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That was an unhappy dream. But I was only one combat cyborg and assistant in the middle of hundreds of partying vampires. I couldn't have saved the baby vultures.
...Yes, seriously, I dreamed about that.
I was a cyborg, and we were at war against the vampires. I don't know if "we" meant other cyborgs, humans, or what. The vampire base was at a college campus, or something like - lots of buildings, some roads, lots of grassy space and trees in between everything. Base might be the wrong word. I think it might have been the site of a conference- there were all these vampires from different sects meeting here, and we'd found out about it and sent a force there.
There were a set of caverns under the campus - big, high-ceillinged caverns which were probably anything but natural. Cave vampires had set up in there, and so, during the day when they had trouble functioning, we flew in in shuttles, blocked up the entrances to one of them, and killed them so we could use that cave. That was weirdly like playing Star Wars Battlefront. Once they fully woke up the vampires were difficult, but we lasered all of them before they could escape and warn the others.
That night was when they would all get together and do... something. We planned to be there, with a couple people incognito. For some reason I was chosen as one of them, though I protested, being about eight feet tall at full extension. Digigrade robotic legs, you know. And also just having a lot of built-in armor, that being a good defense against vampires. So my people and I spent a long while modifying my cybernetics, pancaking makeup on me, and dressing me in Trying-Too-Hard Goth Eveningwear, the only style vampires ever used in the company of other vampires.
I may have been a man in that dream. Or not. In dreams, my gender doesn't really come up much. At any rate, my companion was a small woman who didn't have to dress in Trying-Too-Hard Goth Eveningwear, since she was one of the rare few who could make herself basically undetectable to vampires. I don't really remember how, she just could. I had some kind of module so they wouldn't find me out, but I wasn't undetectable.
Anyway, we went, and the whole thing was like prom. Or what I'd imagine prom being, since I didn't go. Pairs of vamps, groups of vamps, an incredible sense of snobby cliqueishness and the overpowering sense that I Do Not Belong. Though I think it was because in this case my particular type of Trying-Too-Hard Goth Eveningwear was slightly out of style. White accents were no longer in fashion.
I should describe these vampires. They were very pale, white-gray. All of them were tall, gangly, almost spidery, and moved like spiders do, that same jerky unpleasant gait. Watery red eyes. Bad teeth - again, kind of grayish, with irregular fangs. Long pointed fingernails, and their clothes hid their feet. The only real color was in their mouths, which were always this oversaturated red. ...They might have sparkled, I don't know, but daylight hurt them. Otherwise they varied individually, so some were almost attractive until they blinked or moved or spoke.
My companion went off, I assume to spy or steal something, and I was really only there to get her out if her undetectability failed. Even in a dream, I suck at socializing, so I wandered around. For some reason the building was also an art gallery with a specific focus on realism and animals. The vampires ignored art, of course, since they were vampires. Mostly they just stood together and talked in their whining voices about catty social things and unfairness.
...Apparently, my subconscious associates vampires with the most self-absorbed of emos. Huh.
Eventually one of them went on the PA system and said that the vultures were hatching and it was first-come, first-serve. There was a sort of stage with the baby vultures which the vampires were converging on, like zombies. Big, fluffy baby vultures with steel-gray beaks and glossy black eyes. Then my companion came to me and climbed on board, and I ran, and once we were back with our side I cried in great racking sobs, because I couldn't save the vultures. But I couldn't shed tears, because my eyes were electronic.
Those poor dream-vultures. I think I dreamed them because I recently read "Wesley the Owl", and it mentioned a research facility that got invaded by rabid animal-rights activists who set all the vultures free, even though most of them had never been in the wild and one only had one wing, and so all of them died. I think I dreamed the cyborg war part because I'm watching an LP of System Shock 2. No idea about the vampires.
...Yes, seriously, I dreamed about that.
I was a cyborg, and we were at war against the vampires. I don't know if "we" meant other cyborgs, humans, or what. The vampire base was at a college campus, or something like - lots of buildings, some roads, lots of grassy space and trees in between everything. Base might be the wrong word. I think it might have been the site of a conference- there were all these vampires from different sects meeting here, and we'd found out about it and sent a force there.
There were a set of caverns under the campus - big, high-ceillinged caverns which were probably anything but natural. Cave vampires had set up in there, and so, during the day when they had trouble functioning, we flew in in shuttles, blocked up the entrances to one of them, and killed them so we could use that cave. That was weirdly like playing Star Wars Battlefront. Once they fully woke up the vampires were difficult, but we lasered all of them before they could escape and warn the others.
That night was when they would all get together and do... something. We planned to be there, with a couple people incognito. For some reason I was chosen as one of them, though I protested, being about eight feet tall at full extension. Digigrade robotic legs, you know. And also just having a lot of built-in armor, that being a good defense against vampires. So my people and I spent a long while modifying my cybernetics, pancaking makeup on me, and dressing me in Trying-Too-Hard Goth Eveningwear, the only style vampires ever used in the company of other vampires.
I may have been a man in that dream. Or not. In dreams, my gender doesn't really come up much. At any rate, my companion was a small woman who didn't have to dress in Trying-Too-Hard Goth Eveningwear, since she was one of the rare few who could make herself basically undetectable to vampires. I don't really remember how, she just could. I had some kind of module so they wouldn't find me out, but I wasn't undetectable.
Anyway, we went, and the whole thing was like prom. Or what I'd imagine prom being, since I didn't go. Pairs of vamps, groups of vamps, an incredible sense of snobby cliqueishness and the overpowering sense that I Do Not Belong. Though I think it was because in this case my particular type of Trying-Too-Hard Goth Eveningwear was slightly out of style. White accents were no longer in fashion.
I should describe these vampires. They were very pale, white-gray. All of them were tall, gangly, almost spidery, and moved like spiders do, that same jerky unpleasant gait. Watery red eyes. Bad teeth - again, kind of grayish, with irregular fangs. Long pointed fingernails, and their clothes hid their feet. The only real color was in their mouths, which were always this oversaturated red. ...They might have sparkled, I don't know, but daylight hurt them. Otherwise they varied individually, so some were almost attractive until they blinked or moved or spoke.
My companion went off, I assume to spy or steal something, and I was really only there to get her out if her undetectability failed. Even in a dream, I suck at socializing, so I wandered around. For some reason the building was also an art gallery with a specific focus on realism and animals. The vampires ignored art, of course, since they were vampires. Mostly they just stood together and talked in their whining voices about catty social things and unfairness.
...Apparently, my subconscious associates vampires with the most self-absorbed of emos. Huh.
Eventually one of them went on the PA system and said that the vultures were hatching and it was first-come, first-serve. There was a sort of stage with the baby vultures which the vampires were converging on, like zombies. Big, fluffy baby vultures with steel-gray beaks and glossy black eyes. Then my companion came to me and climbed on board, and I ran, and once we were back with our side I cried in great racking sobs, because I couldn't save the vultures. But I couldn't shed tears, because my eyes were electronic.
Those poor dream-vultures. I think I dreamed them because I recently read "Wesley the Owl", and it mentioned a research facility that got invaded by rabid animal-rights activists who set all the vultures free, even though most of them had never been in the wild and one only had one wing, and so all of them died. I think I dreamed the cyborg war part because I'm watching an LP of System Shock 2. No idea about the vampires.