Hi, this is my first fic and I'm writing it because I've had ideas squirming in my braincase while I daydream and occasionally forget details because I keep creating scenarios and other stories in there without writing anything down, so I decided to just put my nuts on the table and give this a try. Also for those of you that notice, yes this is (heavily) inspired by Cyborg in the Wasteland by SpiraSpira on FF .Please give me reviews as to what I'm doing wrong or right, and if you could give me tips so I can improve.
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CHARACTER GENERATION
Am I dead…?
A niggling feeling of confirmation echoes throughout my not-body/soulstuff. Ah- wonderful, at least I finally got something to keep me company other than my thoughts and screams. That or this void is turning me schizo. Whatever higher dimensional creature or god or whatever that pulled me from my nonexistence of post-death existence probably tittered at my flailing and screaming after I was placed into this void.
As if to mock my thoughts, one of those old school CRT TV's that schools usually keep in a closet, BUT the size of 10 semi-truck trailers stacked vertically just decided to pop into existence a good inch from my nose. Scaring the fuck out of me as I spaz and float(?) backwards. The screen crackles to life, a distorted hum vibrating through the void. Static prickles across my skin—no, not skin, not anymore—raising phantom hairs I no longer have.
YOU'RE DEAD. CONGRATULATIONS
YOUR ACCOMPLISHMENTS IN LIFE ARE LISTED BELOW:
FUCK ALL
IMPRESSIVE! SELECT THE DETAILS FOR YOU NEXT ONE
I float there as I digest the insult as well as whatever the fuck my un-life is as I ponder that, almost as if on auto-pilot I select my choices. As I finish that line of thought, I decide to take a gander at whatever I locked in and I realize being a disembodied soul isn't good for me, as apparently my Ego has decided to take a vacation and my Id has its ass firmly in the driver's seat.
WORLD GENRE LOCKED: SCIENCE/PSEUDOSCIENCE SPECIFIC (+25 credits)
WORLD SELECTION: [RANDOMIZED] (+50 points)
WORLD START: [RANDOMIZED] (+25 points)
WORLD ROLLED: [FALLOUT]
Fuck.
AVATAR SELECTION: [CONVENTIONALLY FETCHING ARCHETYPE] (-20 credits)[RANDOMIZED APPEARANCE] (+30 credits)[RANDOMIZED BIOGRAPHY] (+40 credits)[RANDOMIZED 3 FLAWS] (+60 credits)
BONUS: RANDOMIZED AVATAR IS NOT LOCKED TO WORLD DESTINATION AND MAY BE PULLED FROM A LARGER POOL
While I'm going to save my thoughts on how uninhibited I am without a proper body, and attempt to think on how I can salvage this and hopefully not have another episode of whatever the hell just happened or think of all the negatives of a post-apocalyptic Earth, I'm going to be productive by shoving it into a corner and moving on. looking at what has been locked in.
AVATAR APPEARANCE ROLL: [SELECTED]
AVATAR BIOGRAPHY ROLL: [Gestalt, Bioresonance Researcher]
AVATAR PERKS: Brilliant, Talented ,Latent Bioresonant Talent
AVATAR FLAWS: Addiction prone, Obstinate, Excessive Rumination
AVATAR LOADOUT: STANDARD
AVATAR SPECIALTIES: Biology/ Medicine/ Bioresonance/ Cybernetics/ Neurology
DATA TRANSFER IN PROGRESS.....
Ok, I'm going to try not to panic and hope this isn't going to be a case of ego dea-
DATA TRANSFERENCE COMPLETED
I close my eyes, searching my thoughts for anything that might indicate what should have been essentially a lobotomy by attempting to merge two neural patterns. But no, whatever higher dimensional entity is responsible, caused a seamless merger of thes- my two lives. For convenience's sake I'll refer to life one as S1 and my second as S2.
