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This Is What They Do
3D Render by RedSpartan‘This place…’ Mya stuttered, her mind a whirl of emotion, happy to still be alive, frightened at what might come next, disgusted at what the minds of men had created here.
Shaana studied her with a furrowed brow, as if trying to come to some sort of decision.
‘There’s something I need to show you,’ she said quietly, ‘It’s not dangerous, but…’, She looked down at the floor, unsure.
‘What?’ Mya asked, unable to mask the concern in her voice.
‘It’s on this level, not far,’ The girl replied, pushing herself to her feet. She offered Mya her hand, or rather the replacement cybernetic augmentation that now served as one. Mya looked at it hesitantly, an unexpected prejudice stopping her from taking the offer of assistance. Only moments ago she had grasped that hand without a seconds thought to give aid to the girl, but now, seeing it up close and able to think about it clearly she paused, uncertain.
Shaana frowned, looked at her own hand and scowled, pulling it back quickly and turned to move off.
‘Shaana,’ Mya called after her, pleading, suddenly appalled with her own attitude.
‘It doesn’t matter.’ She responded coldly, already some distance away.
Mya clambered to her feet and rushed to catch up with her new companion, putting her hand on her arm gently as she eventually caught up with her.
‘I’m sorry...’ She began, trying to find the right words.
Shaana pulled her arm away aggressively, not allowing her to finish her apology, and turned on her so quickly that Mya found herself stumbling backwards.
‘You don’t get to touch me now.’ She snarled, her face a mask of bitter anger.
‘I…’ Mya tried to respond, her stomach knotted in guilt and stupidity at her actions.
‘Let me show you what these fuckers do…’ Shaana growled, cutting her off. ‘Let me show you how they take innocents and corrupt them into monsters.’ The girl suddenly grabbed Mya’s arm and pulled, then shoved her forcibly towards a nearby doorway. 'Let me show you what your precious Commonwealth has failed to prevent.' The girls strength took her completely by surprise and Mya crashed heavily into the frame of the open door. Shaana charged past her into the room beyond leaving her to compose herself and follow sheepishly. With her cybernetic implants, wanted or not, the girl would be a formidable opponent should the circumstance arise. Mya knew she had to try to appease the girl again, try to win back what little trust and friendship she had so ridiculously thrown away in her moment of prejudgment.
The room she entered was long and narrow, illuminated by blue neon's and red LED’s. At the far end a separate chamber with consoles and monitors was bathed in crimson iridescence, and the right hand wall was mostly blank dirt covered panels with the odd work station inset into it.
All this she took in absently as her eyes found the horror of what lined the left hand wall. A dozen or so tanks, two meters or so in height, the bottom half solid and made of the same grey featureless plastic as the walls, cut here and there with pipes and tubes and blinking lights. The top half was a glass containment unit, illuminated within from top and bottom, casting dark, unsettling shadows through gently bubbling liquid on the suspended contents.
Mya fell back against the wall, stunned, her mind not yet comprehending what she was seeing. The decaying upper torso and head of numerous individuals sat floating in the tanks, spinal columns protruding grotesquely from below, red glowing tubes entering the bodies from various directions. Each face was partially obscured by what appeared to be a breathing mask and Mya realised with shock that the people held within these monstrous containers where somehow still alive.
Her mind screamed ‘NO’. Her mouth remained silent except for an uncontrollable sob that she was unable to contain. She put her head in her hands and tried to blank out the diabolical image now seared into her minds eye. The tortures and brutality she had endured at the hands of the very people that had done this seemed petty now, a ridiculous inconvenience compared to the inhuman experimental savagery that had been been inflicted on these poor souls. She found herself raising her head once more to look upon the horrendous spectacle, as if it were somehow a duty to bear witness to the cruelty that had been inflicted here. Her empty stomach turned and she was thankful that she had little to bring back up. Still, she had to hold back a need to retch. She turned to Shaana who was studying her with inquisitive but understanding eyes.
‘This…’ she whispered, indicating the tanks with her mechanical hand, ‘…this is what they do!’
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This is similar to the first image in this story in that it was inspired by a picture by Vladimir Manyukhin on ArtStation. Originally I tried to adhere closely to his excellent piece in composition and mood, and though that image seemed ok initially I eventually felt it didn't work all that well in context to the story I was writing, so I had another go, added the tanks, which are a kitbashed version of one of Stonemason's old sci-fi consoles (originally the victims were merely suspended from an apparatus in the ceiling), and changed the room around a little. Shaana wasn't in the first image, but she became kind of essential to the second effort.
Thanks for looking and all the nice comments people are leaving on these pieces...much appreciated
Shaana studied her with a furrowed brow, as if trying to come to some sort of decision.
‘There’s something I need to show you,’ she said quietly, ‘It’s not dangerous, but…’, She looked down at the floor, unsure.
