No prying eyes could see them. No blood fell from the man, but he was dead. No heartbeat, no breath, no hope.
As they walked slowly to the house, Samantha shifted his weight around until it rested easily on her shoulders. Micah was silent, but his eyes were switching lenses, gathering and storing data on the stranger.
"His name was James Pattinson. Twenty four years old, a student at the nearby college,-"
"Recently checked into the hospital for depression and drug issues." Samantha replied as the same data was sent to her. Using minute twitches of their thumbs to the fingers, they could switch between Spectrum vision, Database vision, Internal Vision, Normal Vision, and Foresee Vision. Samantha was only granted access up to Database, while Micah had the access to all five levels.
Once inside, the scene changed. The warm and welcoming home suddenly flipped on end to show a darker, more sinister side. A scientific lab with all sorts of devices materialized before their eyes and replaced the fireplace and piano.
While Micah prepared for the Internal Extraction, Samantha laid the body on the clean white table. A thin glass layer slid over James, ran a few tests to check mental and psychical health, conformed to fit his body, and then waited.
He was in charge of research and experimentation, while she served as his assistant and scribe. She recorded the findings and sent them to a database specifically built for this job.
They stood above their prey. Micah had placed large gloves on, made of a thin metal. He touched the glass covering the body, and it lit up at once with facts and charts essential to this man's life. After he read through it quickly, Micah placed a hand over the head and started to type. A super long, extremely thin glass needle appeared and pierced the temple area.
As soon as it was in, the data began to flow. Samantha and Micah looked at the genetic makeup, the ancestry, the troubled romances, the thought patterns, the guilt, the lies, the fears.
And then, Samantha stood up straighter and gazed more intently at the astonishing amounts of data.
They were not supposed to care about the weak, passionate humans.
But that was Samantha's favorite part.
All the happy times, the joyful times, the astonished, surprised, thankful times made her wonder what it would be like to have feelings.
As they walked slowly to the house, Samantha shifted his weight around until it rested easily on her shoulders. Micah was silent, but his eyes were switching lenses, gathering and storing data on the stranger.
"His name was James Pattinson. Twenty four years old, a student at the nearby college,-"
"Recently checked into the hospital for depression and drug issues." Samantha replied as the same data was sent to her. Using minute twitches of their thumbs to the fingers, they could switch between Spectrum vision, Database vision, Internal Vision, Normal Vision, and Foresee Vision. Samantha was only granted access up to Database, while Micah had the access to all five levels.
Once inside, the scene changed. The warm and welcoming home suddenly flipped on end to show a darker, more sinister side. A scientific lab with all sorts of devices materialized before their eyes and replaced the fireplace and piano.
While Micah prepared for the Internal Extraction, Samantha laid the body on the clean white table. A thin glass layer slid over James, ran a few tests to check mental and psychical health, conformed to fit his body, and then waited.
He was in charge of research and experimentation, while she served as his assistant and scribe. She recorded the findings and sent them to a database specifically built for this job.
They stood above their prey. Micah had placed large gloves on, made of a thin metal. He touched the glass covering the body, and it lit up at once with facts and charts essential to this man's life. After he read through it quickly, Micah placed a hand over the head and started to type. A super long, extremely thin glass needle appeared and pierced the temple area.
As soon as it was in, the data began to flow. Samantha and Micah looked at the genetic makeup, the ancestry, the troubled romances, the thought patterns, the guilt, the lies, the fears.
And then, Samantha stood up straighter and gazed more intently at the astonishing amounts of data.
They were not supposed to care about the weak, passionate humans.
But that was Samantha's favorite part.
All the happy times, the joyful times, the astonished, surprised, thankful times made her wonder what it would be like to have feelings.
