All she remembered at first….was the burning…..the second sensation was nothing.
There had been a crash. A bad one.
Having always been the one to volunteer for these experimental planes and stuff, it should have been expected. But the rush had always been worth it. The feeling of the unknown at the finger tips….now they were numb….or maybe even gone for all she knew.
-“You look smashed,” the voice said.
She had been laying in a bed for what seems like forever. This was the first voice that wasn’t telling her it was gonna be alright.
-“I mean, like, really fucking crashed,” Red hair…the woman talking had red hair. Very vividly red hair.
-“I had thought maybe there might have been something you wanted to keep but well…if it was, it isn’t in this room.”
Red hair spoke for a while, explaining the offer. She had been looking for volunteers, for “pilots” and sense the blue haired (was it blue? She hadn’t seen it sense waking up) had been one before, maybe she’d be a good fit. All it would have taken was for me to give up certain “bodily privileges” as Red hair worded it. All things considering, She was glad to get any return…anything to give her life meaning again.

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Here is Cryptophore's winning idea on Patreon : A potgirl or a drastically reduced person fitted in an exo-skeleton. Quite the sci-fi idea!

Took me a while to complete, as I am quite bad with Mecha designs, but I'm happy with it in the end. I followed Cryptophore's recommendations on this one: MEC-Trooper look (kinda), half-shaved for cyberpunk-look, etc...