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But it was originally designed for a Palthruxii head. It was cared for and repaired and loved by a human. It was not, strictly speaking, a human mask. It was hanging on a hook, eye level with the doctor. All of these were dense and black, perfect for storing heat and cushioning falls. They were steel toed and hobnailed, the better to find footing in the icy jungle. The Oven was also where the planetside clothing and gear were stored. It was made to liberally kill microscopic invaders, capable of bringing an entire world to its knees. The room was regularly doused in infrared light, extreme temperatures, and complex combinations of chemicals. Giving medical aid began by marching over to the Oven. Oversight was twenty lightyears away, and even farther from caring. Offering medical assistance was a solemn duty, no matter how much the report screamed about inadvisable courses of action. Thankfully, that number was still sitting at a solitary one.Īll the other projections were ignored. Percent chance to spread.Īnd, of course, percent infected in the local population. Their ongoing review as gloomy doomsayers was not helped by what they usually had to report. In the doctors experience, they were usually the bearers of bad news- always describing what could be, instead of what was. Then the percentages dragged themselves into view. Clear cut, specific- numbers that said what they were and nothing else. At first, they were the type the doctor liked. They were kept covered by a thin pair of black gloves.Īs the triangle was finally pressed, scientific red was replaced with the clinical white of a report screen.
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This had never been altered from the marble factory setting. The outside was purely decorative, able to change color and shape on a whim. The inside was textured like rubber, protecting the delicate integrity of such complex machinery. Two thin layers of cosmetic nanomachines protected them from the elements. That was probably enough time to figure something out. Currently, they held enough charge to survive a month if that thumping stopped. Every thump of the doctors heart provided them with a steady flow of energy. Each thread was woven into the fingers, feeding the complex mechanisms needed to point and manipulate and clench into a fist.Īnd in turn, they were powered by a battery located in the palms. There was an alloy, typically used on the void face of ships, to encase them. There were coils of gold to conduct them. There was wiring and delicate augmetics, woven together with microscopic intricacy. There wasn’t any skin, wrinkly or otherwise, below.
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THE PLAGUE DOCTOR BLACK METAL SKIN
They were delineated by a brass collar, circling round the wrinkled skin just above the wrists. Always playing second fiddle to the hands. It made a sharp contrast in the otherwise silent hold. The pneumatic hiss whispered through the still air. What they were attached to was far more interesting.Īs the doctor finished extending the wiry arm, a finger began to uncurl. That is, given your new acquaintance was the type to blurt out ‘What’s with the fucked up arms?’ But no one ever did. This might have made them a decent conversation starter. Like craters, they varied in size depending on how hard they had hit. Like craters, they were round and bit deeply into the surface of their host. They dotted and crashed into the skin like craters on a guardian moon. The onboard diagnostic would clock that wiry strength in at about seventeen kilograms. There was a sense that it had a certain wiry strength, held in place by a stubborn refusal to surrender it. The doctor stepped over, extending an arm to inspect the flashing icon.Īs arms go, this one would have been fairly common: long and thin, sagging a bit with the deprivations of age. It was the sort of red that shouted alert, no matter what species you were or how little oxygen remained to carry the sound. This was scientific red, and it was painstakingly designed with no distractions and less frills. Perhaps some nice white to soften the edges, gold to make a glow more friendly, or blue to imbue that slightly royal aura. It’s simply a matter of course for something so subjective, interpreted by a thousand and one ideas of aesthetic. Most colors have different hues in their chromatic makeup. Each flash clashed with low lit lumens, creating shadows that flickered between soothing and foreboding. It illuminated the silver decking with bursts of scientific red, sharp and clear. Another triangle was blinking on the heads up display.