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Loveless 0- Prologue

This world we live in…run by greed and mankind’s lust for power.  As technology grew, there came only new ways to make money and new ways to gain power.  And there was no better way to gain money and power than war.  If you build the machines that wage the war, you hold the money and the power.  What else can you profit from in war?  One could profit by quenching the misery of those involved in it.  Oh…and how much more money one could make by also simultaneously causing the misery.  Hell…how much more power and money you could have if you propagated the war…and fed the fire on both sides…oh how powerful indeed.  Those stupid sheep won’t even know what they are fighting!
-Herr Nachtlichter

The year was 4045.  Technology hadn’t changed very much from today.  Computers became smaller and more advanced; our cars became more fuel efficient and much more artistic looking, and robots and bipedal tanks were common place.  The Earth was choking to death on the fumes of our factories and the landscape looked more desolate than ever.  A world war ravaged the Earth.  No one knew what the war was about or why we were fighting.  All we knew was what the enemy had taken from us…our loved ones, our homeland.  My name is Juno…and New Berlin is my home…although it doesn’t feel like home anymore.  Everyone I knew or loved is gone.  My father went off to work for some company a long time ago and never came back…leaving my mother, sister, and me alone.  And then the war came.  The enemy…those American bastards…they attacked us in such a way to torture us with loneliness.  They attacked with CASKET (Chromosome Activated Silent Killing Eradication Technology) bombs.  These bombs chose their targets based on DNA sequences.  In our case they decided to kill off all the women.  It was awful…no matter how far they ran, or held their breath…they died anyways.  My mother died cooking dinner and my little sister died playing with her dolls.  They both just fell over as the queer cloud of smoke filled the house.  There wasn’t even a warning like an explosion, just the aftermath and the scent of death.  My mother crumpled in the corner with blood pouring from her nose, with the veins in her face starting to turn purple as the blood came to rest in them.  My sister’s death was far more disconcerting.  Her dolls were covered in dried vomit and blood as she choked on the fumes and died.  I wasn’t there though…I was with the one I loved.  Sethra…the one I was supposed to be with forever.  Instead of seeing my family die, I got to see the one I loved most crumple in my arms and die, and ironically I didn’t get to go with her.  What a cruel joke America played on us…I hate them.  They took everything from me, and I had nothing left.
-Juno Ashguard

