she sucks down her slurry readily once she had popped open the cap.](if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[She digs eagerly through her meal plate, enhanced senses relishing every moment.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[She taps her fingers on the top of the chocolate box before her.] "I wonder what position you'll occupy, once fully activated, $One. I generally use a two-hander, for maximum damage. $Zero is a designated bulwark, defensive-like and with a shield." She grins. "$Zero can take punishment in all sorts of ways." [["How did you get that role, 05?"->AskBerserk]] [["Whatever role you perform, I will protect you, 01."->ProtectOne]] [["My sync rates are the highest, I can take it."->SyncRates]]

<img alt="hips" src="images/005/hips.png"/> $Five shakes her head. "Just because we're classified as something different than, you know, regular old vanilla human, doesn't mean we're *that* different. Special, sure, but remembering we're protecting *our* people really helps me fight." Clearly anxious about the prospect, $One puts on an equally apparent faux brave face. "It's necessary to fulfill our purpose, so I'm okay with it." $Five recognized the bravado too, a glance your way made that clear, but she wasn't about to tear him down. Instead she does the opposite, building him up with a bright smile. "Exactly! Blank, submissive, unbeatable in battle. That's all they ask of us, right?" (if: $FiveMeal is 0)[Despite her apprehension, she sucks down her slurry readily once she had popped open the cap.](if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[She digs eagerly through her meal plate, enhanced senses relishing every moment.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[She taps her fingers on the top of the chocolate box before her.] "I wonder what position you'll occupy, once fully activated, $One. I generally use a two-hander, for maximum damage. $Zero is a designated bulwark, defensive-like and with a shield." She grins. "$Zero can take punishment in all sorts of ways." [["How did you get that role, 05?"->AskBerserk]] [["Whatever role you perform, I will protect you, 01."->ProtectOne]] [["My sync rates are the highest, I can take it."->SyncRates]]

<img alt="sitting" src="images/005/sitting.png"/> $Five nods. "I don't remember it, of course, but it is in the public part of my file. It is a bit rare at your age, but gets more common the older you get. The flashing process ain't perfect, and sometimes they need to really *scrub* at something that won't go away. They might make you wear a jacket most of the time, during the process. For your safety, that frequency can make focusing on things... difficult." She meant your rubber straitjacket of course, the one that interlocked with your wetsuit. $One, clearly anxious after hearing that, puts on an an equally apparent faux brave face. "If it is necessary for $Zero to fulfill her purpose for many years yet, we shouldn't worry about it." $Five recognized the bravado too, a glance your way made that clear, but she wasn't about to tear him down. Instead she does the opposite, building him up with a bright smile. "Exactly! Blank, submissive, unbeatable in battle. That's all they ask of us, right?" (if: $FiveMeal is 0)[Despite her apprehension, she sucks down her slurry readily once she had popped open the cap.](if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[She digs eagerly through her meal plate, enhanced senses relishing every moment.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[She taps her fingers on the top of the chocolate box before her.] "I wonder what position you'll occupy, once fully activated, $One. I generally use a two-hander, for maximum damage. $Zero is a designated bulwark, defensive-like and with a shield." She grins. "$Zero can take punishment in all sorts of ways." [["How did you get that role, 05?"->AskBerserk]] [["Whatever role you perform, I will protect you, 01."->ProtectOne]] [["My sync rates are the highest, I can take it."->SyncRates]]

<img alt="sitting" src="images/005/sitting.png"/> $Five gives you a soft look. "Don't be. You won't even remember it, not really. And soon enough you will be back on the regular rotation. Probably just as $One gets up to speed." That seemed to strengthen $One, who though still clearly anxious, put on a brave face. "I hope to be fully activated soon. I want to be the best wetware I can be." $Five recognized the bravado too, a glance your way made that clear, but she wasn't about to tear him down. Instead she does the opposite, building him up with a bright smile. "Exactly! Blank, submissive, unbeatable in battle. That's all they ask of us, right?" (if: $FiveMeal is 0)[Despite her apprehension, she sucks down her slurry readily once she had popped open the cap.](if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[She digs eagerly through her meal plate, enhanced senses relishing every moment.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[She taps her fingers on the top of the chocolate box before her.] "I wonder what position you'll occupy, once fully activated, $One. I generally use a two-hander, for maximum damage. $Zero is a designated bulwark, defensive-like and with a shield." She grins. "$Zero can take punishment in all sorts of ways." [["How did you get that role, 05?"->AskBerserk]] [["Whatever role you perform, I will protect you, 01."->ProtectOne]] [["My sync rates are the highest, I can take it."->SyncRates]]

<img alt="sitting" src="images/005/sitting.png"/> $Five nods immediately. "I don't remember what it was like when I went through it, 'course, but (color: yellow)[Athena] was there every step of the way for me. Your $Artemis will be too, I'm sure. They've got *plenty* of experience maintaining wetware like us." Her confidence seemed to strengthen $One too, who though still clearly anxious, put on a brave face. "If it is necessary for $Zero to fulfill her purpose for many years yet, we shouldn't worry about it." $Five recognized the bravado too, a glance your way made that clear, but she wasn't about to tear him down. Instead she does the opposite, building him up with a bright smile. "Exactly! Blank, submissive, unbeatable in battle. That's all they ask of us, right?" (if: $FiveMeal is 0)[Despite her apprehension, she sucks down her slurry readily once she had popped open the cap.](if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[She digs eagerly through her meal plate, enhanced senses relishing every moment.](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[She taps her fingers on the top of the chocolate box before her.] "I wonder what position you'll occupy, once fully activated, $One. I generally use a two-hander, for maximum damage. $Zero is a designated bulwark, defensive-like and with a shield." She grins. "$Zero can take punishment in all sorts of ways." [["How did you get that role, 05?"->AskBerserk]] [["Whatever role you perform, I will protect you, 01."->ProtectOne]] [["My sync rates are the highest, I can take it."->SyncRates]]

<img alt="happy" src="images/001/happy.png"/> "I didn't always have it," $Five replies, still very much the center of the small table's attention. She had a way of doing that. "When I was first activated, I was designated as a tank-- you know, your role, sis. I think that's common, high sync rates and slightly better survival outcomes. But as I got experience, my Handler recognized my... issues." She grinned at that, one canine tooth visible enough to make it a pointed expression. "Aggression on the battlefield, lack of risk-adverse behavior, you know-- and (color: yellow)[Athena] decided to play into that instead of contesting it. I don't get a choice in it, so it doesn't bother me either way, though. I just like to fight." Her expression turns a little bit dour. "For as long as I can." [["You still have years left of service."->WhatRetire]] [["What... does happen to us, when we can't sync anymore?"->WhatRetire]]

<img alt="happy" src="images/001/happy.png"/> $One looked to you with apprehension at first, though he seemed to take that approach with most everyone. It dissolved into an appreciation however, your vow clearly inspiring him. "It will still be awhile until I'm ready for deployment," he said. "But I look forward to being out there with you guys. Protecting the Bastion... performing my role." $Five reached over, her gloved hand gripping his shoulder as she gave him a little shake. "Heck yeah, wetware! Can't wait to see you in your wetsuit, ready to go." She backed off a bit. "I've done this long enough to know confidence helps, *a lot.* $Zero has tons of it, you know? Even if she is quiet-spoken. Eventually she will be the eldest wetware here, after all. I have no doubt in that." [["You still have years left of service."->WhatRetire]] [["What... does happen to us, when we can't sync anymore?"->WhatRetire]]

<img alt="happy" src="images/001/happy.png"/> $One seemed impressed by your boast, calm and collected as it was. And perhaps a little intimidated-- sync rates were a matter of quiet competition between your kind, after all. $Five has no such reservations, a gloved finger pointed your way playfully. "You better watch out for $One, once he's fully activated. A year of service ain't much, but it might be enough to rub a sync rate percentage or two off your totals. He will be fresh, sis!" She leaned back in her chair. "Of course, experience might tip the scales the other way. A full year in service, $Zero is, and that means familiarity with being fully slotted in. Neural pathways aligning, equation throughput ever increasing, all sorts of benefits. They fall off eventually, though. In a few years." You sense the barest hint of concern in the way $Five glanced down at her food. [["You still have years left of service."->WhatRetire]] [["What... does happen to us, when we can't sync anymore?"->WhatRetire]]

<img alt="sitting" src="images/005/sitting.png"/> (set: $Strike to 0) (if: $FiveMeal is 0)[Draining the last of her nutrient slurry,](if: $FiveMeal is 1 or 3)[Finishing off the last of her proper meal,](if: $FiveMeal is 2)[Flicking her chocolate box with one finger,] $Five leaned back further in her chair, until the front pair of legs left the ground. Using her knee on the table's edge to keep balance, she sighed softly. "You mean obsolescence. That's classified, black-listed for wetware too. That means our Handlers will flash knowledge of the obsolescence program from our minds." $One gulped at that, (if: $OneMeal is 0 or 1 or 3)[nearly choking on his meal for a moment.](else:)[staring wide-eyed at $Five.] She remained fixated on something distant. "But I hear things, ask. A few things stick these days. Official story, you know, is that our Handlers get a chance to retire us into their protective custody. And that happened, or so I've heard, at one point in time. But with better instruments has come the need for better grade wetware. And since we're rare, retirement is harder to justify. Too many uses for us, and we're still property of the Bastion, you know?" She shrugged. "Best case scenario, your neural pathways are burnt out after years of extensive use. Treatment and therapeutic flashes can help, but you get moved into systems testing. Never slotting into a full instrument, but being used for smaller tests. A permanent isolation ward somewhere behind the Bastion frontline would make sense to me." [["...what is the worst case scenario?"->WorstScenario]] [["They wouldn't do that to us."->WouldNotRetire]] [["I trust my Handler. Artemis will handle that."->TrustRetire]] [["Wetware 05, we're not allowed to discuss this."->NotAllowedRetire]]

<img alt="sitting" src="images/005/sitting.png"/> "Well, being lost during a deployment, for one. If that don't get you... did you notice, when we fought that thing last deployment. The, uh, weird Entity. My Handler fed me heuristics for less-than-humanoid combat scenarios. You know, how something with too many arms, and tentacles, and other things could fight. It's in our after-combat reports, you got them too. And the only way to generate those is to do testing with an active wetware." She pushed her glasses up slightly. "Syncing with an instrument that is more... beast that human, I don't know what that would do to a wetware..." That idea hung in the air for several long moments. $One sat silently beside you, clearly unsettled. But $Five slams shut those thoughts with a sudden clang, her chair coming back down onto all four legs as she pushed to her feet. "Enough about that stuff, we'll get in trouble. Don't think about it." A common wetware maxim, though what follows is more a quirk reserved for $Five alone. She looked at you directly. "(color: yellow)[Athena] has me practicing something new. We should try it. Don't move." And just like that she circled the small table, then slipped a pink leg over your white-suited pair. Straddling your lap, she lowered herself down onto your thighs, her hands resting on her shoulders. To $One she flicked her gaze, a smirk on her lips. "You know we're not allowed to stimulate each other, right?" With her rear on your thighs, rubber suits sliding atop each other, she was already dancing dangerously close to the edge of that rule. $One merely nodded, acknowledging the rule. "Heh." $Five responded, looking back to you. Her blue eyes were like deep pools of water. "Well, I've been practicing *kissing.* Want to see if we get shocked for it, $Zero?" [[...nod yes.->AgreeKiss]] [["...yes, Wetware 05."->AgreeKiss]] [["...no, that's not allowed."->NoKiss1]] [[...shake your head no.->NoKiss1]]

<img alt="sitting" src="images/005/sitting.png"/> "They're just rumors," $Five allowed, though her furrowed brow suggested she believed at least part of it. "Maybe I'm forgetting something, after so many flashes... you know how it is, things get scrambled." That idea hung in the air for several long moments. $One sat silently beside you, clearly unsettled. But $Five slams shut those thoughts with a sudden clang, her chair coming back down onto all four legs as she pushed to her feet. "Enough about that stuff, we'll get in trouble. Don't think about it." A common wetware maxim, though what follows is more a quirk reserved for $Five alone. She looked at you directly. "(color: yellow)[Athena] has me practicing something new. We should try it. Don't move." And just like that she circled the small table, then slipped a pink leg over your white-suited pair. Straddling your lap, she lowered herself down onto your thighs, her hands resting on her shoulders. To $One she flicked her gaze, a smirk on her lips. "You know we're not allowed to stimulate each other, right?" With her rear on your thighs, rubber suits sliding atop each other, she was already dancing dangerously close to the edge of that rule. $One merely nodded, acknowledging the rule. "Heh." $Five responded, looking back to you. Her blue eyes were like deep pools of water. "Well, I've been practicing *kissing.* Want to see if we get shocked for it, $Zero?" [[...nod yes.->AgreeKiss]] [["...yes, Wetware 05."->AgreeKiss]] [["...no, that's not allowed."->NoKiss1]] [[...shake your head no.->NoKiss1]]

