Re: Deus Ex: Katawa Revolution (Part 4 Posted)
Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 6:34 pm
Part 5/6
School is over, thank God, and I make my way towards the dormitory, avoiding anyone else as best I can. Seems to be the last few days I've been nothing but trouble to all my friends. I consider dropping the subject of augmentation and telling Mutou I don't have an opinion on it either way. That comes off as being a weak excuse though and I'd hate to disappoint him, but I just don't know how I should approach the subject anymore.
Just a few days ago I would have wanted to be augmented at the drop of a hat. Now, I'm not so sure.
If I was augmented, how would people see me? Would they judge me based on my augments and not on the kind of person I really was? Would they only see the machine parts and not the true me? At that point, what would the true me be; flesh or machine?
Being judged because of the augments you have seems to be just as bad as being judged or pitied because you're blind, or you're missing limbs or you can't hear.
Or because you've got a bad heart.
If I was augmented, would people treat me differently? Would Lilly be my friend if I had augmentation, would Hanako be afraid of me, would Emi think I was taking the easy way out of my problems or would Rin think I was creepy? Would Shizune treat me better just because I was augmented?
I don't want to be regarded as anything except who I really am. Would augmentation change that? Make me into a different person?
Rin's words come back to me. Would it really even be my heart? Or would I be totally heartless, running on nothing but a cold, indifferent engine?
Where would I end and the augments begin? Would I end up like Nurse, finding a healthy balance between the two, or like Shizune's Father, lost within the machine? What's the difference between that and being hooked up to a heart monitor the rest of my life? It may be smaller, but it would still be a tether to my condition, reminding me every day of my shortcomings.
Would I be able to look myself in the mirror every day and see plates of steel and plastic riveted to my chest, reminding me of the heart that was no longer there? I don't even like to think about it now or look at my pills. To see the obvious reminder every day and for other people to see it as well...I don't know how I would handle that.
I arrive at the dorms, evening beginning to wane. The common room is empty and I'm glad for it.
When I reach the hall, though, I'm greeted by a confusing sight.
Kenji is in the hall, a huge roll of aluminum foil on his hands with several boxes of the material nearby. With rolls of duct tape, he is wallpapering the hallway with the stuff, shiny side out. His door is completely enclosed in the reflective material and he is currently duct taping more to my door.
“What the hell are you doing!?” I shout.
Kenji squawks loudly, dropping the roll to the ground and hunching over in what looks to be some sort of fighting stance, leg hovering over the ground and arms akimbo.
“Who the hell was that!? Show yourself!”
“Kenji...damn it, it's me, Hisao. What the hell are you doing to my door!?“
Kenji relaxes, dropping the fighting pose. “Oh! Good! You're a lucky man, Hisao! I almost unleashed the Crane on your ass! You need to be more careful! You could end up dead if you surprise a guy when he's not expecting you. What are you doing back so early? You usually hang out with one of those wretched bitches after school!“
I sigh and calm myself down, my heart already beginning to race. “I'm not in the mood right now, Kenji, what are you doing to my door?“
Kenji fumbles a bit on the ground, looking for the roll of foil. He finds it and stands back up. “Protection, brother! I've been having some really weird dreams lately, so I think the enemy is using some sort of dream control device to manipulate my sleep patterns! Feminists won't even let a guy get a decent night's sleep! So, I'm lining the hall with this signal dampening reflective sheet to prevent them from getting inside my head! Don't worry, I was just about to move onto your room! I was going to get the door first. I though it would be rude to pick the lock and walk right in! A man needs his privacy, right?“
“Kenji....” I smother my temper. “I'm not in the mood to deal with this right now, okay?“
“What's up? You seem pretty bent out of shape! What can I do to help?“
I sigh. “Thanks for the offer, Kenji, but I don't think it's something you can help me with.“
Kenji mulls over it for a little while, then shoves the roll of aluminum into my hands. “Well, all right. Take this, just in case. Line your pillow with it and it should be enough protection to keep the whores out. I'm not taking any chances, though!“
Kenji wraps a long sheet of the stuff around his head, making a crinkly hat, complete with a pair of aluminum horns.
“Anyway, if you ever want to talk, bro, I'm right next door.“
Kenji goes back to lining the hallway with long sheets of metal. I drop the roll next to my door and am about to unlock my room when I stop.
