My father was a scientist... one of those “under-the-cover-working-for-the-government-can't-talk-about-my-job” kind of scientist. He never really had time for me... not ever really. Especially after mom died. She got mixed up with one of the unknown substances he was always working with and died only days later. After that, he never let me anywhere near his lab again. I gradually saw less and less of my dad over the years until, finally, I got sick of it and decided to go see what was more important than his eldest child.
I snuck into his lab when I was eleven and wound up accidentally spilling a container of silver liquid. I didn't know it at the time, but this silver liquid contained nanites... living nanites. I was covered in the stuff. I hurriedly cleaned it up and after that, I booked it out of there so fast, I didn't even bother to shut the door. To say the least, dad found out.
I was about twelve when I noticed that there was something strange going on with me. I was able to pick up on certain things... feelings, emotions just by touching some one. I could also see their dreams. I didn't get it right then, but I eventually shrugged it off as imagination. Then they started talking to me. Yes... they. Turns out the nanites had minds of their own and were willingly talking to me, enhancing my body with speed, agility, and strength. It also turned out that they were the ones giving me these weird abilities to sense emotions... I started talking back to them, asking questions and eventually befriending them. I had no one else to talk to and it seemed as good an idea as any. I learned the reason behind them helping me: they needed a host body to survive and in return, they enhanced the body with long life and amazing skills. I also learned that there were others much like myself... having wound up in this situation by accident. I could tell one of them from a silver patch on their skin, looking much like a tattoo. I had one of my own, a group of nanites having grouped around my left eye in an intricate design. The last thing they told me made my blood run cold. They were created as bio weapons... That's when I found that I could morph my body into weapons and shields alive, being unaffected by nearly anything that attacked me. By an act of selfish stupidity... I had turned my self into one of the few, perfectly blended bio-weapons... s**t.
I snuck into his lab when I was eleven and wound up accidentally spilling a container of silver liquid. I didn't know it at the time, but this silver liquid contained nanites... living nanites. I was covered in the stuff. I hurriedly cleaned it up and after that, I booked it out of there so fast, I didn't even bother to shut the door. To say the least, dad found out.
I was about twelve when I noticed that there was something strange going on with me. I was able to pick up on certain things... feelings, emotions just by touching some one. I could also see their dreams. I didn't get it right then, but I eventually shrugged it off as imagination. Then they started talking to me. Yes... they. Turns out the nanites had minds of their own and were willingly talking to me, enhancing my body with speed, agility, and strength. It also turned out that they were the ones giving me these weird abilities to sense emotions... I started talking back to them, asking questions and eventually befriending them. I had no one else to talk to and it seemed as good an idea as any. I learned the reason behind them helping me: they needed a host body to survive and in return, they enhanced the body with long life and amazing skills. I also learned that there were others much like myself... having wound up in this situation by accident. I could tell one of them from a silver patch on their skin, looking much like a tattoo. I had one of my own, a group of nanites having grouped around my left eye in an intricate design. The last thing they told me made my blood run cold. They were created as bio weapons... That's when I found that I could morph my body into weapons and shields alive, being unaffected by nearly anything that attacked me. By an act of selfish stupidity... I had turned my self into one of the few, perfectly blended bio-weapons... s**t.