<img alt="sitting" src="images/005/sitting.png"/> $Five huffed just a bit at that, but the idea seemed to win her over with a bit of thought. "Yeah... its just rumors, after all. I'm sure I'm forgetting something, and (color: yellow)[Athena] would protect me." In that she seems ironclad in her resolve, but the rumors hung in the air nevertheless. $One sat silently beside you, clearly unsettled. But $Five slams shut those thoughts with a sudden clang, her chair coming back down onto all four legs as she pushed to her feet. "Enough about that stuff, we'll get in trouble. Don't think about it." A common wetware maxim, though what follows is more a quirk reserved for $Five alone. She looked at you directly. "(color: yellow)[Athena] has me practicing something new. We should try it. Don't move." And just like that she circled the small table, then slipped a pink leg over your white-suited pair. Straddling your lap, she lowered herself down onto your thighs, her hands resting on her shoulders. To $One she flicked her gaze, a smirk on her lips. "You know we're not allowed to stimulate each other, right?" With her rear on your thighs, rubber suits sliding atop each other, she was already dancing dangerously close to the edge of that rule. $One merely nodded, acknowledging the rule. "Heh." $Five responded, looking back to you. Her blue eyes were like deep pools of water. "Well, I've been practicing *kissing.* Want to see if we get shocked for it, $Zero?" [[...nod yes.->AgreeKiss]] [["...yes, Wetware 05."->AgreeKiss]] [["...no, that's not allowed."->NoKiss1]] [[...shake your head no.->NoKiss1]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/005/smile.png"/> $Five grinned at that, more a subtle acknowledgement then pure agreement. "If you think you need to report me, sis, you should. I should be punished when I'm bad." Her mirth had lightened things a bit, but the rumors hung in the air nevertheless. $One sat silently beside you, clearly unsettled. But $Five slams shut those thoughts with a sudden clang, her chair coming back down onto all four legs as she pushed to her feet. "Enough about that stuff, we'll get in trouble. Don't think about it." A common wetware maxim, though what follows is more a quirk reserved for $Five alone. She looked at you directly. "(color: yellow)[Athena] has me practicing something new. We should try it. Don't move." And just like that she circled the small table, then slipped a pink leg over your white-suited pair. Straddling your lap, she lowered herself down onto your thighs, her hands resting on her shoulders. To $One she flicked her gaze, a smirk on her lips. "You know we're not allowed to stimulate each other, right?" With her rear on your thighs, rubber suits sliding atop each other, she was already dancing dangerously close to the edge of that rule. $One merely nodded, acknowledging the rule. "Heh." $Five responded, looking back to you. Her blue eyes were like deep pools of water. "Well, I've been practicing *kissing.* Want to see if we get shocked for it, $Zero?" [[...nod yes.->AgreeKiss]] [["...yes, Wetware 05."->AgreeKiss]] [["...no, that's not allowed."->NoKiss1]] [[...shake your head no.->NoKiss1]]

<img alt="05cool" src="images/005/05cool.png"/> $Five's eyes sparkle. "Here, then." (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[$Five reached back to retrieve the box of chocolate you had acquired for yourself. Opening it, she presses it between your lips, the sudden sweetness almost overwhelming (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[as she does the same for her own chocolate, popping it into her mouth.](else:)[as she watched your reaction intently.]](else:)[(if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[$Five reached back to retrieve the box of chocolate you had allocated to her. Opening it, she slips it into her mouth.](else:)[She sighs, giving you a bit of playful side eye. "If you weren't such a good wetware, and allowed us something more than slurry, chocolate would make this extra good. But we'll make do."]] A final shrug, and she launched herself at you with all the suddenness of her Instrument in combat. Her lips find your own, (if: $OneMeal > 1 or $FiveMeal > 1)[the taste of chocolate amplifying her flavor](else:)[pink and eager] as you kiss, her arms wrapped around you in an embrace. You don't remember ever doing such a thing, at least not with $Five, and perhaps it is that inexperience that leaves you unprepared for the way she takes it further, her tongue pushing into your mouth. Taller and stronger, or due to your natural submissiveness, $Five guides the experience, a deeply intimate moment that seemed to stretch on and on. (if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[$One meanwhile had joined in by eating his own chocolate, observing you as he was with rapt attention.] But a hum at your throat pulls you apart, the sensation shared by $Five. She was looking to your collar, and you see in her own a dangerous red glow. You had been warned. [[Kiss her back anyway.->KissShock]] [[Don't push it further.->KissHold]]

<img alt="05cool" src="images/005/05cool.png"/> $Five tipped her head to the side, shimmying her hips just a bit-- your suits squeak, her presence so warm atop your thighs. "You're sure, sis? If we don't push our limits, our Handlers won't know how best to restrict us." Up close, her scent is intoxicating-- a mix of something subtle and sweet with the industrial hint of decontamination fluid. [["...okay."->AgreeKiss]] [["We need to ask permission, no."->NoKiss2]]

<img alt="05cool" src="images/005/05cool.png"/> "Heh. You really *are* the perfect little wetware, huh?" She leaned forward suddenly, not into the kiss-- she respected your choice-- but into a hug. Her pink arms wrapped around your shoulders, her heavier breasts pressed gently against your own. To the side, you notice $One trying-- and failing-- to not stare, a hand raised to his monitoring collar suggesting he was very aware of the actions it restricted in that moment as he watched two female wetware embrace. [[Hug 05 back.->HugReturn]] [[Remain still.->HugNoReturn]]

<img alt="05cool" src="images/005/05cool.png"/> You return the hug, (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[but only after $Five had retreated for a moment to retrieve the box of chocolate you had acquired for yourself. Opening it, she presses it between your lips, the sudden sweetness almost overwhelming (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[as she does the same for her own chocolate.](else:)[as she watched your reaction intently.]](else:)[(if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[but only after retreating to retrieve the box of chocolate you had allocated to her. Opening it, she slips it into her mouth](else:)[the fact you had denied both yourself and her chocolate making this an even sweeter dessert]] as she squeezes you again. The hug is long, and more than a little sensual, your naturally high arousal floor making proximity to someone as curvaceous and fit as $Five impossible to ignore. That she pushed her rear into your hips a bit certainly didn't help that, a final straw that you notice sees her monitoring collar light up and hum in warning. Yours follows moments later. (if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[$One meanwhile had joined in by eating his own chocolate, observing you as he was with rapt attention.] But it is another's voice that causes $Five to finally break off her embrace. "...oh my stars, Wetware!?" (set: $Strike to 2) [[You both turn to look.->VeraReturns]]

<img alt="05cool" src="images/005/05cool.png"/> You don't return the hug even as $Five persists, (if: $SelfMeal is 2 or 3)[but only after $Five had retreated for a moment to retrieve the box of chocolate you had acquired for yourself. Opening it, she presses it between your lips, the sudden sweetness almost overwhelming (if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[as she does the same for her own chocolate.](else:)[as she watched your reaction intently.]](else:)[(if: $FiveMeal is 2 or 3)[but only after retreating to retrieve the box of chocolate you had allocated to her. Opening it, she slips it into her mouth](else:)[the fact you had denied both yourself and her chocolate making this an even sweeter dessert]] as she squeezes you again. It is hard for you to recall if this was a result of the protocols you were expected to follow, or some misaligned instinct, an inability to act rashly in the moment. Social situations had never been your strength. (if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[$One meanwhile had joined in by eating his own chocolate, observing you as he was with rapt attention.] But it is another's voice that causes $Five to finally break off her embrace. "...oh my stars, Wetware!?" (set: $Strike to 3) [[You both turn to look.->VeraReturns]]

<img alt="fangirl2" src="images/npc/fangirl2.png"/> A pale featured woman had entered the otherwise empty food court from one of the adjoining hallways, (if: $MetVera is true)[your flashed mind denying her a name, though you have a vague sense of having met her before.](else:)[your flashed mind denying her a name, though you get the sense of having not met her before.] She is wearing an Academy uniform, the decorative choker she wore visible just above the piping on her blouse that marked her as a last-year student. "$Zero, and $Five, and... you must be $One!" If not squealing, she certainly seemed excited as she focused on you. (if: $Strike is 1)[Still kneeling, in your submissive posture, your collar had yet to indicate you were allowed to break from it. "And you're in your primary restraint posture, collar illuminated... just what had you been doing?" She doesn't wait for an answer.](if: $Strike is 2)[Still embracing $Five, you pull back a bit as the girl clasped her hands together. "Were you two... I only heard stories about that! Wetware relationships are..." She ran over her own thought with another.](if: $Strike is 3)[Still with $Five on your lap, you pull back further as the girl clasped her hands together. "Did I interrupt something? Wetware secrets?" She doesn't wait for a response.] (if: $MetVera is true)["Do you remember me, Wetware $Zero? You spoke to my class, answered questions!" That was exactly the sort of unnecessary information flashed from your mind, the little encounters and details you weren't allowed to retain.](else:)["We haven't met, but I've read so much about Wetware!"] (if: $Strike is 2 or 3)[Pushing off you, $Five takes a position leaning against the table, a bemused expression on her face. She seemed content to let you respond.](else:)[Forced to kneel before the girl in full uniform, you catch a smirk on $Five's face. She seems content to let you respond.] (if: $MetVera is true)[[["I have been flashed since then, I don't remember you."->NoRemVera]]](else:)[[["You know my designation, what is your name?"->AskVeraName]]] [[Remain silent.->VeraSilentIntro]]

<img alt="kneel" src="images/player/kneel.png"/> You make it back to her lips for all of a second, $Five unable to return the effort as she fought a smile, before pain erupted from your collar. Your fellow wetware clearly felt it to, $Five gasping as both your synapses raced with electric energy. It hurt the worst at the tips of your fingers and toes, where the charge terminated, but you knew how to stop it-- and $Five moved quickly to do the same. Popping off you, she kneels besides the table, spreading her legs and aligning her wrists behind her back. You do the same beside her, taking the imprinted posture, proper wetware operating on installed instinct. Arching your back, the shock ends just in time for a new surprise to intrude. A voice. "...oh my stars, Wetware!?" (set: $Strike to 1) [[You both turn to look.->VeraReturns]]

<img alt="submission" src="images/player/submission.png"/> You lower your gaze submissively and $Five takes the hint, holding you in her embrace for a good moment longer without pushing things further. The dangerous hum of your collar recedes, though the fact that you were being monitored even here, even now, never leaves you. Your maintenance remained the greatest priority of the entire Bastion. It is harder to tell if $Five was disappointed. Perhaps that was your imprinted protocols at work, guiding your actions, or perhaps you were simply struggling to read the situation. Social encounters had never been your strength. Either way, you're interrupted suddenly by an intruding voice. "...oh my stars, Wetware!?" (set: $Strike to 2) [[You both turn to look.->VeraReturns]]

<img alt="fangirl1" src="images/npc/fangirl1.png"/> "Oh, right. Full spectrum flashing *would* burn that out. Okay, well, my name is Vera! I'm a student at the Academy, but only for another semester. Working on my capstone internship, actually. That's why I'm here, this time of night." Planting her hands on her hips, (if: $Strike is 1)[she looks down at your kneeling form.](else:)[she looks at your seated form.] "I never expected Wetware to be the first ones I'm telling it to, but I actually was just meeting with Doctor Asakuma about my placement in the Bastion. And you know what? I'm going to be working in the Isolation Ward here, as an intern nurse! You're all gonna be in my care...!" She raises one hand, palm up, then the other. "Well, me *and* the other nurses. I'm fully accredited for Wetware maintenance!" (if: $Strike is 1)[Your collar finally hummed again, indicating you could move from the required posture again. $Five did immediately, stepping up to Vera, chest to chest. Your fellow Wetware was taller.](else:)[$Five pushed herself off the table and stepped up to Vera, chest to chest. Your fellow Wetware was taller.] "So you're going to be locking us into restraints, taking care of us? Think you can handle that?" [[Step up beside Five.->JoinFive]] [[Remain where you are.->RemainFive]]

<img alt="fangirl1" src="images/npc/fangirl1.png"/> "Well, you won't remember it, not until my name is imprinted on you. But, well, my name is Vera! I'm a student at the Academy, but only for another semester. Working on my capstone internship, actually. That's why I'm here, this time of night." Planting her hands on her hips, (if: $Strike is 1)[she looks down at your kneeling form.](else:)[she looks at your seated form.] "I never expected Wetware to be the first ones I'm telling it to, but I actually was just meeting with Doctor Asakuma about my placement in the Bastion. And you know what? I'm going to be working in the Isolation Ward here, as an intern nurse! You're all gonna be in my care...!" She raises one hand, palm up, then the other. "Well, me *and* the other nurses. I'm fully accredited for Wetware maintenance!" (if: $Strike is 1)[Your collar finally hummed again, indicating you could move from the required posture again. $Five did immediately, stepping up to Vera, chest to chest. Your fellow Wetware was taller.](else:)[$Five pushed herself off the table and stepped up to Vera, chest to chest. Your fellow Wetware was taller.] "So you're going to be locking us into restraints, taking care of us? Think you can handle that?" [[Step up beside Five.->JoinFive]] [[Remain where you are.->RemainFive]]

