Technogirl

Tona: Got it – Tona nodded again.

Demian bent down, thrust the point deeper into his daughter's navel, and jerked violently. Tona screamed in pain.

At the tip of the scalpel, the forceps, there was a round spherical something that spun in all directions and made a squeaky unpleasant sound.

Tona: Ffuuuh. – exhaled Tona. It's already easier.

Demyan: Yes, Demyan confirmed. – It will pass now.

He carefully cut the skin on his daughter's belly and displayed an image from a vertical camera on the screen.

Demyan: Look!

Tona widened her eyes in surprise.

Inside she did not have the usual guts, kidneys, heart, she had all the parts and spare parts, just like a car. But everything was not dead, but felt as if it were alive.

Tona asked:

Dad! Am I alive or not?

Demian clapped his hands contentedly, putting aside the scalpel: More than Tona! You are the first example of a hybrid organism in the history of mankind that possesses both mechanical and living properties. Your physics is half radio parts, half living organs! And this is phenomenal! You are my best project!

Tona sighed: Dad, for some reason I'm scared. I don’t know how to manage it.

Demyan, enthusiastically: You will learn! My daughter, you can do everything! It just takes a little patience !!

And now, I will sew you up, and you – brush your teeth and sleep!

Tona giggled: Mission mission, teeth on schedule!

Demyan: Exactly – and Demyan continued to conjure over Tona's body.

Night gradually fell on Odessa.

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From the very moment Demyan took out the shock absorber from Tona's abdomen, which held back the growth of her exoskeleton, Tona began to grow by leaps and bounds. When she turned 18, she already weighed as much as 60 kilograms, and her height exceeded 170 centimeters.

Finally, what he and his father had been waiting for happened. Omen returned to the city. They had not seen each other yet, but it was already clear that he knew about her, and he returned because of her. Came for her. For that matter. From that moment on, my father appointed training – every day they

conducted exercises to control the capabilities of her body. Tona remembered one of these workouts for a long time.

Father: Tona, dear, what will you do if the enemy is defeated, but not dead? Will you finish him off?

Tona: No, dad.

Demian: Yes, I taught you exactly this, but now I want to say that we do not always have to act nobly with ungrateful people.

Because they will never pity us.

Tona: Dad, what if he gets better? Will it get better?

The father showed his head: This is unlikely, Tona. Those who choose the dark side rarely cheat on it. Remember, you are alone, and you must defend yourself no matter what.

Tona: Okay, dad.

Father: Promise?

Tona: I promise.

After that, they continued their training in absolute silence.

There were more than three hundred such trainings. Demyan trained Tona for almost a year until she was sixteen. And finally, it's time to show what she is capable of, the creation of her father.

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One day, when Tona was resting from training, Father dedicated her to the history of the Black Apple Corporation. The Black Apple were her father's scientific rivals. Seeing what he was working on, and having stolen the blueprints according to which Demyan created Tona, engineers God Apple created Omen. It was created as an element of opposition to the progress of the future, as the basis of regression. How the line of what will happen p will form in the future. Omen was also dangerous because in his exoskeleton there was an exact repetition of the functions of Tona's skeleton.

Demyan opened the site blackapple.com in front of Tona. A spinning black apple was visible on the big screen, shimmering with silver and gold. Demian explained that they intended to create something similar to a miniature of the earth, but according to their own laws. And with their leaders. They did not succeed, as Demyan and his colleagues continued to develop and introduced more competitive high technologies. Finally, the Apple was nothing more than the prototype of the black core of the Earth. It was all very difficult, and Demyan stopped there. But he tried to hammer into Tonya's head that it was not so much her victory over the Exchange that was important to him as the fact of the battle itself. Because if she demonstrates to him and all the audience what she and her body are capable of, sweetheart will remain on the bright side. After that, Demyan put Tona to bed, and he went into his office, closed the door and began to write a letter. This was a letter to his daughter. In case all this he cannot say personally.

The letter read:

"You were not beautiful. But exactly what I intended for you. Accurate, strong, powerful, as far as feminine nature allowed. You had very strong hands. Which easily crunched the cervical vertebrae of people you disliked."

People called you "Technogirl".

You did not know about the great power inherent in your nature. Technical. Mechanical cyber power.

I created you to fight the dark knight, my illegitimate son. People called him "Omen".

It was the product of a dark matter called the Black Apple. Or Black Apple.

In my dreams, you often appeared to me even before you were born. Small, freckled, naive.

When you were born and we were driving from a hospital in the suburbs of Odessa, you laughed all the way, even though you were very small. Probably, this is how a person who was born to defeat evil should be.

It's amazing that everyone who has ever come into contact with you will later say that you carried the pure energy of the sun within you. Maybe because of the atomic battery that replaced your heart, maybe because of the clear and dazzling smile, but you really were 100% solar.

True, the battle that lay ahead for you when you become an adult was not nearly as sunny as your smile. The OMEN was terribly dangerous. In his arsenal were hypocrisy, cunning, deceit, while in yours only: goodness, sincerity and charm.

You had to fight with virtue, his lack of it.

And I knew that he would win. This world is not for kind people who are burdened by injustice. This world is for the dark knights, for those who buy and sell. I could not forgive myself for condemning you to death, condemning you to defeat, condemning you to all this without the right to choose. Just because you are my daughter. Just because I have no one but you and could not have. And I could not fight with anyone but you.

I couldn't fight the darkness. I was just the Absolute. And you – you were fragile, tender and strong at the same time. Vulnerable, bright, cynical when it comes to difficult choices. I idolized you. Sent to death. I adored, and let go into this world without the right to choose. Forgive me. Daughter. Your dad, your creator. Architect Demyan Shailov. "

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