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Private The Bugs Were Bigger In Those Days

Discussion in 'Jurassic World' started by Max Reed, Apr 5, 2019.

  1. Max Reed

    Max Reed The Guyver

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    8th April, Year 108.

    With his hideous form concealed under a sheet, he crawled towards a group of visitors to ask them if they knew where to find the laboratory. He figured that if the eggheads here could bring back fricking dinosaurs than they could make him human again, ending this nightmare of plated flesh and quivering limbs.

    Noticing the lumpy shape advancing towards them, the people stepped back from the sunny enclosure that they’d been peering in to regard him, their faces tightening with wariness and confusion. He’d made a slash in the sheet to expose his human eyes and the smooth slope of his forehead, which he would’ve gotten away with if his body hadn’t been so long and misshapen, more like a four legged (or eight legged) animal’s than that of a bipedal human. The pronounced arch of his grasshopper-like hind legs made the sheet rise steeply at the back. He had to edge with careful slowness towards the group, lest the sheet swish up and reveal the dark, toughened flesh of his legs. Too many legs.

    His “disguise” was still better than them seeing his horrendous form. Most people tended to attack him when they did or scream or run, some even throwing up the contents of their stomachs.

    He closed in on the group, ready to ask his question about the laboratory when a large crowd moving behind stepped on the bottom of his sheet, not paying attention. It was wrenched from his repugnant body, afternoon sunlight flashing off his hard carapace and the blade-like tips of his legs. Well… Darn.

    The good-natured rumble of conversation cut off as though ribbon snipped by scissors or teeth. Silence descended over his hellish section of the park, excluding a soft cow-like lowing drifting from one of the neighbouring exhibits.

    A ten year old boy, hair black and messy, face smeared in chocolate ice cream, shattered it with a shriek: “They have Jurassic bugs! That’s so cool!”

    The people crowded around Reed, trampling his sheet, blinding him with the flash of their phones and cameras, as well as deafening him with their shouts.

    That thing’s so icky!” he snatched snippets of their remarks.

    What do you think it eats?

    Should we tell somebody it’s out of its exhibit?
     
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  2. Blade Wolf

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    Jurassic World had been one of the few places Blade Wolf hadn't experienced people ogling him everywhere he went. Well, mostly. There had still been the occasional seven year old boy pointing and shouting about a "robot wolf" but it wasn't long before the next exhibit pulled the attention. Wolf decided he couldn't complain.

    He had spent the day wandering the park. He'd seen sights from the tiny Compie to the massive and threatening T-Rex. The sights had awed him, genetech was common back in his 'world' but not to this level. Perhaps he also shared a sense of kindred to these beasts for they too were man-made.

    He silently watched a Stegosaurus chew cud, grinding recreated flora between its molars. They weren't sentient like he was but the comparison between the biological quadrupeds to his own mechanical version amused him mildly. He did catch himself thinking about the morality of bringing back Dinosaurs and keeping them in pens such as things were. However he was content to put more thought into it later- Such as when he was busy trying not to literally step on toes.

    The crowds had been growing larger as the park neared its peak hours. He'd seen most of the exhibits to where he would be satisfied to escape to a more secluded spot. That was, until voices started picking up and crowd began to gather some place other than the viewing windows.

    Wolf perked up. Now what could this be? He slinked toward the group. His stance changing to a more cautious posture, not unlike a dog that just caught the glimpse of a Vacuum being readied. There was no hope of seeing over the crowds shoulders, so his head hung low for an attempt to see through peoples legs.

    He eventually caught sight of multiple legs- shiny and insectoid. This he needed to investigate more. His VR sight system snapped over his 'eyes' and gave his head a sleek and predatory V-shape. The sensors outlined a strange shape on the other side of a wall of human bodies. "Something" was putting it lightly. He needed to see more and the crowd wasn't helping.

    The crowd became more active and Blade Wolf caught the general chatter. A lot boiled down to "Gross!" and "A prehistoric grasshopper". The flashes intensified and Blade Wolf wondered if showroom models got this much attention.

    No guards or staff were here, and things were escalating. This was either an escaped animal, or a poor, confused space traveler. He probed the outskirts but there was no way of nudging in without completely plowing through the throng. A bluff then.

    "BEWOOOOP"

    Blade Wolf used his synthesizer to imitate a police alarm. Just a bloop or two was all he needed before the crowd started looking his way.

    "Alert, step aside. Alert, step aside."

    He had to admit to himself that his sleek black-armored body did make his "Police Dog" cover an easy sell. He wondered if there would be consequences for his actions, but he had yet to make any actual claims of being the law.

    The crowd quickly parted as he stepped forward. The mass of bodies was so much that it was still a few moments before he could see beyond them. Gradually, a horror was revealed to him. Blade Wolf stopped.