<img alt="fangirl1" src="images/npc/fangirl1.png"/> Your silence doesn't unnerve her in the slightest. "Not uncommon for a full AAA submissive to be nonverbal, that's okay, you're probably better off gagged most times anyway. But hey my name is Vera-- I'm a student at the Academy, but only for another semester. Working on my capstone internship, actually. That's why I'm here, this time of night." Planting her hands on her hips, (if: $Strike is 1)[she looks down at your kneeling form.](else:)[she looks at your seated form.] "I never expected Wetware to be the first ones I'm telling it to, but I actually was just meeting with Doctor Asakuma about my placement in the Bastion. And you know what? I'm going to be working in the Isolation Ward here, as an intern nurse! You're all gonna be in my care...!" She raises one hand, palm up, then the other. "Well, me *and* the other nurses. I'm fully accredited for Wetware maintenance!" (if: $Strike is 1)[Your collar finally hummed again, indicating you could move from the required posture again. $Five did immediately, stepping up to Vera, chest to chest. Your fellow Wetware was taller.](else:)[$Five pushed herself off the table and stepped up to Vera, chest to chest. Your fellow Wetware was taller.] "So you're going to be locking us into restraints, taking care of us? Think you can handle that?" [[Step up beside Five.->JoinFive]] [[Remain where you are.->RemainFive]]

<img alt="standred" src="images/player/standred.png"/> You join $Five, a pair of glossy, fully uniformed Wetware very much in Vera's personal space. If $Five had hoped to intimidate her, that's dashed by the wide-eyed, utterly enthralled look Vera gives instead. "I've never... been so close to Wetware before," she whispers. "You look so submissive in your wetsuits, and smell so... *alien.* I don't know why you're allowed to wander around though, the Isolation Ward could take care of you every hour of every day. *I* could do that." $Five seems to have something ready to say about that, but a second interruption in such short a time intercedes. A klaxon alarm, followed by the lights across the concourse suddenly flipping over to red. [[Their light shines in Vera's eyes as she gasps with excitement.->SecondAlert]]

(if: $Strike is 1)[<img alt="kneel" src="images/player/kneel.png"/>](else:)[<img alt="halfbody" src="images/player/halfbody.png"/>] You allow $Five to confront Vera, (if: $Strike is 1)[while you remained submissively on your knees.](else:)[while you remained seated, a silent observer.] If $Five had hoped to intimidate her, that's dashed by the wide-eyed, utterly enthralled look Vera gives instead. You're not sure having that having assisted would have changed that in the slightest. "I've never... been so close to Wetware before," she whispers. "You look so submissive in your wetsuits, and smell so... *alien.* I don't know why you're allowed to wander around though, the Isolation Ward could take care of you every hour of every day. *I* could do that. You're so confident $Five, maybe I'd let you go, but $Zero... she needs a jacket and so much attention, doesn't she?" $Five seems to have something ready to say about that, but a second interruption in such short a time intercedes. A klaxon alarm, followed by the lights across the concourse suddenly flipping over to red. [[Their light shines in Vera's eyes as she gasps with excitement.->SecondAlert]]

"Emergency alert, danger level red." The voice over the bastion-wide intercom is calm, no hint of panic in their voice. "All hands report to stations. Recovery and isolation hold of Wetware $Zero, $Five, and $One is authorized. Phase plan Omega." Your choker lit up, bright (color: cyan)[cyan] to announce you were being recalled. $Five's does as well, though in a (color: white + red)[pink] shade while $One's is a darker (color: blue)[blue]. "Aww, now?" $Five sighed, looking over towards $One. "You know this procedure?" The young man nodded. "Protocols are imprinted first. You and $Zero will have to be restrained and--" $Five grinned. "You too, *wetware*. Welcome to the club. (if: $OneMeal is 2 or 3)[You finish that chocolate at least?" "...yeah, it was sweeter than I remember it being." $Five tapped your shoulder with her knuckles. "Memories are overrated, right sis?"](else:)[Just follow what we do, and you will be fine." $One looked anxious, but nodded. He wasn't afraid of trying at least.] Vera meanwhile had all but sprinted towards Reggie's empty food stand, to the bright red phone built into its side. You had missed most of her conversation, but pick up on the rest. "... all three of them, yes! Can I come along? At least let me shadow!" $Five had moved to stand beside $One. "Restraint variant one is simple. You're not suited up, so no auto-cuffs to worry about. Just kneel, spread your knees, align your wrists behind your back. $Zero?" She looked to you, (if: $Strike is 1)[still kneeling where your collar had forced you via the earlier shock.](else:)[over the rim of her glasses.] "Want to demonstrate?" [[Take the position immediately.->ImmediateSub]] [[Take the position slowly, demonstrating each movement.->DemoSub]]

<img alt="kneel" src="images/player/kneel.png"/> You snap into the required position. (if: $Strike is 1)[Already kneeling, legs spread, that meant simply shifting you arms to a position behind your back.](else:)[Moving a step away from the tables, you sink to your knees, imprinted training almost performing the action without conscious thought. Moving down you spread your legs then shift your arms to a position behind your back.] Once there you rotate your wrists until they were parallel, as evidenced by the sudden *click* that announced your cuff magnetics engaging. Just like that, you are bound and ready. $Five followed your lead, moving up beside you before she assumed an identical position. As her wrists click together she arched her back just a bit, emphasizing her chest-- smooth round breasts larger than your own. That left only $One, who had observed with rapt attention. Quickly he mimicked you, his cheeks flushing just a bit as he observed your glossy body too long. Lacking a wetsuit his wrists did not lock, but he even arched his back too. [[The sound of footsteps announced he was just in time.->FootstepsApproach]]

<img alt="kneel" src="images/player/kneel.png"/> You make the effort to move into the demanded position more slowly than normal-- a surprisingly hard effort, given how readily your mind was ready to snap into position. (if: $Strike is 1)[Already kneeling, legs spread, that meant simply shifting you arms to a position behind your back.](else:)[Moving a step away from the tables, you sink to your knees. Moving down you spread your legs then shift your arms to a position behind your back.] Once there you rotate your wrists until they were parallel, as evidenced by the sudden *click* that announced your cuff magnetics engaging. Just like that, you are bound and ready. $Five followed your lead, moving up beside you before she assumed an identical position. As her wrists click together she arched her back just a bit, emphasizing her chest-- smooth round breasts larger than your own. That left only $One, who had observed with rapt attention. Quickly he mimicked you, his cheeks flushing just a bit as he observed your glossy body too long. Lacking a wetsuit his wrists did not lock, but he even arched his back too. [[The sound of footsteps announced he was just in time.->FootstepsApproach]]

<img alt="baxter" src="images/npc/baxter.png"/> Three submissive and waiting wetware are thus in line as armored boots approach, a proper squad of six led by a seventh-- his face vaguely familiar, but a glance with your perfect vision at the tag on his chest required to supply a name. *Lt. Baxter.* Counting off the men two at a time, he gestures a set each towards yourself, $Five, and then $One. "Secure them, then hold for a moment. Med-Response is bringing jackets for $Five and $Zero. $One goes straight to isolation for suiting." (set: $Strike to 0) [[Remain silent and still.->SilentStill]] [["Is the Bastion under attack?"->AskBast]]

<img alt="newjacket" src="images/gear/newjacket.png"/> You do not try and speak, trusting in the humans all around to tell you what was necessary. Anything more was not required of wetware. For your adherence to protocol you are rewarded with absolutely nothing, but that was common enough-- basic compliance was not to be rewarded. Instead you're merely greeted with the arrival of more uniformed individuals, this time a quartet of doctors in their usual clinical white outfits. Two of them make for $Five, where they pause to present what they had been carrying-- a straitjacket of glossy rubber, thick and heavy, in a generally pink design that matched $Five's suit. Moments later, you're presented with a similar garment, except yours of course is white with black accents. "Wetware $Zero, your cuffs will be released and you will place your arms in the jacket. Do you understand?" The Doctor who spoke was wearing the full kit usually reserved for hot lab work, including the mint green gloves they always put on before touching you directly. (set: $Strike to it + 1) [["Yes, I will comply."->YesJacket]] [[Nod silently.->YesJacket]] [["...I don't need my jacket."->NoJacket]]

<img alt="newjacket" src="images/gear/newjacket.png"/> "Had us stacked up before the alarm call, either a response test or planned--" The soldier that had been talking is cut off by Baxter, who looks at him incredulously. "Secure that mouth, Private. It is better if you don't answer them." You had gained a snippet of knowledge at least, and just in time as more uniformed individuals arrive-- this time a quartet of doctors in their usual clinical white outfits. Two of them make for $Five, where they pause to present what they had been carrying-- a straitjacket of glossy rubber, thick and heavy, in a generally pink design that matched $Five's suit. Moments later, you're presented with a similar garment, except yours of course is white with black accents. "Wetware $Zero, your cuffs will be released and you will place your arms in the jacket. Do you understand?" The Doctor who spoke was wearing the full kit usually reserved for hot lab work, including the mint green gloves they always put on before touching you directly. [["Yes, I will comply."->YesJacket]] [[Nod silently.->YesJacket]] [["...I don't need my jacket."->NoJacket]]

<img alt="newjacket" src="images/gear/newjacket.png"/> Your submission is taken in stride by the doctor, who aligned the jacket before you as his companion moved behind your back. Touching your wrists they come undone, only for the promise of further restraint to present itself ahead of you. As you had indicated, you comply. Sliding your arms into the waiting sleeves, your suit glides against the jacket's material cleanly, up until your fingertips cape up against the rounded ends of each. Once there the doctors guide your arms to a position beneath your chest, through a waiting tube that they they proceeded to cinch tight. Other straps followed, loops on the sleeves guiding some, while another ran down between your legs. They make sure to pull that tight too. "Patient secured," the Doctor continued, clearly sticking to a well established procedure. How many times had you gone through this exact set of steps, you wonder? However many it was, you're not altogether surprised by what follows. "Open your mouth, Patient $Zero." (set: $Strike to it + 1) [[Once more, submit.->OpenMouthSub]] [[Clench your teeth. No!->CloseMouthSub]] [["Am I going to be flashed?"->CloseMouthSub]]

<img alt="newjacket" src="images/gear/newjacket.png"/> "You are not authorized to make judgement calls like that," the Doctor replies, even as he aligned the jacket before you while his companion moved behind your back Touching your wrists they come undone, only for the promise of further restraint to present itself ahead of you. "Arms in sleeves," the Doctor reminded you, a bit more sternly this time. Sliding your arms into the waiting sleeves, your suit glides against the jacket's material cleanly, up until your fingertips cape up against the rounded ends of each. Once there the doctors guide your arms to a position beneath your chest, through a waiting tube that they they proceeded to cinch tight. Other straps followed, loops on the sleeves guiding some, while another ran down between your legs. They make sure to pull that tight too. "Patient secured," the Doctor continued, clearly sticking to a well established procedure. How many times had you gone through this exact set of steps, you wonder? However many it was, you're not altogether surprised by what follows. "Open your mouth, Patient $Zero." [[Once more, submit.->OpenMouthSub]] [[Clench your teeth. No!->CloseMouthSub]] [["Am I going to be flashed?"->CloseMouthSub]]

You knew a gag was coming. That was only natural. Expected even, and the rare opportunity to expect an outcome filled you with that sense of warm safety. (set: $Strike to it + 1)(set: $Gagged to true) The gag proves to be a more complicated design then your usual ball gag, this one a ball over which a panel was affixed that covered your chin entirely. A glance over at $Five revealed she too was now in a straitjacket, her gag differing only in its use of pink. Everything you wore was custom made and fitted, after all. <img alt="panelgag" src="images/005/panelgag.png"/> "Ready for transport," the Doctor concluded as he pulled the last strap tight, the magnetic locks engaging. Your teeth bite the ball beneath the panel tightly, any hope for speech now lost. "Form up for escort," Lt. Baxter commanded as the Doctors guided you to your feet, though they leave it to the solders to flank you, fingers sliding into handle-like loops in your jacket. "(if: $Flash is 1)[$Five and $One go to isolation. Handler $Artemis requested $Zero goes to the flashing chamber. Her (color: red)[corrective] flash sequence starts tonight." *You were to be flashed!* [["Mmmh..."->MoantoFlash]] [[Accept your fate.->QuiettoFlash]]](else:)[All three of them go to isolation. No flashes." *That was irregular, and ruled out immediate deployment at least...* [["Mmmmh...."->MoantoIso]] [[Let them take you.->QuiettoIso]]]

