Intro
The Journal
Windrae
The Journey
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Sightings
Leave-Taking
Windrae
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Welcome to the Human Conservation Corporation.

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The Journal


Tell us, Jones, how does it feel to torture our animals in your little science experiments.

The words came cold, and for a moment she felt them prod at her already tightened heart. She should have been used to this type of public resentment by now; her team had been misunderstood for decades. Just keep walking, you'll be back to the labs soon and this will all be over, she thought to herself. But it was already too late, her body had already halted in response to the question. Dr. Jones leaned forward towards the reporter's microphone, her face immediately surrounded by those of the crowd of newscasters. Large cameras scrambled in like birds to breadcrumbs, competitively ready to swallow their share of the scientist's following remark. Dr. Jones tried her best to ignore the chaos and focus only on the reporter who braved the question, as her colleagues looked back at her over their shoulders, disheartened, among the angry crowd.

Researchers and scientists have been experimenting on animal subjects for centuries. Longer, even. All surveillance procedures were made to study disease, medicine, and multiple advancements to aid humanity, to make discoveries and breakthroughs, and to be there with solutions when the world was in need. What we're doing is no different. Our organization is doing what we can to ensure human survival, on a planet, may I remind you, we have no compatibility with.

Journal Entry 1. anon.
Trial #3. 20th of June. Day 1.

It's taken longer than expected, but I was happily informed today of our new batch of blumaroos. They arrived in the afternoon, 2pm, and were sent straight to the nursery. They are newborns; just what we were hoping for.

Our research is firm.
The human race is dying. No. Every living thing we've brought from Earth is dying. There has been a global shift-- a significant change in our lifespan. Our natural genetics are failing, here, in this new, alien atmosphere. And our studies, and own eyes, have shown us that it is only getting worse. Two-hundred and twenty years ago, we rejoiced over finding this planet-- a planet that, through studies, seemed no different than that of our mother Earth. It was a miracle for us, for we had already been preparing for the worst then.
It wasn't until after our relocation seventy or so years later, that we began to notice the long-term effects.

For years, the corporation has been researching all salvaged forms of matter. We've taken samples and field studies, and we've banded with the brightest of mathematicians and various scientists, to come to an intriguing, and rather disturbing, discovery. The metal alloy, steel, has nearly tripled in its highest traditional life-expectancy (now lasting, as scientifically estimated, up to three-thousand years). Not only this, but exposure to this new atmosphere has, somehow, prevented the metal from showing signs of weathering. After observing some of our top-model droids(and how they, too, adapted to the atmosphere) our minds were visited by an unlikely idea.
It seemed like something straight out of the sci-fi books. Out of the movies we grew up with, back on Earth. However, time had led us into a corner, with little hope of escape, and we soon came to realize that our only chance would be to grab any possibility that would come our way. And so, after having our crew plan out a method for the procedures, we arrived at a starting point. We set to work on making it possible to preserve, first, our own kind; through bionics.
The idea sounded bizarre to the ears of our government, but even they noticed that it would be foolish to give up any opportunity. Even so, they weren't cooperative with providing us with proper subjects. Our organization has asked countless of times to move straight to human trials. But, with the already fragile bodies we've developed, not one society has offered to take the risk. Several of my co-workers were willing to lay their lives on the operation tables, but we couldn't afford to lose any more scientists. After all, there won't be many more people like us in the coming generations. Not with our years of experience.



(Under Construction: A scene will one day appear here. Having a hard time deciding on what the scene should be exactly, but I'm leaning towards one focused around the scientist, engineer, and doctor team. Also.. should probably think of a proper name for the corporation..)

Journal Entry 2. anon.
Trial #3. 21st of June. Day 2.

