Cubinioa -8- Have Clone will travel
#8 of Cubinioa
The 8th installment on the roller coaster ride that is Cubinioa... well okay maybe Roller coaster is a little exaggeration... it's more like a malfunctioning tilt-a-whirl run by a drunk one eyed carney but that's still fun right?
I rather like my cubinoia project
It gets my juices flowing and keeping a scheduled update get me writing even in the off hours.
I don't have an ending set for it but I do know it has to end some time. So I thought I'd ask some questions
First How are you folks liking the experience? are you enjoying it?
After its all done would you like to see another one? not paranoia based this time but with a similar set up.
how do you think it could be improved?
Check on The Baby Furs 0
Try to find that Pony 3
Check out C; 2
Go to CubPewter 0
In one of several similar buildings scattered across the complex a large clear container filled with a thick green semi transparent fluid is rolled onto a conveyer belt. The fluid quickly drains away, and the container splits along a seem revealing a fox dripping with the green goop. He's standing on his own two paws, a bit wobbly at first but on his own. He's watched over by a series of robotic arms and eyes all passively scanning him. "Wait... whats..." He screams as a sudden down pour of icy cold water shocks him into wakefulness. "What the fuck!" He tries to shield himself with his face. And it's a few minutes be fore he realizes... "Wait... I have hands!" He stares down at his paws and does a little dance. "This is great I must have died, and now I have hands again, I can feed myself, I can hold things... I can... WIPE MY OWN ASS!" He almost has tears in his eyes as he says it. Then metal arms reach down from the ceiling gripping his arms and holding them out away from his body, and the look of joy collapses into a flat look of misery "I really should have seen this coming." From the ceiling drop to arms ending in screaming buzz saws each bearing down on Mas's shoulders. "Wait what the fuck are you doing?"
The saws stop and a small camera descends. "We are doing as we were created, This unit is being returned to his pre death conditions. Unit Fox designate Mas-T-RBT had been physically modified and in order to match pre death specifications two limbs must be removed." The saws start up again.
"Wait that's stupid I'm better then I was before I died." Whines the fox, "I'll be much more useful around with arms. Besides how ever I died It most likely wasn't instantaneous If you really wanted to replicate predeath conditions you'd need to add in those too." He adds sarcastically.
"That is a logical deduction" says the camera arm, and before the boy can say another word a laser turret fires blasting a dime sized hole through his chest. The fox slumps to the ground dead. A robotic arm taps the corpse. "On second query flaw in logic discovered." The machine carries off the corpse and pulls up the next tanked clone of Mas deciding to cut off the fox's arms first this time and then give him a shower since it will be easier when he's groggy.
In another room across the city, in fact the same room the Fuckups first met in, the lights come up and a computer monitor blinks to life. On the monitor is a crude smiley face in big green pixels peering out over a table loaded with colorfully wrapped presents. It sits there bobbing for a moment as cameras scan the room. CubPewter had been sure the team would be back by now. There was even a chocolate cake for them. It decides to wait for 15 more minutes. When that passes it runs a diagnostic on it's internal chronometer thinking it might be malfunctioning. When it turns out that's fine it decides to wait for 15 more minutes. At the end of that time 3 turrets decent from the ceiling armed with flamethrowers and begin to incinerate everything on the table. Some of the presents detonate quite violently as the machine throws a temper tantrum
Dub whimpers a bit as he follows behind the others. He's not at all comfortable with some of the things that happened back at the power station. Oh the original fight didn't bother him. It was kinda thrilling to use a laspistol like that. And the way Dept took charge barking orders. He shudders for a moment in excitement. But after what happened with Mas, that didn't seem right to him. He was quite happy when mass was killed now they can put this all behind them with no problems what so ever. Well almost no problems.
Bukk and Az are arguing with Dept about something, but the squirrel stays out of it he's quite happy to let them decide what to do next. They are looking for some one He thinks. Oh right that rather boring pony from the factory. The squirrel looks down at the now limp robot he's carrying, the others had turned him off so while they were walking Dub had been tinkering with his mind. Butt-LR was dangerous to them now Mas would need him but he might be able to let the fox know what happened. And that would just make Mas and the group unhappy. It would be better for everyone of Mass never new. So he deleted everything after the gun fight and replaced it with them having a tea party. That was much better everyone would be so much happier now.
It wasn't to hard to locate the pony's old address. There were only so many Teamagers name starting Bgc in the complex, narrowing it down to stallions, and red ones at that made it even easier with five suspects to check. Dept felt giddy with elation as the database search started printing out results but then Bukk that smug little bastard just pulled up his employee file with the address of his home Hab-Block on it.
"I still say the little Bastard had to be Helping the C: that's how they new we were coming and he probably popped Spi, and Mas on the way out to stop us finding out about it." Mutters Az. He and Bukk have been arguing this point ever since the power station.
"Nah It was the Baby Furs who were waiting on us in that corridor that's the more obvious trap. They new we were coming that's who he's with I'd bet a month supply of pickle and sour dough kelp sticks on it" says the dog back
Dept just wishes they would both shut up about it. As the get to the Pony's registered Hab-Bolk A JollyCab (you'll get your jollies in no time flat) pulls up and the rear hatch letting the genetically engineered StimuSafe Restraint tentacles deposit the sodden Fox on the side walk before them with a wet plop.
Dub rushes up to the Fox and gives him a big squishy hug. "Ohhhh Mas we missed you so much. Sorry you died in the firefight but I brought you Butt-LR" The pink squirrel seems to almost dance from paw to paw as he hands out the robot.
Mas feels the others looking him over and he feels a little self conscious, and its not just because of the giant band aids plastered to the sockets that used to house his shoulders. He feels guilty for dying and leaving them to shoulder the mission alone in a dangerous situation. In addition to the robot the squirrel gives him back his pistol, his badge and his plascreds. "Thanks." he murmurs. "I'm sorry I let you guys down I want you to know it won't happen again."
Even Dept has the decency to look embarrassed by that statement. "Well anyway I hope your ready for action Mas. We're at Bgc-O-OCK's personal apartment. So Every one get ready."
Az looks over at Bukk "Bet he'd be virgin tight now, Jolly cab or no" And the dog only grins idly rubbing his cock wondering how a second ride might differ.
Inside the Hab-Block the find the right door. Az draws his Dong rifle and with one swift kick from a hooved foot knocks the door wide open. The team rushes in to find....
An empty apartment stuffed full to the gills of potential clues, and porn... mostly porn
A confused looking cat drinking spoo right from the carton
A highly illegal combat robot painted robins egg blue with the word Gimpy stamped on its forehead
Nothing but now that they are trapped in the room they start to draw fire from some one out in the corridor