You deviate from procedure, and pay for it immediately. A quick shock pops your mouth open in a gasp, one doctor working your collar while the other pushed the gag into place. You could not resist while in full uniform like this. (set: $Gagged to true) The gag proves to be a more complicated design then your usual ball gag, this one a ball over which a panel was affixed that covered your chin entirely. A glance over at $Five revealed she too was now in a straitjacket, her gag differing only in its use of pink. Everything you wore was custom made and fitted, after all. <img alt="panelgag" src="images/005/panelgag.png"/> "Ready for transport," the Doctor concluded as he pulled the last strap tight, the magnetic locks engaging. Your teeth bite the ball beneath the panel tightly, any hope for speech now lost. "Form up for escort," Lt. Baxter commanded as the Doctors guided you to your feet, though they leave it to the solders to flank you, fingers sliding into handle-like loops in your jacket. "(if: $Flash is 1)[$Five and $One go to isolation. Handler $Artemis requested $Zero goes to the flashing chamber. Her (color: red)[corrective] flash sequence starts tonight." *You were to be flashed!* [["Mmmh..."->MoantoFlash]] [[Accept your fate.->QuiettoFlash]]](else:)[All three of them go to isolation. No flashes." *That was irregular, and ruled out immediate deployment at least...* [["Mmmmh...."->MoantoIso]] [[Let them take you.->QuiettoIso]]]

<img alt="headshot" src="images/001/headshot.png"/> You moan, all that you could manage when so thoroughly gagged. The Doctors and soldiers hardly seem to notice, though as you're led past $One he at least is looking at you. Without a wetsuit he had also been spared a straitjacket, a simple set of cuffs securing his wrists instead. But as he watched you pass in your far more restrictive gear, layered rubber glistening, you sense in his eyes a spark of envy. *Did he want to be subjected to the same treatment?* It would be coming his way soon enough. You and the other wetware are guided through the Atrium at a deliberate speed, the rare passerby at this time of night making way for the column of soldiers and doctors. Moving up the elevators, you enter the Hot Labs area, then turn down the guarded hallway that led to the Isolation ward. More doctoral staff await within, clearly expecting you. Three padded cells stand with their doors open, each labeled cleanly. Wetware $Zero. Wetware $One. Wetware $Five. The others are turned into their waiting cells, but you are led past them, moving towards the very end of the small facility. There a room you could not remember awaited, even as feeling of deep familiarity drifted just outside your conscious mind. The Doctor trailing behind you lifted a radio to their masked face. "Approaching Wipe Chamber now." [[You are led in.->EarlyWipe]]

<img alt="headshot" src="images/001/headshot.png"/> You remain silent, the picture-perfect wetware taking her restraints without complaint or resistance. The doctors and soldiers don't seem to notice much, though as you're led past $One he at least is looking at you. Without a wetsuit he had also been spared a straitjacket, a simple set of cuffs securing his wrists instead. But as he watched you pass in your far more restrictive gear, layered rubber glistening, you sense in his eyes a spark of envy. *Did he want to be subjected to the same treatment?* It would be coming his way soon enough. You and the other wetware are guided through the Atrium at a deliberate speed, the rare passerby at this time of night making way for the column of soldiers and doctors. Moving up the elevators, you enter the Hot Labs area, then turn down the guarded hallway that led to the Isolation ward. More doctoral staff await within, clearly expecting you. Three padded cells stand with their doors open, each labeled cleanly. Wetware $Zero. Wetware $One. Wetware $Five. The others are turned into their waiting cells, but you are led past them, moving towards the very end of the small facility. There a room you could not remember awaited, even as feeling of deep familiarity drifted just outside your conscious mind. The Doctor trailing behind you lifted a radio to their masked face. "Approaching Wipe Chamber now." [[You are led in.->EarlyWipe]]

<img alt="headshot" src="images/001/headshot.png"/> You moan, all that you could manage when so thoroughly gagged. The Doctors and soldiers hardly seem to notice, though as you're led past $One he at least is looking at you. Without a wetsuit he had also been spared a straitjacket, a simple set of cuffs securing his wrists instead. But as he watched you pass in your far more restrictive gear, layered rubber glistening, you sense in his eyes a spark of envy. *Did he want to be subjected to the same treatment?* It would be coming his way soon enough. <img alt="celloutside" src="images/set/celloutside.jpg"/> You and the other wetware are guided through the Atrium at a deliberate speed, the rare passerby at this time of night making way for the column of soldiers and doctors. Moving up the elevators, you enter the Hot Labs area, then turn down the guarded hallway that led to the Isolation ward. More doctoral staff await within, clearly expecting you. Three padded cells stand with their doors open, each labeled cleanly. Wetware $Zero. Wetware $One. Wetware $Five. The others are turned into their waiting cells moments before you too are pulled into the waiting chamber with your designation upon it. [[You pass into the padded room.->IsoReturn]]

<img alt="headshot" src="images/001/headshot.png"/> You remain silent, the picture-perfect wetware taking her restraints without complaint or resistance. The doctors and soldiers don't seem to notice much, though as you're led past $One he at least is looking at you. Without a wetsuit he had also been spared a straitjacket, a simple set of cuffs securing his wrists instead. But as he watched you pass in your far more restrictive gear, layered rubber glistening, you sense in his eyes a spark of envy. *Did he want to be subjected to the same treatment?* It would be coming his way soon enough. <img alt="celloutside" src="images/set/celloutside.jpg"/> You and the other wetware are guided through the Atrium at a deliberate speed, the rare passerby at this time of night making way for the column of soldiers and doctors. Moving up the elevators, you enter the Hot Labs area, then turn down the guarded hallway that led to the Isolation ward. More doctoral staff await within, clearly expecting you. Three padded cells stand with their doors open, each labeled cleanly. Wetware $Zero. Wetware $One. Wetware $Five. The others are turned into their waiting cells moments before you too are pulled into the waiting chamber with your designation upon it. [[You pass into the padded room.->IsoReturn]]

<img alt="stand1" src="images/artemis/stand1.png"/> There was a strange device in the center of the cell, but a far more comforting sight stood in front of it, her long coat as unmistakable as the stern yet somehow intimate voice that reached out in greeting. "$Zero." $Artemis looked you over immediately as the soldiers presented you, her fingers reaching out to pull experimentally at the straps that bound you. She finds them secure, and dismissed the soldiers with a gesture. She knew you too well to keep you in suspense any longer than that. "You are not being deployed. Not in the traditional sense, at least. Recalling you into isolation was partially a test of Bastion readiness, and your own behavior. (if: $Strike is 3)[I am told you submitted immediately and without deviation. Very good.](else-if: $Strike is 2)[I am told you submitted mostly, but there was a hiccup. We will work on that.](else-if: $Strike is 1)[I am told you were more resistant than docile and submissive. That is not desirable during an alarm.](else:)[I am told you were entirely resistant. We require you to be docile and submissive during alarms.]" She would remember that of course, one of a million other things she could recall that you could not. "The alarm is not entirely a test, however. You will be utilized for a mission first thing tomorrow morning. Your best chance of success requires you to be well rested and clear minded. That is why we are here." Only then does she step out of the way, revealing something like a bed behind her. Though perhaps *bed* was being generous. It was more like a padded surface across which an array of straps awaited, raised up to waist height and surrounded by a box-like structure that featured numerous holes and windows. "This is an iso bed," $Artemis explained, guiding you towards it. "We will be conducting a vast series of tests on you tonight. Baselines, biometrics and neural patterns predominantly as a safeguard for what you will do tomorrow. I need you to lay down inside." [[A doctor nearby opened the box for you, as others moved to lift you in.->InsideBox]]

<img alt="stand1" src="images/artemis/stand1.png"/> The device was there, the one you would have seen in your dreams-- if wetware were capable of such things. But a far more comforting sight stood in front of it, her long coat as unmistakable as the stern yet somehow intimate voice that reached out in greeting. "$Zero." $Artemis looked you over immediately as the soldiers presented you, her fingers reaching out to pull experimentally at the straps that bound you. She finds them secure, and dismissed the soldiers with a gesture. She knew you too well to keep you in suspense any longer than that. "You are not being deployed. Not in the traditional sense, at least. Recalling you into isolation was partially a test of Bastion readiness, and your own behavior. (if: $Strike is 3)[I am told you submitted immediately and without deviation. Very good.](else-if: $Strike is 2)[I am told you submitted mostly, but there was a hiccup. We will work on that.](else-if: $Strike is 1)[I am told you were more resistant than docile and submissive. That is not desirable during an alarm.](else:)[I am told you were entirely resistant. We require you to be docile and submissive during alarms.]" She would remember that of course, one of a million other things she could recall that you could not. "The alarm is not entirely a test, however. You will be utilized for a mission first thing tomorrow morning. Your best chance of success requires you have a clear mind, and while I have other methods in mind to address that, your recent Dissonant Episode requires we start here with the start of your weekly flashing program." She presents it without ever suggesting it was optional, or that you had a choice. But she did place a hand on your shoulder, a reminder that your own arms were bound beneath your chest. Even through two layers of latex her touch is warm. *Soothing.* "I will be monitoring you every step of the way." [[Lower your gaze submissively.->SubGaze]] [[Push your shoulder into her touch.->SubTouch]]

<img alt="wiper" src="images/set/wiper.png"/> "Good girl." She led you into the waiting chair, stepping back only far enough afterward to allow the doctors to work. They rig you up in short order. Head back, eyelid holders engaged, neural array positioned atop your head. "Handler $Artemis, permission to proceed with the neural flashing of Wetware $Zero?" $Artemis had selected a pair of darkly tinted glasses from a nearby tray. Sliding them on, she nodded. "Permission granted. Commence her flash." [[Your vision ignites.->EarlyFlash2]]

<img alt="wiper" src="images/set/wiper.png"/> $Artemis grips you just a bit harder in response, a sense of safety overcoming you. She led you into the waiting chair, stepping back only far enough afterward to allow the doctors to work. They rig you up in short order. Head back, eyelid holders engaged, neural array positioned atop your head. "Handler $Artemis, permission to proceed with the neural flashing of Wetware $Zero?" $Artemis had selected a pair of darkly tinted glasses from a nearby tray. Sliding them on, she nodded. "Permission granted. Commence her flash." [[Your vision ignites.->EarlyFlash2]]

<img alt="flashed" src="images/player/flashed.png"/> (color: black)[The world smears, then slides away. How many times had you undergone this procedure? Hundreds. And how many times would it be performed on you again? Thousands, perhaps. Yet every flash of your mind felt like the very first, because you would never recall the others. The shivering fear, the all-permeating bliss-- it pulled your mind apart, washed away everything but the barest of memories that hid in the grooves of your imprinted memories. Intoxicating to the point of madness, the perfect means to keep you docile and pure of thought.] [[They wheel you out afterward, dull-eyed and senseless.->PostEarlyWipe]]

<img alt="flashed2" src="images/player/flashed2.png"/> Coherent thought returned to you as it always did: slowly, in lurching steps. Individual ideas and intentions gliding across your mind without catching until they suddenly *did*, first only one or two, then enough for a stream of thought to reestablish itself. Emerging from that pristine white nothing, you find yourself in a padded cell. Straitjacketed, gagged, and not alone. $Artemis stood above you, her wrist raised and watching the blue light of her watch tick away. Only when your eyes focused, head inclining, did she halt her observations. "You are recovering good. Let us move." She circled you, and only then did you realize you had been siting in a wheelchair. A push from $Artemis brought you out into the Hot Labs, moving down towards the longer duration cells your imprinted mind recalled were often used for post-deployment quarantine. The walls of the room she pushed you into were padded, but it is far from empty, numerous doctors in attendance as well as something like a bed at the center of the space. Though perhaps *bed* was being generous. It was more like a padded surface across which an array of straps awaited, raised up to waist height and surrounded by a box-like structure that featured numerous holes and windows. "You were just flashed," $Artemis explained, guiding you towards it. "In accordance with your enrollment in a corrective flashing program. You will be given a mission tomorrow morning, and this iso bed will help you prepare for it. We will be conducting a vast series of tests on you tonight. Baselines, biometrics and neural patterns predominantly as a safeguard for what you will do tomorrow. Doctors, if you would help her in?" Several of the attending doctors stepped up to help you up, your legs still a bit wobbly, the lights so very bright in the cell. Thankfully they spoke in hushed tones, as if anticipating your sensitivity. [[A doctor nearby opened the box for you, as others lifted you in.->InsideBox]]