Loveless 0- Chapter 1: Tainted Rebirth

Juno awoke from his fitful slumber and opened his eyes to the sight of another day of desolation.  He no longer lived in the house where he found his mother and sister dead.  It was an apartment he leased with the money he had inherited from his mother.  He lived in the depths of Neo Berlin where it was safe.  Neo Berlin was fortified and protected by the military.  The only problem living in the city was the constant stomping of mecha patrolling the streets at night.  Juno rarely ever got a good night’s sleep…even if the mecha weren’t stomping around.  But on the plus side the city did have everything he ever needed.  There was a small convenience store around the corner, and a little diner he often went to for a bite to eat.  Other than that, he spent most of his days at home strumming his guitar or watching TV.  His mother’s passing had left him with a lot of money, and his father’s royalty checks kept flowing in.  Juno’s father had passed on a whole ago.  With no relatives to ask, Juno really didn’t know anything about his father other than he used to work for some big company and he had died in an accident on site.  Juno really didn’t care since he had abandoned him and his sister Verthandi.  But he was thankful for all the cash that flowed in from his life insurance and royalty checks.  Juno was far too depressed to hold a steady job anyways.  The only thing he really wanted to do was to help defeat the American bastards who had taken everything away from him.
      His apartment was a simple one bedroom apartment with a dirty kitchen.  He very rarely ever cooked.  His mother never really got around to teaching him, and his fiancée Sethra always used to cook for him.  He looked over at the door to the room he would never open again.  It was Sethra’s old room.  He always kept the door locked.  It hurt so much to enter the room he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of her old stuff.  So he simply kept the door shut and took great offense when people tried to enter or even inquired about what was in the room.  His very soul still had a gaping wound from the loss he suffered, and being reminded of what was behind the door was like being doused in salt.  He got up and searched his pile of clothing for something clean.  Today was one of the few days he would leave his house.  Every month he would travel to the cemetery to take care of his family’s grave, and to spend some time at Sethra’s grave.
      Women were completely non-existent after the CASKET bombing occurred.  But lately Juno had been noticing something peculiar.  Even on his drive out of town, he saw several women walking down the street.  But something was odd, their bodies seemed almost too perfect, their hair almost seemed metallic, they seemed…manmade.  Which had to be the case…all the women died.  It must have been another wonderful creation of the Bitri Corporation.  The Bitri Corporation was the inventor of so many wonderful creations.  From the mecha roaming our city, to the electronics in our homes…they made everything…and now they were replacing the dead with now cybernetic constructs....god bless the Bitri Corporation.  Juno realized of course even owning a robotic vacuum cleaner was out of his price range.  Besides that…a machine could never replace what he had lost.
      As he approached the grave site he noticed something very wrong.  The very pristine gates had been rendered asunder…so much so that he had to enter on foot from that point.  He found the small cemetery in ruins; graves were broken and toppled among craters which seemed to be from a stray mortar shell.  Once he emerged onto the clearing with his family’s graves they were no where to be found.  He didn’t even have a landmark to distinguish where they were initially.  He was so angry and sad at the same time, that his emotions completely cancelled one another out.  He couldn’t cry and he couldn’t scream.  He wandered further into the cemetery, and into the woods behind the cemetery to find where he had buried Sethra.  Fortunately whatever fighting had gone on hadn’t touched the small field in the woods.  He knew Sethra would like it here.  It was gorgeous; just a small open spot among a sea of trees.  He had stayed here until it got dark the night he buried her, and tonight was no exception.  There was nothing he could do to ease his suffering.  Everything he loved was taken from him in seconds.  If he had Sethra back, everything would be okay.  He looked to the sky and wondered if God was listening to him.  Then in a few moments it started to thunder and pour down raining.  “Thank you god” Juno shouted sarcastically to the sky.  He then trudged back to his vehicle almost ready to give up.  But interestingly, God was listening.  God just didn’t know if Juno would like his answer.

