Now that I possess powerful new abilities, I can sense electromagnetic waves, manipulate them, and analyze their data.
The possibilities are limitless. I can now sync GPS signals with my internal display. It feels like I'm moving further away from my humanity, but is it evolution? If it keeps me alive, then it's all right. I am not well-versed in science, and if I were to die, would I reincarnate, or would I simply vanish into the void?
I prefer to stay on the side of the living.
I can also detect signals, and when I turn my head, some signals become stronger. With my wings and horns, the signal is amplified, like a parabolic antenna with transmitters and receivers in the horns. The pain in my horns during this experiment confirms my theory. I contemplate the idea of sending broadcasts using waves instead of ultrasounds. I feel like a radar, similar to a combat flight simulator screen.
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No, that can't be true. I've done it...
I now have an Ironman-like HUD!
So, I can predictably target with lightning and fire and adjust the power as needed. I can lock onto several targets and know precisely where to strike.
All right, I can see them on the map, the tracker signals, and where we are and where we're headed.
Okay! Now that we're renegades, and everyone I designate is approaching, I'm going to deactivate all the trackers.
All the wolves and released animals gather in front of me. I take my sharpest claw, locate the tracker, and make a small incision, more like a sting than a cut. With the tip, I remove the bug. I show everyone the insect to prove my point.
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"Don't destroy them; we must be smarter than them. If we destroy them, they'll rush in here, and we'll be in trouble. Toads and birds will be fed with the detectors mixed with meat so they don't suspect us and hunt frogs." I suggest, and the pack agrees.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," they laugh in their hearts.
So, after rubbing the cuts with my saliva...
"Why are you spitting on our wounds?" one of them asks.
"My saliva is highly flammable and kills off any tiny parasites that might give you tainted blood or infections," I explain.
Then, all of a sudden, the 30 wolves follow me to the northeast. They are followed by 10 animals of other species, mainly foxes and lynxes. Most of the herbivores opt to stay behind as the wolves move away.
Meanwhile, at the Berlin Zoo's tracker observation center:
All the trackers converge and stay close to the den.
Abnormal heart rate and temperature drop readings.
Automatic emails are sent from the server.
McGyvor is shouting on the phone: "Is the net gun ready? Yes? Yes? Yes? Okay, and the AIR BALL GUN? Yes? Great, we can move on to the next step. Yes, yes, yes, yes, are you sure it's non-lethal? Okay, so it incapacitates the prey with electric shock, like a taser? Yes, I understand, unlike a taser, it doesn't need needles stuck in the skin to work... Yes, yes, I get it, the ball adheres like glue through pressure and releases the electric shock while monitoring the heart rate to limit the intensity. Is this the latest non-lethal military technology? Well...
And the cage, is it ready? We'll need heavy lifting. Oh, and it's a steerable helium balloon, yes, it can lift tons.
We're emptying the old marina, without water, the walls will be very high, and the glass will be tempered. Yes, and the marina has a roof? A grid? Yes, that's better. Perfect. Tomorrow is the hunt. Yes YES, as promised, half of the money is already in your account, the rest when it's in the marina. In Berlin, of course.
ICH BIN EINE BERLINER hahahahahaha, see you, Mr. Sarge."
Sergeant to X: "Yes, I understand, once we deliver it, we'll be paid. If they decide to keep it, that's another matter. We'll leave them with a small sample so they can study how to heal it and keep it alive, potentially for reproductive purposes. Yes, yes, I get it, it's a state secret. We'll notify you if it poses a potential weapon."