Susan woke, her head fuzzy and a coppery taste in her mouth. She glanced around, and noticed a liquid, floating sensation accompanying her movements.
Professor Regus had seemed such a gentle sort, knowledgable and wise. But there had been that odd covert gleam in his eyes, quickly masked with a smile and forgotten. But she’d known something was off – some little detail. Now…the strange helmet she wore…the odd floating sensation…and— good lord — her hands! Was she – how was she – controlling them? oh horror! They were now mechanical tentacles! And where was she? Some kind of laboratory!
Regus had given her the rose, and professed his honorable intentions. But he had lied.
She found a rather odd-looking pistol on a table under some papers. She hefted it, and despite the new limbs, was able to move comfortably. Pulling the trigger, she marveled at the large hole it left in some expensive-looking machinery. She slipped from the dais and out of the laboratory through a large metal door, dispatching two rather inconsiderate Proteoid guards in the process. Her choice came to this – find and restore her own body, or to use her newfound strengths to find Doctor Regus, and seek vengeance. She debated for a moment, then made her choice…
Image is from an original hand-colored linocut print.