LOTUS Part One: A Space Colony RP

"Around X00 years. Do you often remember your dreams?"

Anthea waved at a draxan technician to run the Dream Inducer again. It wouldn't put the subject into a trace, but it'd give some subconscious imagery to what she was saying.

"Around the year 20XX, you were abducted from Earth. It is now 2XXX, Earth time. The Earth was rendered uninhabitable in a thermonuclear World War, but the Draxans, my friends here, rescued a small part of the population. Humans now live in a space colony, in coexistence with this Draxan ship The Fantasia.

You were abducted by a group of rouge Draxans. They used your body to house an experimental superweapon called a LOTUS. You will feel different, think differently, maybe even feel empowered. But I assure you that there is nothing to panic about. You were frozen for the past few centuries because the rouges called the experiment a failure. They couldn't control you. You were concealed because they couldn't remove your humanity. You are still you, no matter what you can do and what you look like. Do you remember your name?"

She spoke with an air of authority, more as to show the draxans in the room and the Captain watching over everything how to not end up with a loose canon superweapon aboard their ship. She knew that this LOTUS had a different...state of mind.

"Sutter. Ronald Sutter. We remember tests." He states, then his eyes harden and darken. "They underestimated us." he states with a foreboding tone. "Why you conceal you? We see light mask." He queries reverting to the confused pitiable tone and look.

"Fault for what?" Manhattan asked.

(So that's her form. Wish we had been able to retain the data we absorbed from the test terminal. I think we saw a research file with subject resembling her.) he thinks to himself. "Better. Still hungry. Can we have more?" He says with a hint of a smile.

"Yes she will do," a mysterious man said. "Why me? I am just a normal person," Brooke tried asking in vain. "Shh you may be normal now but after we are done with you oh the many things we cwqn use you for," the man? said with a sick laughter. "Noooooooo," Brooke screamed.

Then she opened her eyes and noticed she was in her pod. "That dream again," Brooke said as she looked down at her mechanical parts. "It still haunts me to this day what those bastards did too me," Brooke said leaving her pod. "I guess I should get started," Brooke said getting her hologram projector ready. "I wonder where that lazy bum Phil is he knows we have to get ready for work, boss doesn't like it when we are late," Brooke said waiting for her partner to appear.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Kyrie rolls her eyes as she lies back down.
Go figure, being frozen doesn't make people seem any less wretched.

"Once again, rude." Manhattan spoke in a low tone as he walked away. "You speak as though you are better than others."

After snarfing the cooky he stood up. "Thank you. We can walk. Where will we go?" He said sheepishly. (I don't know about the crystal guys but I think the lady can see through my ruse. Better be cautious.) he thinks to himself.

Brooke would soon smell the scent of vapor. Sitting right next to her was a robo monkey. He looked very much like the monkeys of old earth, barely able to detect that he was a robot. He had one eye that was wider than the other, acting like some sort of telescope. Right between his lips was a cigar. If anyone paid close attention, they would see small electric shops from the vapor that blew forth.

"Hey, hey, hey Brookey. We got a job for da boss. You don't wanna be late eh? I suggest you get up, and start moving those legs of yours." Phil said, climbing off the back of the pod. He crawled overhead of the pod, looking at her. "Someone had a bad dream. Nearly knocked me off the pod!" He grumbled.