beg

It was not failure unless he had tried everything under his power and resources to do, and here, waiting, he now sees that all options have been exhausted. Even with six intracranial implants. Even with chipware slot expansions with processors that could simulate what had been lost to some degree. It was like grasping at straws. It was like catching snowflakes. Every close grasp found the same end. Emptiness. There was nothing there from the patient that would be able to reclaim what had been lost. In the early morning, by their bedside, listening to the rhythmic beeps, he stands to run one last attempt. Pull the stabilization and ventilators. Hope for a breath. Test the neural activity. The timing is automated. The report comes within seconds before the machines click back on and take over again. Brain death confirmed. Physiologic and legal/corporate definitions of death filed with slightly different milliseconds of difference.

There is no one here except him, and a passing nurse. No one by the bedside. No one came. No one on the emergency contacts even attempted a call back.

He would have kept the machines going, even against corporate policy, if there had.

He sinks into his chair by the bedside, allowing himself 10 seconds of humanity.

Marcos has started a new game with the following players:
Marcos

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 2 1 7 4 6 9 7 4 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " m a r c o s " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " m a r c o s " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 2 1 7 4 6 9 7 4 }

plead

yearn

"Why? SOI proper is a chat and, well, let's be honest, sex site. And there are other aspects to it. There's the BDSM part of it. There's the aspect of it where you can move from room to room quickly and easily, or even be in more than one room at a time. Or watch other rooms while hanging out in a particular room."

Nods.

"I don't do those things, but some people might."

Smiles.

"The possibilities are endless, my dear. I'm a freakin robot and I'm walkin around this place."

Nods lots.

I need to make her an HP.

*peeks in for a moment, grabbing a coffee from Bruce with a smile and thanks, seeing I missed Pan, Toren and Roselle last night again...

I drifted off really early... Will try to do better tonight*

looks in for a few

No, i'm not around these rooms, mainly private play
or in role play realms. Im a bit intimidated to be
honest.

Brushes the links with my fingertips
Thank you, its very special.

"Blue eyes and dark hair."

Takes a moment and sips her coffee.

"So...are you new around SOI? I feel like I've seen you before somewhere."

Nods.

There is only so much neuralware a person could have implanted before they would be considered gone. When the prefrontal cortex has taken as much damage as it had, the spine and brainstem, the bleeds and clots. Doses of nanosurgeons were only delaying the inevitable. They could not recreate what had been lost. No machine could bring back a natural breath, or a personality, or the hope of language. Not from something like this. So he waited. He let the nanosurgeons work, he let the modules and implants he had set himself in there, work. He hoped for a miracle. But neuroplasticity isn't magic. Certain things do not regrow, and no matter how many nanosurgeons attempt to guide or facilitate, the underlying biological processes remain. The rest of the brain matter could not pick up the slack. They could not reroute, or replace with machine, enough. Advanced electroencephalographs readouts, impressive nanoware internal imaging reports, AI guided algorithms for potential repairs, all came back the same. This person would never open their eyes and be the same again. This person would never even open their eyes unless a machine created the stimulus and governed the reflex.

Uh huh.
Nice necklace.
winks

dark blues turn to you...smiling,
blushing a little
thank you.

feels the pat and turns, seeing you

Hi Doc, its nice to see you. grins

try in here

"Especially when I'm excited."

Smiles and blushes a little.

"I really like your look. It's very sexy and classy."

Nods lots.

What’s wrong with Strongbow?
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