2012 -
"What Erodyne presents to you today are the CENTs." Erin gestured offstage and tech-enhanced men and women marched to either side of her. "Cybernetically-Enhanced Networked Troopers, the pinnacle of human collaboration redefined with our patented Psytech, the latest in servos and waldos utilizing exemplars of our human species!" She raised her fist and basked in the applause. "Here's footage of them in action." 1/x
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Devember 2018 -
Bones complained as new muscles stretched and strained against the Hive Queen.
Erin, now Tisiphone, cursed her team for engineering this mindless beast and her damnable brood to validate her superhero status.
Too many legs.
Too many eyes.
Too strong.
For days the Hive wreaked havoc across Portland, thousands killed, and Tisiphone grapped the Queen alone.
With a twist, a segment come loose. She released her breath and tore it from the socket.
Victory was possible. 2/x
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April 2021 -
"Miss Yescombe, during the Battle of PDX 17,291 people were killed." Senator Kirkson read from her notes. "According to footage, a significant portion were your victims."
Squeezed into a business suit, Erin awaited the question.
"Do you have a defense for your actions?"
Eyes stared at the mic, not the committee nor the cameras. "I did what needed to be done for the greater good." Erin sniffed, "A few eggs were broken, but more would have if the Hive had succeeded." 3/x
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May 2021 -
It's one thing facing off against an engineered alien horde.
Memes, on the other hand, took no quarter.
Egg covered her custom Alfa Romeo.
Within her gated community Erin's front door was splattered with yolk and shell.
She pulled strings to force an egg shortage, yet word of her scheme wound its way to the media.
An evening later she watched the news and her heart splashdowned in her gut.
The committee reconvened with Dr. Victor Adler in the hotseat.
The architect of PDX. 4/x
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Surrounded by an angry mob, Tisiphone used her Sonic Scorcher to clear a path to her Gulfstream.
Adler spilled all the beans on her complicity to save his hide.
How the Hive were genegineered chimeras of horseshoe crabs and chimpanzees.
How her ego demanded a heroic moment.
A phalanx of CENTs eventually fell to her might.
Now her boots squelched over melted human corpses as she crossed the airfield.
Up ahead she found The Stoner waiting by her vandalized private jet.
"Fuck." 5/x
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2017 -
"Capital punishment is barbaric" Erin paced the TEDx stage. "This is the 21st century where we manage justice humanely and equitably." She spread her hands as lights shone brighter. "But where do we keep and rehabilitate our Doctor Colossuses? The Agent Umbras?"
A slide flashed behind her of a featureless building somewhere on a prairie.
"The #Cube!" Erin waited for the gasps to subside. "Earth's only Ultramax facility designed for metahumans." 6/x
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2027 -
Tisiphone hadn't seen the sun in years, but her skin remained bronze and physique toned despite enjoying a mere hour of recreation a day.
Her cell's location in The Cube was 9×5×6 putting her deep at its heart.
CENTs chaperoned her few visitors, always lawyers, and the irony was not lost.
Now her defense counsel were pro bono nobodies instead of legal superstars.
The door's slot slammed and a tray slid through.
Erin sighed.
Scrambled eggs again. 7/7
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@tobadzistsini Poetic justice.
@stevendbrewer It all came to me this afternoon while driving to the supermarket