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During the final battle on the Lost Seekers compound, Medb took a fuck-off huge laser beam to the everywhere. Daniel had put up a net to help shield it...but it was still partially melted. Temperatures inside the cockpit soared...and so, when Medb's cockpit was opened, it unveiled a scene of horror.
Much of Gwen's synthetic flesh had melted and burned, exposing metal and circuitry underneath. Fully half her face was gone, taking an eye with it. When she pulled herself out of the pilot's seat, skin tore and was left behind. Muttering a series of electronic squawks and beeps under her breath, she took three steps away from Medb before collapsing.
But, this is Gwen. She does not die easy.
As much of her body and mind was melted or destroyed, more of it was left intact. So it's a simple job for Doomstar to put her back together, to replace the broken parts, to slot in a new set of computer parts...All told, it's just under three hours until she's leaning against a wall outside the infirmary, looking over the details of a hand in introspection.
Much of Gwen's synthetic flesh had melted and burned, exposing metal and circuitry underneath. Fully half her face was gone, taking an eye with it. When she pulled herself out of the pilot's seat, skin tore and was left behind. Muttering a series of electronic squawks and beeps under her breath, she took three steps away from Medb before collapsing.
But, this is Gwen. She does not die easy.
As much of her body and mind was melted or destroyed, more of it was left intact. So it's a simple job for Doomstar to put her back together, to replace the broken parts, to slot in a new set of computer parts...All told, it's just under three hours until she's leaning against a wall outside the infirmary, looking over the details of a hand in introspection.
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The only real existential thing is just...being me, a mind apart from any cells or brain-just a pile of matter.
But I don't worry about that anymore.
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Dido looks at Gwen curious. "What was it that you realized?"
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It's one of those things that comes up whenever I do the whole...fast, thing. I don't really have time to think about morals or ideals, so we're all just...bodies moving through space, I guess.