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The Cyborg Meme
The Cyborg Meme
Isn't technology great?
For one reason or another, you're now part organic, part robotic. Roll a number, pick your favorites, or choose your own robotic adventure!
Write which role(s) you want to play, if you're up for being the one cyborged, feel free to describe what your character's new modified body is like.
Roles:
1. Cyborg - For whatever reason, you're a cyborg. Maybe you were turned into one because of the scenarios below, maybe you've been one for as long as you can remember. Are you a cyborg helping out a brand new one get used to their new body?
2. The One Doing the Cyborging - Are you a doctor who uses robotic parts to help save lives? Or maybe you're a mad scientist sticking electronic bits to people to see what happens. Perhaps you're a cyborg yourself and wanted to make someone like you. There's a lot of reasons to cyborg someone, everybody has their own thoughts towards the matter.
3. Bystander - You're just passing by, another doctor checking up on a patient, a jailer set to make sure that the experiment didn't escape. You're not a cyborg, nor are you the one who made them that way, but now you've got to deal with the results one way or another.
4. Other - Is there somehow else your character would be involved? Have fun with it!
Scenarios
1. Forced Cyborgification - You've been captured, maybe by a group of aliens or perhaps by a mad scientist, and now they've outfitted you with new limbs and maybe even a brand new processor. Perhaps you're fresh out of surgery or your time in the machine, or someone's broken you free and the operation is only partially done.
2. Willing Cyborgification - Robots are just plain cool! Maybe you want to be stronger or jump higher or maybe you just want to be the first to have robotic parts attached to you.
3. Cyborgified to Save Your Life - Something happened to put you on death's doorway and the only way to live is to be robotically enhanced. You have a choice in the matter, unless you're unconscious or otherwise out of it, but if you want to live, you've got to be modified.
4. Reverse Cyborgification - You're a robot and you've always been a robot, but for some reason, you've now got organic parts attached to you. Maybe you were part of an experiment or maybe you just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Don't worry, they're 100% lab-grown! (Unless you don't want them to be, of course.)
5. Other - Got a different idea for how your cyborgification went? Go for it!
Hiro Hamada ► Big Hero 6
2. He's also a ~robotics prodigy~ so maybe he helps your character make their own replacement limbs. Choose your adventure.]
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Hiro and Baymax's fire rescue had been dangerous, but neither of them wanted to leave anyone to die in the burning building. Fortunately, everyone made it out alive, but not all of them arrived in one piece.
Baymax's armor had protected him, but even the combination of his and Hiro's armor hadn't been enough to keep his friend completely safe.
The robot had managed to keep him stable until the paramedics were able to tend to him. Baymax stuck by Hiro's side as much as possible, but there were times when he needed to get out of the way.
It's been a while since then, Hiro's recovering well at home, with Baymax always nearby as a constant companion.]
How are you feeling today, Hiro?
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The doctors said that would happen. They also said it would hurt for a long time while his injuries healed, that he'd need to rest. Downtime and physical therapy for weeks that turned into a month or so, and Hiro's reached the point now where he's about to lose his mind.
It's not that he's bored. Well - it is, a little, for a kid who's normally high strung at best. But worse than that, it's how useless he feels like this. He can't go out and help the rest of the team with hero things anymore. He stays home and helps coordinate with GPS and radio communication, when he's not too tired, but even that feels like hardly doing anything.
He pauses when Baymax comes in, fumbling with a screwdriver at a panel on his prosthetic. The screwdriver slips from his fingers and tumbles onto the desk, and he grumbles under his breath.
He was right-handed, and the learning curve for left-handed working is steep.]
Been worse. [He winces. Sometimes it stings, sometimes it aches; all of the time, he feels off-balance and wrong.] Been better, too.
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At his request, the doctors had given him some more data on the topic of limb loss, so he's been working with Hiro whenever possible as well.
He makes a note of the fallen screwdriver before processing Hiro's answer. It's promising, but not the most optimal. However, these things take time, so any progress is better than none.
The wince doesn't slip by his attention, Baymax decides to address it.]
Has the pain medicine worn off?
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[He's distracted, so not much more answer than that. Hiro's never been the best at taking care of himself when he's focused on a project. Pain, he can ignore. Feeling useless? Not so much.
He rolls over to the computer and attempts to bring up a digital render of the prosthetic on screen, but typing with one hand makes the process slow and clumsy. When he stands up to reach for his toolbox, the whole device comes unhinged at the elbow and falls on the floor.
Hiro huffs quietly, and in a fit of temper kicks the chair, sending it rolling across the room. He groans and flops face first onto the bed, ignoring the pain in what's left of his shoulder.]
You should be out there helping the rest of the team, not here coddling the weak link.
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However, his search is cut short as Hiro's new arm hits the ground with a loud thud, drawing Baymax's attention to it instead.
He stands himself back up straight and toddles over to the hand resting on the floor. Leaning over, and possibly bumping into the desk in the process, he retrieves the arm, then slowly waddles a turn to face Hiro.
