Godclads

Chapter 17-1 A Sickness in the Bones

Chapter 17-1 A Sickness in the Bones

+Hey. I got a personal message for all you consangs striving and struggling at Lights End.

You know you guys have the highest suicide rate in New Vultun if we separate the Warrens across all its layers, right? Its rough out there, being so close to the light, but not really part of it.

Dont disconnect. Im not here to try to hurt you or anything but Ive always found all of you beautiful, you know?

Youre like moths. Moths to a flame.

I know how you feel. I know what its like to be taunted with perfection and glory beyond your reach while you live in its shadow. Its an affront to your own life. Who can bear it? Anyone whos felt your pain knows why you lose to that sirens call.

But fight it. You have to.

Listen to me. Just listen.

The Tiers Theyre not the utopias you think they are. Sure, you wont have to worry about Syndicates or gangs or wandering monsters dumped by the No-Dragons or left by the Low Masters, but your life stops being yours once you get owned by a Guild.

A sponsorship is just that. Being owned. If you cant say no to your master without suffering repercussions that break you, thats being owned. If you cant resist or fight back without being destroyed, thats being owned. If you cant live your own life and have to have monitors installed into the back of your mind to watch everything you do and correct your habits and scream at you from the inside of your mind every time you lose focus or want to do something other than what you father or mother or master tells you to for the glory of the fucking Guilds, thats! Being! Owned!

Sorry. Sorry for my outburst.

There are miracles of such immense power that you just find yourself unable to describe them. Unable to even understand whats happening to you. There are places of such joy and tastes filled with such pleasure that youll find yourself addicted for months. If any one of you is ever lucky enough to win a trip up into the Elysium, youll come back changed.

And those are the ones who will be irreparably broken.

A moth that has touched the flame but is banished back to the darkness thereafter, condemned to never burn in its lifetime, is owned.

Is a moth thats going to seek an end because it knows it knows there is a better life.

But it wont have it.

Well. Heres to me trying to save you from that dream today+

-Cala Marlowe, The FATELESS THOUGHTCAST

17-1

A Sickness in the Bones

+...Heres: Down to the Gutters new hit single, Guildless.+ Noise followed Cala Marlowes words, the sound of a guttural shout dragged on for far too long. Deeps riffs vibrated through the Nether, drowning the joy-den with music.

A shame only two people were present to hear it.

Bloodless bodies littered the ground in pieces, and a pond of blood trailed after a waifish figure, rising to coat the walls and windows to prevent herself from being killed by a sharpshooter from outside the bounds of the block.

Again.

Reaching into her jackets inner pocket, she produced a particular fang threaded through by a flesh-made necklace belonging to a local gangthe Exsanginators. They were an exclusively Sang outfit that decorated themselves around a theme of blood and wore the carcasses of modified nu-bats during their midnight raids.

It was because of them that Dice drained these bodies. It was to frame them that she left something of their signature.

Striding past overturned tables and discarded guns, Dice didnt draw the blood back into her until she was already out of the room and heading to the garbage disposal. She made her escape down where bodies and trash were thrown, her haemokinetic limbs digging into the metal as she slid down before additional reinforcements arrived.

If she unleashed the full potential of the god dwelling inside her, she could have destroyed this block. Killed almost everyone in it.

But that wasnt what the new master wanted her to do. No. The new master spoke to her in her dreams. Gave her choices and targets of opportunitypeople like the ones that killed her old master and captured her. Sold her.

Syndicates, they were called. Syndicates and gangers. They were like the once-men of the wilds. Misshapen effigies of humanity in body and mind, knowing only harm and predation.

The only difference was the once-men of this city had a preference for chrome, and madness came more from the curving halos around their heads than the vileness of their deeds.

The group she attacked today was called the Silver Tongues. They belonged to a larger enclaveor something of the naturecalled Ashthrone. One them managed to hit her during the ambush earlier, and she felt the shot spill over into her Hell without wounding her person.

He died without leaving a body when she vented his waste back into him.

Flipping past the edge of the chute and encasing herself in an armor made from her own blood, she avoided the incinerator and made her way back toward the place where she carved a hole into the building. Pulling the hood of her jacket over her head, she clicked a button on its wrist and immediately a shroud of light sparked over her, masking her figure with the look of a skeletal figure cloaked in darkness.

She got this jacket from one of her kills too. The only one that really fit her size. The other girl didnt even see her death coming. One second she was sneering at Dice, pointing to a new shiny piece of metal poking out from along her spine, the next her insides were pouring out from her body, her flesh shredded by blades grown in her very veins.

That kill was a memorable one; a moment that spurred her to practice more with her new abilities.

Stepping out into the midday light, a smoking aero tumbled down past the reach of her sight, passing the edge of the ringed streets fused along the side of the block as a hailstorm of gunfire followed it to an explosive crescendo. Actual people walked the streets clustered in protective Wightsthe cheaply reanimated corpses offering little more than cloth against the weapons of this city.

