The Meatplot Experiment

[GraspingVileTerror]

((  Blame @Luminara.  Apologies to @Piecemeal  ))

 

       As Newt fled the PPD forces, a thought continued to percolate in that demented Vahzilok-taught mind:  "What if I grafted MORE MEAT to myself?"  The fugitive ran tirelessly, satisfied that even with their hardsuits, the PPD would eventually be unable to keep up.  "With everything that's been going on with those new-fangled 'Freaklok' upstarts, I clearly need to improve upon my methods . . . "

 

       The arraignment didn't go well.  At least not from the PPD's perspective.  The power-suppressors were in full effect in the courtroom, and the defendant was restrained with the appropriate grade of handcuffs.  Yet, somehow, the self-styled 'Newt' had managed to get free from the cuffs, excrete some kind of vile fluid that became aerosolized on contact with the floor, and stunned the police escorts.  Even more disturbing was the realization that the fugitive managed to squeeze between bars that were less than five centimetres apart.  Finally, the would-be convict wasn't showing up on thermal scans any longer, making the prospect of a successful pursuit very, very grim.

 

       "Yes, yes . . . more bio-matter.  That's the solution!"  Newt began to babble vocally while prying open the sewer cover and slipping down in to the murky, stinky depths.  "That's been the problem all along!  I see now!  We never should have relied so heavily on cybernetics from the get-go!  Vahzilok, you were a genius, but your vision was limited by your assumption that integrated technology held the answer."  

 

       "This is Officer Albrecht.  We've . . . lost the fugitive.  Recommending we get some Ascended in here to do airborne reco- wait.  Please hold, Dispatch.  What've you got there, Henderson?"  A momentary pause as Albrecht listened to her partner.  "Crap.  We have reason to believe that the fugitive has fled in to the sewers.  Requesting FBSA-approved heroes be brought in.   ....  Confirmed, Dispatch.  I am not equipt to go down there."

 

       "Frankly, it's offensive," Newt was now in a full-blown conversation with no one else to hear the angry rambling.  "Biological augmentation is such a sure-fire solution.  How could NO ONE deign to explore it?  Crey?  PHA!  They hardly count!  Their clones are rudimentary, at best.  Arachnos?  Puz-leaze!  They're more obsessed than the Freakshow when it comes to cybernetics.  But the Rikti?  The Rikti are the key!   I must find a way to capture some . . . to learn their secrets . . . hmm, but they are so powerful."  The bio-augmented scientist-turned-lunatic stopped running and pondered carefully.

       "  . . . I am going to need bodies.  Lots and lots of bodies."

 

Edited July 7, 2021 by GraspingVileTerror
Typo correction.

[Piecemeal]

From everywhere and nowhere, a voice rasps out of the darkness throughout the sewers.

 

"Be careful... what you wish for..."

 

A hydra tentacle rises up from the depths and attempts to slap Newt with a partially digested corpse.