You know the feeling of falling while trying to sleep?
Now imagine feeling that and when you snap back awake to actually be falling at mach Jesus straight at the floor.
That's how I woke up today and am currently still falling faster than the American stock market was after trumps tariffs.
"I'm gonna fucking die" I screamed like a bitch, don't blame me you would too. Hurriedly going through all of my pockets to find something to maybe help me I find a vile of a shifting black and red goop with a note strapped to it reading.
[Blacklight virus V2] while a smaller part under that says [now with none of the weaknesses so your not murdered immediately] with and I swear to any higher power but this motherfucker an actual image of Q from star trek.
"Oh you can fu-" I didn't manage to finish my shout as I slam into the ground and immediately fucking die, but luckily for myself I hit the ground hard enough that the vile of blacklight that landed under me broke too so my dead body absorbed the supervirus in its entirety.
"Oh fucking hell I'm not dead" I snap up with a jerk and a scream of terror but at least I'm alive. As I have that single thought I see my hand start shifting with black and red veins into what I distinctly remember Alex Mercer looking like.
"Oh cool I'm not even allowed to be me, that's just amazing" I swear the amount of sarcasm in that one sentence could probably kill a bitch ass higher life from.
I groan and get up ignoring my bones and muscles rearranging and reknitting themselves back together differently than before.
"This is the single most weird moment of my life, now where the fuck am I" I look around seeing a lot of neon, garbage and rundown buildings.
"I better not be in fucking cyberpunk as the blacklight virus" as if to prove my wrong I see a fucking trauma team AV fly past at dumb speeds while being shot at by the single dumbest looking person I have ever seen including in fiction.
Like I'm not even kidding he's got a clown afro in fucking gold not blond I mean actual shiny gold while also being hilariously white, I mean like paper white to the point it cannot be natural.
I'd almost say he looks like the dude from Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo but that man pulls it off if only slightly.
Deciding that I don't really like being alive I rush at the pretty obvious cyberphycho intending to pull a Hannibal and eat the motherfucker.
Did you know that as a blacklight supercolony you don't really feel any pain because you don't have nerves at all so when the (I'm gonna try using their language) gonk whips his gun down and I feel 3 different bullets pass through where a person's brain is normally I don't actually feel it I am just aware that they are there.
Both of us stop when the bullets get pushed out the front of my face and fall to the floor. The cyberphycho looks kinda impressed but goes back to shooting me as much as possible while I continue running forward at him.
With every step I could feel my speed Increases as my will to move faster causes my blacklight cells to adapt my structure to move faster more effectively.
Before long I'm running 40km/s and I clear the distance in a blink and slam into the man with enough force to lift him off his feet and slam him into the building behind him and through the wall.
I land on his chest and slam my hands onto his throat as hard as I can accidentally straight up disconnecting his spinal cord completely.
I pant not from physical exhaustion but from the situation. After a moment to relax I place my hands on the paralyzed man's throat and try to figure out how to absorb someone.
With only the thought of absorbing him the man dissolves into a meat slush that quickly gets consumed into my arms not even leaving the cyberwear behind or even any blood.
With the man consumed I expected to be blasted with a random assortment of knowledge like Alex does but instead I find I just know things now that I didn't know before. While I process the new knowledge that I know I basically ask my own body if it's possible for it to replicate the cyberwear the man had even if only for looks.
After a moment of nothing happening I feel the inorganic matter I absorbed from the man start to rearrange it's self is a distant other place that I'm assuming the Q added for extra biomass.
After I'm done looking over the knowledge from the man I stand up and observe my new additions starting with the fake mantis blades that were replicated using organic matter instead of metal.
With a satisfying sound my arms unfold and the blades slide out smoothly, deciding to test if these are any good I swipe at the piller next to me without trying so I can see their sharpness. With a soft almost silent sound the blade passes through the reinforced concrete piller effortlessly.
"Holy fuck that's sharp" without thinking about it I slide the blade through my other hand with ease. "Hmm but I might need to find somebody with subdermal armour to cover that weakness, well I could probably out heal it but better safe then sorry" I hum as I start walking away from the smear on the floor that was a person.
"I should probably make myself a neurollink to make life easier" I request the blacklight to recreate the neurollink but to also stopgap it so others can't access it at all.
"I'm gonna be a Merc" I make a decision as I pass by an alley with two groups having a shoot out over some drugs I can see on the floor.