Baymax's friend can't see him, so he just holds the robotic arm, waiting for whenever Hiro looks back his way.
The boy's words concern him.]
You are my patient, it is not coddling to take care of someone when they are injured. I want to take care of you, Hiro.
If the team is hurt, I will take care of their injuries when they return.
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That's not the problem. I know you can still take care of them when they come back, it's -
[He's not sure how to explain. The doctors talked about this, too, he thinks; they said there'd be psychological and emotional repercussions, that he'd have to learn to accept that part of him was gone and it wasn't coming back. That he'd have to live life a little differently, now.
He's not sure, it's all so much of a blur and at some point he'd started tuning out all the talk. Maybe he should've listened more.
He huffs quietly and rolls over, sits up, takes the arm from Baymax. He doesn't try to re-attach it.]
You're the biggest and strongest of everyone. You have the scanners, the wings, the...a lot of the stuff they need. I just make the gear and tag along behind you, they can deal without me. But you're important. Without you, it's kinda like the team's missing an arm, too.
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When Hiro takes the arm out of his hand, he lowers his own arm back into its proper position.
He listens to Hiro's concerns, tilting his head and blinking several times.]
I am a health care robot. My job is to help the sick and injured. I want to take care of you, Hiro.
[The only reason he's part of the team is because of Hiro. His concerns and priorities have always began and ended with his first patient. He only went along with the superhero missions so that he could protect Hiro.
There may also be a part of him that wonders that if he had done his job better, perhaps Hiro wouldn't have been injured at all.]
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[Hiro sighs and picks himself up off the bed, returning to the desk and picking up the screwdriver where he left off, so he can put the prosthetic back together. He's more careful with the hinges this time, going quiet so he can concentrate on making his left hand do what his right hand could have easily.
When he stands up again, the prosthetic doesn't fall apart, but it hangs limp. It's not heavy; he used the same material he'd suggested to Tadashi for Baymax's skeleton. It's just not doing anything.]
This...may not ever work. They said the nerve damage was pretty bad.
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He doesn't interrupt as Hiro works on the new arm, curiously watching him. In a way, taking care of his arm is kind of like healthcare. It's robotic healthcare, but healthcare all the same.
Baymax's scans had confirmed what the doctors had told Hiro, there had been a high degree of nerve damage.]
For recovery, surgery is needed in cases of extreme nerve damage. Since the doctors did surgery on your arm, you have a higher chance of recovery than people who do not have surgery. Nerves grow back at the rate of one inch per month, it will take some time for you to recover, but it is possible.
[The odds still weren't great, though. But, Baymax is supposed to make his patients feel better, not worse.]
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[Which is not to say Hiro's completely discounting the possibility of being able to operate this thing one day with his own nervous system. Maybe it'll happen. But he's not a patient person, nor is he the best of patients; and he has his own ideas on how to make this work, faster, so that he can get back in action and Baymax can quit worrying about him.
Pushing himself too hard, too fast is probably a bad idea. But he just wants to stop feeling useless.
Hiro ducks under his desk, pulling his helmet out of a box of equipment. He's made some modifications, which he shows to Baymax, turning the helmet up so he can see the electrode strip across the top of the visor and around where both temples would be.]
Neuro-cranial transmitter. See? Just like for the microbots. And when I put it on...
[He plunks the helmet onto his head, takes a deep breath, and - the prosthetic moves, bending at the elbow and balling fingers into a fist.]
This way, I can get back in action faster, and you can quit worrying about me and do the same.
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Even if Hiro was in the best of health, Baymax would still worry about him, it's what he's programmed for.
He watches as his patient shows him the changes that've been made to his helmet. When Hiro tells him what the alterations are, he starts to put together what's going on.
While Baymax is pleased that Hiro's found a way to move the robotic arm, he's got a few concerns about the matter.]
Using your robotic arm too much can lead to causing even more nerve damage. I recommend doing physical therapy in order to see your progress and make sure your system is ready for increased activity.
[However, he knows that Hiro is likely going to ignore his advice, but that doesn't stop him from giving it.]
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That - sounds boring, and like it'll take a couple more months at least. All I gotta do is tweak it a little and it'll be fine -
[Hiro steps forward, throwing a mock punch, which is right about the time his whole right side decides to hurt like hell because he strained something - the arm itself might be gone, but there's still damaged skin and muscle beyond that, and it's not done healing. Hiro doubles over, hissing in pain.]
Ow, ow ow, okay maybe -
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How would you feel about this. Or I could go for 4 and be very confused Baymax. ]
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look I just get carried away sometimes ok.HERE WE GO )[ Tadashi remembers a fire. He remembers telling Hiro to stay back and-- fire, lots of it. The heat from the explosion was the last thing he remembered before things went dark, then cold.
Now everything is cold. Or is it? He can't feel the heat anymore, but in his head he finds that he knows the exact temperature of the room (a cool 68 degrees Farenheit) and the thought comes to him with a surprising amount of clarity... given that his head feels like someone hooked it up outside his body.