The bed is rubber, padded like the cell. You are guided onto your back atop it, allowing the attending doctors to begin securing you in place. Straps emerge from the edge of the bed to wrap around your ankles, thighs, biceps, and over your shoulders. Each is cinched tightly, joining those straps your straitjacket already bore, pinning you to the padded surface like a specimen on display. That comparison seemed all the more apt as several wires were then attached to ports on your suit, monitoring leads that would allow for accurate measurement-- though one does look like an IV line. <img alt="isobed" src="images/reg/isobed.png"/> (if: $Strike is 3)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 2)](if: $Strike is 2)[(set: $ArtyPoints to it + 1)] With that the doctors close the bed's lid, an immense silence overtaking you immediately-- soundproofing clearly being integrated into the device. Luckily $Artemis' voice emerges moments later, piped in through speakers near your head. "Wetware $Zero, you are now in isolation." She stood over the chamber you had been sealed in, visible through a viewport on top. "The baseline tests we need to run will not require conscious effort on your part. As such, while we are running them, we will be applying stimulation to your body. Is my intent to see you orgasm multiple times before you are put to sleep, as a safeguard against tomorrow." *The promise of an orgasm was noteworthy enough, but multiple? That was nearly unheard of, and left you immediately wondering what was coming tomorrow.* As you think, the doctors work, a long hiss announcing the last of the seals was being secured on your bed-- from now on you would be breathing a controlled flow from the tanks mounted beneath it. Others meanwhile make good on $Artemis' promise, using rubber gloves built into the box to reach in, pushing a wetware-grade vibrator up between your legs. There they use the straps already decorating your thighs to secure it, unable to be pushed away from your slit. (set: $Egg to false)(set: $Aphro to false)(set: $Visor to false) [[Moan wetly. "Mmmmmmhhh..."->IsoMoan]] [[Settle in, utterly helpless.->IsoHelpless]]

<img alt="isobed" src="images/reg/isobed.png"/> Still gagged, a ball between your teeth, a panel across the lower portion of your face, the sound is weak and needy-- as expected of a wetware. $Artemis doesn't seem to mind. (if: $ArtyPoints < 2)["In preparation for your mission tomorrow, your behavior was being monitored extensively, $Zero. (if: $Flash is 1)[You will not remember the details, given your flashing.](else:)[We discussed some of them near the end of our personal debriefing.] Regardless, your disappointing behavior has led me to require of you additional methods of preparation." [[A doctor pushes two more devices between your legs.->PunishEgg]]](else-if: $ArtyPoints < 4)["In preparation for your mission tomorrow, your behavior was being monitored extensively, $Zero. (if: $Flash is 1)[You will not remember the details, given your flashing.](else:)[We discussed some of them near the end of our personal debriefing.] Regardless, you performed below expectations, and as such I will be requiring two additional means of preparation." [[A doctor's hand pushes a mask up against your face.->PunishAphro]]](else-if: $ArtyPoints < 6)["In preparation for your mission tomorrow, your behavior was being monitored extensively, $Zero. (if: $Flash is 1)[You will not remember the details, given your flashing.](else:)[We discussed some of them near the end of our personal debriefing.] Regardless, you performed at expectation levels, though not perfectly. As such I will be requiring an additional method of preparation." [[A visor extends over your eyes.->PunishVisor]]](else:)["In preparation for your mission tomorrow, your behavior was being monitored extensively, $Zero. (if: $Flash is 1)[You will not remember the details, given your flashing.](else:)[We discussed some of them near the end of our personal debriefing.] Regardless, your behavior was everything I expect of my Wetware. Submissive, docile, eager for bondage. As such, I will not be requiring any additional training methods tonight." Your Handler paused, then leaned a bit closer to the glass beneath which you were sealed. "Knowing you, however, I will enforce them upon you regardless, if you wish to demonstrate your desire to serve." *She had been vague, but training methods intended to punish were unlikely to be a fun experience. Yet she had offered them nevertheless...* [[Squirm and moan for the extra training.->ExtraPunish]] [[Remain still, you will accept her leniency as a reward.->ExtraAvoid]]]

<img alt="isobed" src="images/reg/isobed.png"/> You wore more bondage and restraints than humans could dream of in that moment, and see no need to struggle in futile resistance. Instead you accept it, a properly submissive wetware-- and earn a rare smile from $Artemis. (if: $ArtyPoints < 2)["In preparation for your mission tomorrow, your behavior was being monitored extensively, $Zero. (if: $Flash is 1)[You will not remember the details, given your flashing.](else:)[We discussed some of them near the end of our personal debriefing.] Regardless, your disappointing behavior has led me to require of you additional methods of preparation." [[A doctor pushes two more devices between your legs.->PunishEgg]]](else-if: $ArtyPoints < 4)["In preparation for your mission tomorrow, your behavior was being monitored extensively, $Zero. (if: $Flash is 1)[You will not remember the details, given your flashing.](else:)[We discussed some of them near the end of our personal debriefing.] Regardless, you performed below expectations, and as such I will be requiring two additional means of preparation." [[A doctor's hand pushes a mask up against your face.->PunishAphro]]](else-if: $ArtyPoints < 6)["In preparation for your mission tomorrow, your behavior was being monitored extensively, $Zero. (if: $Flash is 1)[You will not remember the details, given your flashing.](else:)[We discussed some of them near the end of our personal debriefing.] Regardless, you performed at expectation levels, though not perfectly. As such I will be requiring an additional method of preparation." [[A visor extends over your eyes.->PunishVisor]]](else:)["In preparation for your mission tomorrow, your behavior was being monitored extensively, $Zero. (if: $Flash is 1)[You will not remember the details, given your flashing.](else:)[We discussed some of them near the end of our personal debriefing.] Regardless, your behavior was everything I expect of my Wetware. Submissive, docile, eager for bondage. As such, I will not be requiring any additional training methods tonight." Your Handler paused, then leaned a bit closer to the glass beneath which you were sealed. "Knowing you, however, I will enforce them upon you regardless, if you wish to demonstrate your desire to serve." *She had been vague, but training methods intended to punish were unlikely to be a fun experience. Yet she had offered them nevertheless...* [[Squirm and moan for the extra training.->ExtraPunish]] [[Remain still, you will accept her leniency as a reward.->ExtraAvoid]]]

<img alt="doublevibe" src="images/gear/doublevibe.png"/> You try to look down, the straps holding you in place straining, and catch at least a glimpse of two red things slipping between your legs-- moments before you felt your suit's access port open, exposing your slit in a way usually reserved for use when slotting in. This time *you* are slotted with a pair of rounded egg-shaped things, a wired lead running out to a set of radio control boxes strapped to your thigh. "Additional vibrators," $Artemis explains. "Forced orgasms will ensure you are clear-headed for tomorrow." Combined with the wand already pushed up between your legs, that would be *three* tormentors. At least for the moment they remain still. "Mask her." (set: $Egg to true) [[A doctor pushes a mask up against your face.->PunishAphro]]

<img alt="aphromask" src="images/gear/aphromask.png"/> (set: $Aphro to true) A plastic breathing mask is pushed down upon your waiting head, its edges lined with soft rubber. Most of it covered your already twice-gagged mouth, but the rest ran over your nose, immediately shifting your breathing to a far more heavily controlled manner. "You will fed a Dissonance-laced oxygen supply throughout," $Artemis noted. "Very mild concentrations, and with your resistance levels the effect will be temporary-- acting as a potent aphrodisiac." She doesn't explain how such exposure would help, instead moving on with a gesture to a nearby doctor. "Sync her." [[A visor deploys across your vision.->PunishVisor]]

<img alt="visor" src="images/gear/visor.png"/> (set: $Visor to true) The visor is transparent yet laced with etched circuitry, all of it humming an intense violet. You at least recognized this, a training array, used for the least intensive Instrument sync training you underwent-- and as if on cue, you feel the ports along your back that allowed direct neural interfacing through your spinal impact engage as probes pushed up from beneath you. "You will be solving equations throughout the experience," $Artemis explained. "Mostly theoretical proofs, all of it mentally of course. Within your current neural baselines, 1.8 seconds for this level of complication. Take any longer, and you will be given a corrective shock." She tapped her knuckles against your isobed, the sound lost to the dampeners. "You will be maintained in this manner until I decide otherwise. You have my permission to cum at will, until we the tests are complete at which time you will be put to sleep for the evening. Do you understand, Wetware $Zero?" [[Nod.->BeginPunner]] [["Mmmh."->BeginPunner]]

<img alt="doublevibe" src="images/gear/doublevibe.png"/> Your begging attempt for *more* strict treatment sees a glint of exacting approval in $Artemis' eyes, though she remains clinically steadfast for the doctors all around-- a little secret you and her alone share. "Wetware $Zero will be fitted with full corrective measures throughout. Doctors?" You try to look down, the straps holding you in place straining, and catch at least a glimpse of two red things slipping between your legs-- moments before you felt your suit's access port open, exposing your slit in a way usually reserved for use when slotting in. This time *you* are slotted with a pair of rounded egg-shaped things, a wired lead running out to a set of radio control boxes strapped to your thigh. "Additional vibrators," $Artemis explains. "Forced orgasms will ensure you are clear-headed for tomorrow." Combined with the wand already pushed up between your legs, that would be *three* tormentors. At least for the moment they remain still. "Mask her." (set: $Egg to true) [[A doctor pushes a mask up against your face.->PunishAphro]]

"Very well." $Artemis did not linger on the subject, accepting you decision immediately. Instead she looked ahead. "Then you must only endure the sensations. You have my permission to cum, until we complete our tests. At that point you will be put to sleep for the evening. Do you understand, Wetware $Zero?" [[Nod.->BeginPunner]] [["Mmmh."->BeginPunner]]

<img alt="isobed" src="images/reg/isobed.png"/> "Then we will begin. Engage all systems." It all happened so quickly. The wand between your legs woke with sudden fury, humming with the rampant desire necessary to satiate Wetware trained for long periods of sexual denial. Pressed up against your cunt, the thin material of your wetsuit seems immaterial as the sensations worked into your soft folds. (if: $Egg is true)[It is joined by the pair of egg vibrators within you, their far more intimate placement proving to be wildly more effective. They even work together, bumping against each other, amplifying their individual efforts.] (if: $Aphro is true)[ With a hiss a fresh *something* is pumped into your mask, the bodily need to breathe defeating any effort to hold your breath. Just *what* you experience is hard to place, a vaguely metallic but yet utterly alien scent joining the oxygen. It takes only moments for the chemical effects to make themselves known, ecstasy hitting your brain like a fully loaded Instrument. Almost immediately you buck in your restraints, the humming vibrator between your legs suddenly so much more potent.] (if: $Visor is true)[ As the pleasure exploded below, raw math flooded your mind above. Long trained via this manner, you begin interpreting the mathematical formulae and figures after the barest of glances. The first requires more trigonometry and advanced calculations than any computer in the Bastion could manage in 24 hours-- your eyes flick to the correct proof 0.4 seconds after first seeing. A success with over a full second to spare, but you would need to keep that pace for *hours* to come.] [[Moan and squirm.->PunnerRun]] [[Focus and endure.->PunnerRun]]

<img alt="isobed" src="images/reg/isobed.png"/> "Patient $Zero is under full load." The voice came from your isobed, clinical and detached. One of the doctors, quickly joined by others. "Beginning heartrate, pupillary response, and mental array testing. Acquiring full spectrum baseline figures. Capturing pleasure sequencing. Indicator metrics have already overtaken statistically average human response rates." Other callouts followed, each strictly scientific. You were used to that. Wetware were not people. Bastion protocol based on long years of testing and development required some effort be given towards your humanization, a necessity to maintain sync rates, but in the end you were not a *person* to them. A wetware was a component, a piece of equipment to be gagged, restrained, and slotted into their work. Incredibly important and fragile, yes, but still only wetware. Not so with $Artemis. As the doctors buzzed around your iso bed, each a white labcoat, head covering, facemask, and those trademark mint green gloves, your Handler remains planted firmly above the top viewport. Watching you, taking in your struggle, her eyes widening only slightly as the first orgasm approached. You cum with a dozen sets of eyes upon you, the heat of desire flushing through your synapses in a raw rush of utter contentment. Then it is gone, your body far too well trained and primed to linger in the afterglow. And as the wand continued to hum, you knew it would be the first of many. (if: $Egg is true)[[[It felt so good.->Egg1]]](else-if: $Aphro is true)[[[It felt so good.->Aphro1]]](else-if: $Visor is true)[[[It felt so good.->Visor1]]](else:)[[[It felt so good.->VeraCheck]]]

<img alt="doublevibe" src="images/gear/doublevibe.png"/> The triple set of vibrators between your legs prove most capable of working in unison. As the inserted pair dance and thrash, pressing sweetly against your inner muscles, the wand outside hums against them as much as it does your clit-- your suit providing no protection against just aggressive pleasure. You quickly lose track of time but find yourself orgasming again under their assault, your soft moans so helpless and restrained. "She is climaxing at expected rates," a Doctor notes somewhere outside your isolation bed. "We should expect extensive endorphin presence in her circulatory system, adjust all monitoring tables to *grade three* to compensate." [["Mhhhmmmm!"->Aphro1]]

<img alt="aphromask" src="images/gear/aphromask.png"/> Each inhalation furthers the saturation of dissonance in your body, light compared to any combat load, but serving here to stimulate you further-- as $Artemis had attested. It is certainly working, your red pupils dilating as the pleasure emanating from below is amplified, every buzzing hum a mind-scattering experience you have no choice but to endure. "Handler $Artemis? I will need to ask you to put on a mask. She is fully contained of course, but in the event of an accidental breach of $Zero's environment your humanity score may not prove sufficient Dissonant resistance." "Noted, Doctor." Your Handler was never one to throw her weight around, and after disappearing from view for a moment returned with a gasmask covering her features. [[You meanwhile have no such protection or escape.->Visor1]]