Don't do it, Naki. It's not worth it.
Damn it, I'm going to regret this....
“Kenji?”
He turns around from his work. “Sup?”
I shudder a little.
“What do you think about augmentation?”
The cat's out of the bag, now.
Kenji stops for a moment. “Augmentation? Man, that shit is whack! Don't you know that's how they get you!?“
“What do you mean?”
Kenji drops the roll to the ground, the tube bouncing around his feet. “I mean, you go under for a little surgery and BAM!” he shouts, clapping his hands together violently, “they got you for the rest of your life! You think dream control is bad, you just wait until they start beaming information into your head straight from their fucking moon bases and shit!“
"Moon bases? What are you talking about?”
“Man, don't you know!?“ Kenji starts waving his arms all around in a panic. “I can accept you don't know about the Feminists, that's some deep level cover-up, but not knowing about the New World Order, man?! I thought you were a pretty smart guy! They work for them, the filthy sluts! The Illuminati, The Bilderburgs, The G20, Freemasons, Knights Templar, Skull and Bones, my God man, what are you blind!? Augmentation is all about control! Controlling people! You can hack a computer but you can't control a person! So what did they do!? They put computers inside the people! They can hack you anytime they want and make you do things!“
This is a little out there, even for Kenji's usually spaced out rants. “I don't think augmentation works that way....“
Kenji makes a rude sound, dismissing my lack of concern. “Yeah, well, when they start beaming the kill command into your brain and you go all rage zombie on me, don't blame me if I have to use a shovel to put you down!“
“Wow, thanks, Kenji, that makes me feel a lot better.“
“No problem, brother. I would never want you to suffer like that. I'll be quick about it and put you out of your misery.“
I sigh, already seeing the outcome of this talk. “So you're anti-augmentation, then?”
Kenji looks at me like I just sprouted wings and began speaking in tongues. “What? No, didn't you hear a word I said? Augmentations aren't the problem, it's the people controlling them! Tinfoil isn't enough! If I could find a way to block out their signals, I would totally get augmented in a second!“
He chuckles, grinning manically. “Man, it would be wicked cool! I'd get like, a howitzer on my arm and a chain saw hand! With a drill attachment! Yeah, I'd never be caught off guard then! Or like, spider legs that let me walk on walls and arm blades that shoot out of my elbows! That business would be whack!“
He looks confused for a moment.
“Whack is good, right?”
“I'm not sure. But Kenji, wouldn't you want to, you know, get your eyes fixed?“
Kenji quirks an eyebrow, broken out of his train of thought concerning awesome augmentation options. “My eyes? What's wrong with my eyes?”
“Well...wouldn't you want to be able to see like a normal person?“
Kenji pauses for a moment, staring bleakly at me. “Why would I want to go and do something stupid like that? 'See like a normal person'? What's the point? That's boring, man! Give me, like, eyes that can see through walls and stuff! X-ray vision, man, that's where it's at!“
He hesitates for a moment. “Do they make augmented eyes that shoot lasers? Because if they do, I would get those! I would get those hard! I'd be all like, “BZAAAACK, MOTHER FUCKER! EAT KINETIC ENERGY!'“
I'm a little stunned by both Kenji's comment and his outburst. “So you wouldn't fix yourself?”
Kenji looks at me, a suddenly serious look on his face. “'Fix myself'? What kind of friend are you? I don't need to be fixed! I'm fine the way I am! If I get augmented, it's because I want to be, not because there's something wrong with the person I am! I like who I am! I like me! Don't you?“
He pauses.
“Like yourself, I mean. Not me. That would be weird. No homo.“
Kenjis shrugs. “I don't need to fix myself. There's nothing wrong with the person I've become.“
I think about what Kenji says.
'Nothing wrong with the person you've become?'
Kenji is fine with the way he is.
Kenji!
Why aren't I?
Is my problem not augmentation but the idea that I'm not okay with the person who I am? Am I using augmentation as an excuse to deny the person who I've become because I'm dissatisfied with my life?