I went to visit the infant blumaroos again today. This must be my fifth time. There are six of them, four boys and two girls, each cradled up preciously in individual encasements. Six infant blumaroos; given to us by our supporters. I was surprised at this, given how hard they are to come by, and how little the people held faith us these days. The workers and I feel reassured that our people still believe in us.
The nursery droid checks each one from time to time, scanning their vital signs and comfort levels. Several scientists are already moving about quietly in the room, writing statistics and notes down in their electronic clipboards. I've decided to stand outside the room in the hallway this visit, looking through a long panoramic glass wall.
These blums are much different than the first group that came our way. For one, the first trials were significantly older and frightened. My fellow scientists and myself were frightened too; panicked at how to execute the procedure of replacing skin with metal. Veins with circuits. Organs with biologically-influenced hardware. I still shudder at the thought of performing that process. Mixing flesh and metal-- two polar opposites.
The past trials didn't go as well as we'd hoped.
Most of our team has a renewed hope after the arrival of the infants. Surely, performing procedure on a developing animal would be far more practical in our case. Their growing bodies would be able to accept the bionic implants far better than the previous hosts. But I can't bear to participate this round. At least not in the operation rooms.
There is talk of there being the first procedure today.
So early. I only hope they have strength enough to survive it.



(Under Construction: This small section will be dedicated to a short scene of Windrae alone in her chamber/cell. It is nighttime, and only a few scientists patrol the halls, being careful not to disrupt the sleeping blums. It is to be written in third-person omniscient.)

Journal Entry 13. anon.
Trial #3. 1st of July. Day 13.

First operation brought back positive results. The team is used to the procedure by now; but there is always room for improvement, especially once we begin applying our science to human subjects. We've given our infant blumaroos names; my favorite being Windrae. She has the sweetest face of all her siblings, and she sleeps the most. So far, she is taking her new bionic tail rather well. Our tests have shown that she, and three others, are ready for the next procedure.



Ch-shhhh
The hallway door slid open in an automatic attempt to free the way for an approaching man. Its timing was excellent, for only a second afterwards the man crossed through the arch of the door, his left hand grasping an electric clipboard that swayed slightly against his lab-coat as he walked, while his free hand went to remove his spectacles. With his wrist, he rubbed his eyes which now, after the removal of his glasses, looked exceptionally dreary.
Dr. Jones brought the glass of water to her lips upon the sound of footsteps in the hall. Another day of work had come to a close, and she had spent the past hour or so in the lounge, looking out at the stars that opened up so clearly to the dark, glass room.

Taking a break, are we, the man asked rather rhetorically, walking to the dispenser to fill a glass of water for himself.

Shift's over, Jon

Oh right, Jonathan replied quietly.
His voice had little enthusiasm tonight. From the looks of it, he had been over-working his shifts; perhaps even spending too much time in the blumaroo operation rooms. His mind seemed troubled by a collection of topics.
He released the small lever and withdrew his glass, taking a moment to drink nearly the entire serving. Jon held the glass under the dispenser again to refill it before walking over to stand by the edge of the table in which Mara was sitting, perplexed at the sky.
(More to add here; basically a convo between two scientists discussing a dream of escaping the planet, and shining light on past attempts to leave via spacecraft. One of them questions if their mother-planet is still in destruction.. theorizing that perhaps their earth is back to normal now and has been so for several years, waiting for the humans to return, and that they can't tell due to the change in their current planets revolution/rotation.. yea..)

Journal Entry 45. anon.
Trial #3. 3rd of August. Day 45.

We've brought the blums to the gardens outside the laboratories to make updates on how well they are able to control their new pair of enhanced legs. The results so far are stunning, yet heartbreaking. We've lost one blumaroo, and, with the signs of pain we continue to notice in our remaining group, I fear that we may lose more. But aside from the pain, my team is learning that their bodies are actually accepting the replacements -- far better than earlier trials had. We are all thankful that our technology from earth has advanced quite significantly since the electronic boom four hundred years ago; that we now have the abilities to perform tasks that can keep us safe from natural forces, like the fall of the magnetic shield, and the foreign atmosphere around us that is causing so much harm today. We now have technology that will keep us safe from death to so significant of a degree that, by the end of our experiment, each individual will be able to last nearly 30 times their natural life-span. We are all hoping for Trial 3 to pull through.