    He did not experience terror or horror like a human would. True to his more machine origins he was stopped merely trying to quantify and understand what was before him. More insectiod and misshapen than even the Space Pirates he encountered far beyond Cosimo Station, the thing before him was unlike even the more bizarre denizens of Pandora he had met.

    Blade Wolf eventually rested his gaze on the face of the creature. It looked back at him with the spark of sentience. Too many legs. Two human eyes.

    Blade Wolfs voice lost its commanding tone.

    "Who... Are you?"
     
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  3. Max Reed

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    The shrill shriek of an alarm nearly had Reed leaping out of his hardened exoskeleton, the sharp lurch of his heart stealing away his breath. He turned his peculiar long head to pinpoint the siren, mandibles flexing in agitation, watching the crowd part like sheep to admit a…

    Robot police dog? He found that odd? Had he looked in a freaking mirror lately?

    The robot dog was barking at people to get out of the way, which made Reed wonder whether it was some kind of state-of-the-art security system installed in the park. That made sense in a place where they engineered fricking dinosaurs and you could ride around inside a giant bubble to view them. The real strange part was why they’d made the robot a dog. Why not a raptor or one of those long necked dinos? That would’ve been in keeping with the aesthetic of the area.

    At the question, Reed took a step back from the robot dog in astonishment, which was a lot of darn effort when you had as many legs as him. He held the front pair out like a pair of twisted arms, the blade on each particularly curved and sharp. It’d been the sentient, human, quality of the question that had surprised him. He was also sort of grateful and intrigued that the dog had referred to him as who. Most people tended to use what.

    He stretched out his armored neck, peering at what passed as the dog’s face as though he could see through metal into the wires and blinking lights. Had some egghead programmed this robot to make it super smart? Or was it being remotely controlled by a person?

    Tempted to tap it experimentally, he reached out with a claw tipped limb, but changed his mind. It probably had some defense mechanism built in and would zap him like a… Well... A bug.

    “One of the unluckiest guys in the world,” Reed decided to humor the robot dog.

    He kept his voice low, not wanting the thinning crowds to hear him. That would freak them out more after they’d assumed he was a normal part of the sideshow. Prehistoric grasshoppers weren’t supposed to speak. Judging by snippets of conversation, they’d assumed that the robot dog was a normal security feature of the park, designed to herd escaped creatures back into their exhibits.

    “Can you take me to the lab?” Reed buzzed at him. “That’s laboratory. Not Labrador.”
     
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  4. Blade Wolf

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    When the strange being extended its claw, Blade Wolf momentarily lowered his head, not unlike a real wolf would when wary or threatened. The crab roach retracted its claw back almost immediately. It seemed none-threatening. Could it have been exploratory?

    Blade Wolf observed Max closely. He'd seen cyborgs and Unmanned Gears that pushed the limits of known anatomy, but he'd never encountered anything like the- the "Crab Roach" before him. Still, the part of the face around the eyes was still too "human". It speaking near perfectly shocked him again. "It" wouldn't it cut it though, more and more "it" seemed more like a "he".

    Blade Wolf still didn't know what to make of the situation. The "who" in front of him lamented his luck, was asking about labs, and spoke in hushed tones. Yet, "he" was still very capable of sarcasm.

    Wolf found himself being very unappreciative of the Labrador joke.

    "Let us move away from here, where we can discuss things." He almost growled.

    Without waiting for a response he turned and resumed his "police act" and made sure a path was cleared for the two of them as they left the crowd. It was amazing how quickly the circle had closed again with the primarily human crowd continuing to gawk.

    He aimed to lead them out of the main thoroughfare to the access roads between the pens. There they could talk without gawkers and hopefully the real security.
     
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  5. Max Reed

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    OOC: A round or two more of friendly banter before the dinosaur action! @Blade Wolf!

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    Judging by the near growl, the robot seemed angry with him? It nonetheless agreed to take him to the laboratory, or at least, that was how Reed had interpreted the comment.

    With hope blooming in his twisted chest, he scuttled along after the robot dog on six legs, the front pair wriggling in the air aimlessly. The pair of strange creatures navigated paths that were more functional than tourist friendly, the crowds thinning out until it was just them. Thank God. He grew more and more convinced that they were on their way to the lab, full of eggheads that could help him.

    Reed hurried to draw level with the robot, shifting up on to four legs, which gave his clunky, monstrous body a praying mantis bend. He could never figure out a natural or comfortable position, especially when it came to resting after a long day on his feet, or claws more accurately.

    “I’m not really talking to a robot pooch, right?” he asked, gesturing at it with a spindly front leg. The other one just stuck straight up at the sky, useless and surplus to requirements. “This is just a super neat way to have a phone call? Who am I talking to over at Jurassic World HQ?

    “So how do you dial somebody on this thing?” Reed stretched out a leathery limb to touch it on the back, but changed his mind again. He would’ve loved to have pushed all the shiny red buttons on this high tech toy, but was still cautious of security devices zapping or frying him like a bug.