People liked to lie to themselves here. They wore these lies in the light-emitting clothing they dressed in, in the substances that deluded their minds, in music that clawed at the edges of their thoughts, at even the fakeness fo the sun that shone above.

Dice turned and disappeared into the crowd, the smallness of her figure allowing her to slip between the crowds as she began her wandering.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw itevidence of her master. The only other person in the room. A single fissure of blood spread along plascrete walls of the block, trailing behind her. Between the cracks, the embers of an ethereal fire burned for a moment, then faded entirely, the blood likewise leaking down a moment thereafter.

The master was here. The master just left.

Turning away, Dice considered what other deeds she could do today to please the master. They had promised her more power after last night. Perhaps she would get something greater if she showed more initiative, just like how her last master rewarded her with a nice chicken leg instead of the usual grubs when she hurt one of the other kids enough in a fight.

***

New Vultun was a city of peeking eyes.

From beyond the threshold of the atmosphere to the heights of the Tiers and down into the brutalist ravines running between every block in the Warrens, someone was watching, someone was waiting, someone was working some angle for some gain.

In this regard, Avo was very much just another citizen of the city, living and acting as his fellows did.

Unlike them, however, he moved without the limitation of needing a body, the hints of his presence could only be seen as a traveling inferno made up of burning ghosts. Where most traveled via aerovec or using what few G-tube stations were still operational, he was growing his own system of transit using the very infrastructure of the Warrens.

Infusing his ego into a single thread of blood, he spread to create his hidden empire. His haemokinetic circuits flourished when nursed by matterand there was so much matter in New Vultun. If the city was a slavering beast, he was a parasite slowly eating away at it from within, rising from and across the gutters, the Spine, and the Throat. Lights End remained a distant prospect as of yet as he focused on solidifying his foundations.

It wouldnt do for his subterfuge to be discovered and his flame to be extinguished before it could fully set New Vultun ablaze.

Dice had done well today. With any fortune, the Exanguinators and Silver Tongues would soon be at war, diverting their resources and creating the opening Cas needed to extract his trapped asset.

Supposedly, the street squire he was trying to save had dealings with members of Ori-Thaum. Potential contacts to get in close.

Any angle was worth trying now after Avosattempts at re-entry failed.

The Silvers, for all savaging they suffered at Oversec-C1 and the Travesty at the Trident, were not slow to adapt.

Within the span of days, they completely altered their functional landscape in the Netherprotocols engaging across their lobbies and spaces placing them on war footing. Sessions across the Guild were changed. Broad-scale use of proxies went into effect. Thoughtscans went from routine to constant. And Incubi hunter-killers nulled a hollow wound into the Nether.

For the all the mem-data Avo claimed and the names, faces, and FATE Skein information he had of the people who participated in the ruination of Kae Kusandes life, he now found himself facing the very simple problem of how he was going to re-enter the Ori-Thaum space without being discovered.

So, while they schemed, and between endless matters to master and countless choices to make, Avo picked up a new pastime all his own: circulating himself through the veins he cultured into the city and studying the people he was supposedly created to kill.

After two months of dying, fighting, killing, scheming, fleeing, and strategizing, after unraveling mystery after mystery, embroiling himself in conspiracy layered with conspiracy, Avo found only disquiet in the calm. Watching the daily lives of those who survived in the Warrens disturbed him.

Did the Syndicate actuary speeding across the skylanes in his new aero know that a group of near-feral refugee juveniles was fighting a personal war in the darkness of the gutters alleyways using equipment salvaged from his organization to catch and sell ghouls for imps? Did the part-time mother and full-time vicarity star watching her nanny-mech rock her newly vat-birthed infant know that her neighbor was getting his throat slit past the soundproof walls next door for unpaid debts? Did the neighborhood children of Ox-Two back in Xin Yunsha know that Old Mama Zhu bred more than cicadas in her garden?

So many little lives danced and moved to their own rhythms, doing their best not to notice each other, blind to the rot that surrounded them.

And the monster that watched them through hair-thin threads of blood.

Looking down from above, Avo found himself fascinated with the New Vultunites, high and low. He thought if he could massacre them in one fell swoop and squeeze the marrow of faith from their deaths, then the only Heaven that would sprout from the fires of his Soul would be that of delusion. Or blinds.

New Vultun was a city of eyes. But it also had a lot of practice pretending to be ignorant.

Perhaps the human mind could only take so much.

[Fuck,] Abrel muttered, growing increasingly morose with each passing day, her voice conveying the full weight of defeat weighing down on her shoulders.

+Whats wrong now?+ Avo asked, studying the acceleration of a bioform ducking and dodging a thought-seeking missile over the skies of the Spine. The creature was a chimera between woman, sparrow, and serpent, with green scales coating its body, two heads stacked over each other, eight arms, no legs, and twelve blurring wings. It dove and rose through city streets as it ducked into an open aero hanger a second before the ordiance caught up.

