Playing God

[Oracle]

From the shadows came a voice. “Are they ready yet?” A man stepped from the shadows; a mix of man and machine. “Almost sir,” came the reply. Kalabar Kratos circled the table that the latest test subject had been strapped to and he spoke, half to the subject and half to himself.

“You know I’ve heard of others like myself; ones that weren’t fully upgraded when the Cybermen came. They weren’t sane.” He stopped next to the subjects head and sat down. He crossed his arms and leaned on them so he was right next to the subject’s ear. “You see, unlike me, they didn’t finish with this,” Kalabar held up a little chip. “See, I think this would have made me a complete drone, with no thoughts of my own. They didn’t succeed, or were defeated before they had a chance to finish.” He shrugged and went over to a console, waving his hand over it and causing it to come blazing to life.

“Doesn’t matter to me, what I needed it for I have.” He started running some test, causing the subject to thrash around on the table “No, Sir! It’s not ready! You could kill him!” The assistant ran towards Kalabar to try to stop him, but Kalabar caught his assistant by his face with his hand, snapping his neck. He let his assistant’s body fall to the floor like a used dish towel. He looked at the assistant with a bored look on his face. “You’ve out lived your usefulness.” Kalabar smirked and turned up potency of the testing. “You know, in technologic terms, human beings are basically analog. I’m going to update the entire species to digital, whether they want it or not.” His smirk widened as the screams from the subject echoed throughout the area.

[Oracle]

Oracle pulled her knees to her chest trying to conserve heat and coughed. The cell was cold, almost to cold for her body temperature. She sighed and started to mock herself. “Are you sure the time tables are right? So the easiest way in is through the ventilation shaft meh meh meh…” She had under estimated what she was up against when she broke into the place.

Oracle jerked her head up. She realized she had fallen asleep...for how long, she didn’t know, but it had given her some strength back. She pushed herself to her feet and backed up so her back was fully against the wall. “AHHHH!” She took a running drop kick at the door. The center dented some and Oracle rolled around on the floor for a second, “Ya...that hurt.” She repeated the process of drop kicking the door till she had a hole small enough to get out through. Once she was on the other side of the door, she crouched on all fours, trying not to make a sound and listening for any sound of people heading towards her way. She did...and it sounded like lots of feet heading in her direction. “Oops time to get gone like Donkey Kong.”.

She needed somewhere to hide, and fast. “Gotta hide, gotta hide.” “I. HATE. SOURKRAUT!!!!” Oracle tilts her head as a wave of dizziness washed over her and the voices start screaming in her head. “Cookies?” She shook her head, busted through a door and into a closet, slamming it shut behind her.
She starts knocking stuff off of the shelves looking for something that she could use to bash heads in with. She picked up something that felt heavy and solid. Holding it in her hands she placed her back against the wall and slid down till she was sitting again, holding the bottle or lamp thing against her chest with both hands, trying to think of a next move.

[javvie]

A man appeared from the lamp Oracle was holding. The man's name was Nicholas Sunder, and his first thoughts were of how small the room was. It wasn't as though he was uncomfortable (he lived in a lamp for crying out loud) though that left only one possible candidate for his new master.

She didn't look as odd as his most recent masters... Though that wasn't saying much. One was a hippie and the other had discovered his lamp whilst paying time in an insane asylum. This one seemed normal enough, though she brandished his lamp as if to strike something. He drew on his memory, drawling out his mandatory speech.

"Please do not be alarmed," he droned. Excuse him, but being owned lost it's novelty after a the first few times, "I exist only to serve and protect you. I am a Djinn, and I stay with you until either if us dies." be recited.

"I can be any form you wish me to be, and my name is of you choice."

He made a fist and put it up against his other hand, which was flat, and took a short bow.
"What will your first wish be?"

[Oracle]

OOC: Sorry if my grammar sucks. My friend who edits my post for grammar isn't here .

A young solider ran into the lab where Kalabar was finishing with the latest test subject, he had died too quickly in Kalabars opinion and that greatly aggravated him, he needed stronger subjects much stronger. Kalabar started to disconnect wires that had been plugged into the subjects cranial implants “Weak, weak, weak! he shouted the last word at the dead subject laying before him.

Kalabar slowly became aware of the solider hesitating near by “Approach and speak quickly or I promise you I’ll have you strapped to this table” the solider almost ran up to him “Mr. Kratos sir one of the test subjects have escaped. Kalabar growled to himself “Which one?” “...The woman who broke in last week sir.” Kalabar roared and threw a chair at the wall, causing it to shatter into pieces and the solider to step back out of fear of his bosses wrath “Find her! Bring her here before she has a chance to release any of the others!” the solider saluted “Sir!” and turned on his heel heading out of the lab.

Kalabar went back over to his console screen and started pulling up video feed “...This girl kicked through a reinforced door...interesting very interesting.”

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Oracle let out a yelp as the guy appeared in front of her and tried to back through the door at her back but stopped when he said he meant her no harm...not that she honestly believed him or really even thought he was there.

She reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose, she had heard of others like her who suffered from audio hallucinations progressing into full on visual ones. Sighing “I don’t need this now.” she pushed herself so she was standing and started to try to walk through him but stopped.

Softly “....you never know” holding up her hand she took one finger and poked him in the shoulder spreading out her hand till she had her hand flat against his shoulder....now she was confused “You can’t be real....Djinns are a fairy tale.”

[javvie]

(OOC: It's completely okay. It's not that bad, anywho.)

The Djinn frowned. He was used to denile, but he wished for once someone would just believe him. Honestly, no one ever questions your humanity.
"I would say we are obviously not fairy tale." he replied.

Only his use of the word "I" was false. Truth be told, "We" would be more accurate.
"Djinn are a species of beings with the natural ability to grant the wishes of those who find their lamps. You have found the said lamp, and you are my new master."

Nicholas threw his eyebrows up inquisitively.
"What is your first wish?" he repeated.

[Oracle]

She circled the guy for a second figuring she might as well humor him “What’s your name?” she had heard him say that his name was of her choosing but if he was what he said he was it was a good bet he already had a name “Because I wouldn’t want to saddle you with something you didn’t like”

Oracle’s stomach growled and she looked at the guy standing in front of her “...wish huh?” she ran her hand through her hair for a second messing it up more then it already was “How are you with fries?”