I ponder for a moment Kenji's words. I shrug and unlock my door. “Thanks, Kenji. I'll think about what you said. It's got me thinking about some stuff.“
Kenji nods, fishing out a huge wad of foil from his pocket and shoving it into my hands. “Not a problem! What are friends for? Just remember, wrap this around you pillow, or even better, your head! You can't be too careful! I'd hate to see something bad happen to you!“
School is over, thank God, and I make my way towards the dormitory, avoiding anyone else as best I can. Seems to be the last few days I've been nothing but trouble to all my friends. I consider dropping the subject of augmentation and telling Mutou I don't have an opinion on it either way. That comes off as being a weak excuse though and I'd hate to disappoint him, but I just don't know how I should approach the subject anymore.
Just a few days ago I would have wanted to be augmented at the drop of a hat. Now, I'm not so sure.
If I was augmented, how would people see me? Would they judge me based on my augments and not on the kind of person I really was? Would they only see the machine parts and not the true me? At that point, what would the true me be; flesh or machine?
Being judged because of the augments you have seems to be just as bad as being judged or pitied because you're blind, or you're missing limbs or you can't hear.
Or because you've got a bad heart.
If I was augmented, would people treat me differently? Would Lilly be my friend if I had augmentation, would Hanako be afraid of me, would Emi think I was taking the easy way out of my problems or would Rin think I was creepy? Would Shizune treat me better just because I was augmented?
I don't want to be regarded as anything except who I really am. Would augmentation change that? Make me into a different person?
Rin's words come back to me. Would it really even be my heart? Or would I be totally heartless, running on nothing but a cold, indifferent engine?
Where would I end and the augments begin? Would I end up like Nurse, finding a healthy balance between the two, or like Shizune's Father, lost within the machine? What's the difference between that and being hooked up to a heart monitor the rest of my life? It may be smaller, but it would still be a tether to my condition, reminding me every day of my shortcomings.
Would I be able to look myself in the mirror every day and see plates of steel and plastic riveted to my chest, reminding me of the heart that was no longer there? I don't even like to think about it now or look at my pills. To see the obvious reminder every day and for other people to see it as well...I don't know how I would handle that.
I arrive at the dorms, evening beginning to wane. The common room is empty and I'm glad for it.
When I reach the hall, though, I'm greeted by a confusing sight.
Kenji is in the hall, a huge roll of aluminum foil on his hands with several boxes of the material nearby. With rolls of duct tape, he is wallpapering the hallway with the stuff, shiny side out. His door is completely enclosed in the reflective material and he is currently duct taping more to my door.
“What the hell are you doing!?” I shout.
Kenji squawks loudly, dropping the roll to the ground and hunching over in what looks to be some sort of fighting stance, leg hovering over the ground and arms akimbo.
“Who the hell was that!? Show yourself!”
“Kenji...damn it, it's me, Hisao. What the hell are you doing to my door!?“
Kenji relaxes, dropping the fighting pose. “Oh! Good! You're a lucky man, Hisao! I almost unleashed the Crane on your ass! You need to be more careful! You could end up dead if you surprise a guy when he's not expecting you. What are you doing back so early? You usually hang out with one of those wretched bitches after school!“
I sigh and calm myself down, my heart already beginning to race. “I'm not in the mood right now, Kenji, what are you doing to my door?“
Kenji fumbles a bit on the ground, looking for the roll of foil. He finds it and stands back up. “Protection, brother! I've been having some really weird dreams lately, so I think the enemy is using some sort of dream control device to manipulate my sleep patterns! Feminists won't even let a guy get a decent night's sleep! So, I'm lining the hall with this signal dampening reflective sheet to prevent them from getting inside my head! Don't worry, I was just about to move onto your room! I was going to get the door first. I though it would be rude to pick the lock and walk right in! A man needs his privacy, right?“
“Kenji....” I smother my temper. “I'm not in the mood to deal with this right now, okay?“
“What's up? You seem pretty bent out of shape! What can I do to help?“
I sigh. “Thanks for the offer, Kenji, but I don't think it's something you can help me with.“
Kenji mulls over it for a little while, then shoves the roll of aluminum into my hands. “Well, all right. Take this, just in case. Line your pillow with it and it should be enough protection to keep the whores out. I'm not taking any chances, though!“
Kenji wraps a long sheet of the stuff around his head, making a crinkly hat, complete with a pair of aluminum horns.
“Anyway, if you ever want to talk, bro, I'm right next door.“
Kenji goes back to lining the hallway with long sheets of metal. I drop the roll next to my door and am about to unlock my room when I stop.
Don't do it, Naki. It's not worth it.
