The Amazing Abominable Woman

A Story by Abishai100

Fictional portrait of life mechanics engineering drawing deep superstitions of civilizations mezzanines for conscious library-changelings.

A pseudo-scifi yarn for pre-'25. Thanks for reading (and have a safe/happy New Year's, all),

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I had a special vision while working on a prosthetics system for enhanced mobility for handicapped/injured women, after working/studying as a pro-medicine human/female systems analyst in the West (American Homeland). This vision concerned a somewhat stranger view that the universe of known sentient beings of contrasting physique members of reproductive contact (males and females!) was divided, into two kinds of conscious beings, one organic and sensitive to the needs and wishes and desires of others, democratic even; and the other one being more martial, metallic, mysterious and even malicious (or antisocial). Sure, this view for sentient being differences was fueled by my pro-medicine fascination with prosthetics enhanced human consciousness for spirit. What if males/females were imagined to be immersed (more completely!) in a form-awareness of organic and 'machinery' divisions (Selfie-like)?

I had recruited a special 'volunteer' for my pro-medicine study of the lifestyle consciousness impact of prosthetics on Earth prior to having these deeper visions of organics/machinery contours for sentient being self-awareness. This volunteer, a gorgeous acrobat, was severely injured and required a special sophisticated body-mobilization prosthetics 'invention' I engineered at my new science company in the West (American Homeland) called LifeMind ('LM'). I thought I'd win the Nobel Prize now/finally (Selfie-like!).

TANYA: I'm a miracle, doc!

ME: You're my amazing/abominable woman, Tanya (thanx).

TANYA: I feel like my crippling injury never (even) happened (wow).

ME: See...now you can do more now than just reproduce and cook, Tanya.

TANYA: Well, I can't be part of the acrobat-circus anymore, however (ha).

ME: No, but you're as radiant as ever, and you're my special vanity forever.

TANYA: I feel like all this self-physique wonders draws in me cool ambition.

ME: What'd you mean?

I write this short story-tell about my miracle-abominable woman of prosthetics (Tanya), my pro-med 'volunteer' for wonders in the West (American Homeland), because she'd become a leviathan or a monster (damn). Consumed by the vanity infused in her with my very-special body-restorations prosthetics-suit innovation for post-injury lifestyle restoration(s) of the heart and mind, Tanya decided to scale a giant amusement-tower in the West (American Homeland), declaring herself as the modern civilization oddity for flexibility. I now thought (deeply/seriously) about that weird/eerie vison I had of a universe being contrast of sentient males/females of an entirely organic/sensitive quality and those of a completely mechanical/selfish quality (or nature!). My amazing/abominable woman of consciousness, Tanya, made me feel like a living game-master...but that's another story altogether (Facebook-like).