<img alt="visor" src="images/gear/visor.png"/> The math equations you had been tasked with solving only increase in difficulty as time progresses, though that is of course relative. What you could mentally process in 1.8 seconds no human could match-- but much more was expected of you. And unlike a computer, slow and inefficient as they were, you have a vibrator between your legs. You miss the first proof in the wake of another orgasm, your mind reeling from pleasure. Much like what it meant to cum while slotted in, you're shocked cruelly, the pain emanating from your throat hard and fast. It doesn't linger however, allowing you the barest of recovery periods before flashing a fresh equation onto your visor. You solve it while biting down hard on your gag, quivering with pain. [[Next time you will do better.->VeraCheck]]

<img alt="fangirl2" src="images/npc/fangirl2.png"/> With so much going on you almost don't notice the woman who had bent down, perhaps even knelt beside your iso bed, to look in through a side viewport. (if: $Flash is 1)[She is familiar... but you had just been flashed, and that preempted any memory of her.](else:)[Vera, who must have followed from the commissary.] She is wearing a slightly ill-fitting nurse's uniform, pale blue eyes emerging from beneath the surgical mask that covered her lower features. She remains there for a good bit of time, long enough to watch you orgasm again, your glossy body straining against straps that would never yield-- before sliding so smoothly into another pleasure spiral back towards climax. [[Ignore her.->IgnoreVera]] [[Look towards her directly.->LookVera]]

<img alt="isobed" src="images/reg/isobed.png"/> You ignore her, (if: $Flash is 1)[taking her for another staff member that would merely be attending you daily. Only a few were imprinted into you, the rest relying on uniforms and your natural submission to control you as necessary.](else:)[giving her the same treatment you reserved for most of the staff-- indifferent submission. Only a few nurses were imprinted into you, the rest relying on uniforms and your natural submission when in attendance.] She seems as openly disappointed by your decision as she is enthralled by your predicament, her attention only wavering as she focused more on the box that entombed you, a few fingers touching one of the locks applied to its clasps after your entrance. That's enough for a Doctor to finally shoo her away with an admonition that she had been allowed to observe, not crowd the iso bed. (if: $Egg is true)[[[Would you remember her next time?->Egg2]]](else-if: $Aphro is true)[[[Would you remember her next time?->Aphro2]]](else-if: $Visor is true)[[[Would you remember her next time?->Visor2]]](else:)[[[It felt so good.->AthenaCheck]]]

<img alt="isobed" src="images/reg/isobed.png"/> You tip your head to the side, one of the few things you could. The girl grins in response, her eyes brightening as she nevertheless flicks her gaze down the length of your body-- as if fully taking in the fact that a wetware in your position she spared her a moment. (if: $Visor is true)[You can't waste much more than that, however, as a fresh equation flickers across your visor.] She seems enthralled by your predicament, her attention only wavering as she focused more on the box that entombed you, a few fingers touching one of the locks applied to its clasps after your entrance. That's enough for a Doctor to finally shoo her away with an admonition that she had been allowed to observe, not crowd the iso bed. (if: $Egg is true)[[Would you remember her next time?->Egg2]](else-if: $Aphro is true)[[[Would you remember her next time?->Aphro2]]](else-if: $Visor is true)[[[Would you remember her next time?->Visor2]]](else:)[[[It felt so good.->AthenaCheck]]]

<img alt="doublevibe" src="images/gear/doublevibe.png"/> The self-embrace that was your straitjacket tightens as you bite down hard on your gag, yet another orgasm overtaking your senses. Your muscles were starting to ache, the strain of being strapped down yet subjected to such intensive stimulation clearly having an effect. For the Doctors observing you though, it is merely another datapoint. "Patient $Zero has climaxed again. Are we seeing any shift in timing?" Her colleague shook their head. "Within the standard deviation. A true Gen-IV can usually take dozens of them before she starts to slow." "Remarkable." The female doctor sounded younger, though she was out of sight. "I know the operating parameters, just haven't seen it up close." "AAA Eros are a different breed. Almost literally." They chuckled together at that. [[You meanwhile panted in ecstasy.->Aphro2]]

<img alt="aphromask" src="images/gear/aphromask.png"/> "Adjusting feed," a doctor announced. "Moving her to combat oxygen blend." The world pulses with sudden vibrancy as you inhale, your nearly perfect knowledge of subsystems like your Instrument's oxygen supply suggesting they had just significantly upped your oxygen to nitrogen mix. The accompanying dissonance and its arousing properties remained much the same already. "Patient $Zero immediately shifted into combat-ready breathing patterns, indicating that particular imprinting subset is being maintained as expected. Can someone provide data on her red blood cell count?" [[A dozen more questions and answers follow.->Visor2]]

<img alt="visor" src="images/gear/visor.png"/> You realize after a second corrective shock in short sequence that something had changed in the flurry of equations they were feeding you-- the variable count and required proofs were frequently outside your current 1.8 second window. They were not just forcing you to keep up, they were actively pushing your limits-- and the pain of a further shock is certainly a good motivator. [[Undoubtedly this would be integrated into your usual training regimen.->AthenaCheck]]

<img alt="forward" src="images/artemis/forward.png"/> How much time had passed? You have absolutely no means of telling within the iso bed, and even keeping a rough estimate proves impossible over time. The vibrations-- and orgasms break your focus, (if: $Visor is true)[while the stream of equations on your visor required constant attention.](else:)[another reminder that pleasure could distract as readily as pain.] It takes a Doctor's spoken mark of time to give you an idea. "Three... two... one... reset hourly ratings, fourth time." Four hours? Had it really been so many, so quickly? Your body certainly had the aching muscles, particularly between your legs, to suggest that was right. And you had noticed some of the attending doctors had rotated out. $Artemis however had remained, observing silently most of the time, her eyes fixated on you through the top viewport. She left a hand visible atop it as well, as if holding your own-- were it not secured beneath your chest by the straitjacket. Occasionally she disappeared, though only for a few minutes, returning each time. [[The sudden appearance of a newcomer at her side is thus noteworthy.->AthenaVisit]]

<img alt="athena1" src="images/npc/athena1.png"/> A woman steps up beside her suddenly. A bold shock of red-orange hair, tousled playfully, is matched with full lips that tease in much the same manner. Her eyes dance in a way $Artemis' were just the opposite, pure and still to the newcomer's wild lust. She fixed her eyes on you immediately, just as you orgasmed once more. "That one was slightly early," a Doctor noted, as the red haired woman gave a sly smile, turning towards $Artemis more fully now. You knew her of course. All the Bastion's Handlers were imprinted on you, and this was $Five's. Handler $Athena. "Don't mind me," $Athena purred. "Mine is all boxed up and cumming her brains out too, of course. But my absence for a bit makes her all the more needy later." She rested an arm on $Artemis' shoulder, which earned a glance from your Handler, but no direct comment. "Hopefully Wetware $Five will not be necessary tomorrow." $Athena shrugged. "Second thoughts? You were so steadfast at our--" "No," $Artemis replied firmly. "Merely prudent. I do not like putting my Wetware into a situation we lack proper intelligence on. But I also recognize this may be the only way the prisoner communicates with--" Glancing down suddenly, $Artemis noted your gaze-- and pointedly pressed a button on your iso bed. Exterior sound halted immediately, the conversation between Handlers reduced to little more than moving lips you were far too distracted to decipher. "--well," they came back with sudden force, $Athena having winked your way as she pressed the button that had likely reenabled it. "Another hour or two and we will sedate them, hmm?" Then she actually did look down at you, leaning in over the top of your iso bed. "Be good for $Artemis, won't you, $Zero? You're her little wet slut, aren't you?" [[...nod yes, you are!->AthenaSlut]] [["Mmmmmhhhh!" Yes!->AthenaSlut]] [[Remain silent, like your Handler.->AthenaSilent]]

<img alt="athena2" src="images/npc/athena2.png"/> $Athena bit her bottom lip in response, her eyes boring into you like railgun round. "Every Handler might like their Wetware the most, but yours is *fun*, (color: blue)[Arty]. I'll be in touch." You're not sure if it was the way she had coaxed you into a response, or the *Arty* nickname that had irked $Artemis, but you see in her raised eyebrow the equivalent of a more expressive woman's growl. It is gone quickly however, and it is not long before your focus slips again-- back down into the arousal and bondage within your box. [[It goes on and on...->BoxRelease]]

<img alt="athena1" src="images/npc/athena1.png"/> $Athena showed her teeth in response, ever so slightly sharp canines given her a bestial look. Only belatedly did you recognize it as a smile. "Your Wetware fits you like black coffee and a full ashtray, (color: blue)[Arty]. Perfectly, I mean. I'll be in touch." You're not sure if it was the errant wink, or the *Arty* nickname that had irked $Artemis, but you see in her raised eyebrow the equivalent of a more expressive woman's growl. It is gone quickly however, and it is not long before your focus slips again-- back down into the arousal and bondage within your box. [[It goes on and on...->BoxRelease]]

<img alt="isobed" src="images/reg/isobed.png"/> You had already lost count of the ticking minutes, then hours, that constituted your isolation. But eventually even individual moments began smearing into the next, one forced orgasm blending with another, repeating like a neural circuit caught in a feedback loop. You had been designed for this, in some ways. Trained and conditioned to endure long periods of stimulation and pleasure. But *orgasms*, the climatic climaxes were overtaking you with such frequency, those were supposed to be rare. That was how your sync rates were kept elevated. Which, you realize, could only mean one thing: $Artemis and all those doctors who cared for you were intentional suppressing your sync rates in anticipation of... what exactly? It couldn't be anything long term, your body and desires would recover quickly. But for a day or so you would likely be incapable of slotting in after this, and the **song** that danced at the edge of your consciousness would recede. Just a bit. "(color: blue)[Wetware 00]." The sudden intrusion of $Artemis voice shook you out of such thoughts, your Handler in her customary place, looking down at you. "We will be halting your conditioning in thirty seconds. You will be allowed rest until the operation you have been assigned to is ready. (if: $ArtyPoints > 7)[Because of your exemplary behavior today, I delay use of sedatives to achieve this. Instead... I shall tell you a story." She held up three fingers, counting down until-- at last-- the hum between your legs halted suddenly. [[Silence returns.->BedStory1]]](else:)[To ensure you do not waste that time, I will be making using of sedatives upon you." She held up three fingers, counting down until-- at last-- the hum between your legs halted suddenly. [[A cold sensation emanated from your suit's IV port.->SedatePlayer]]]

<img alt="forward" src="images/artemis/forward.png"/> (if: $Aphro is true)[The mask that had been lacing your oxygen stream with arousing Dissonance changed, the feed running pure as they cut off your supply.](if: $Visor is true)[ At the same time, the visor that had been feeding you equations pulled away.] Without stimulation you had only the isolation of the bed, and the exhaustion of your body in the aftermath of what had just occurred. You *ached*, if not satisfied-- you were never capable of that-- then at least less desirous than usual. Whatever came tomorrow, it would have to be enough. Your Handler meanwhile had leaned across the top of your box, watching you intently. Only after you had settled in did she begin. "Do you know what a limit is, $Zero? Of course you do, in the mathematical sense. It describes the behavior of a function as its argument either gets close to some point or it becomes arbitrarily large." An occasional doctor was still visible passing near your chamber, but with their mics cut you had only $Artemis to focus on. "There once was a grove of trees where limits were *everything.* For it had grown on the side of a mountain, where the wind whipped harshly at all times of the day. Nothing could have survived there, on the mountain, if not for the trees. They were few, but together they blunted the wind." [[Listen intently.->BedStory2]] [["Mhhhmmmm..."->BedStory2Gag]]

<img alt="lay" src="images/player/lay.png"/> (if: $Aphro is true)[The mask that had been lacing your oxygen stream with arousing Dissonance changed, the feed running pure as they cut off your supply.](if: $Visor is true)[ At the same time, the visor that had been feeding you equations pulled away.] Your eyes flutter, the absence of pleasure flooding your bodily as readily as the sedative now starting to course through your bloodstream. Your body *ached*, if not satisfied-- you were never capable of that-- then at least less desirous than usual. Whatever came tomorrow, it would have to be enough. "I will remain nearby, and be with you to explain everything when we are ready," $Artemis continued, assuaging any fears of separation. "You have taken to the preparations here very well, $Zero. Sleep well." It was not quite being tucked in, but she did place her hand on your iso bed's window. And that was the last thing you saw before the chemicals finally overtook you, plunging you into a deep and pure sleep. [[You do not dream, for wetware never did.->PostSedate]]