‘What?’ Mya asked, unable to mask the concern in her voice.
‘It’s on this level, not far,’ The girl replied, pushing herself to her feet. She offered Mya her hand, or rather the replacement cybernetic augmentation that now served as one. Mya looked at it hesitantly, an unexpected prejudice stopping her from taking the offer of assistance. Only moments ago she had grasped that hand without a seconds thought to give aid to the girl, but now, seeing it up close and able to think about it clearly she paused, uncertain.
Shaana frowned, looked at her own hand and scowled, pulling it back quickly and turned to move off.
‘Shaana,’ Mya called after her, pleading, suddenly appalled with her own attitude.
‘It doesn’t matter.’ She responded coldly, already some distance away.
Mya clambered to her feet and rushed to catch up with her new companion, putting her hand on her arm gently as she eventually caught up with her.
‘I’m sorry...’ She began, trying to find the right words.
Shaana pulled her arm away aggressively, not allowing her to finish her apology, and turned on her so quickly that Mya found herself stumbling backwards.
‘You don’t get to touch me now.’ She snarled, her face a mask of bitter anger.
‘I…’ Mya tried to respond, her stomach knotted in guilt and stupidity at her actions.
‘Let me show you what these fuckers do…’ Shaana growled, cutting her off. ‘Let me show you how they take innocents and corrupt them into monsters.’ The girl suddenly grabbed Mya’s arm and pulled, then shoved her forcibly towards a nearby doorway. 'Let me show you what your precious Commonwealth has failed to prevent.' The girls strength took her completely by surprise and Mya crashed heavily into the frame of the open door. Shaana charged past her into the room beyond leaving her to compose herself and follow sheepishly. With her cybernetic implants, wanted or not, the girl would be a formidable opponent should the circumstance arise. Mya knew she had to try to appease the girl again, try to win back what little trust and friendship she had so ridiculously thrown away in her moment of prejudgment.
The room she entered was long and narrow, illuminated by blue neon's and red LED’s. At the far end a separate chamber with consoles and monitors was bathed in crimson iridescence, and the right hand wall was mostly blank dirt covered panels with the odd work station inset into it.
All this she took in absently as her eyes found the horror of what lined the left hand wall. A dozen or so tanks, two meters or so in height, the bottom half solid and made of the same grey featureless plastic as the walls, cut here and there with pipes and tubes and blinking lights. The top half was a glass containment unit, illuminated within from top and bottom, casting dark, unsettling shadows through gently bubbling liquid on the suspended contents.
Mya fell back against the wall, stunned, her mind not yet comprehending what she was seeing. The decaying upper torso and head of numerous individuals sat floating in the tanks, spinal columns protruding grotesquely from below, red glowing tubes entering the bodies from various directions. Each face was partially obscured by what appeared to be a breathing mask and Mya realised with shock that the people held within these monstrous containers where somehow still alive.
Her mind screamed ‘NO’. Her mouth remained silent except for an uncontrollable sob that she was unable to contain. She put her head in her hands and tried to blank out the diabolical image now seared into her minds eye. The tortures and brutality she had endured at the hands of the very people that had done this seemed petty now, a ridiculous inconvenience compared to the inhuman experimental savagery that had been been inflicted on these poor souls. She found herself raising her head once more to look upon the horrendous spectacle, as if it were somehow a duty to bear witness to the cruelty that had been inflicted here. Her empty stomach turned and she was thankful that she had little to bring back up. Still, she had to hold back a need to retch. She turned to Shaana who was studying her with inquisitive but understanding eyes.
‘This…’ she whispered, indicating the tanks with her mechanical hand, ‘…this is what they do!’
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This is similar to the first image in this story in that it was inspired by a picture by Vladimir Manyukhin on ArtStation. Originally I tried to adhere closely to his excellent piece in composition and mood, and though that image seemed ok initially I eventually felt it didn't work all that well in context to the story I was writing, so I had another go, added the tanks, which are a kitbashed version of one of Stonemason's old sci-fi consoles (originally the victims were merely suspended from an apparatus in the ceiling), and changed the room around a little. Shaana wasn't in the first image, but she became kind of essential to the second effort.
Thanks for looking and all the nice comments people are leaving on these pieces...much appreciated
Quite the revelation. Horror has been done here. Science without soul is always dangerous.
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A vision of horror that Lovecraft himself would undoubtably be impressed by, Great render and story to go along with it
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Tue, May 13Thank you. I guess some of these images have inadvertently been inspired by Lovecraftian images that I've seen elsewhere
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Tue, May 13Every time i see either a head or partial torso in a vat/jar of some sort i'm always reminded of "The Whisperer in Darkness" So you did a good'un as far as i'm concerned! Great stuff!
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