It's called Forgotten Nightmare, a kind of horror action with good dose of flashbacks, based on the X2 universe, it's a 2 part novel, I'm currently working on the second one, this novel uses my own ideas on tech weapons, Tri Chess and many other things (some ship concepts aswell) so there will be some fair differences when compared to other fan fictions
here is the first chapter tell me what you think and do you want me to post the rest
Forgotten Nightmare
Chapter 1 – Awake in an Endless Dream
My eyes started to open, a neuron-scanner buzzing to life with a screen showing 6 waveforms that displayed all my brain activity, there was some more equipment, hard to make out what though as my vision was somewhat blurred. Judging by the surroundings I must have been in a hospital. Although my vision was slightly blurred I did notice a red illuminated switch was blinking on and off on a neuron-scanner.
A fuzzy shape caught my eye, looks like a person in a white coat “You’re awake again?” the person commented. “Took you long enough, I’m Professor Donaldson.”
“Where am I? I asked, struggling to get off the hospital bed but I couldn’t move my body, just my left arm. I couldn’t feel any restraints. It was like I was glued to the bed “why can’t I move?”
“The motors in the joints in your body haven’t been activated, your eye-sight may be out of focus, we needed you to be awake to calibrate your vision,” explained the Professor. “You’ve been in a space station accident. You’re planet-side on Argon Prime in Medical Research Beta.”
The Professor pressed the illuminated switch and it settled to a constant green then held up an object, which was slightly longer than a data-pad and extended the entire length and breadth of his right hand. After he tapped on the device my vision started changing, a small text appeared at the bottom left corner of my sight in crisp clear writing against the background of my blurred vision, it read “Warning! Wireless access detected in bio eye.”
“Am I linked to your artificial eyes yet?” the Professor asked. “What? I’ve lost my eyes,” I snapped. The Professor continued by confirming, “yes, you have, didn’t you notice that your eyes aren’t moist and that words appear at the bottom of your view occasionally, please tell me if I’m linked to your eyes yet, I don’t want to change the wrong patients eyesight”
“Some sort of message appeared in front of me,” I told him, my eyesight started clearing, messages started scrolling along my vision “Internal Lenses Realigned, Default Zoom set, Distance projector online.” My vision was sharper and more detailed than any known person. The Professor had an ID tag on him, the standard picture and chip holding details like DOB, Retina ID, DNA structure. As I looked at his ID I realised that I didn’t remember anything about my past, where I live, my identity, the life I had. The Professor went over to a gleaming white trolley and picked up a few medical tools. It was more like a mechanics toolbox than a selection of medical implements tightening up my limbs, activating them. I felt limp and weak. I got up very slightly, and saw that my body was made of teledanium alloy and covered in grey spots each only 3mm big, Professor Donaldson took a pencil-like object and tapped on some of the grey dots. I felt each tap. “Did you feel that?” he asked, instead of answering I asked him, “Who am I? Why am I here? What the hell is happening to me?” The answers I wanted were never given, instead of the relief I thought I was going to get I was given the brutal horror of the station accident and how I survived.
You were on Argon Prime equipment dock. A docked corvette was carrying a load of hornets which self destructed inside the corvette ship creating a shockwave of destruction of nearly 10Km, the equipment docks shields were instantly down and most of the equipment dock was destroyed with over 10 Cargo Transport including a TL Argon Mammoth and dozens of fighter craft down, not even ejecting would have saved them. You only managed to survive as you were frozen somehow. You have brain damage and severe amnesia shown here on the neuron-scanner.
The Professor tapped the furthest right button on the neuron-scanner then went to the left wall where an Auto-doctor console was located beside the door he had entered from. The right wall had a worktop table complete with built-in sink extending the entire length of the room. Hanging on the same wall was a medical glove dispenser and left of that a mirror above the sink. The room was clean in every way, no lint round the taps, no cobwebs near the window, never-the-less, it felt constricting, like a prison, emotionless, not keeping me in but keeping everything out.
“You must have taken a sample of my DNA at some point, you must have found out who I am,” I queried, “it’s a standard procedure.”
“Of course we took a blood sample, unfortunately we have no records that match your DNA,” the Professor answered. “Your DNA has a lot of molecular damage, a possible cause could be that you some how being on Ice had changed your DNA structure, but the auto-doctors say it’s not logical, being a computer, they tend not to work well with the unexpected or new.”
“How about my retina?”
“Getting a retina ID from you is slightly out of the question, we have tried a dated, but still in use, method of finger print ID but that came up negative. I’m sorry.”
I am unknown by everyone, even by myself, my veins made of silicon and my organs of quantum tubes, even the secure ID database protected by metres of lead and kilometres of rock did not know me. Getting up, I went to the mirror to see myself, nearly bald from burns and an arm blackened by frostbite being healed by regenerators. My head was hollowed with teledanium eyes each containing pupils lit with three colours of red, green and blue. “Don’t worry about your appearance,” he said “your body will be covered in a varied skin-coloured silicon material and your eyes will be fitted with one-way contact lenses, the idea came from ancient goner technology.”
“Why are you helping me live if I have no known credits or reputation to offer?”
“You are in a research facility. You are my prize,” he told me with deep enthusiasm, (I only wish I could feel the same)
“So what you’re telling me is that I’m an experiment, a guinea pig!”
“There’s no Argon medical facility available which has stocks of synthetic torsos, never mind advanced bioeyes with wireless connectivity,” explained the Professor, trying hard to emphasise his achievements - it didn’t work. “It will be a few more Tazuras before amnesia treatment can begin, and then you’ll be able to remember your past.”
I staggered back to my bed, still getting used to my new limbs and torso, wanting to cry, to wake up from my situation, for it to be a dream, but despite my efforts, I could not cry.
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