The Creation of Zot.
Zot, or originally known as Zotoriousileumbrager, is a tragic tale of unfortunate circumstances that could not have been forseen by anyone. Prior to the fall Zot was an astro-archeoligist, starting his career on earth, moving to the moon and mars for expeditions later on. When the Titan colonization mission came up Zot was completely ready for the challenge and capable of greatly improving the missions success rates through his years of schooling and knowledge. He was selected with due haste, trained some of the colonists. He was quickly recognized as a token member of the project and even became it’s public face. However this great success was simply leading to a higher fall, though no one could have expected how. As everyone was being farcasted to their new titanian colonist bio morphs Zot was overseeing from below making sure everything went smoothly. He was the last to transmit his ego aboard via farcaster, however the only one left at the station to send him up was Jazimyra a large gorilla uplift with fingers larger than sausage links. Not the brightest either. However in his excitement to start the mission Zot thought nothing of this. The far cast started seamlessly Jazimyra’s fingers found their targets true. However, outside the destination ship, floating ever so slowly, with no engines providing thrust coasted a shuttle dark, no power, no way for anyone to see it at all. However, it’s path set it directly in front of the far cast signal path. Inside the shuttle, a violent criminal cased in a swarmanoid morph was in the process of devouring the passengers ego’s, the last he savored, a neo tenic, his favorite dish, his ego flooded from the swarm conciousness into the neotenic attacking the cortical stacks defenses. They fell quickly, he had done this so many times it was like a game of solitaire anymore. The Neo Tenic was so delicious he had to linger in it’s body a bit longer before deciding to make the jump back to the swarm. Had he not taken these extra moments, who’s to say what would have occurred, but since he did, at the quantum milisecond that his ego existed in neither the neo tenic, or the the swarmanoid, Zot’s ego arrived passing quickly through the shuttle walls, and in a freak far casting accident, forked his ego into both the Neo Tenic and the Swaraoid morphs. As to the violent criminal that was in transit, who can say what happened to him?
Zot suddenly regained conciousness after the broadcast. He felt strange, not unusual after an ego transfer, but something did seem off. He opened his eyes, staring at a grimy blood spattered ceiling of a shuttle. Hopefully this is not my med bay, was the first thing that came to his mind. Then suddenly he realized the terrible implications of the blood on the ceiling.
Zot suddenly regained conciousness after the broadcast. He felt strange, no unusal after an ego transfer, but something did seem off. He opened his eyes, he was seeing every facet of the interior bedroom in a passenger shuttle, blood spattered the walls and celing, grime and oil clung to every nook and cranny, a small neo tenic lay on the ground eyes opening slowly. All the details flooding his senses became overwhelming he closed his eyes and returned to blackness. ‘What the hell is going on. My Titanian isn’t supposed to have full range vision.’ he thought to himself. He opened his eyes again slowly, in this moment he realized it was not full range vision, it was multiple eyes hundreds or more working in unison.
Zot sat up, not gaining as much rise as he’d anticpated. He looked around the room quickly to seek out any threats. Nothing immediately moving, blood stains, a body torn apart, clearly dead, some sort of grey dust pile a bed, no threats. He started his normal transfer routine stretching his arms getting used to the new body. He raised his arms out to the side, up over his head, and down in front of him. Suddenly he realized how small his arms and hands were, and looked down to see the matching sized legs and feet. In a sudden panic he leapt to his feet and found a mirror on a wall. He was staring at a child, how could this be? Who could this be? This can’t be a titanian model so it can’t be me. In the reflection of the mirror he noticed a cloud moving behind him, he turned to find a nano swarm hovering in motion a few feet away, somehow he knew it was looking at him. Instinct kicked in his tiny legs shot him towards a small cubboard sitting open. Once inside he slammed the door shut behind him expecting to hear the nano swarm drilling in after him. But it didn’t. He sat for a long time in silence.
Zot opened his eyes now for the 11th time. Finally coming to terms with the vision he tried to sit up and his vision went violent as swarm bots crashed this direction and that. ‘Start smaller’ he thought to himself. He tried to wiggle a finger it caused a group of bots to jump in place. Bending his arm resulted in multiple bots leaping into the air and hovering in place, as some got further from the swarm more seemed to insticually follow. He listened to the sound his own body was making, and took in the eery silence of the shuttle around him, and then another sound, breathing. The neotenic. Sudden panic. Zot realized he wasn’t breating, and began trying relentlesslky to find breath his mind tricking itself into a state of suffocation. His human senses took him over he swung his “arms” to his chest grasping at lungs that didn’t exist. He tried to cough which caused violent bursts of speed from hovering nano bots. His vision grew blue, then faded away.
Zot heard the strangest of noises coming from outside the cupoard door. He was sure at this point that the swarm wasn’t after him, as it could have easily bypassed the wooden door only an inch thick. He slid it open, peered his small head out. The swarm was writhing, nano bots flying this way and that at varied speeds, some bursting with quickness at random. They were swirling in and out of the main mass, cirular streams diving into the swarm and expulging somewhere else. He somehow knew it was in pain, like a ghost ping in his cortical stack, just an odd feeling that couldn’t really be there. All the nano bots started to slow down, loosing there quickness, but not the random speed bursts, lower and lower they sank in the air until at last they all came to rest on the ground. Zot was baffled, he wondered what he had just witnessed for moment before the realization of his situation came back to him. Stranded in a child morph, on an unknown vessel covered in blood. All he could do for a time was stand there; thinking, processing, testing his body out in minute ways scanning systems. For reasons unfathomable by Zot the neiotenic seemed to have a pair of hand lasers installed. At least he had some sort of defense. He knew he had to come up with a plan of action, but everytime he put his mind to serious thought it got muddled, he couldn’t seem to hold enough concious thoughts to formulate a strategy. This in its self created more thought processes taking up more space, and soon he was scarcly moving at all.
Zot regained conciousness, his vision blurred back into focus after a few blinks. He scanned the room, the neo tenic was no longer in the cupoard, but was standing frozen with a look of confusion on it’s face. He took a moment to compose his thoughts.
Ok. I’m on an unknown vessel, not the titan vessel, they must be searching for me by now. I need to try to make contact. The neo tenic, is frozen, I wonder why, could it be related to how I got here? I seem to be in a bed room, i’ll need to find the cockpit.
