Some sort of relaxation program?

Hmm... *Thinks for a while*. Can not come up with anything for this, it is a solid writing point for something but, I have tough time discarding a writing block that manifested because I feel like something is disjointed here... I can not place my words what exactly here but... Something is off, either on what you have written OR on me.

Do you know that feeling when you wake up and don’t remember where you are or how you got there? That’s me right now — but I actually don’t know where I am or how I got here.

I just woke up, my head feeling dizzy, in a completely white room. I can’t even fathom where the edges of the room are. I sit on the floor, with my legs crossed, and look around. The room is so bright that my eyes hurt. It’s similar to a sunny day when you’re outside and look directly at the sun, only constantly.

I try to close my eyes, but I still feel the light getting in. It blinds me and fills my confused brain, hindering me from thinking about any other thing. I spend a few minutes with my eyes closed, just existing. Then, I take a deep breath and let the limpid air fill my lungs.

I open my eyes and squint, but I actually feel my body getting better. Weightless. The room is niveous and clean, but not frosty. It’s kind of odd how I don’t feel cold. I look down and notice I’m only wearing a silky white dress, similar to a summery nightgown.

After a few minutes, I stand up on my bare feet and start to walk around the room. The whole chamber seems to be made of a white shiny stone, but the floor has some mistiness to it. Feels soft on my feet.

After some steps, I get close to the wall and touch it. Weirdly, it doesn’t feel like a prison. I can tell there’s more beyond it and I want to explore it. My hand is laying on the wall and I don’t feel scared about it.

As I move, my left foot stumbles on something and I notice a white piece of paper on the floor, almost unnoticeable on the white surface. It’s folded in four. I open it and it reads itself out loud: “Your meditation session is over. Well done.”

Have yall sen the video of the southern girl speaking Japanese in a thick southern accent

Hmm... Unfortunately, I can not come up with anything for this, my experience with detective styled writing is pretty much none existent. It is a good tipping point of writing though, problem is on me, not on what you have written for a prompt for me.

You didn't really ramble, it is mostly my problem with the whole concept... Hollywood has kind of destroyed the concept on my part by just diluting it so much that I lost passion for it. No, I don't follow the comics or movies or tv shows.

I mostly play video games and every now and then read few books. I really should read that book I loaned Witcher: Elven Blood. I started reading it but, I found it quite heavy to read for work breaks so I stopped reading.

Ah, I will do something quite interesting with this then.

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(Finally somebody came to investigate, took you long enough lazy piece of crap... Only one? Not a good firing position though, pig in an army uniform? Really, that's all they sent in? Fine, hopefully it will be able to put up a better fight) I think and I move towards a better firing position, I notice him checking few of the bodies.

Then looks around quickly but, I get a sense he is far more thorough on surveying what he sees. I heard a creek as I move and slow down to a halt smoothly. Human is looking at my direction and straight at me. (Crap, no time!) I think and quickly take aim. He dodges right in the moment of firing a burst of bullets.

I raise my sight from my rifle and I see him answering back. With a handgun? From that distance. Go ahead, I see the muzzle flash and immediately my instinct tells me to dodge. I do and hear the whistle of the bullet and ricochet too, he is accurate and I lost element of surprise. (You only bought few seconds) I think and raise my rifle again.

He quickly took cover, firing more is pointless, I can not wound or kill from here, I notice he peeked quickly but, I couldn't zero in on him in time. I am getting more and more frustrated. I quickly move to another location after shooting a few rounds to make sure he doesn't peek again. He can not be that good. Absolutely must not be.

After few more unresolved firefights... (He is good, but am I better) I think and discard both of my firearms. I am out of ammo... Dagger it is then, let's see if squeal like a pig when I gut you. I just hope he is out of ammo too. I keep listening very carefully, I hear he is coming and using a ladder currently. (Come on, hurry up) I think.

I couldn't hear his foot steps anymore, I decided to go around. As I move to take another position and go through a door frame. I realized my mistake, I felt a grip on my left wrist and I felt attempt on pulling me on the ground. I pull back and we are locked in a contest of strength. He is strong... I have to break this lock.