      Back in New Berlin, in a laboratory far from the public eye, the lights flickered as the storm outside raged on.  A scientist named Dr. Mulleimer was about to start the programming sequence on the next batch of robots.  These robots known as the XX-7 series to the public served many purposes, although they were mainly made as expensive, intelligent sex toys.  The lab had a row of eight tubes along the back wall.  They were all connected to Dr. Mulleimer’s computer by a variety of cables.  Hoses connected to different vats of chemicals.  Each tube had a frame inside it…a frame of a human being.  The skeletal frames were composed of the same alloys used in mecha production, and fitted with a similar intelligence chip.  Unfortunately the XX-7 was only really intelligent enough to do what its master told it to do, just like a war mecha would.  Dr. Mulleimer checked each tube to make doubly sure that everything was nominal.  Normally production would be halted during a storm, but a very urgent order needed to be filled.  Dr. Mulleimer tugged on the hoses one last time to make sure the connections were tight and then went back to his computer.  “Now commencing skin formation” he recorded on his tape log.  With the typing of a command, chemicals started to fill the tubes around the skeletal frames.  After a few moments the excess dripped off the frame onto the open space on the bottom of the tube.  Another chemical filled the tube to catalyze the skin and make it become a solid instead of a liquid.  After the skin had set Dr. Mulleimer went about injecting the simulated fat into the new bodies.  He tugged the hose around to each one and started artistically injecting the filling into each one, making it to his client’s standards.  As he came to the last one he started to inject it.  He left his favorite part until last…the chest.  He finished the rest of the body and then started the breasts…but to his dismay, the pump had run out of the filling.  He picked up the phone and called supplies.
      “Supplies!”  Mulleimer rattled on the phone.
      “Yes sir?”  The man on the other end answered.
      “We need more XX-7 body filling material up here pronto!” Mulleimer yelled
      “I told you earlier sir, we ran out yesterday…what you have there will have to do.”  The man from supplies said dotingly.
      “Damn it!  Then how will I finish the last one?”  Mulleimer said clearly frustrated.
      “Just give it small ones; I doubt the client will care very much.”
      “But he wanted them big!  Oh well, screw it…thanks anyways.”  Mulleimer said slamming the phone down.
      Dr. Mulleimer went back to the tubes and closed them all off again to begin the final processes.  A chemical sprayed onto the scalp of the prepared XX-7 models and long white hair grew from the scalps almost instantaneously.  Once the hair growing process was done, he proceeded to charge them.  The tubes were filled with a particularly shimmering liquid and Dr. Mulleimer pulled a final safety lever to start the process.  The once beautiful liquid took on an almost bloody appearance and then faded to the deepest darkest black.  With a brilliant crackle of light, the liquid soaked into the prepared frames.  Their skin color suddenly came to life and their hair colors all changed in the blink of an eye to a random color.  The final XX-7 model’s hair had turned a light green.  Dr. Mulleimer mused to himself about how much he hated not being able to control hair color.  The green haired one would have to have her dyed for the client.  He scooted off the office chair to go take his lunch break while everything went through its final procedures.  The programming process had begun.  The other seven XX-7 models remained perfectly still, but the eighth one seems to struggle as the programming was fed into it.  Its eyes flashed open for the briefest of moments, but soon shut again as the programming took control.  Dr. Mulleimer smiled and laughed to himself, “Trying to fight the programming…how futile.”  He grabbed the burrito from his lunch bag and went to the lunch room to throw it in the microwave.  He set it to two minutes and pressed start.  Just as he pressed start the power went out from the storm.  “GOD DAMN IT!  MY BURRITO!” he screamed angrily.  But the burrito was the least of his worries.
      When he returned to the lab to check on the XX-7’s after the power came back on, he found the last tube smashed and the window open.  The programming had completed on the other 7, but on number 8 the programming had only reached 99%.  Mulleimer panicked and called security.
      “Security!  Dispatch a Totenmaschine immediately!  One of the XX-7’s escaped and its programming wasn’t complete!  Reclaim it at all costs!” Mulleimer screamed, blasting the phone with bits of half eaten burrito.  The green haired robot had already started on its way into the downtown of New Berlin.  It was at the time when it walked in front a certain diner that all hell broke loose.

      Juno had stopped by his favorite diner on the way back from the cemetery for some chicken friend steak.  He was in an even lower mood than usual.  Of course everyone was, so no one thought less of him for it.  The owner of the diner Al, had just bought one of those new female robots that Juno had seen walking down the street.  Juno was slightly envious.  The robot really did look just like Al’s old wife…a little younger and easier to look at where it counted.  But something still didn’t seem right about it.  It looked like a human, but its eyes lacked any hint of a soul and it’s body was pale and cold looking.  The eyes were very dull in appearance and they made loud whirring noises when they focused on something else.  The voice although very human sometime sounded monotone and sometimes incorrectly changed tone and sounded computerized.  But still it was better than nothing for poor old Al.  He loved his old lady to death.  Juno finished up his meal and headed out.  As he was walking out a naked green haired girl ran into him.  “Hey watch it!” he said turning in her general direction.  As she turned to look at him, he gasped.  She looked familiar to him.  The girl still continued to run sobbing the whole way.  He turned and saw her assailant.  A Polzei mecha about one and a half times bigger than him pushed him out of the way, smashing him through the plate glass window of the diner.  Al rushed over to Juno helped him up.  He looked at Al and apologized for the window.  Al didn’t blame him…those stupid Polzei mecha were always messing up people’s things.  But who was that girl he wondered.  He walked home in the still falling rain with a slight limp from the hit he had taken from the Polzei robot.  When he reached his apartments he saw a hint of green as he ascended the steps.  He came back down the steps and found the naked girl he had seen running earlier huddled among the garbage quivering.  Juno felt like he was staring a ghost in the face as she looked at him with those purple eyes filled with sadness and fear.
      “You are…” Juno started to say.
      “My name is Sethra…how may I service you today?” the girl said back to him.

