Hawkwynde

Bastard daughter of Dr. Bruno, conceived in a test tube combining his seed with Charvelle’s stolen q-DNA, incubated in an artificial womb in 2216, born to and raised by a synthetic birthing mombot. From inception, has a notable giantism signatures in q-DNA with potential for enhancement and initially, no sign of Volcano Eye but clear signs of the new Radiant Eye trait. Hawkwynde grew to a height of 7 foot 11 inches tall by age sixteen.

Born Qiana Moroder, she grew up attended by minderbots along with her much younger sisters.
Preferring her nickname to her birth name, Hawkwynde was a studious scientist as a child, looking for answers in the latest discoveries in particle physics. With access to Dr. Bruno’s q-computer labs, she dug deep into the research on his not-so-well hidden hard drives, and found him in possession of materials authored by young Elevena when Dardwick University was hacked and extorted. It was the most important research there.

After quietly poring over years worth of data, she successfully lab-tested one of Elevena’s theories, originally designed to govern interplay between atomic compounds and intent-driven manipulations of subatomic bonding, Hawkwynde conducted a series of real and modeled experiments and discovered a geometrically-variable “vertex triad” was the key to cutting air resistance in flysuit equipment.

She achieved energized banding, by entangling two of the three triad vertex q-particles in a material with a PIF or “programmed intent factor”, the particles became “aware” and paired in coordinated attraction/repulsion, with enhanced bonding strength.

The goal was to dynamically vary the behavior of particle shapes depending on the mass of air particles encountered in forward motion. Thus the top two particles move in unison to more efficiently “slice through” rather than bump into air particles, causing quicker parting of the sides and simultaneous dissolution of molecular bonds which uses less energy than physical displacement of atoms alone. The first key was programming particles to swivel positions based on outcome-dependence during high-velocity contact with q-particles, particularly oxygen particles, in the air.

Elevena had laid out the steps to “program” q-particles, making them active instead of reactive, by essentially training them to anticipate and then q-tunnel into shaped micro-compounds, using their own mass, energy and state in a form of quantum jiu-jitsu. In simpler terms, she was able to move through the air faster and longer in a flysuit.

Hawkwynde adapted finding from her father’s qomputers to model asymptotic q-particle formations turning rushing air resistance into a cushion, providing lift in the primary phase.

Installed along the frontal wind-cutting edges of the flysuit, the target particles were linked through prior programming, coordinating with a paired particle to alter the angle with which the flysuit components arrange themselves to calculate and shift angle and position at the last instant to always glance into rather than collide head-on into other atmospheric particles. But the dynamic worked laterally, causing lateral rows of other q-particles to entangle and conform to the programmed particles.

The bulk of the efficiency came from ultra q-channeling, a multi-phase process of quantum entanglement, tunneling and harvesting of nitrogen and helium atoms from rushing air which are funnelled into synthetic mini-micro-tubule matrices and pressurized before entering a micro-collider. Graphene batteries stitched into the piping of the suit powers a network of electromagnetic ionization fields that strip electrons from ambient nitrogen molecules — the most abundant element in Earth’s atmosphere — generating localized plasma. This ionized nitrogen is then repressurized and injected into micro-centrifuges and then exposed to catalytic fields. The resulting plasma is directionally expelled to create micro-thrust zones beneath and behind the wearer, generating both lift and forward propulsion. The suit’s onboard CPU circulated messenger q-particles along an electromag matrix, recalculating optimal particle flow in real time, allowing the pilot edge to glide on a responsive pressure cushion. Embedded micro colliders into the lining that use quantum tunneling to push helium nuclei to the brink of breaking apart, then snap them back together, releasing quantum energy in the process. That released energy gets channeled through the suit’s electromagnetic systems to ionize and manipulate the nitrogen and oxygen in the air around her, creating thrust zones.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

SOCIAL DISORDER: Kept in isolation, Hawkwynde often contemplated her existence. She resented bitterly the idea that Dr. Moroder would play god, creating her as an experiment seeking higher concentration of the q-Essentia markers suggesting potential metaphysical abilities. Hawkwynde also mistrusted Beonqe Moroder, her rigid, distant “stepmother”.

Hawkwynde often likened herself to Frankenstein, not just as a creation born of greed, obsession and ambition but also living through the real and perceived otherization and persecution from so-called normies.

For years Hawkwynde contemplated escaping, but ultimately stayed in the Moroder lab tower out of concern for her sisters. As she ages however, she gets into ever-escalating disputes with Beonqe about traveling, speaking to others or enrolling in outside science courses. Beonqe insisted Hawkwynde remain locked away for her own safety as her q-DNA was highly sought after by black market genetic traders.