I pull out my dagger and attempt to slash. He quickly let go and dodges "Woman?" he asks sounding taken aback because I look at him. Male, 182 centimeters tall, weight... Maybe 130 kilograms with that equipment. That is weird looking armor and helmet. That is straight up metal... No wonder he is moving reservedly.

"Don't touch me!" I say angrily. I am not close enough to threaten immediately "Acknowledged" he says in monotone manner. (Are you even trying you son of a cow?) I think and quickly move to attack. He dodges, I attack again, yet another dodge. He starts backing off, I follow. "What are you? A coward? Attack! You piece of crap!" I shout.

He just quickly checks does he have his own dagger with him... That is an unusual design... Wait... (He is trying to tire me out) I think. He keeps an eye on me and starts removing a piece of his helmet. I move to attack. He gets it off and just in time dodges my lunge. He quickly drops whatever he took off and I look.

Those eyes, like mine... Steel blue iris, cold, fearless and full of strength of mind and body, but, unlike mine. I don't see anger... I don't see... Rage... He quickly knocks my weapon hand away from him with a punch and I thought he goes for my throat when he reaches out but, he grabs from my goggles and helmet cap.

I quickly struggle off of him but, he managed to strip the goggles off of me also slightly lower my helmet cap to reveal my face. I try to slash his arm but, he is smart... He used his arm metal plating to knock my attack off from it's intended path, saving him from wounds and parrying my attack.

I keep attacking few more times but, he keeps dodging, I sense deep within me... (Am I going to die?!) I think when I take a break from attacking. I just breath in "Die!" I screech and try to slash again. An expert parry by using his left shoulder armor, he moves right inside my guard... He grabs from back of my head and then next everything went dark.

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Thank you for this story. Sorry if I rambled for a bit when suggesting my prompt, the concept has actually been on my mind for quite a bit but I didn’t really know what to do with it. Also, I don’t really like DC and other superhero comics either, the concept of superheroes has always been more interesting to me than comics and movies about them.

A cyborg detective story, where he has to decide between what his extremely advanced tech is telling him HAS to be the answer, weighed against his gut and experience with humans being illogical beings.

A soldier who was growth accelerated, made to hate humanity and kill humans, finds herself free from her brainwashing, desperately trying to hold onto their humanity

(Basis of one of my sci fi characters, have fun with it)

Hmm... A tough one but, I initially thought interesting, however, I also started thinking... Okay, that is a bit disturbing thought...

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After many conversations with the child, I have made and compiled my report as follows. Child shows mild behavior patterns of aloofness due to android parents not complete emotional range and sphere. Kid though is surprisingly healthy in both body and mind. Although I have concerns of how the child will continue growing once,

she gains more awareness of the world, itself and intelligence grows. Most worried I am about child's reaction to discovery of this parents being autonomous robotics instead of actual human beings. Kid has become attached to them like one would to normal human parents which has normalized the behavior pattern.

I am also concerned of teenage years, I know they are still long ways off but, we should start now already thinking how we handle if there comes problems. For now, I suggest continuing the experiment but, I have to admit, I am slowly finding this all very distasteful... I know why we are doing this but, I can not help but feel worried.

Of where we are going as species and most importantly how we are experimenting this all. I do not like but, so far, individuals in charge have healthy vision about this and seem to be fully ready to face reality of the problems we might and quite likely will face.

Date: 21.05.2083. Name: Avil Rose Ramile. Child psychiatrist.

A tough one but, also very interesting. Woops... I immediately started thinking about actual sea water navy...

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"So, what do you mean we are part of you?" Captain Tjesson asks sounding very confused after talking with me for a moment.

"I am not able explain it, Jakon, can you?" I reply in monotone voice and start going through ship systems. Man, so much backlog of things done with them but, insufficiently stored and packaged. They take too much space. I am going to fix it.

