Multiple Fan Fiction Fusion

[Maharg67]

MFFF 25.3[55]

 

Sonya01A01 found that she knew exactly what the list contained and had the inkling that even the way that the Tradecredit was spent was some kind of test. It appeared that there were many kinds of testing taking place of the metafolk as they tried to find a new life for themselves.

 

Forming a metamentality, through metamind, she was mindwise linked to other metafolk and consulted with metacompnet. The results were good with a careful buying up of many more basic back up items but also a great deal of more expensive items. All of the items were materialised in a big domechamber meant for just that purpose.

 

She would have preferred to buy metatech type equipment-supplies, as would have metamind, but they had not been offered such a chance by the Mazagamegods-Mazagamelords.

 

When 13 metaslayers quietly slipped into the big chamber, and took up sentry positions, she noted it semiconsciously. Then the buying was done with a small left over of just a few Tradecredit that was returned to the treasury.

 

Sonya01A01 turned and examined the 13 metaslayers with some curiosity.

 

Metamind: “Metaslayers are close related to metapsykers and the Metaslayers psyke that you are in danger along with other essential metafolk individuals.”

 

Sonya01A01 was puzzled. “What could threaten me, or others, inside the Metacube?”

 

Metamind: “Perhaps you will not be threatened inside the Metacube. One is starting to also psyke that you may be under threat but not just you. Five Surprise Giftings have just been expended to create five new Cubechambers inside the Metacube. There is a new agricultural Bubblechamber now ready for use. Metafolk are already moving into it to assess its capacities and resources. The Metacube is expanding at a rate that can only be called expediential.”

 

Metamind: “There are now two Metapoints, five new type Mazamepoints, and five new type ChanceChallenges. There is also Mazagamecredit 11,459 plus Tradecredit of 14,590 plus Giftcredit of 1,146; there is also Metacredit of 489. Then there are eleven Chosen Giftings, eleven Random Giftings, six Surprise Giftings and eleven Exotic Giftings along with one rare Metagifting. Metagame rules have changed, as they are prone to do with shifting conditions.”

Edited March 11, 2017 by Maharg67

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MFFF 25.4[56]

 

Sonya01A01: “The rules of the Mazagame are quite chaotic.”

 

Metamind: “From your perspective, yes, because the Mazagamegods sometimes spin their own gamewheels or roll gamedice but there are built in quasirandomities in the Mazagame that only the Mazagamegods have any influence over and even that is limited. We both need to gain more knowledge, and greater perspective, of the Mazagame. For now we need just to take 'baby steps'.”

 

Sonya01A01: “Crampin is still healing and we can not question her yet. Our only team missions into the edges of ResdevVault619 have encountered no Raveningblob, the true one, or any of the free hivevaca. We have yet to meet the Survivors617 who might not even exist or who might be enslaved to the AzaShadow. The captured mercenaries, and bandits, are proving to be of mixed possible usefulness. At least the Jollyjelly and Hunterblob are at peace with each other and us.”

 

Metamind: “A surprise addition is emerging within-with the Metacube. A very big bubbleland is materialising that is mainly lakelands of lakes dotted landed of forests, grassy plains and connecting rivers along with some swamplands. The completed bubbleland will be a new possible homeland for the metafolk, and others, to prosper in.”

 

Sonya01A01 closed her eyes, lay back and fell asleep before she could stop herself; then she shared odd, very vivid, dreams through metamind; she did so with many metafolk but also others whose identity was not always clear to her.

Edited March 11, 2017 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

:thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup: Very good ,a few to many list for my liking but well writen, good plot a bit to complicated.

 

Sorry about the delay in my response to your wonderful feedback, Robert55, but I wanted to think about a response.

 

I have come to agree that I have been writing too many lists, of too elaborate a nature, and will cut down on using them in future. Not only that I am editing them in episodes I have completed off line but have not yet posted. I may even go back and edit past episodes for my own practising of editing.

 

The plot is a little too complicated but I am treating that, in future episodes both done and yet to be done, in the same way as the lists but with more focus. That is I am simplifying the plot!