Description
Loveless 0- Prologue

This world we live in…run by greed and mankind’s lust for power.  As technology grew, there came only new ways to make money and new ways to gain power.  And there was no better way to gain money and power than war.  If you build the machines that wage the war, you hold the money and the power.  What else can you profit from in war?  One could profit by quenching the misery of those involved in it.  Oh…and how much more money one could make by also simultaneously causing the misery.  Hell…how much more power and money you could have if you propagated the war…and fed the fire on both sides…oh how powerful indeed.  Those stupid sheep won’t even know what they are fighting!
-Herr Nachtlichter

The year was 4045.  Technology hadn’t changed very much from today.  Computers became smaller and more advanced; our cars became more fuel efficient and much more artistic looking, and robots and bipedal tanks were common place.  The Earth was choking to death on the fumes of our factories and the landscape looked more desolate than ever.  A world war ravaged the Earth.  No one knew what the war was about or why we were fighting.  All we knew was what the enemy had taken from us…our loved ones, our homeland.  My name is Juno…and New Berlin is my home…although it doesn’t feel like home anymore.  Everyone I knew or loved is gone.  My father went off to work for some company a long time ago and never came back…leaving my mother, sister, and me alone.  And then the war came.  The enemy…those American bastards…they attacked us in such a way to torture us with loneliness.  They attacked with CASKET (Chromosome Activated Silent Killing Eradication Technology) bombs.  These bombs chose their targets based on DNA sequences.  In our case they decided to kill off all the women.  It was awful…no matter how far they ran, or held their breath…they died anyways.  My mother died cooking dinner and my little sister died playing with her dolls.  They both just fell over as the queer cloud of smoke filled the house.  There wasn’t even a warning like an explosion, just the aftermath and the scent of death.  My mother crumpled in the corner with blood pouring from her nose, with the veins in her face starting to turn purple as the blood came to rest in them.  My sister’s death was far more disconcerting.  Her dolls were covered in dried vomit and blood as she choked on the fumes and died.  I wasn’t there though…I was with the one I loved.  Sethra…the one I was supposed to be with forever.  Instead of seeing my family die, I got to see the one I loved most crumple in my arms and die, and ironically I didn’t get to go with her.  What a cruel joke America played on us…I hate them.  They took everything from me, and I had nothing left.
-Juno Ashguard