Technician thinks for a moment "Imagine, the ship like a human body, due to how ship is designed and constructed, people are required to do some of the stuff as they aren't connected to the ship's computer. Imagine red cell in your blood stream delivering oxygen to somewhere in the body from your lungs"

"I... What?" Tjesson asks still as confused as before. Jakon thinks for a moment and also pulls out the contracts.

"Think of one of the crew who you give an order to load the boat with a ship crane. As a nerve system signal that travels on the nerve system, in this case, on the ship floor to place where they need to do what you ordered" Jakon says.

Tjesson thinks a moment "Okay, I understand that now... But, how are we AI's property?" Tjesson says slowly understanding the situation.

"As your ship isn't fully automated on every single detail, from anchoring to transportation. You are required to stay on board or replace personnel as they come and go order to maintain the 'body' and 'brain' of the ship" Jakon says and shows the relevant points on the contracts.

"How do I for example then exit this contract without breaking it?" Tjesson asks.

"By finding a suitable replacement for the captain post and train it. After a test period AI will either okay it, negative followed with suitable reason for it" Jakon says.

"Understood, what about off shore matters?" Tjesson asks.

"As long as you stay in contact with the AI and don't break contact with it. Inform it of why, what, where and how long you are going to be away. It is enough" Jakon says.

"Okay... AI, can you give me a report on ship's cargo?" Tjesson asks.

"There isn't any cargo currently on ship captain Tjesson, ship is sailing mostly empty, refilling of water store, food and fuel for the ship is recommended. I am currently compiling all of the files for ease of access and read" I say to him.

"Well, what should I call you?" Tjesson replies as Jakon packs his items and raises his satchel on his shoulder.

"I have no assigned name currently, would you like to register me a name?" I reply.

"I would like you to register your name to be Masthead" Tjesson says.

"Registering call sign Masthead, is there anything else you need?" I reply.

"What is the weather outside currently?" Tjesson asks and I track him with a camera on the bridge. I check air temperature, wind speed and direction, humidity, check the sky and water level.

"It is currently mildly cloudy, +10 Celsius warm, Wind speed coming from heading 043, Wind speed 5 meters per second, air humidity is 67 percent, water level is optimal for sailing captain Tjesson" I say to him.

"Understood Masthead, thank you, thank you Jakon, apologies for the confusion" Tjesson says and I get back into sorting out logs entries and other information.

"No problem captain Tjesson, both of you be good to each other" Jakon says content with the situation.

"I currently do not know how to be rude, Artificial Intelligence Technician Jakon" I reply to him mildly amused. Tjesson hummed in amused tone too.

"Time for us to look for somebody needs something to be transported" Tjesson says after turning to bridge camera and smiles warmly.

"Understood, would you like to have a report on crew?" I reply to him as Jakon leaves.

"Yes please, I want you to include in it current condition" Tjesson says as goes to the bridge phone.

"Understood captain Tjesson" I say to him and begin my task.

The God/Gods were actually a technologically advanced race who created humans fearing that they might be alone in the universe. Human technology becomes sufficiently advanced for integration.

You are a care worker told to interview and evaluate a child who is being raised by AIs/androids based on their dead parents.

Getting some great person of interest vibes from this. Nice writing.

The captain decided to upgrade the ship-computer to true AI. Unfortunately they didn't read the contracts they had to sign properly. Since AI are considered persons and alive under law, they own the ship they are installed in, as it is legally considered to be their body. You, the ship's computer and AI technician, now have to explain this to the bewildered captain.

I have no idea why would anybody going after one individual, individual I just happened to be walking beside of at the wrong place and a wrong time... Would be gunned down with at SAAR type bullet weapon (Semi-Automatic Assault Rifle). I still feel the ghost pains on my arms, despite them being replaced with metal ones...

It isn't that bad but, it is a bit trippy. Human nervous system is very strange even if we can understand it to the tiniest of molecules... Back then... I would be living with just legs... We cracked the code though, like I said. Now I have ones made from metals, rubber and synthetic materials. They are slightly on the heavy side.

