-Fara Kerrigan Yazin : Eleutherophobia-

"In regione caecorum rex est luscus."
Desiderius Gerhard Erasmus

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No longer holding a stable connection to the simulation, Fara Yazin excruciatingly woke up, drowning. A spasming hand clawed at the thick gel keeping her lungs painfully flattened. A solitary finger broke through, chased by an arm, shoulder, body. An upset gasp escaped from the girl, her icteric eyes burning. A muted squeak escaped her mouth as her foot slipped on the rounded, glabrous bottom of her pod, and she sunk back into the translucent mud. The cosmesis-solution flowed into her mouth, and tormentingly dried the saline from her eyes.

Suspended from the all-inclusive black above her, or supported by the encompassing grey below her came an impossible beast. A mechanized nurse, as it was, clasped tightly onto the seed vessel, several of its surgically precise hands unfolding. The first coarsely clenched the small girl's throat straining her trachea, raising her to a half-kneel above the tub. Another reached above her entirely bald head, aggressively attaching itself to the neural port she was coupled with. First a sharp counterclockwise jerk, then a smooth spin the other way, the long needle left her skull, the hole already beginning to hemorrhage. Her corneas shook violently, and thin blood trickled out of her nose. Dozens of smaller fingers approached the fragile body, brutally cleaving the intravenous drip syringes from her vessels. The nurse compassionately checked for vital signs, then removed all of its hands, letting the girl drop. Her left temple smashed against the wall of the pod, her eye tinged erubescent with blood.
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Taken from Anamnesis: Variable Case 341102