 

Thank you for your useful feedback!

Edited February 22, 2017 by Maharg67

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MFFF 26.1[57]

 

A big radscorpion scuttled briefly across the rubble and then vanished safely away. Wingclaws, and other flying predators able to devour it, where not common but neither were they rare.

 

An assaultron humanoid robot squatted in a shaded area of a partly ruined structure. It waited ready to attack anything that its rogue combat programming considered to be a proper threat or to defend itself if it had to do so.

 

It was Wastelands there but not too far away was a terrible crater zone, one big shallow bowl full of even more terrible twisted life and other threats; it was an area of the Deathlands. If the wind ever blew from that direction, the smells were even more disturbing, stranger, than those of the Wastelands.

 

Weird noises sometimes came from the Deathlands and 'normal' sounds oddly out of place or distorted or both; sometimes it was gunfire, or a baby crying, or of motor traffic on a busy highway or a crowd cheering as it watched a big game being played out or a full orchestra playing or many others, often mingled with other sounds.

 

One moment they were not there and then they were there, an almost solid reality of sight, sound, and presence. A big convoy of PanAmerican, Soviet, and Confederat military were moving in full body-armour, less so in power armour, in warmachines including stomping battlemecha. There were army trucks also but also appropriated civilian buses, vans, and trucks. The phantom force was once more repeating its progress towards where a most terrible battle would take place, had taken place. The PanAmericans outnumbered the Soviets who outnumbered the Confederats.

 

There was a great, subtle, impression of tiredness and dark emotions but also of great courage and determination.

 

The assaultron did not even percieve their presence let alone know it as a threat.

 

A Worldnet spheredrone, a thing of ultimate stealth and amazing abilities, did somehow observe the phantom phenomena; it was more than a mere machine just as Worldnet was more than a normal network of network-systems.

Edited March 21, 2017 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

MFFF 26.2[58]

 

As the column went on moving came a surprise for there were zetans now amongst them along with zetahybrids of varied kinds and even their hovering robots.

 

Then came other entities, amongst the humans and zetafolk. There were supermutants, animans, androids and even a massive robotic humanoid of a LibertyPrime. There were other things also; they were disguised inside shimmering, cloaking fields of translucent nature.

 

A radroach observed the progression from a safe distance but somehow sensing it was in no danger.

 

Then the column was gone, just as quickly as it had appeared

 

The Worldnet spheredrone departed, darting away with amazing speed to vanish amongst the ruined urban landscape.

 

For a moment the noises of many screaming lifeforms, crying out in rage-terror-agony, came from the Deathlands and then they were gone.

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MFFF 27.1[59]

 

In the massive, well lit, Metacube domechamber was much activity.

 

Josie11K22 walked easily amongst the moving, flowing, fluxing newly arisen of many kinds of metafolk; she was a metapath, a metahuman specialised in telepathic (telepathic-empathic immersion) based abilities. Now she was helping to make sure everything was okay in that Metacube complex where metawonders, metaxotics, metaspecials and metastards were going to live together; they would also work, study, and carry out other activities as a community.

 

A couple of mildly grumpy looking squat humanoids, metagrumps, strode past chattering to each other about how 'pretty okay' the complex was. Those that had created the metagrumps, along with the many variations of metatypes, had deemed the physically powerful humanoids as 'failures', classing them as metajects (meta-rejects).

 

A shemale, a woman except for the womb and groin areas, type metashem holding a metabab that shehe was breast feeding. She exchanged warm smiles with the metashem who smiled back.

 

All seemed to be going well even with a couple of metaserkers going into a quivering because both other metaserkers and metaslayers went to help them 'ease down'. The 'quivering' was not the berserker battle state of the supposed metajects but a side-effect.

 

Metaborg cyborgs were busy unloading autorobotic monorail trolleys of their loads of cubecanisters full of equipment-supplies but mostly supplies; these were the most common, the mobile, kinds.