Loveless 0- Chapter 1: Tainted Rebirth

Juno awoke from his fitful slumber and opened his eyes to the sight of another day of desolation.  He no longer lived in the house where he found his mother and sister dead.  It was an apartment he leased with the money he had inherited from his mother.  He lived in the depths of Neo Berlin where it was safe.  Neo Berlin was fortified and protected by the military.  The only problem living in the city was the constant stomping of mecha patrolling the streets at night.  Juno rarely ever got a good night’s sleep…even if the mecha weren’t stomping around.  But on the plus side the city did have everything he ever needed.  There was a small convenience store around the corner, and a little diner he often went to for a bite to eat.  Other than that, he spent most of his days at home strumming his guitar or watching TV.  His mother’s passing had left him with a lot of money, and his father’s royalty checks kept flowing in.  Juno’s father had passed on a whole ago.  With no relatives to ask, Juno really didn’t know anything about his father other than he used to work for some big company and he had died in an accident on site.  Juno really didn’t care since he had abandoned him and his sister Verthandi.  But he was thankful for all the cash that flowed in from his life insurance and royalty checks.  Juno was far too depressed to hold a steady job anyways.  The only thing he really wanted to do was to help defeat the American bastards who had taken everything away from him.
      His apartment was a simple one bedroom apartment with a dirty kitchen.  He very rarely ever cooked.  His mother never really got around to teaching him, and his fiancée Sethra always used to cook for him.  He looked over at the door to the room he would never open again.  It was Sethra’s old room.  He always kept the door locked.  It hurt so much to enter the room he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of her old stuff.  So he simply kept the door shut and took great offense when people tried to enter or even inquired about what was in the room.  His very soul still had a gaping wound from the loss he suffered, and being reminded of what was behind the door was like being doused in salt.  He got up and searched his pile of clothing for something clean.  Today was one of the few days he would leave his house.  Every month he would travel to the cemetery to take care of his family’s grave, and to spend some time at Sethra’s grave.
      Women were completely non-existent after the CASKET bombing occurred.  But lately Juno had been noticing something peculiar.  Even on his drive out of town, he saw several women walking down the street.  But something was odd, their bodies seemed almost too perfect, their hair almost seemed metallic, they seemed…manmade.  Which had to be the case…all the women died.  It must have been another wonderful creation of the Bitri Corporation.  The Bitri Corporation was the inventor of so many wonderful creations.  From the mecha roaming our city, to the electronics in our homes…they made everything…and now they were replacing the dead with now cybernetic constructs....god bless the Bitri Corporation.  Juno realized of course even owning a robotic vacuum cleaner was out of his price range.  Besides that…a machine could never replace what he had lost.
      As he approached the grave site he noticed something very wrong.  The very pristine gates had been rendered asunder…so much so that he had to enter on foot from that point.  He found the small cemetery in ruins; graves were broken and toppled among craters which seemed to be from a stray mortar shell.  Once he emerged onto the clearing with his family’s graves they were no where to be found.  He didn’t even have a landmark to distinguish where they were initially.  He was so angry and sad at the same time, that his emotions completely cancelled one another out.  He couldn’t cry and he couldn’t scream.  He wandered further into the cemetery, and into the woods behind the cemetery to find where he had buried Sethra.  Fortunately whatever fighting had gone on hadn’t touched the small field in the woods.  He knew Sethra would like it here.  It was gorgeous; just a small open spot among a sea of trees.  He had stayed here until it got dark the night he buried her, and tonight was no exception.  There was nothing he could do to ease his suffering.  Everything he loved was taken from him in seconds.  If he had Sethra back, everything would be okay.  He looked to the sky and wondered if God was listening to him.  Then in a few moments it started to thunder and pour down raining.  “Thank you god” Juno shouted sarcastically to the sky.  He then trudged back to his vehicle almost ready to give up.  But interestingly, God was listening.  God just didn’t know if Juno would like his answer.