The gardens here are sheltered by a large glass and steal-rimmed dome to promote preservation. We have planted here several species of flower and plant, all of which belong to a moderate climate. The other scientists have told me over the years that, upon planting the garden, the people had wished they had taken more plant-life and fauna with them during the evacuation. The world's people were under strict orders, then, to bring with them whatever salvageable organisms they could. A law was passed -- at least one significant organism apart from the human race -- that generally granted people a free ticket off the planet. Livestock and pets, bacteria and insects, wild species and marine-life. All were brought onto the ships headed for the shelter planet. Many brought flowers, yet most species of plants, fragile as they were, didn't survive the trip.
The plant-life on this planet is somewhat different than that told to have existed on Earth. We see images in our salvaged archives, photographs of our past. It would be nice, I imagine, to experience a palm tree and to sip from its seed, reclined in a chair, as the waves gently brush against the shoreline just a few yards away. Many advertisements I've seen have featured such activities. I myself wonder if such a thing would exist again.

I notice I've been trailing off again in my writings; a usual occurrence for me these past few weeks. Some of our team, our oldest residents, have been falling ill.
One blumaroo has fallen in a mix of pain and exhaustion I believe. The other care-taker scientists around me have called the nursery droid to bring him back to the labs. Windrae is also showing signs of pain, but her progress is greater than the rest. The scientists seem to observe her more than the others, and I can feel their hopes rising. I feel proud of my little Windrae.
From here, the night sky shines through the dome of glass. The stars are brighter and larger than they ever were back on the old planet. The scenery is beautiful. However, somewhere out there, the remains of the desolate Earth still lie, and it is a realization no one can ignore. I myself have never been to Earth, but the fact of losing our mother-planet is terribly upsetting, to say the least.



Windrae. Can you hear me.
System processing. Processing. Complete.
Identification, Dr. Mara Jones. Human. Female. Heart rate, 78. Composure, content. Threat percentile, 0.7% --
Windrae.