Damn it, I'm going to regret this....
“Kenji?”
He turns around from his work. “Sup?”
I shudder a little.
“What do you think about augmentation?”
The cat's out of the bag, now.
Kenji stops for a moment. “Augmentation? Man, that shit is whack! Don't you know that's how they get you!?“
“What do you mean?”
Kenji drops the roll to the ground, the tube bouncing around his feet. “I mean, you go under for a little surgery and BAM!” he shouts, clapping his hands together violently, “they got you for the rest of your life! You think dream control is bad, you just wait until they start beaming information into your head straight from their fucking moon bases and shit!“
"Moon bases? What are you talking about?”
“Man, don't you know!?“ Kenji starts waving his arms all around in a panic. “I can accept you don't know about the Feminists, that's some deep level cover-up, but not knowing about the New World Order, man?! I thought you were a pretty smart guy! They work for them, the filthy sluts! The Illuminati, The Bilderburgs, The G20, Freemasons, Knights Templar, Skull and Bones, my God man, what are you blind!? Augmentation is all about control! Controlling people! You can hack a computer but you can't control a person! So what did they do!? They put computers inside the people! They can hack you anytime they want and make you do things!“
This is a little out there, even for Kenji's usually spaced out rants. “I don't think augmentation works that way....“
Kenji makes a rude sound, dismissing my lack of concern. “Yeah, well, when they start beaming the kill command into your brain and you go all rage zombie on me, don't blame me if I have to use a shovel to put you down!“
“Wow, thanks, Kenji, that makes me feel a lot better.“
“No problem, brother. I would never want you to suffer like that. I'll be quick about it and put you out of your misery.“
I sigh, already seeing the outcome of this talk. “So you're anti-augmentation, then?”
Kenji looks at me like I just sprouted wings and began speaking in tongues. “What? No, didn't you hear a word I said? Augmentations aren't the problem, it's the people controlling them! Tinfoil isn't enough! If I could find a way to block out their signals, I would totally get augmented in a second!“
He chuckles, grinning manically. “Man, it would be wicked cool! I'd get like, a howitzer on my arm and a chain saw hand! With a drill attachment! Yeah, I'd never be caught off guard then! Or like, spider legs that let me walk on walls and arm blades that shoot out of my elbows! That business would be whack!“
He looks confused for a moment.
“Whack is good, right?”
“I'm not sure. But Kenji, wouldn't you want to, you know, get your eyes fixed?“
Kenji quirks an eyebrow, broken out of his train of thought concerning awesome augmentation options. “My eyes? What's wrong with my eyes?”
“Well...wouldn't you want to be able to see like a normal person?“
Kenji pauses for a moment, staring bleakly at me. “Why would I want to go and do something stupid like that? 'See like a normal person'? What's the point? That's boring, man! Give me, like, eyes that can see through walls and stuff! X-ray vision, man, that's where it's at!“
He hesitates for a moment. “Do they make augmented eyes that shoot lasers? Because if they do, I would get those! I would get those hard! I'd be all like, “BZAAAACK, MOTHER FUCKER! EAT KINETIC ENERGY!'“
I'm a little stunned by both Kenji's comment and his outburst. “So you wouldn't fix yourself?”
Kenji looks at me, a suddenly serious look on his face. “'Fix myself'? What kind of friend are you? I don't need to be fixed! I'm fine the way I am! If I get augmented, it's because I want to be, not because there's something wrong with the person I am! I like who I am! I like me! Don't you?“
He pauses.
“Like yourself, I mean. Not me. That would be weird. No homo.“
Kenjis shrugs. “I don't need to fix myself. There's nothing wrong with the person I've become.“
I think about what Kenji says.
'Nothing wrong with the person you've become?'
Kenji is fine with the way he is.
Kenji!
Why aren't I?
Is my problem not augmentation but the idea that I'm not okay with the person who I am? Am I using augmentation as an excuse to deny the person who I've become because I'm dissatisfied with my life?
I ponder for a moment Kenji's words. I shrug and unlock my door. “Thanks, Kenji. I'll think about what you said. It's got me thinking about some stuff.“
Kenji nods, fishing out a huge wad of foil from his pocket and shoving it into my hands. “Not a problem! What are friends for? Just remember, wrap this around you pillow, or even better, your head! You can't be too careful! I'd hate to see something bad happen to you!“