Uber Jason - Absorption 1

He more or less walked over the first group of live humans he encountered. Some fell under him immediately, their bodies crunching and squishing with every step he took. The rest fell back and some of them ended up under his feet anyway, while others ran.

As always, their weapons were no good against him; as always, they fired on him anyways, as though they were convinced that if they persevered, something would change.

In fact, something had changed, but not what they had wanted or expected. Jason's body was now absorbing a certain percentage of the incendiary shot that one of the less-than-savvy armory grunts had loaded so many of the weapons with. It deflected only what it didn't need, and the nanos made use of the extra energy and materials. The process was not perceptible to the naked eye and even if it had been, it probably would have taken a very long time for anyone to notice under these circumstances. Jason himself didn't know exactly what was happening. All he knew was that the more they fired at him, the stronger he became.

He waded into them, marched over them, swung his machete from side to side and swept the pieces out of his way. The humans started to look smaller to him after a while, as if he were actually growing as he made his way through the corridors to open areas, down stairways and across terraces and mezzanines, mowing down the ones in front of him, shrugging off those who flung themselves at him from behind or sprang out of hiding to lunge at him.

The closer he got to the energy source, the more agitated the nanos inside him became and, paradoxically, the less attention he paid to them. He moved in the desired direction, quickly and without delay, crashing through wall if he had to, not caring to wait for the nanos to do it their way. Live things kept coming to him and at him. They fed energy into him and he crushed them, sliced them, pounded them down and wiped them out.

Many of them were now choking and gagging from the high concentration of incendiary chemicals that had built up as well as the fumes from the fires they had caused and the stink left behind after the system of emergency nanos put them out. Combined with the smell of their own fear and the ominously heavy and horrific order that was characteristic of massive quantities of blood, there might of been nothing to breathe but panic and death.

	Jason X: The Experiment - Pages 106-107