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ArtistA Japanese American woman, stealthily visits a woman amidst military people dressed in combat fatigues with steampunk elements. She sees glowing bioluminescent chips flowing at her stomach through the hospital sheet, at her shoulders, and legs. The woman looks weary with her head turned to the side and her arm expressively dangling a hand off the side. The room is dingy, amidst a stone backdrop of an old Japanese monastery, while a shadowy monk sits looking at his laptop. Intricate evocative details of cyberpunk blended life.
Bio Ward 1:16
She was my guide, and I was summoned because she fell ill. At her side the first time, with immunity. After all, my blood line was used for the engineering of many weapons. They tested them on me too. And my power was to recover. But the others never did. So I was hidden most of my life. In plain sight to some, sort of like a hostage. I could get some leftovers, or cook for them, shower, get in a vehicle and be transported-- yet never have my own life, money, freedom, friends. You name it.
They hid me for most of my life. It seemed boring, but danger was from the few who were too capable or unpredictable -- and good people, don't exist here.
Until the new wars waged biological weapons on the public.