The blast plumed out from inside the block as debris sprayed free from the entrance people passed to park their aeros.

Outside, the skylanes moved as normal, ignoring the havoc.

[Godsdammit,] Abrel hissed again, glaring at the scene before them. [That. Just that. How is anyone supposed to survive down here? These conditions are random. Unfairwasteful. Ive seen no less than three people that should have been recruited into the Regulars die because their consang was too drugged out to shoot straight and got them all shredded by a nu-dog. Its just so wasteful. These people could have been]

She didnt say worthy. The admission would have hit her like a trauma-pattern. Abrel, template or original, was much the same as the little FATELESS below. Same as most other Guilders and Godclads, really.

There were truths that damaged to your sense of self to see.

There were words that disemboweled your heart when spoken.

There were parts of reality so unappealing that Idheim created gods to alter its design.

[Warrens are the Warrens, juv,] Corner said, speaking softer to Abrel than he ever did. [There was a saying on my block when I was growing up: two people choose if we live our die; us, then the city. I say live. I say live until you die. The games here. Might as well play it.]

As the wailing sirens of a volunteer fire brigade filled the Nether, Avos consciousness pulsed as another mind synchronized with his. As he opened his session and foreign ghosts entered only to be set aflame, he found his simulation of Chambers and the original overlapping again. [Hey, Avo! We got a hit. Come back.]

The half-strand sounded excited, but then again, when wasnt he excited?

Taking a final look at the neon skylanes layered over the ponderous blocks of alloy and plascrete spilling as far his eyes could see, Avo poured the totality of his ego into Chambers body. Knitting himself to his new sheathe, his senses and motor functions restarted.

He was back in the Manta cocooned in protective smart matter, staring at his uninhabited body sagging against the softness of the ships interior. Casting himself back into his original sheathe, he killed Chambers just as he left and settled back into himself.

Opened and closing his claws, he felt prickling static run down his digits. There were certain flaws to having a body. Too many feelings. Too much that was capable of distracting him. But without his Celerostylus and the Neurodeck, he was effectively a diminished version of his full potential.

Free moving though his consciousness was, aspects still lingered beyond the confines of his mind and Frames grasp. Calvino wasnt truly part of him, and being severed from his flesh meant being without the Meldskin or Aegis support. He had soaked in enough of the city. Now, he needed to return to the task at hand.

{Hows our girl doing?} Draus asked via ansible, her virtual avatar manifesting in the corner of his cog-feed.

She was one step away from being on the ship and eight thousand kilometers distant at the same time. His DeepNav placed her within Layer Two itself, just above Mazzas Junction. That was promising. That meant she had something.

{How did you know I was back?}

{Chambers vitals went dead and yours started up again. You really should get to using the armor more. Get used to its full functionality.}

He grunted. {Sure. Soon. Chambers said you found something.}

{Yeah,} she said. {I just mightve.}

Pairing her visual feed with his Neurodeck, he saw her standing on the rim of a glass portal looking down at maintenance drones darting to and about the industrial jungle outside. Magnifying her vision a hundred times over, she marked a particularly large drone carrier with red vertices but said nothing.

Several seconds later, the cluster of drones dotting the pore-shaped ports on its side rose into the air as a swarm. All except one. The wayward drone, rimmed four faint signatures of accretion departed Layer Two with its estimated trajectory headed for Mazzas Junction, and then

Something slipped from his mind. What was he staring at again? He could recall why he was looking at that space

Incog, he realized. There was something there that triggered an Incog.

{Now,} Draus said. {I reckon your minds feelin just as slippery as mine is, and if so, I think we just mightve made contact with a Glaive cell or a group of elite squires. Whatever the case, we got ourselves somethin to investigate.}

That was worth cutting his sightseeing short. {How did you find them?}

{Voidwatch pinged a bit of anomalous data coming from one of their drone carriers after Chambers heard a little this and that from conspiracy boards in some Nether lobby called the Snakes Pit. Might wanna check his mind for more mem-cons.}

{Already did. His old ones ate the new ones.}

{Fuck me.}

{Yeah.}

{Hows Dice?}

{Very productive. Hit another three places for me today. Might do another. Going to feed her some more thaums later. Get her up a Sphere. New canons. Seems unshaken by the city. Just acts. Operates. Does it just because I tell her to.}

Draus laughed. {Shit, Id scout her for the Regs if I was still with the Golds. Shed be star recruit material.}

{Better than you?}

{Hells no. Shes a scrawny little thing. I wouldve eaten her for breakfast and asked for seconds. Alright. Enough banter. You comin over and plannin this run with me or what? See if what we got in our nets a couple of Glaives or somethin less?}

{Yeah,} Avo said. {Open the passage. Call Kae. Chambers just resurrected. Lets do this.}