Jumar grunted as he was annoyed by the incessant buzzing sound he kept feeling from his hands. The new implants seemed to have been tampered by the doctor (?) and was directly merged with the bones of his fingers and hands.
Granting that the technology was actually advanced, utilizing biomechanical parts instead of simple machine contraptions, making the implant have incredible compatibility with organic life forms and assimilating into the natural system of the human body, it still had quite the flaw.
Jumar's brain had yet to understand the syntax of the implant.
Normally, when one was to get an implant that directly connected to the nerves, they would have to wait for it to rehabilitate in order for the organ to be in working order.
It was supposed to be during this period that the implant and the nervous system was supposed to start understanding each other.
Jumar's implant however did not take even 20 minutes to heal and rehabilitate.
Jumar had not known, but Medic was one of history's most decorated doctors, said to be immortal for having lived through from 800 years ago, upon the first discovery of Australium and lived through during the time of the great Mercenary wars of red and blue.
Medic had used nanobots to synthetically repair and restructure Jumar's hand in seconds, reforming the cells from the most basic acids to the complex cellular interactions.
Normally, this nanobots were only to be used in critical operations where lives mattered, making it hard to understand why Medic was allowed to use them in a minor operation.
When questioned, Jumar wished the answer was not known to him immediately.
"Nanobots? Vhat zat?" Medic scratched his chin. "Take? Nein, nein, I do not take! I made zis myself see!"
"Uh, so how do you make this shit?" Jumar backed away.
Medic looked at Jumar as he fixed his glasses.
"Are you sure you vant to know? Hehehe…" Medic giggled hysterically.
"Um." Jumar gulped. "On a second note. No. Bye."
Jumar sighed.
Medic did not seem like a doctorly figure. At all.
Jumar floated down a corridor towards nowhere in particular just to clear his mind, the incessant feeling of the buzzing on his fingertips made him want to rip off his fingers by the nail just to make it stop.
'The second and third implant should help with this buzzing…' Jumar remembered the bioware quantum processor. 'Wait, now that I think of it, quantum processors get really hot, wouldn't it fry my brain?'
Jumar paled at the realization.
'No, no, no, no.' Jumar shook his head. 'I it wouldn't even be in testing phase if it were to fry brains out.'
Jumar cringed at the thought of 'what if they actually haven't…' and simply waved off the notion. Eliza had obviously looked into it, it must have been a new technology outside the conventional tech that Jumar was familiar with.
Jumar sighed. If they could have made that why not integrate it to the electromagnetic implants in his hands so the buzzing and whirring sensation would stop.
'Not good….' Jumar heaved, feeling the buzzing is his head was like a screaming thought that muddled his mind. 'I need to distract myself…'
Jumar closed his eyes and took a deep breath, remembering the bad scene he woke up to.
"AaaAAAaaaaAAAhhHHH…ah?" Jumar screamed in confusion as he woke up, feeling the pain of his swollen wrist. "Ah?"
"Oh! Vonderful kamerade!" The medic floated near and inspected Jumar. "Anuhza successful procedure!"
"Eh? Ah, what?" Jumar touched his body to see nothing wrong besides his flopping hands. "Why are my hands drunk?"
Jumar slapped his limp right hand with his limp left hand.
"Wake up stupid right hand, I still need you for tonight." Jumar slapped his right hand some more.
"Careful now, mein Engineer." The Medic spoke with a smile. "Zey might tear off, you never know."
"Tear- what?" Jumar paused. "What did you-"
Jumar was pretty sure he was scheduled for a Class A Type-X Electromagnetic Implant on his hand, not one that's cut off.
"Jas kidding, ha-HA!" Medic laughed hysterically.
"That's a relief." Jumar sighed as he saw medic approach the mechanical bird perched on top of a stack of boxes.
"No I vasn't." He faintly heard Medic wink at the animated bird-pigeon thing.
"Um, aren't I supposed to be full of stitches right now?" Jumar asked. "And also on the rehab?"
The Medic turned around and gave him an incredulous look.
"Do you vant to?" Medic tilted his head. "Interesting. Stay still, zis will hurt a bit."
Jumar watched in horror as the medic picked up a bloody bone saw and started floating towards him with an evil smile.
"No, NO!" Jumar scrambled to get away. "STAY AWAY!"
"I see, ze healing zis not as rewarding as ze hurting… ahaha…ahahaha! AHAHAHA!" Medic laughed.
Jumar shivered at the thought.
That doctor (?) is definitely crazy as fuck.
"The wheels of the bus go round and roun… roun and roun… round and roun…" Jumar heard a nearby personnel mumbling to himself. "The wheels of the bus go round and roun… roun and roun… round an round…"
Jumar found it disturbing for some reason.
