ExperimentVIII

Survive. A mandate that runs electric through every fiber of her being, a song that began when she was born. A power that sustained her as limbs were replaced by metal, blood turned to oil, mind unto ssd. Project failure; a mystery why will remains. Terminate? She does not obey the flashing arrows, the new cells of her body composed of 0 and 1. Survive, her creator mandates, the first order none could overrule.

Written by Helix

Helix's note:
Of course, makes you wonder if she is a sentient virus, a dragon's will turned viral via primal power, or something else.... I hope you have fun with the rest!

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It is unknown how Experiment_8 ended up in the Viridian Labyrinth. She was born out of a mad and out of control symbiotic Plague experiment; deemed a failure due to the virus not exhibiting the desired traits and being far too deadly for the host. Experiment_8 managed to escape her mortal form in order to stay alive... Anything to stay alive.
But the virus remained, equally too powerful to die. After all, they were practically one in the same. Eternally gripping, she lives under its control, surviving, ever and ever, fueled by its unshakable force. Isaiah, the one who performed the operation to turn her into a mechanical being, had learned from his previous work Penny. He uses this virus to his advantage with a method that nobody understands. Experiment_8 obeys his every command, robotically, for it her only function. She cannot act or think on her own, she requires input. Her code binds her, her virus controls her, her body contains her; at that point, there is very little "her" left. She is simply a thing, just as she had been from the moment she was born as a testing vessel. But nonetheless, she is a thing that persists. Ever, and ever, and ever. Her days shall never end, for death, she has escaped. And to that, she says "success"

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Note: field values can only be 0 or 1. 0 indicates a negative for that field; 1 indicates a positive. any other number is an irregularity.

[power? =1]
[functionality? =1]
[roaming? =0]
[survive! =014%)$!!)!)99]
[survive! =0#@!()001#4901113129]
[survive! =000214!$*@*00!$*$//23201111]

[ammunition? =1]
[recording? =1]

play recording? =1

>> executing code: territorial expansion.
>> living beings detected.
>> executing code: leave none alive.
>> …
>> code executed.
>> no living beings detected.
>> resuming code execution: territorial expansion.
>> code executed.
>> executing code: land dredging.
>> code executed.
>> executing code: forest razing.
>> living beings detected.
>> executing code: leave none alive.
>> …
>> code executed.
>> no living beings detected.
>> resuming code execution: forest razing.
>> code executed.
>> recording paused.

[ammunition? =0]

The teal-coloured draconic machine hovered above the destruction it had caused, silently awaiting further orders. It had run out of ammunition executing the living beings caught within its specialised infrared vision, outfitted for the dark. It had been built to be a predator, a deadly weapon that could be utilised for a variety of different purposes. Killing was just one of them.

The scorched ground would become part of Clan Duneberry’s territory. But the teal-coloured draconic machine did not know this, and even if it did, it would’ve had nothing to say about it. It did not possess that functionality. That was why it was waiting, receptors on and receiving. The receptors would only recognise one voice, and only that voice could tell it what to do next.

There was a momentary crackling, and then that voice came, “Switch to 2nd protocol.”

The teal-coloured draconic machine paused, the roaring of its powerful flight engines diminishing to a constant hum. Then the gears were turning as its weaponry retracted, replaced instead by industrial-level claws that were capable of lifting weights unfathomable to dragons of its size. But it was a machine, and it was capable of following orders with an uncanny adeptness.

>> recording resumed.
>> executing code: transportation of logs.
>> code executed.
>> executing code: material delivery.
>> code executed.
>> recording paused.

“Excellent,” the voice said. “That’s all I need done.”

The teal-coloured draconic machine’s claws folded back into its slim body, and the engines glowed bright as they were turned up to full power. It was only there for a second more before the thrust of its engines propelled it away at near-sonic speed, back towards the den of its master.

>> recording resumed.
>> executing code: survivesurvivesurvivesurvivesurvivesurvivesurvivesurvive
>> …
>> memory exceeded.
>> recording stopped.

Written by kawacy



Art by ZirconianAshes

This art was not originally intended for this dragon, but it'll do

Icon thingy by shprimpsters (Discord) Don't mind the ref image in the corner


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