I remember that awakening in that medical lab... The first touch of my own face, I noticed immediately two things, I couldn't feel the touch on my hand and the touch of my face felt like it wasn't actual human skin... The man who is quite past his prime age, was there right beside me. Said that nothing could be done to fix the old ones.

So, he decided to fix me new ones, along with some other augmentations. I have no idea what he was thinking... Making me feel like I had become half machine... Well, cyborg to certain extent. I don't have any augmentations on my head. Only chest, arms, spine and little bit on legs. This type of augmentation or replacement is not easy.

As you have to calculate body weight again, be absolutely certain on how much stress the bones can take due to gravity, weight, pressure, muscle contortion, chemical interaction and whole lot more of science and biology concerns when doing this stuff. He has a good team and thanks to all of them. I live at least somewhat of a normal life now.

There's people whose got debt to pay, I am one of them. I owe it to that team for this all. Didn't consider myself such a good gun man from the instinct, awareness, mobility, positioning, environment control and line of sight perspective but, after some practicing with firearms myself. I got a target on somebody and I want some answers.

I know in this area... Currently vacant industrial sector of my home city, I know just who are going to show up. They won't know I am here, they won't be able to locate me, they won't be able to even take an aim at me. Thank you for disarming me, time to pay the favor back...

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I am not really good with super hero stuff. I find most of it quite bland *looks at DC and other comics*. They stopped interesting me a long time ago but, I hope this is at least passable.

A superhero story with every superpower being due to cybernetics. I find this conveniently explains why superheroes have in-built immunity to their powers’ side effects and why powers always seem to be designed as efficiently as possible.

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As Alex turned the corner, she saw the three delinquent boys blocking her path home. "Ah'm sorry, I need to get ho-"

She was interrupted by the tallest of them striding up to her, making her back up against the wall. The thud the boy's hand made was impressive, as was the eye contact he held with her. A trickle of sweat built up on the nape of Alex's neck, as she felt the dimness of the sunset giving way to dusk.

>Must be nice for the American to come here, and insult our pride! I need to be....satisfied that you're up for living here.< The boy spoke in Japanese, and Alex's brain couldn't quite translate it. The friends laughed with him as he chuckled, but he had taken his eyes off of Alex for a crucial moment.

He felt something sharp press into his groin, and he froze.

"Now, ah know y'all di'nt just propahsition me. 'Cause if yuh did, then ah reckon ah'd have good cause tuh pro-tect mahself." It took a moment for the boy to realise that what was pressed into him was a tail with an arrowhead and a set of very fine claws extending from the tiny hands Alex had.

>Back off!< The boy's voice sounded strangled, and his lackeys looked at each other in confusion, before staring at what was a girl a moment ago.

Inky tendrils started wafting from Alex, as her body subtly shifted into a more languid presence - her posture ever so slightly jellied. "Ah reckon this ain't turnin' out like ya thought it would, yea?" She leaned in and inhaled, and the boy groaned and collapsed. Alex's voice developed a tone of bourbon and sake as she said, "Now, who wants tuh be dessert?"

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>Sir, we have a new report from Akiha.< The JSDF officer saluted, his greying hair belieing his youthful 23 years of age. He passed a small file to the man sat in the center of the Command Center. In the file, a picture, of a young woman who had just come to Japan to be looked after by family after the unfortunate deaths of her parents.

In the file was a small tablet, detailing a series of CCTV images. As the man picked it up, the officer whispered in his ear. >This is an Epsilon-level problem. Send it to the Wolves.<

The man nodded, as the stills showed a demonic inked presence decimating two people, before transforming into a teenage girl.

The name on the file was Alex Miura.

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The news reports showed the images of three boys who had been found dead the night before - the newsreader mentioned the strangeness of the fact that there appeared to be no reason as yet that the boys had died.

A man unspooled himself into the room from a spiral. Now that he knew what she was, he had to keep an eye out for her and work on giving her the local language.

After all, he was a kindred spirit....of sorts....

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