      Back in New Berlin, in a laboratory far from the public eye, the lights flickered as the storm outside raged on.  A scientist named Dr. Mulleimer was about to start the programming sequence on the next batch of robots.  These robots known as the XX-7 series to the public served many purposes, although they were mainly made as expensive, intelligent sex toys.  The lab had a row of eight tubes along the back wall.  They were all connected to Dr. Mulleimer’s computer by a variety of cables.  Hoses connected to different vats of chemicals.  Each tube had a frame inside it…a frame of a human being.  The skeletal frames were composed of the same alloys used in mecha production, and fitted with a similar intelligence chip.  Unfortunately the XX-7 was only really intelligent enough to do what its master told it to do, just like a war mecha would.  Dr. Mulleimer checked each tube to make doubly sure that everything was nominal.  Normally production would be halted during a storm, but a very urgent order needed to be filled.  Dr. Mulleimer tugged on the hoses one last time to make sure the connections were tight and then went back to his computer.  “Now commencing skin formation” he recorded on his tape log.  With the typing of a command, chemicals started to fill the tubes around the skeletal frames.  After a few moments the excess dripped off the frame onto the open space on the bottom of the tube.  Another chemical filled the tube to catalyze the skin and make it become a solid instead of a liquid.  After the skin had set Dr. Mulleimer went about injecting the simulated fat into the new bodies.  He tugged the hose around to each one and started artistically injecting the filling into each one, making it to his client’s standards.  As he came to the last one he started to inject it.  He left his favorite part until last…the chest.  He finished the rest of the body and then started the breasts…but to his dismay, the pump had run out of the filling.  He picked up the phone and called supplies.
      “Supplies!”  Mulleimer rattled on the phone.
      “Yes sir?”  The man on the other end answered.
      “We need more XX-7 body filling material up here pronto!” Mulleimer yelled
      “I told you earlier sir, we ran out yesterday…what you have there will have to do.”  The man from supplies said dotingly.
      “Damn it!  Then how will I finish the last one?”  Mulleimer said clearly frustrated.
      “Just give it small ones; I doubt the client will care very much.”
      “But he wanted them big!  Oh well, screw it…thanks anyways.”  Mulleimer said slamming the phone down.
      Dr. Mulleimer went back to the tubes and closed them all off again to begin the final processes.  A chemical sprayed onto the scalp of the prepared XX-7 models and long white hair grew from the scalps almost instantaneously.  Once the hair growing process was done, he proceeded to charge them.  The tubes were filled with a particularly shimmering liquid and Dr. Mulleimer pulled a final safety lever to start the process.  The once beautiful liquid took on an almost bloody appearance and then faded to the deepest darkest black.  With a brilliant crackle of light, the liquid soaked into the prepared frames.  Their skin color suddenly came to life and their hair colors all changed in the blink of an eye to a random color.  The final XX-7 model’s hair had turned a light green.  Dr. Mulleimer mused to himself about how much he hated not being able to control hair color.  The green haired one would have to have her dyed for the client.  He scooted off the office chair to go take his lunch break while everything went through its final procedures.  The programming process had begun.  The other seven XX-7 models remained perfectly still, but the eighth one seems to struggle as the programming was fed into it.  Its eyes flashed open for the briefest of moments, but soon shut again as the programming took control.  Dr. Mulleimer smiled and laughed to himself, “Trying to fight the programming…how futile.”  He grabbed the burrito from his lunch bag and went to the lunch room to throw it in the microwave.  He set it to two minutes and pressed start.  Just as he pressed start the power went out from the storm.  “GOD DAMN IT!  MY BURRITO!” he screamed angrily.  But the burrito was the least of his worries.
      When he returned to the lab to check on the XX-7’s after the power came back on, he found the last tube smashed and the window open.  The programming had completed on the other 7, but on number 8 the programming had only reached 99%.  Mulleimer panicked and called security.
      “Security!  Dispatch a Totenmaschine immediately!  One of the XX-7’s escaped and its programming wasn’t complete!  Reclaim it at all costs!” Mulleimer screamed, blasting the phone with bits of half eaten burrito.  The green haired robot had already started on its way into the downtown of New Berlin.  It was at the time when it walked in front a certain diner that all hell broke loose.

      Juno had stopped by his favorite diner on the way back from the cemetery for some chicken friend steak.  He was in an even lower mood than usual.  Of course everyone was, so no one thought less of him for it.  The owner of the diner Al, had just bought one of those new female robots that Juno had seen walking down the street.  Juno was slightly envious.  The robot really did look just like Al’s old wife…a little younger and easier to look at where it counted.  But something still didn’t seem right about it.  It looked like a human, but its eyes lacked any hint of a soul and it’s body was pale and cold looking.  The eyes were very dull in appearance and they made loud whirring noises when they focused on something else.  The voice although very human sometime sounded monotone and sometimes incorrectly changed tone and sounded computerized.  But still it was better than nothing for poor old Al.  He loved his old lady to death.  Juno finished up his meal and headed out.  As he was walking out a naked green haired girl ran into him.  “Hey watch it!” he said turning in her general direction.  As she turned to look at him, he gasped.  She looked familiar to him.  The girl still continued to run sobbing the whole way.  He turned and saw her assailant.  A Polzei mecha about one and a half times bigger than him pushed him out of the way, smashing him through the plate glass window of the diner.  Al rushed over to Juno helped him up.  He looked at Al and apologized for the window.  Al didn’t blame him…those stupid Polzei mecha were always messing up people’s things.  But who was that girl he wondered.  He walked home in the still falling rain with a slight limp from the hit he had taken from the Polzei robot.  When he reached his apartments he saw a hint of green as he ascended the steps.  He came back down the steps and found the naked girl he had seen running earlier huddled among the garbage quivering.  Juno felt like he was staring a ghost in the face as she looked at him with those purple eyes filled with sadness and fear.
      “You are…” Juno started to say.
      “My name is Sethra…how may I service you today?” the girl said back to him.