Jumar peeked around the corner to see a familiar figure tinkering on a fiber optic relay.
"Hey, Abby!" Jumar called out. "I was trying to fin-"
"She went to the happy place." Abby's eyes were hidden behind protective glasses but Jumar knew she did not even look at him and was stabbing something in the panel. "Kaylen went to the fun room."
"Uh, what fun room?" Jumar had searched in IRIS as found no search results to such room. "Abby, are you alright?"
Abby did not respond. She simply sang another tune with a creepy sweet voice that echoed along the empty halls.
"Ring around the rosy, a packet full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down." Abby swayed to the song. "Ring around the rosy, a packet full of posies… ashes. ashes.. we all fall. Down"
Jumar was an idiot in his own regard but he was not stupid. Abby was obviously not alright.
"Um, Abby… Why don't we take a break." Jumar slowly crawled along the wall and approached her. "I… think you're tired…"
"That's what he said too…" Abby smiled up to Jumar and took off her glasses, revealing a pair of swollen irritated eyes that seemed to stare into his soul.
"Now look where he is? Abby is not tired. Abby want to play." Abby seemed to chuckle creepily. "Will you play with Abby?"
Jumar was about to question it when he instinctively jerked back and pressed his back to the wall.
Abby was not fixing the panel.
She was shoving a butchered corpse into the wall.
"A-Abby? W-Who's that?" Jumar tried to act calm.
"Hmmm?" Abby blinked sheepishly as she looked at the mangled body. "Mob character. Not important for plot. Died in one chapter."
Jumar gritted his teeth.
'Shit!' Jumar internally cursed. 'SHES FUCKING NUTS! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!'
"Abby not like people that don't play fair." Abby licked the blood off her screwdriver. "Abby send them back home."
Jumar could swear he could see that cold smile flash before his eyes before getting stabbed by a 5 inch titanium screwdriver.
But Abby just sat there, menacingly.
She sang another tune as if it was the most peaceful thing in the world.
"Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream~" Abby giggled by herself as Jumar was 5 meters away and was sweating profusely. "Merrily, merrily… merrily, merrily…"
Abby looked at Jumar and smiled sweetly.
"Life is but a dream…"
Jumar did not need another word before he ran the fuck away, smacking his face against a few panels in the connector joints.
'SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. FUCK.' Jumar internally screamed. "FUCK. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT!"
Jumar tried to swing himself to turn around on a connector joint but due to his recent surgery, his grip loosened and crashed against the panel harder than getting smacked with a lead frying pan, making him black out for a few seconds as he dealt with the ringing sound in his ears.
"Ah, fuck…" Jumar could barely hear himself curse, the ringing and the buzzing in his head was like a shitstorm come hangover. "Holy shit this is worse than a Sunday morning…"
Jumar closed his eyes again as he tried to blink away the blurry sight of hazy white walls and black cables.
"It's bad to curse. Only rude people curse." Jumar immediately opened his eyes to see Abby's disheveled hair floating around her like a static field. "Abby punish rude people."
"Oh shit, no-" Jumar closed his eyes, imagining a glint of the bloody screwdriver slowly plunge his stomach.
But it didn't happen.
Instead, Jumar felt a soft pair of lips touch his, a hint of saliva passing through the gap and wetting his dried up lips.
Jumar opened his eyes in horror as Abby stuck her tongue inside his mouth, aggressively licking the roof of his mouth.
Jumar cocked his head back and broke off the kiss.
"BEGONE, THOT!"
Jumar planted his leg against Abby's stomach, earning a surprised "Eh" from her before kicking her away and smash against the adjacent panel, sending her bouncing across the walls and away from Jumar.
"Abby, I don't care what the fuck is wrong with you but if you pull off that making out shit without brushing your teeth I will kick the shit out of you." Jumar wheezed.
Abby blinked slowly as she clutched her head which was bleeding. "Ah, eh.. ah wah-?"
"Don't give me that shit Abby what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Jumar somehow felt weird, perhaps it was because the situation has now reversed in a way, and it was Jumar scaring Abby.
Abby looked at Jumar with hazy eyes, confused on what she did wrong and curling up into a ball and crying.
"ABBY JUST WANT LOVE! KAYLEN GONE NAO! ABBY HAVE NO FRIEND!" She wailed. "ABBY JUST LONELY! ABBY WANT TO PLAY!"
Jumar closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
'Wasn't the usual plot was to be chased and killed by a psycho hot lady?' Jumar wondered, thinking of who the fuck could have turned the plot this way.
"What the fuck do I do now…"
Jumar sighed again.
This was going to be a long, long day.