My S1's set of memories are a bit blurry on details. I can make out the fact that I was a University Psychology Student, had family, friends, but the details come up inconclusive when it comes to names or dates. S2's memories however, consist of a plethora of knowledge and experience. Alongside fluency in what S1 would call Mandarin and German. Ironic considering the world I'll be inserted into and how the Nation of Eusan is a Communist Totalitarian regime according to S1 memories.
The merger seems to have stabilized whatever imbalance S1's isolated psyche was suffering in this void, hopefully there wasn't too much of what I'm hypothesizing as psyche deterioration according to some of the more fantastical media S1 consumed.
My earliest memories for S2 would be those growing up on Rotfront. Which is most likely Europa, one of Jupiter's moons according to S1's memories. I struggled as much as any other Gestalt would in the Nation, though it was only in my mandatory military service that I truly began to develop my talents in the many fields I studied. I originally was to be a doctor according to my studies prior to my service, but eventually I worked as a Naval surgeon and Replika technician on a missile frigate. I'd taken to studying the neural patterns of KLBR units during maintenance—until, inevitably, I got caught. Obviously hindsight is 2020, considering the Surveillance State that is the Nation. While they didn't like it, they found my insights on persona degradation prevention intriguing and sent me to Nachtsonne— a blacksite thinktank on Leng (Pluto apparently) to be further educated on BioResonance alongside the ins and outs of Replika production in the goal of eventually becoming another one of the Nation's glorious researchers.
I exhale and bring my focus back on my future instead of the past, like where I'm going and how it is a place filled with mad SCIENCE, alongside unhealthy doses of radiation. I furrow my brows in thought of the technology of the Fallout Setting and let out a sigh into the void. Don't get me wrong-– there are some fairly sophisticated technologies in that setting, for example the Institute and Big MT. But it's the fact that most of said technologies lack transistors and thus miniaturization of technologies. I will most likely need to either adapt to said technology and try to retrofit it to whatever I might need to create in the wastes. Speaking of the Institute—god, I'd kill to dissect a synth. Their neural paradigms alone could be—right. Focus.
I examine the 3D rendition of what will be my future meat puppet spinning in stiff A-pose. While comical— I do want to get a proper look at it. I stop the spinning and take in the details. Male, standing at around 5'10, body shape erring more towards slim than stocky, and of decent physical health. Red eyes ironically enough alongside some swept back auburn hair— sharp features and a really small butt chin dimple. Eerily Symmetrical features too, considering the fact that gestalts are post-human and enhanced genetically and cybernetically to some degree. Thankfully I'll have regular human feet and not the elk-like stub cybernetic feet .The bioresonance projektor implants thankfully showing up on the forehead thanks to the added Latent bioresonant perk. Thankfully this is included in my starter kit as I'm not looking forward to performing some ad hoc brain surgery in a dingy bathroom in the company of a skeleton in a funny pose just to further control my talents.
Quite a few of my points went into obtaining that latent bioresonant perk so using what points remained went towards the Projektor implant alongside an Einkopf-Gehirnbrücke model co-processor located in the left side of my nape that should interface well enough with my Bioresonance Projektor while providing a suite of capabilities such as integrated computing, Geiger counter, and a basic bio-monitor. The body's gene mods composed of Gestalt standard optimized gene expressions, alongside a genetic error correction mod, that should provide some measure of resistance to the rads I will inevitably face. As for clothes I went for Black monofilament reinforced synthetic canvas fatigues with no markers and some solid combat boots. Should be rated for low arms fire and keep me from getting stabbed by a nice piece of rusty metal, but I'll still avoid getting shot at nonetheless.
Breathing out and confirming my options, I hit confirm. The TV shudders then lights up in white essentially blinding me as I feel something pulling at my non-corporeal self, I resist at first—until I receive a solid yank as I sink into the TV.
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Hey, again this is my first fic, also standard (I think) None of the series I'm taking inspiration from are mine. And I Beta'd using Deepseek ai since I'm new. Thanks!