Do I have any better idea about the functions of the drugs you listed? The names sound like sci-fi cognates of drugs Jeffrey thinks he would recognize, in a hazy sort of way, but that could be very misleading.
Firstly, the drugs aren't for you. They are for humans. Secondly, I will tell you before we start Friday what each one does, since I forget them right now. [These turned out to be hallucinogens, barbituates, and sedatives.]
Do I possess climbing skills or is the apparent climbing accessories I possess for the purposes of compensating for the fact I lack those skills?
You do possess climbing skills. You possess joints that don't articulate like other peoples, like being double jointed and also having the joints be mostly cartilage You have a contortionist ability that would make the Cirque du Soleil blush. If you wanted to join it. You have no fear of heights, your coordination is simply breathtaking. Hi-gravity sucks though.Do I have any idea why I don't have a plug?The gloves work with the boots -- some kind of micro-aware cilia sheathing which can adhere to nearly anything. It is like how moss grows on rocks, only faster, and on more surfaces than just granite or hullmetal.
These people who all smell wrong -- different.
Corymbic Implants are a surgical modification. Your body has a rejection spectra that is huge. If something gets stuck into your skin (splinter, bullet, subdermal watch) it simply gets spit out. You don't scar, you don't take to tattoos, and you simply metabolize poisons, drugs or whatever -- addicts make you feel their addiction if you pay attention to them, you can feel other people's sensations if you concentrate on them.You know that your brains are healing from some recent trauma, after some hours you will feel whole and that your name is Kai.
Cortical Grenade. A silver flash that went through you and into your spine and everywhere, sleeting dull lead feelings that wiped your memories, your coordination, your everything.
One must have gotten by the other T1000MK1. That one was out in the... ship. It was fighting? Yes it was killing as only one of those machines can, down on the other level? But you gotten the sieve loose, and had opened up the compartment and let the other team members in and suddenly the Greys were there and Michael triggered the Transponder or the Transponder triggered itself when that awful flash happened.
Millie.
Millie is the Centurion. Was the Centurion. She... snagged the grenade when it caromed off the bulkhead. The MK2 was very messily killing the poor Grey over by the Tachyon Generator, yes. She grabbed the grenade and cuddled it against her armor and you felt her fear and despair and then worse, you felt her and the Grey die as it detonated. That hurt.
Cortical Bombs hurt people, they wound empaths, they kill telepaths. Those Greys were desperate. This sieve is important. They were willing to make a Banzai attack to stop you from getting away from the place.
That was a Grey that the T1000MK2 shot back at the Club.
There was a brief feeling of being ripped into bits when it shot the Grey with the tribarrel. Before that the distant pain of someone dying of a burst heart and broken neck. Your head was swathed in woolly static, your stomach hurt, so they were distant sparks then.
Now you feel better. Situation is all blue now. Even with all the lights out and everyone resting (except for the T1000MK2 which stands loosely where it can watch the door and the windows) you feel fine.
You don't really sleep, more like sit down once in a while. The soap in the bathroom (both the shaving cream and the shampoo) is excellent, although the little oval bar of OLAY wasn't as tasty. Maybe the little dispenser of liquid hair conditioner will be better.
You need to eat after healing folks. Long chain molecules are good, soap is good, complex organics and inorganics are good.
You look into the scratched mirror, your reflection looks back, ears flexing in recognition.
Kai-BZ-10Troy. Your name is Kai-BZ-10Troy.
Also referred to as simply Kai.
You are a clone.