The Moroder Tower overlooking Brussels stands 300 stories tall with a 30-story spire piercing the sky above. The solar, wind, geothermal and piezo energy collectors keep the q-computer labs buzzing as they have for decades, programmed to solve the riddles of enhanced q-DNA that long haunted Dr. Bruno and the scientists at DeHuberton Labs.

After studying Elevena’s paper on intent-driven wave function collapse, Hawkeye built at nanoscale a fractal conversion ventricles, or particle separator that flagged particles with high propensity to convert from a wave to a particle upon initial proximity-collision-encroachment trials. Approximately .00001% of particles that come into proximity with “queen” particle convert to her spin pattern. Another .00004% convert after collision and .0001% convert after being surrounded by “drone” particles expressing the desired spin pattern.

In layman’s terms, Hawkwynde made a rocket-suit, harnessing Elevena’s models on outcome-driven entanglement to create wings that funnel air particles to screen for “prime mover” q-particles along a spectrum of convertibility. Particles were separated and channeled into multimodal chambers that amplified wave signals using gravitational and sound entanglement pulsations. The goal was converting the air into gravitational lift and propulsive energy. The micromotors were assembled by AI microforges copied from Kromita’s buildout. The key to all of this was q-measuring scanners Elevena developed to review the event.

Hawkwynde took many a trip to test drive her q-particle collector apparatus. She fitted her wing material with microvents that intake oxygen q-particles looking for a 5% probability of particle bear that matches the “tapered pyramid” design.

Hawkwynde resolves to fly to freedom on her 17th birthday. She plans to enter a resistance zone, where she will request an audience with Esotera to ask about her father’s death and her own beginnings. She sought purpose and saw no reason to waste away in her tower prison. She was familiar with Elevena’s formulas.

Esotera smiled, hearing Hawkwynde was reaching out on CF.

Can we trust Dr. Bruno’s daughter, she asked. But Kromita’s answer weighed pros and cons without a clear resolve.

Bring her in, Esotera finally said.

Where are the girls?

I can’t tell you, they are not part of this deal.
Aren’t they in danger? Aren’t they being harmed? We can do an extraction.
No, yes I…

That’s it. We can’t trust her.

You have to leave now. Think about it.

Her q-DNA is remarkable… but she didn’t think through what happens to her sisters if she joins us.

Kromita: Her cerebellum chemistry is under assault by patterns, resulting from childhood trauma and programming. She believes she is resistant still, but she continues blocking out and compartmentalizing what she has seen. She of conscious self image… The stress levels suggest possible suicidal tendencies…

the intent particles grow exponentially with the service to others in distress, the evolutionary markers I inherited and will be the markers in my child…

Hawkwynde lands on the landing deck at the Moroder fortress, eyes streaming with tears

Tells sisters to get their things together, we have to leave…girls start crying…
Minderbots alert Beonqe
Van loaded…
Where do you think you’re going…
I’m getting away, we’re all getting away
This is a family. Calm down what’s gotten into you
This is not a family, it’s abduction – these kids are the product of rape and incest, these kids…all of us are exploited, unnatural, it’s an ABOMINATION

That’s cult propaganda sweetie, listen to what you’re saying. We love you we have taken care of you. Closes in with robots.
HW smashes robots away. STOP! I’ve read the texts, I’ve seen the trials, you LYING BITCH, you have been butchering viable fetuses, you have been monkeying with nature to raise the purity levels, you are breeding q-essentia, trying to replicate Esotera, furious with jealousy, selling zygotes to the fucking deHumps (need more nicknames for deHubs). You’re a murderer, a thief, a miserable creature, and you created all of us out of sheer evil, jealousy and malice.

Starts destroying minderbots, combots move in.

I don’t want to hurt you, Qiana. Combots deploy netting.
I’m not Qiana, I’m not a fucking experiment!
I’m HAWKWYNDE ! Crying, she blows through five combots, using her asymptotic blades, others start firing
Girls screaming, run into other room

Insert flashback: THE certainty principleInsert flashback: THE certainty principle.She was just a child of seven when she came upon her father’s files on manipulating cerebral electrochemistry specifically called upon to release enzymes containing quantum super particle dots working in pattern when a certain thought was triggered. NewNew para that point of time is called the crossroads when the human mind seeks out certainty should I go left or should I go right Every decision made consciously and so consciously, physical and mental short and long term Down to the microsecond and the certainty print principle he implanted was not so much to introduce his own bias rather to undo the certainty in one’s mind

Go ahead, Beonqe, you were always jealous, I know you’re not his wife…you’re another daughter just like me, an experiment gone wrong
SLAP! SLAP! Beonqe: Ingrateful little shit, you’ll shut your mouth for good..
Powers up energized drill weapon, I’m going to make this hurt, do it in pieces…
HW: Winter! See who mommie really is? A twisted murderer…take a good look sister….
Winter looking in from next room, crying in disbelief
BEONQE: Shit! Shit! Get back inside, minder, take her into the study now!
HW: Going to kill her too Beonqe? Going to keep lying about your pedo rapes and murders?
BEONQE: That’s it you…
WAIT! Vibro-blast disarms her, robots falter

In comes Esotera and Kromita…

BEONQE: You!
Eso: Step back Beonqe, I don’t want to vegetize you but I will…
BEONQUE: Get them!
Kromita engages combots, vibrates their heads apart
Eso: You’re overmatched…Kromita, cuff her and secure the children

KROMITA: Drones inbound, 1 min 20 s….

