Page 35 of Monstrous Rampage
I had access to her scans, both from her arrival and after retrieval from the BGR++’s cell. Even with only a brief passage of time in between, they were significantly different. The mrions had infiltrated her entire nervous system.
To what end?I started to wonder, though I immediately knew why. They were building infrastructure. The nervous system controlled everything else. Her enhanced brain needed increased sensitivity and networking capabilities. Mrions were interfaces. They plugged into any species, which was why they were so feared.
Or rather prized, if I understood the latest intel from Snyder.
Plugged into any species…Or network.
I blinked my eyes to reset the thought as quickly as possible, hopefully before it could materialize on the grid.
“I don’t know who I am any longer.”
Her voice cracked with emotion, bringing me back to her lovely face. Moisture streaked her cheeks. Her lips trembled. Her fingers gripped mine, small and delicate but surprisingly fierce. She searched my face, unfazed by what she saw, even though my features were so very different from hers.
“May I scan you now to look for any issues?”
She hesitated, her gaze flickering up to the knob on the right side of my head. Then she nodded.
Slowly, so as not to alarm her, I allowed the implement to expand from its protuberance. I carefully extended it toward her face, allowing her to inspect it as she wished. She even dared totouch it with one of her hands, though she kept her grip on my fingers with her other.
“It looks different than Snryx’s implement.”
The tip of her finger trailed down its length, and I fought the urge to shudder all over. If touching my implement was so pleasurable, I would surely expire in a fit of convulsions if she thought to touch my genitals. “What was he crossed with?”
“I’m pretty sure he’s a Spinosaurus base, but each of the fan thingies down his back is more like a tentacle.”
I paused to send a firm desist command to my cock before replying to her. “If they looked like tentacles, then he was likely crossed with some kind of cephalopod.”
“His designation is SPX. Does that tell you?”
“SPX is what you would call the gold standard medic designation. My databanks confirm his implements would then be prehensile cephalopod limbs formed from liquid metal.”
“What are yours made from?”
“The same metal but designed from decapod antennae.”
“What can you do with it?”
“Scan, deploy anesthesia or medication, perform basic surgeries like incisions and retractions, cauterize blood vessels to stop bleeding.”
“You have two, right? Can they both do the same things?”
Her questions helped steady the intensity of my physical responses, though blood still rushed to my groin. Hopefully she didn’t notice. I didn’t want to alarm her with fears that I would disregard the addendum orders. “They are identical and perform similarly to the SPX’s implements, except mine aren’t strong enough to restrain a dynos for treatment if necessary. I would need to use my pinchers.”
I didn’t miss the faint shudder in her shoulders. While she might not be repulsed by this form, my beast gave her pause. At least the pinchers. Noted.
“So you can also change the implement into a weapon, like a spike or cutting sword?”
“Yes. Simple weapons are possible.”
Her fingers glided over the rounded knob where the implements retracted. This time, I couldn’t suppress the physical response. My breath caught, rattling my throat in an alarming sound close to a growl.
Her gaze flickered to mine, but she didn’t remove her hand. “Is this?—”
“Please continue. I was merely startled by the sensation.”
“Is it bad?” Her brow furrowed, and she caught her bottom lip in her teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m just curious.”
Snyder’s warning replayed in my head.“Curiosity isn’t a desired squad trait in our program.”