Yes, doctor Jones.

~~~~Under Construction~~~~

This entry will be one that highlights Windrae's final procedure. Dr. Mara Jones, (self)assigned as a caretaker of the young blumaroos, doesn't observe the operation in process. Her limited observances result in a rather vague but still informative journal-log entry on the procedure. More importantly, she writes here her studies on Windrae's behavior after the final procedure-- one that concerns the natural brain..)
The story will then transition to one told through Winny's point-of-view, which will be found, eventually, in the Journey section of this page.)











The Files

Lab File, I.D.: T3S29b

Given Name: Windrae
Alias: Winny or Win
Species: Bionically-altered blumaroo
Birthplace: Earth Secun/Emorin
Gender: Female
Height: 4 feet
Age: approx. 16 years (age noted since last procedure)
Status: Test subject; 3rd Trials
Specialties: N/A

The following has been recorded for care-taking purposes
Likes: Mid-range to cold temperatures, soft fruits (plums, peaches, etc.).
Dislikes: Loud noises and excessive human handling.
Personality/Behavior: updating..

Further Profile
Description: Winny has three physical appearances after her final operation.
Stage 1; Un-cased. Although highly unlikely, Windrae can sometimes be seen with bare circuits. In this exposed form, her palette is mostly that of the gray of steel. Her face appears more as a machine here, as this form reveals her mechanics.
Her nose is a flexible tube of plated steel, leading up to a set of red-lit circular eyes. At her forehead, a clear rectangular surface of blue reveals a glimpse of her partially-engineered brain, as well as a few of the anatomies that further construct the architecture of her head. Her ears are steel as well; jointed at most points, allowing for complete articulation. They are plated with steel for the most part. Windrae's neck matches the construction of her nose; this time appearing as a narrow, plated cylinder (of a darker hue) that seems to drape around the collarbone. Her arms, legs, torso and tail are plated with shells of steel; with the exception of jointed areas and parts of her chest. Within the center of her chest, a large circle can be seen, from which a glowing light protrudes from. This light is her heart, her life support, from which nearly all of her energy is generated.
Even at this stage, her technologically-inspired organs are still hidden from view by a tough layer of circuitry.

Stage 2; Full-armor. Windrae can be seen more likely in this fashion. This phase is her personal favorite; allowing her to move about in a fully-armored form without the extra layer of skin, which she deems perishable and unnecessary.
Here, all signs of circuitry are encased in a full-body suit of steel; save for the glowing circle on her chest. Windrae's steel face is covered with a pale skin. This skin (which her technology is able to construct at will) is mostly white, with a few warm-pink traces at her extremities (such as the tip of her nose). Starting just between her steel, rabbit-like ears, a black fabric hood covers the back of her head and follows down her neck.

Stage 3; Life-form. Used more for disguise purposes or for whenever Windrae feels the need or desire to appear as an average blumaroo, this last phase is basically Windrae's form masked by a layer of pale skin. The glowing core at her chest shines through subtly (as do a few buttons along her forearms), but for the most part she looks like any other blumaroo. This is perhaps the closest she would be able to get to her appearance before the start of the bionics operations.

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The Planet


Our people have called it Earth Secun, the second earth; a planet of hope and shelter. The universe calls it Emorin (eh-more-een), the unpredictable planet.
In fact, the name Emorin itself has become more of a term in the last few centuries; a term used by the people belonging to the oldest of galaxies and applied by them to the vast quantities of planets that surround the inner sections of the universe.

The Emor-Ahndi
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Emorin
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Glossary of Life-forms
Alalalaa..
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Lalalala Lala lalala..





The Journey


The first journeys of dear Windrae..

The first journeys of dear Windrae..

The first journeys of dear Windrae..

The first journeys of dear Windrae..

The first journeys of dear Windrae..

The first journeys of dear Windrae..

The first journeys of dear Windrae..

The first journeys of dear Windrae..



Lots to be included here. Basically the story will change from the journal and scene narratives to a narrative told through Windrae.
After her final procedure, her brain is temporarily corrupted by the bionics that have replaced her organic self. These inorganics have been granted a mind of their own and, feeling superior to the organics (especially in this new atmosphere), decide that the humans are meant to perish. I'll explore this event deeper, of course, but what eventually happens is the bionics decide to infiltrate Windrae's mind and, having gained full control of her, escape the labs and run off into the foreign world. The escape leads to a chase that lasts several months; until the humans lose complete sight and track of the cyborg blumaroo.
It takes nearly a year or so for the effects of the last procedure to settle, and Windrae eventually gains control over her own mind and self again (with difficulty). Having been vaguely present in the past year, she has little idea of the events that took place, but she still has memory of the laboratory.
This marks yet another chapter in her life; one that involves her living free (and both conscious and in-control) in a world she had been built for.

The first journeys of dear Windrae..

The first journeys of dear Windrae..

The first journeys of dear Windrae..

The first journeys of dear Windrae..

The first journeys of dear Windrae..

The first journeys of dear Windrae..

The first journeys of dear Windrae..

The first journeys of dear Windrae..





The Lab
What's this?
It seems you've come across a room housing a variety of blumaroos. They raise their curious heads to look up at you, seemingly eager to see a human face. You wonder how long they've been stored here..

Welcome to Windrae's Adoptables. Standard rules apply, although I trust you enough not to have to list them all here. Adoptables listed under the Basics section are available for all to use. ^^ Please only use the custom-made ones if the name of the pet beneath it belongs to you. Theft is intolerable, and.. Windrae is rather good at tracking people down. Just a heads up.
Direct your neomails here if you have any blumaroo adoptable requests. Currently, requests are:
Open/Closed
Enjoy! ^^

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