<img alt="cellp1" src="images/player/cellp1.jpg"/> (set: $Gagged to false)(set: $Arou to 5)(set: $Stam to 3) You abandon sleep slowly, like a tide heading back out to see. The sound of splashing water lingers strangely in your ears as your eyes flick open. Soft lighting, full padding-- another cell. That was comforting. Few things made you feel more safe than the locked cells you so often found yourself in. Glancing down you're reassured further, your eyes finding the glossy white material of your wetsuit, and the stenciled $Zero imprinted just above your breasts. Your designator, your purpose, your *limit.* The bindings you had gone to sleep with, straitjacket and gag, the accoutrements of bondage, had been removed. You are as free as you ever were, locked into your wetsuit, locked in a cell, locked inside the Bastion. "You're awake...!" [[You're not alone.->PostSedate2]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/artemis/smile.png"/> Your Handler smiled as she continued. "One tree, however, always looked curiously at the tip of their mountain and wondered what was on the other side. She was nearly tall enough to see it, but not tall enough. And so she pushed herself, and started to grow. The other trees and the creatures that lived within the grove warned her she risked much by her actions. But she persisted, growing taller and taller. Until, at last, she glimpsed the other side of the mountain." Her fingers tapped out a rhythm on the glass, though the sound was deadened. "That is when a harsh gust of wind, the sort the tree had withstood for so long, came upon her. And because she had grown so tall, she not only was more exposed to the wind, she no longer had the other trees to help protect her. The tree snapped." Even within the confines of your isolation bed, straitjacketed and gagged, you can imagine the resounding *crack* such an event would have created. $Artemis however remained calm. "It fell over onto the other side of the mountain, and saw things it never would have believed. But its trunk had crushed a good part of the grove as it fell, and when the next gust of wind came there was one less tree to protect those that remained." You were suddenly cold. As if lying on that wind-swept mountain yourself. Only belatedly did you realize the sensation was emanating from your arm, from the IV port built into your suit. Sedatives. "The tree ignored its limit, $Zero. It had been exactly where it needed to be, and that had not been enough. And everyone suffered for it. Limits..." Her voice had grown distant, your lashes heavy. "...are what makes me human. Just as other limits, different but no less important, make you wetware." She patted the viewport gently. "I will remain nearby, and be with you to explain everything when we are ready," $Artemis continued, assuaging any fears of separation. "You have taken to the preparations here very well, $Zero. Sleep well." It was not quite being tucked in, but she did keep her hand on your iso bed's window. And that was the last thing you saw before the chemicals finally overtook you, plunging you into a deep and pure sleep. [[You do not dream, for wetware never did.->PostSedate]]

<img alt="smile" src="images/artemis/smile.png"/> Your gagged moans bring a smile to $Artemis face as she continued. "One tree, however, always looked curiously at the tip of their mountain and wondered what was on the other side. She was nearly tall enough to see it, but not tall enough. And so she pushed herself, and started to grow. The other trees and the creatures that lived within the grove warned her she risked much by her actions. But she persisted, growing taller and taller. Until, at last, she glimpsed the other side of the mountain." Her fingers tapped out a rhythm on the glass, though the sound was deadened. "That is when a harsh gust of wind, the sort the tree had withstood for so long, came upon her. And because she had grown so tall, she not only was more exposed to the wind, she no longer had the other trees to help protect her. The tree snapped." Even within the confines of your isolation bed, straitjacketed and gagged, you can imagine the resounding *crack* such an event would have created. $Artemis however remained calm. "It fell over onto the other side of the mountain, and saw things it never would have believed. But its trunk had crushed a good part of the grove as it fell, and when the next gust of wind came there was one less tree to protect those that remained." You were suddenly cold. As if lying on that wind-swept mountain yourself. Only belatedly did you realize the sensation was emanating from your arm, from the IV port built into your suit. Sedatives. "The tree ignored its limit, $Zero. It had been exactly where it needed to be, and that had not been enough. And everyone suffered for it. Limits..." Her voice had grown distant, your lashes heavy. "...are what makes me human. Just as other limits, different but no less important, make you wetware." She patted the viewport gently. "I will remain nearby, and be with you to explain everything when we are ready," $Artemis continued, assuaging any fears of separation. "You have taken to the preparations here very well, $Zero. Sleep well." It was not quite being tucked in, but she did keep her hand on your iso bed's window. And that was the last thing you saw before the chemicals finally overtook you, plunging you into a deep and pure sleep. [[You do not dream, for wetware never did.->PostSedate]]

<img alt="suited2" src="images/001/suited2.png"/> Another wetware, suited in a wetsuit of predominately blue and white-- though like your own, hazard orange is used at certain points of interest. Where you wore your own like a second skin however, they were clearly still acclimating, a certain unease obvious in their posture. The way their boots were fitted with wedge heels, pushing them up onto their toes seems to be a particular area of discomfort. Like all your kind they were marked, making recognition easy. $One. His gloved hands clenched, nervous, before releasing as they glided down his smooth abdomen. "You weren't out long," he insisted. "They gave you a stimulant about twenty minutes ago, said it was a gentle one." [[Remain silent.->SilentP]] [["You looked proper. In your wetsuit."->ProperP]] [["Are we being deployed?"->QuestionP]]

<img alt="concerned" src="images/001/concerned.png"/> You remained quiet, allowing your senses to recover further, content in knowing that if you were in a cell you would be made use of when the doctors and your Handler desired-- not a moment before. $One is a bit more antsy as the silence stretches between you and him. Eventually he crosses the room, walking gingering on his heels, and crouches down before you, his cheeks flushing just a bit as his suit pulled tighter in certain places. It did that. He would learn. "Handler $Artemis thought it might be less disorientating if another wetware was here, when you woke up. I know I'm on adaption training today, but she didn't say what you were scheduled for. You and $Five, I mean. The Handlers extended $Two's ready status hold to a double booking to cover whatever is going on. They had to put you and her into isolation last night for reasons, right?" [[Don't respond.->SilentP2]] [["They don't tell us anything more than we need to know. That's normal."->NormalP]] [["A primary and secondary wetware is standard procedure, during a dangerous mission."->MissionP]]

<img alt="suited2" src="images/001/suited2.png"/> Your compliment, or at least observation, seems to catch him off guard. You catch an embarrassed flush in his cheeks, alongside a bit of pride. He takes a few steps, clearly stuggling to adapt to his heeled boots while feeling the rubber pull against him in all the wonderful little ways it normally did. He would learn. "I can't imagine wearing it in public, like you do. But its easier here, with you." He leans against the wall, clearing his throat as an only slightly awkward way to transition to something else. "Handler $Artemis thought it might be less disorientating if another wetware was here, when you woke up. I know I'm on adaption training today, but she didn't say what you were scheduled for. You and $Five, I mean. The Handlers extended $Two's ready status hold to a double booking to cover whatever is going on. They had to put you and her into isolation last night for reasons, right?" [[Don't respond.->SilentP2]] [["They don't tell us anything more than we need to know. That's normal."->NormalP]] [["A primary and secondary wetware is standard procedure, during a dangerous mission."->MissionP]]

<img alt="suited2" src="images/001/suited2.png"/> $One shakes his head. "No, I was told you are to be used for a special program, but you're not slotting in." He takes a few steps, clearly stuggling to adapt to his heeled boots while feeling the rubber pull against him in all the wonderful little ways it normally did. He would learn. "Handler $Artemis thought it might be less disorientating if another wetware was here, when you woke up. I know I'm on adaption training today, but she didn't say what you were scheduled for. You and $Five, I mean. The Handlers extended $Two's ready status hold to a double booking to cover whatever is going on. They had to put you and her into isolation last night for reasons, right?" [[Don't respond.->SilentP2]] [["They don't tell us anything more than we need to know. That's normal."->NormalP]] [["A primary and secondary wetware is standard procedure, during a dangerous mission."->MissionP]]

<img alt="concerned" src="images/001/concerned.png"/> He shies away a bit as you remain quiet, though it is clearly conflicting for him. He wanted to be closer, to ask questions, to learn from you. "Well..." A sudden (color: blue)[blue] light above the door announced the voice that followed moments later. "Wetware $Zero and $One. You will be restrained, variant one. Prepare and kneel." $One raised his wrists, clearly knowing what he needed to do, but looking to you to lead. He was still very new to this. [[Move to your knees, arms back.->AnotherBind]] [[Gesture for him to take the position first.->LeadOneBind]]

<img alt="concerned" src="images/001/concerned.png"/> He sighs, clearly not nearly as content with that fact as you were. A few more weeks of flashes would help with that. "I just don't have anything I remember... or have imprinted that would explain what's going on. Some sort of special training? I heard one of the techs mention the first Gen-V wetware were coming online, but they wouldn't retrofit $Five again, I would think..." A sudden (color: blue)[blue] light above the door announced the voice that followed moments later. "Wetware $Zero and $One. You will be restrained, variant one. Prepare and kneel." $One raised his wrists, clearly knowing what he needed to do, but looking to you to lead. He was still very new to this. [[Move to your knees, arms back.->AnotherBind]] [[Gesture for him to take the position first.->LeadOneBind]]

<img alt="concerned" src="images/001/concerned.png"/> His eyes widened. "You think its something outside of an Instrument? Or maybe a training simulation. Or just a test? No, this doesn't feel like a test at all. In fact--" A sudden (color: blue)[blue] light above the door announced the voice that followed moments later. "Wetware $Zero and $One. You will be restrained, variant one. Prepare and kneel." $One raised his wrists, clearly knowing what he needed to do, but looking to you to lead. He was still very new to this. [[Move to your knees, arms back.->AnotherBind]] [[Gesture for him to take the position first.->LeadOneBind]]

<img alt="kneel" src="images/player/kneel.png"/> You react to the command as you so often did-- immediately, almost without thought. Already seated, it takes only moments for you to shift to the demanded kneeling position. Placing your arms behind your back, you align your wrists and wait for the telltale *click.* It comes moments later, announcing your cuffs were engaged and secured. $One had watched your efforts like a dutiful pupil, and moved to follow, though he lacked the subtle grace you exhibited-- he didn't know how to move around in his heels yet. But he managed, a second *click* making sure of that. [[The door opened almost immediately.->ArtyLast]]

<img alt="kneel" src="images/player/kneel.png"/> Knowing that one learned best when they tried it themselves, you delay just a moment to let $One move into position first. He does so well enough, though you note again he was a bit unsteady on his heels when moving to a kneeling position. But he managed, a *click* announcing his wrists had aligned behind his back and were now secured. You follow afterward, taking up a position beside him with considerably more subtle grace. Spreading your legs and moving your own arms behind your back, you align your wrists until a second *click* locked them together. [[The door opened almost immediately.->ArtyLast]]

<img alt="stand2" src="images/artemis/stand2.png"/> The Handler you and $One now shared entered, dressed for business. Flanking her were several guards, who she delegates almost immediately. "Take Wetware $One to the next cell over. Gag him. He has to learn to grow comfortable wearing such things." $One seemed to blanche a bit at that, but to his credit he remains docile and submissive as the guards use his restrained arms to elevate and lead him away. Another two had taken up positions just outside the cell door, but $Artemis surprised you by gesturing for them to close the door afterward. They did, sealing you in with your Handler. Alone. She produced a small device, your designation printed in sharp letters atop the rectangular central component. A wired lead emerged, familiar enough to you that $Artemis' circling movement to come up behind you was expected. "I am going to connect a data module to your input port," she explained. "It is a larger file, I almost needed two. Over one hundred kilobytes." By the standards of a computer, that was large indeed-- but to a wetware, it would take only moments to collate and consume it. "Ready?" [[Nod.->ArtyLast2]] [["Yes ma'am."->ArtyLast2]]

You weren't slotted in, which made raw transfers like this difficult-- but you close your eyes and focus on the data nevertheless. It comes through quickly, a torrent your mind parses like the machine component you so often served as. You recognize the format immediately-- an after-action report. Your own in fact, dated two missions ago. To a forest in the operational zone, heavy dissonance having warped the landscape. You fought an Anomalous Major Entity there, all of which you remembered and had imprinted. But more follows, the redacted components usually denied of wetware. <img alt="standbasic" src="images/xxx/standbasic.png"/> The Entity you had fought had not been a monster unto itself, but a vessel piloted so very much like your own Instrument-- and you had extracted someone from within its fallen body. A woman... no... a *wetware*. (color: cyan)[(font: "courier new")[Previous Designation: 00 Assigned Bastion: #7 Activated: 9 Years Ago Deactivated: 3 Years Ago Reason: Lost in Field, Position Overrun Current Status: **~~Lost~~ CORRUPTION LEVEL:(color: #FFD700)[TRITONE]** Current Designation: $Seven]] Deja-vu was something you were taught to ignore. After so many flashes it wasn't uncommon, but was frequently false-- the simplest of sensory experiences could trigger it. This however was *real*, proof of something you had once done only for it to have been forcibly forgotten. "Please remain silent, as I explain." $Artemis knew how quickly you could go through data like that, down to the millisecond. "This information was flashed from your mind to protect you, as is so much that you experience. But what you encountered in that deployment was unique-- confirmation of scattered reports we had increasingly received over the past few months." Your mind spun, disorientated by the questions rising towards your tongue. Had you been anywhere but a cell it may have been too much, sensory overload. But you *were* in a cell, your Handler's hand on your shoulder, firm and unyielding. She was not about to let this hurt you. "Since capture, (color: #FFD700)[Wetware 07-TRITONE], or $Seven, has been kept in isolation within this Bastion's Dissonance Research Wing. She is not mentally stable, a product of extensive and prolonged dissonance exposure, and has been unwilling to provide answers to the questions we have presented her with. We have nevertheless examined her neural map and we believe she has knowledge of a topic of incredible importance to not only this Bastion, but humanity as a whole." $Artemis paused, her grip upon your shoulder tightening slightly. "We believe during the three years she was lost within the Exclusion Zone, she came into contact with a second source of Ichor." There was a file on that too, within the data module. It had stuck out, clearly added in afterward, but you turned back to it now. *Ichor* was a chemical compound, sourced from a singular unique location within the area protected by the line of Bastions you were a part of. But what was it? The figures appended almost outstrip your ability to believe, compounded on themselves nearly to the point of runaway. If accurate... "Ichor can be refined into a fuel of nearly unlimited power." [[You blink.->ArtyLast3]]