 

Metaplants had settled down peacefully in a big soil-bed, beneath solar lamps, where they would wait peacefully until sent to more permanent chambers that they would share with others.

 

Metadroids, metahuman like androids, and metabots robots of varied kinds, were quite common as they were being created faster than were other metatypes despite they having that something special in them that made them metafolk.

 

As Josie11K22 walked casually amongst the metafolk, she began to psyke that something odd was happening there. At first she could not quite perceive what it might be.

Edited March 21, 2017 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

MFFF 27.2[60]

 

Josie11K22: “Metamind, there are too many metafolk here. The numbers do not add up to that which last arose through the Metagame and, officially, only they came here apart from a much smaller number of metafolk from else where, sent to be with them.”

 

Metamind: “Well spotted! The Metacube has been expanding, transdimensionally, and growing in complexity, adaptability, and with new functionality.”

 

Metamind: “New metaphasms are being process-produced in large numbers. Metaphasms are able to take up the basic shape of other metatypes but they lack the exotic abilities of metafolk. They can-will not leave the Metacube. They are linked to the metamind, oneself, through the Metacube in a fashion impossible to explain.”

 

Metamind: “New type metaforms are extensions-expressions of the Metacube and are able to take many shapes as solid projections. They can not exist outside of the Metacube.”

 

Josie11K22 found that somehow she could easily sense who the metaphasms were amongst the other metatypes and so could other metafolk. Mostly they looked like neuter metahumans in typical new type powersuits to be worn with, or with out, power armour.

 

Metaforms were appearing as solidly useful shapeforms from kinds like units being, multilimbed, metaformbots to big useful metaformic structures.

 

One metaform was now a multiple platform living-working substructure melded to a big wall of the great domechamber.

 

A sparkling shimmering shivering went through everybody and everything as another transformation process took place or was it just an obvious moment in a much bigger, drawn out, generally more hidden transformation process taking place.

 

It was then that Josie11K22 saw a metaform pattern emerging on, projecting out from, one great previously blank wall area. At once she knew that it was vitally important just as she knew, through metamind, that copies of it were emerging across the Metacube; one was in the enlarged Central Command Chamber. A few things that once made only vague sense, or no sense at all, suddenly began to do so.

Edited April 12, 2017 by Maharg67

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MFFF 28.1[61]

 

It happened inside the Moon. Alarms chimed through out the People's Lunar Collective fortress as cloned amazons, in trizipower armour, darted through the tunnels with their weapons. With them went combat robots and projected solid holographic avatars. The Puritanes, not historical Puritans, were making a surprise attack as expected and planned for.

 

Clumsy, over heavy, Puritanic Ironsides stomped through tunnels in big oversized mecha power suits. Ironsides were elitist fanatics but with them went lighter armoured-armed Expendables forced to go before the Ironsides that would kill them if they tried to retreat.

 

Puritane thinking constantly mistook big, powerful, weapons and warmachines for true strategy, tactics and logistics in warfare. That is they didn't think enough about what was happening. In the past they had treacherously attacked and wiped out smaller Lunar Factions, intimidated others into surrender, but the PLC was different.

 

Expendables were Puritanes who did not want to fight, who were forced into battle; they were convicts or social misfits or some simply because they were outspoken women. Over a third of Expendables were always women.

 

The Expendables expected to meet their doom as they ended up stumbling through dark, cramped, tunnels and chambers. They began to fall into comfortable mattress lined pits, to fall semiconscious because of the heavier than air gas that was there.

 

Ironsides had a less wholesome fate as one after another they exploded with armour piercing minimissles smashing into them or dropped into exploding pits or slicing energy blades, striking horizontally above the height of any Expendables. Stumbling around, the fanatics began to surrender.

 

With amazing speed the battle was over and then the well planned counter attack began. Jetpackamons, in special trizipower armour, shot through the air while Amazomons came on foot, in standard trizipower armour, or in fast moving AGCs (antigravitycraft). Soon they had left behind quasigravity and were into low gravity effects.

Edited March 21, 2017 by Maharg67