Which is only partly, metaphorically true.He comes back into awareness slowly, the sound of monitors and the faint hum of people surrounding him. (There is 1 other person in his immediate surroundings, as well as an increasing number of unidentified people beyond what his scanners process as walls).That thought process jolts him awake, eyes opening to a familiar set of scanners and parameters he himself had programmed... into Baymax. ]
oh no.
[ He looks at his hands. Baymax's hands. Which are his? He's not made to handle this. Okay, calm down, Tadashi. Just stay calm. For whatever reason, his consciousness was downloaded into Baymax somehow? And he's in a hospital. And he's alive, probably. He can move all of "his" joints and limbs, though he kind of wishes he'd given Baymax better range of motion now. It's going to take a long time to get used to this.
But what about Hiro? (Scanners have identified the closest source of life to be 1 Hiro Hamada. Injuries sustained: several healing bones, loss of a limb, low blood sugar, and minor to severe burns, all of which have been treated. He is currently stable, and sleeping rather than unconscious.)
Good. That means Tadashi can poke him to see if he'll wake up.
Gentle, robo-pokes.]Hiro. Hiiro. Wake up, sleepy head.
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He's half-asleep, but aware enough that he wishes whatever squashy round thing is prodding at him would stop and let him have some peace. He mumbles quietly - quit, go 'way, - his face twisting into a faint frown and eyelids twitching as he shifts his head on the pillow, away from the intrusion.
He just wants sleep. It's hard to breathe, because half of him hurts when he does it. The doctors said Tadashi -
...Tadashi.
He comes awake slowly, dazed, to the sound of the EKG beeping to the beat of his heart and the fuzzy visual of a round, white robot face blinking down at him. His brow knits together, and he scowls. When he speaks, his voice is rough and scratchy - maybe from breathing smoke and hot air, maybe just because he hasn't used it in a while.]
Baymax? Stop. Hurts.
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Normally, Tadashi would let the poor kid sleep but... nah, he wouldn't. As much as his scanners might be telling him Hiro is okay, Tadashi wants to see it for himself. ]
You'll be fine. You're not even hurt here.
[ There's like. A tiny spot. On Hiro's face. Where he totally isn't hurt. ]
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Great. Stupid robot is broken. And also not even supposed to be here, in the hospital, where there are real trained nurses instead of prototype nurse robots that aren't even finished being programmed and probably won't ever be -
Oh.
Hiro shoves that thought out of mind and bats Baymax away tiredly, though it hurts to even lift a finger. He addresses the nurse bot with more force this time.]
I said stop. What are you even doing here? I thought you were at the school.
And stop sounding like Tadashi. It's not helping.
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[ He sounds different. Like himself, but not really-- and Hiro did call him Baymax before. There's no reason anyone would assume otherwise. Hiro's grimacing coincides with signs of pain-- as much as Tadashi wants to ask him how he's measuring on the pain scale (hah!) he opts to step away instead, just so he's hovering above Hiro's bed.
Knowing Hiro, he'll want to have some room for this. ]
I'm not Baymax, but I don't know how he got here, either.
[ yeah, that makes as much sense to him as it does to you, Hiro. But he can't pretend Baymax's programming isn't humming in the background or letting him see, so it's not exactly fair to count the guy out, is it? ]
I'm me. Tadashi.
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Get away.
[This isn't just kind of annoyed anymore, now he sounds downright cold. For a reason. He can't lash out bodily - really, he almost jumps out of the bed, but the second he moves draws a hiss of agony from him - so he settles for throwing the corded remote, the one that calls the nurses and raises and lowers the back of the bed, at Baymax's face.]
Tadashi is - [His mouth is working, but sound's not coming out, just a shaky exhale.] Tadashi's gone. And you picked a really shitty time to try and learn how a practical joke works.
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[ Yeah, wow. Whoever did this to Tadashi must not have had the decency to tell Hiro about it. Great job, whoever. He can't feel when the remote bounces off his face, so he blinks. It's not easy to express himself like this.
It certainly doesn't help that every one of Hiro's movements sets off signals in Tadashi's head, informing him of signs of pain. Recommended treatment: increase morphine dosage. ]
I'm not gone. Tadashi isn't gone. And this isn't a joke, Hiro. [ He steps up to the side of the bed again. ] I mean, if it were a joke, I think I'd program Baymax with a better sense of humor than that.
[ He tries, but he can't really sit on the edge of the bed thanks to his short legs, so instead he kneels to get in closer to Hiro. ]
It's really me. I don't know how, I... I woke up like this.
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He laughs. It's not a happy noise.]
Yeah, right. That's a really...really lousy...
[He trails off into hoarse coughing. There's a stupid lump forming in his throat. He still can't believe this is all happening, that Tadashi's gone, and now the robot is trying to convince him he's not. That doesn't seem like a really great way to try and get past the denial stage of grief and move on.
Hiro drapes his forearm across his face, hiding his eyes from view.]
You wanna prove it? Last thing Tadashi said to me. Baymax wouldn't know that.
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