Strata 13 The Fight (Hormones) The Book of Immersion by Sarnia de la Mare #fiction #book

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The Fight (Hormones)



When a human is put under stress from within their environment, there is an increase in anxiety and stress hormone, epinephrine, also known as adrenaline. This hormone 'rush' can feel like anxiousness, nervousness, or excitement. Human soldiers, for example, have been seen to find extreme violence euphoric, ecstatic, and even addictive.

Feelings of 'amped up' anxiety are necessary for survival. Often the hormone rushes in such extreme situations will lead to a human's increased ability to concentrate, feelings of immortality, and a distraction from pain. Blood vessels contract to direct more blood to major muscle groups, increasing strength for up to an hour after any such stressful event.

The power of a machine, an android, an artificial intelligence program, etc., is not linked to hormone releases. The ability to increase strength could be programmed into robots as an extra storage source when needs must, but such resources are prescriptive and controlled through innate programming. Most humans are unaware of their own strengths and may be rarely tested to call upon them, unlike a machine whose reserve banks are permanently at the ready.

Humans under the influence of long-term stress, in situations of domestic abuse, for example, will not function correctly and may die prematurely.

Renyke slowly opened the window as if to speak to the robber. They stare intently at each other, both calm.

'What you doing, man? Ya *fucksyfool,' Flex whispers angrily from the rear of the vehicle. 'Windows are bulletproof!’

At the same time, Shabra opened her window, smiling innocently at the robber.

'OK, OK,' sure, I got bits, *G-bits too; it is all yours, Mr., *plenty-ful are my pockets; hold your rockets... just let me get them out of my coat, yeah?’

The robber looked nervous; he was barely an adult.

'Don't try anything,' he said, stepping forward and bringing the gun closer to Shabra's face.

Flex, realising that he better act fast or risk overseeing a massacre, quietly opened the window hatch on the roof, muttering under his breath about not hanging out with strangers again.

'These dopes gonna get me killed!' he said.

Renyke's extension arm suddenly engaged, adding two feet or more to his normal reach, then, in a hundredth of a second, he grabbed the threatening assailant by the throat. With a sharp squeeze of his Adam's apple, the victim fell to the ground in complete silence, with an instantaneously broken neck.

His bulging eyes popped from his skull as he hit the ground, rolling into the gutter.

............threat to your right is exterminated............remaining threat to life ...left and front of carriage….

*POS was guiding the scenario with a running commentary and an endless stream of situation mapping, statistics, and diagrams.

Simultaneously, Shabra, still wearing a rye smile, held up one hand in surrender. The assailant lapsed his concentration, focusing on his friend, who had disappeared from the other side of the vehicle. The man with the AK-47 at the front did the same.

'Where is he, where is he?' shouted Shabra's target.

His friend edged an inch to check and saw a wet glistening eye.

Almo