by Metronome » Sat Dec 27, 2014 2:41 pm
The surgery complete, T2 was left on the table while Dr. Faust ran a diagnostic test, ensuring that there were no other faults in his system. While he waited, the doctor called down to Dr. Renard's lab.
"Hello?" Dr. Renard's voice picked up on the other end of the line.
"Dr. Renard. How long has it been since you came up to visit?"
"I've been busy, Faust. I can't drop everything to come see whatever toys you're working on. What did you need?"
"To talk about your toys, actually. TANDEM. Within the last hour, they were sent out into the dome to retrieve one subject, female. They came back with multiple injuries and damages. This isn't something I like to see in my multimillion dollar machines."
"I've already reviewed the report. The damages were fairly minor, cheap fixes. They can't be 100% perfect, Faust."
"That's where you're wrong, my friend. These machines could be perfect if you would let me go through with my plans. If anything, this recent mission shows how much they need to improve."
"Anyone can make a droid; it's their human factor that makes the TANDEM unique. Take that away, and all you have is another robot."
"Humans make mistakes, Renard. Computers don't."
"But computers need to be given every command. They have no sense of judgement. I bet you my cyborgs could outlast your droids any day of the week."
"Is that so? Do I smell a wager?"
Faust smirked as he sat back in his desk chair, kicking his foot up lightly. T2 turned his head ever so slightly to listen in. With his enhanced hearing, he could almost make out the entire conversation.
"You bet. I put my cyborgs in the dome, no weapons, no heavy armor. You put your droids in the dome, same set up. We'll see who survives three days with those rabid beasts in there."
"And what if my droids win?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line as Renard considered.
"Then you can go ahead with your surgery. You can put TANDEM into the fully automated bodies. But if I win, we begin work on a whole new line of TANDEM cyborg soldiers."
"Very well. I'll send your trash heap down there as soon as the diagnostic tests have finished."
As promised, T2 was unhooked and sent down to Dr. Renard's lab within the hour. He walked slowly, staring down miserably at the new metal plate in his chest. Dr. Faust had replaced his bone and cartilage sternum with metal and ultra grade rubber. It was more resilient, sure, but T2 didn't want any more metal on his body. He liked his skin; he liked being warm. Being able to feel things with his human flesh; softness of a blanket, coolness of a cold glass of water. That was one thing computers and machines couldn't replace.
T1 was already in Dr. Renard's lab, having his heavy outer plating removed. T1 had a slightly more artificial body than T2. His whole left arm, right forearm, everything from his waist to his knees, and his right foot were solid metal and mechanics. With the armor removed, it was clear just how damaged his body had been from whatever had killed him so many years ago. His human skin was covered in scars from multitudes of surgery and battle wounds. Patches where something had gone wrong, infection had been fought, and where the flesh never quite accepted the machine. He was watching as Dr. Renard pried off his chest plate, setting it aside to move to his arms. When T2 entered the room, ever so silently, his partner's eyes raised to meet him.
Immediately, T1 noticed the new permanent chest plate. His eyebrows scrunched together in an expression of brief sorrow, threatening to expose the existence of such emotions to his handler. His face quickly went back to blank as T2 came and sat in the work chair next to them, waiting to be next. T2's expression held glimmers of grief and worry.
[Open private chat channel]
[User T2 has joined the chat]
T2: I think I might be scared.
At that, T1 turned to look at him, then went back to his forward gaze.
[User T1 has joined the chat]
T1: Why?
T2: Dr. Faust might get his way soon.
T2: I do not want to be a machine.
T2's head dropped slowly, his eyes meeting the ground. T1 followed suit, looking down at his lap, at the mechanics that stared back up at him. He didn't want to be a machine either.
“You're gonna miss each and every shot you can't be bothered to take. That's not living life--that's just being a tourist. Take every shot, Kate. If it's worth caring about, no matter how impossible you think it is--you take the shot.” - Hawkeye