<img alt="stand2" src="images/artemis/stand2.png"/> $Artemis ejected the device from your port, and returned to a position before you. Kneeling as you were, arms bound, legs spread, her control over you could not be more profound. "We intend to move $Seven to a larger Dissonance Research Facility maintained behind the Bastion line in a few days. Before we do however, there has been considerable discussion between myself, the other Handlers, and research staff-- and we have agreed to try something novel: we are going to grant $Seven the singular request she has made of us since capture. To meet another Wetware." Your Handler's expression was stern as ever, almost unreadable. *Almost*. You knew her like no one else could, and could see the little hints that revealed more than she wanted to let on. She was *conflicted.* "You will be led into the Dissonant Research Wing here in the Bastion, and then be left to approach the corrupted wetware alone. Your objective will be to encourage her to tell you where the source of Ichor she encountered is." [[You have so many questions.->ENDFORNOW]]

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<img alt="stand2" src="images/artemis/stand2.png"/> (set: $Strike to 0)(set: $Outfit to 0) As she so often did, your Handler anticipated your thoughts. "You are naturally curious, even after so much effort made to suppress that particular quirk. Given the irregular nature of this mission, you have my permission to ask questions at will, $Zero. I will answer as best I can-- and your clearance level allows." She gestures towards you. "Begin." [[A rare opportunity.->WingQ]]

<img alt="stand1" src="images/artemis/stand1.png"/> Standing before your kneeling form, $Artemis remains a bulwark of steady eyes and squarely set shoulders, awaiting your questions. You feel so much smaller looking up at her, restrained and locked into your form-fitting wetsuit. [["What is Ichor...?"->WhatIchor]] [["Wetware can become... corrupted?"->WhatCorrupt]] [["Will I be in danger?"->WillDanger]] [["Will I be in there alone?"->WillAlone]] [["I don't have anymore questions."->EndWingQ]]

<img alt="ichor" src="images/reg/ichor.png"/> "A form of energy," $Artemis replied readily. "*Dissonant*, but capable of being harnessed nevertheless. Doctor Asakuma could provide a more scholarly description, but in short it is both incredibly potent and rare. A small amount is used in your Instrument to provide its central animus. The majority is stored far behind the frontline however, and is essential to the project each Bastion, Instrument, and Wetware were developed to defend." She exhales sharply, as if the topic was well-tread. "Our supply is however insufficient for our needs, and harvest rates are static. A second source of Ichor would alleviate all current issues." (set: $Strike to it + 1) [["What project do you mean, exactly?"->WhatProject]] [[Turn your mind to other questions.->WingQ]]

<img alt="blackened" src="images/xxx/blackened.png"/> (set: $Strike to it + 1) *The data $Artemis had provided you with flooded back. Three years lost out in the exclusion zone, where life was supposed to be impossible. Corruption levels notated and extreme. And an image of a wetware appended to the file, in a dark wetsuit, black dissonance splattered across her.* "Yes." Your Handler replied, with surprising care. She was making every attempt not to spook you with the very idea. "You are resistant to dissonance, far more than the average human. But you are not *immune*. Too much exposure can still induce acute psychosis and dissonant behavior. Mind flashes can help if the individual is treated early enough, but beyond a certain point there is no known method of recovery. After three years of likely constant exposure, $Seven is of the latter variety." [["So what will happen to her?"->WhatSeven]] [[Turn your mind to other questions.->WingQ]]

<img alt="stand1" src="images/artemis/stand1.png"/> (set: $Strike to it + 1) $Artemis touches you upon the shoulder, her fingers warm, the experience soothing. She always made you feel so calm. "I would be lying if I said otherwise, $Zero. Yes. There will be no threat of physical harm, but you must be prepared to defend yourself mentally. $Seven is wildly dissonant, and in the later stages of such an affliction the victims are driven to infect others with their corruption. She will likely say things to confuse and incite you. Be vigilant." [[Turn your mind to other questions.->WingQ]]

<img alt="stand1" src="images/artemis/stand1.png"/> (set: $Strike to it + 1) "Only when face-to-face with $Seven. Your ID will be authorized to allow you through the final security cordon alone, but until then we will be allowing $Two and $Five into the Dissonant Research Wing to accompany you. You have been trained to work as a team, and the less variables we introduce into your experience today, the better." $Artemis leans in slightly. "And you are likely questioning how we can maintain readiness protocols with all three active wetware present? $Two remains on emergency standby, while $Five was subjected to the same preparatory procedures you were. In the event of an intervening issue, she would be your replacement." *Wetware were always expected to operate with a replacement on standby or in the field, after all.* [[Turn your mind to other questions.->WingQ]]

<img alt="stand1" src="images/artemis/stand1.png"/> "Very well. (if: $Strike > 3)[You were thorough in your questions, as expected.](else:)[You were not entirely thorough in your questions, but I understand you are anxious] Then let us conclude this briefing. $Zero, you will be inserted into the Research Dissonance Wing as I have described. We have evacuated the complex for this operation, both to reduce the likelihood of your overstimulation, and to ensure $Seven does not think we are attempting some manner of subterfuge. She has demonstrated an *intense* dislike of doctoral personnel and demanded they not be present during her time with you. You will be monitored via your choker, and the facility's security camera system." The tight pull of the collar against your throat seemed suddenly so obvious once $Artemis referenced it, the lip of it just visible above your wetsuit. "Your directive is to approach Wetware $Seven and convince her to tell you where she saw a source of Ichor within the exclusion zone. Any other information she is willing to divulge, or capable of, should be considered a secondary directive. Do not worry about remembering details, the cell cameras will capture everything, we simply need you to get her talking." Gently, $Artemis pushed an errant strand of hair from your red eyes. "We expect $Seven will likely attempt to influence you, and will be monitoring your biometrics extensively throughout. In preparation for this mission you were subjected to repeated stimulation last night into this morning, to suppress your latent dissonance levels and provide a greater mental buffer. I will now be administering a chemical suppressive to further inoculate you. Present your injection port." *Built into the wrists of your wetsuit, the ports allowed direct access to your bloodstream even when fully suited and slotted in.* [[Immediately turn your hand and present.->QuickTurn]] [["A chemical suppressive?"->SlowTurn]]

<img alt="forward" src="images/artemis/forward.png"/> On this topic, $Artemis does not budge. "That project is classified, and you are forbidden from being exposed to it." Perhaps realizing she sounded more than a little harsh, your Handler's voice softens a bit. "That policy is for your utmost protection, $Zero. It is not necessary for your function, in the slightest." *So thoroughly flashed and controlled, you have no means of contesting that assertion.* [[Turn your mind to other questions.->WingQ]]

<img alt="forward" src="images/artemis/forward.png"/> $Artemis eyes tighten, a grim look. "In the long term, she will be restrained for her own good, and taken care of in a facility dedicated to caring for dissonant individuals. Daily stimulation, heavy restraints, pheromone therapies, frequent sedation and mental flashing." Perhaps anticipating that last bit catching your attention, she appended a bit more on the topic. "At that level of dissonant corruption, even if flashed twice a day, dissonant indicators will reemerge quickly-- like a weed constantly reemerging from roots we are unable to reach." [[Turn your mind to other questions.->WingQ]]

<img alt="cuffs" src="images/gear/cuffs.png"/> Your submission, immediate and without complaint, is met with an approving hand upon your chin. $Artemis tips your gaze upward, meeting her own, and allowing you to notice the syringe she was holding in her other hand. "Good girl." Kneeling down beside you, $Artemis shifts your arms-- still bound behind your back-- before aligning the syringe with the waiting port. Daily and weekly supplements were part of your maintenance protocols, though after sedation last night and stimulants this morning, you got the sense you were constantly being tweaked and tuned for better service. "It will feel cold." And so it does. As $Artemis depresses the plunger, your wrist, then arm, then entire body feels as if it had suddenly been dipped into chilled water. As quickly as it spreads however, it rebounds on itself like an echo, coming back hot and sharp. Somewhere in the depths of your mind, a quiet little tune grows all the quieter. (color: purple)[Sanity Limit Temporarily Increased +2] (set: $ArouHide to false)(set: $Arou to 7) Slipping the needle out of your suit port and snapping the sharp end into a storage position, $Artemis places it inside her jacket. When her hand returns however, she is holding a small handheld device about the size of a brick. A few moments of consideration follow, your low vantage giving the suggestion the screen upon the device must be quite small. "All biometrics within projections. There is only one other preparation we must make, $Zero. I am giving you a choice of what to wear, when you enter the Dissonance Research Wing. You may remain locked inside your wetsuit, as you are now. This would ensure easier monitoring and decontamination protocols following the mission, and would thoroughly present you as another submissive and wetware to Dissonant Wetware $Seven. On the other hand, I can instead have your Academy uniform brought in. That would underline your service to humanity when present before $Seven, and could allow you to broach unexpected topics with her. Your assigned maintenance team is split on which course to pursue, so ultimately I wish you to choose the outfit you are most comfortable in." [["I want to remain in my wetsuit."->KeepPlug]] [["I would prefer my Academy uniform."->SwitchtoUni]]

<img alt="cuffs" src="images/gear/cuffs.png"/> "Yes." Not waiting for your compliance, $Artemis kneels down beside you, shifting your arm to reveal the port on your wrist. As she does you catch a glimpse of a syringe held in her other hand, but she distracts by continuing to speak-- and your training pushed you to listen intently. "A Class-III humanity booster, rated for use only on wetware. A human subjected to it would likely go catatonic." Daily and weekly supplements were part of your maintenance protocols, though after sedation last night and stimulants this morning, you got the sense you were constantly being tweaked and tuned for better service. "It will feel cold." And so it does. As $Artemis depresses the plunger, your wrist, then arm, then entire body feels as if it had suddenly been dipped into chilled water. As quickly as it spreads however, it rebounds on itself like an echo, coming back hot and sharp. Somewhere in the depths of your mind, a quiet little tune grows all the quieter. (color: purple)[Sanity Limit Temporarily Increased +2] (set: $ArouHide to false)(set: $Arou to 7) Slipping the needle out of your suit port and snapping the sharp end into a storage position, $Artemis places it inside her jacket. When her hand returns however, she is holding a small handheld device about the size of a brick. A few moments of consideration follow, your low vantage giving the suggestion the screen upon the device must be quite small. "All biometrics within projections. There is only one other preparation we must make, $Zero. I am giving you a choice of what to wear, when you enter the Dissonance Research Wing. You may remain locked inside your wetsuit, as you are now. This would ensure easier monitoring and decontamination protocols following the mission, and would thoroughly present you as another submissive and wetware to Dissonant Wetware $Seven. On the other hand, I can instead have your Academy uniform brought in. That would underline your service to humanity when present before $Seven, and could allow you to broach unexpected topics with her. Your assigned maintenance team is split on which course to pursue, so ultimately I wish you to choose the outfit you are most comfortable in." [["I want to remain in my wetsuit."->KeepPlug]] [["I would prefer my Academy uniform."->SwitchtoUni]]

(set: $Arou to 5)

<video src="images/player/selfexam.webm" type="video/webm" autoplay loop muted controls></video> "Very well. Stand, Wetware $Zero." She guides you up to your feet, her bare hands on your slick suit such a rare occurrence-- the doctors who attended you always made sure to wear gloves before touching. "Remain still as I check your seals." Practiced as she was, it does not take $Artemis long, even when she was as thorough as she proves to be. Wrists, shoulders, back, neck-- each decoupling point is tested by $Artemis' hands pressing against your suit and following the hidden seam. The magnetic locks, and in the case of the high collar a physical lock embedded at the base of your spine, are checked afterward. "Sealed and locked in. Ready for service." Such attestations were as much for you as they were for herself, an ingrained method of ensuring each step of protocol was completed. "You are ready for transport." That your wrists remained locked together behind your back goes unaddressed, as does the length of orange cord $Artemis pulls from a jacket pocket. Connecting it to the mag-point at your throat, you find yourself leashed. (set: $Leashed to true) "Follow, $Zero." [[And with that she unlocks the cell door, leading you out.->ToDRW]]