Hawkwynd, her head drooped and bloody, stuck in corner with nails through arms is approached by Esotera.
ESOTERA: I touch you now, Hwakwynd, to reveal that which you cannot see

HAWKWYNDE: No…I don’t want to see…

Esotera places her hand over Hawkwynde’s face….there is a phase shift. Hawkwynde’s radiant eyes light up. She scans the landscape, seeing it anew.

HAWKWYNDE: Why are the edges moving, what are those colored patterns?

ESOTERA: This is the quantum world as expressed through your q-DNA line’s visual queueing. You can now see potential futures of q-particles, with prompts by the biological, evolutionary voice in your genes

HAWKWYNDE: But I dont want these genetics, my q-DNA is his q-DNA

ESO: In part, but also your mother, and also Charvelle

HAWKWYNDE: Char…?

Just then, drones start pummeling their positions with ordinance projectiles, laser guidance beams flying al around. Kromita is so far neutralizing them with focused energy blasts, Esoter is separating their atoms so they disintegrate.

SOUND FX: k’chew p’chew!

Beonqe scurries into a high-tech safe room as the drones multiply, the bots are converting to hostile mode. Meanwhile, Hawkwynde undergoes a transformation, streaming tears from her radiant eyes, slowly standing from her crouch.

HAWKWYNDE: …I see…I see….this plane is so useless, the fighting, the pain…

QUICK CUTS: The drones attck, shooting projectiles and dive-bombing with C4 tips. We see them pummel Esotera, pummel Kromita, then again Eso, then again Kromita. In a blow-by-blow sequence they fight back, one by one, pinned down, destroying dozens but overcome by increasing number.

Hawkwynde then “powers up”, spreading her wings like a phoenix. Projected q-artifact energy blasts emanate from all 10 fingers, searing the robots into pieces, blowing the drones out of the air.

HAWKWYNDE: All such a waste….all the destruction…

Hawkwynde turns next towards the safe room. Esotera is alarmed behind her.

HAWKWYNDE: I see what must be done….

ESOTERA: No! No! Don’t even think of it child!

Hawkwynde approaches the safe room, small quarters. The door responds to her face and with a wave, the door slides open. Beonqe has a moto-knife to one of her “step-daughter’s” throat.

HAWKWYNDE: Pathetic wretch – are you really such a twisted maniac, Beonqe?

HAWKWYNDE: You don’t want to damage the merchandise, right Beonque?

Hawkwynde presses her fingers into an angle, the air crackling around her with q-artifacts.

HAWKWYNDE: Aren’t you supposed to deliver these girls to Dishvon the Slaver?

Beonqe’s is speechless, mouth agape as the energy builds around Hawkwynde’s fingers.

HAWKWYNDE: You created monsters, you, me, we’re all monsters, we’re all…

An energy ray comes from her fingers and fries Beonques flesh, leaves a screaming skull with eyes. The girl is screaming, her hair singed.

SOUND FX: ZWWEEEET

BEONQE: AYYYYEAAAH

HAWKWYNDE: Are you still alive Beonqe? Do you see the real Beonqe now, girls? Can you see this, Winter? Do you see your true stepmother now, Karla, Victora?

Hawkwynde seals the door with her, Beonqe and the chidren inside. Esotera looks on helplessly from outside.

HAWKWYNDE: It’s time to correct her mistakes…
SOUND FX: CLUNTCHK!
ESOTERA: No, Hawkwynde, no!…Kromita!

Kromita negotiates herself free, tries to open the door seal with a finger-mounted welding torch.
KROMITA: Estimated time 45 seconds.
ESOTERA: We can’t wait, it’s too…it’s too late!

See the girls’ hands up against the window as the safe room becomes a q-energy blast furnace.
SOUND FX: KRHHHYYFFF!
SCREAMS: EEEEEEEEEEE

Kromita finally torches the lock and swings open the door. A toxic smoke plume discharges and we see all the crispy bodies of Hawkwynde, Beonqe and all the girls, but one.
KROMITA: Only one girl remains…

Esotera runs to the side to lift up the one kid who survived the blast.

ESOTERA: Her skin and clothes are scorched but she lives. Tell me child, what is your name?

LITTLE WINTER: Winter…they call me Little Winter.

NEXT: THE STORY OF LITTLE WINTER