this is where Mary lives
Officially, Mary is a failed experiment. All of her fingers were removed when she was very young and replaced with metal ones—high tech robotic fingers that house the mechanisms for the release of fine wires. These wires are small, fine, stronger than one would initially seem plausible, and completely deadly when manipulated by someone who knows what they’re doing. And Mary has had years to figure out what she’s doing.
Initially, Mary was trained in stealth operations, assassination methods, and received the kind of covert training that breeds only the best of spies. She was small, agile, and the carefully selected bits of her brain that they removed made her completely fearless—but unfortunately (and unintentionally) the partial lobotomy also made her completely insane. She failed every test given to her. She always chose the front door, she killed every guard to his face, and she stayed behind to dismantle corpses. She always got creative with her kills. She was only ever content when she was in the midst, and the cause of, extreme violence.
Last in a long line of failures—she was the last Mary, perhaps, but certainly not the first—the project was terminated after the experimenter’s high hopes for her were crushed even worse than before. The cost was too high, the pay off too low, and the whole idea was completely scrapped. It isn’t clear why she didn’t join the others of her kind as patients for other, seedier experiments, or why she wasn’t terminated immediately. She was certainly dangerous enough to warrant a summary execution. But the Doctor ordered that she be left alone. She was given relatively free reign of the compound, and aside from becoming subject to a few of the Doctor’s curious whims, she was generally ignored.
And then the Alliance came around and, charmed by Eris’ obvious prowess with explosives, Mary’s led them out of the Agency’s compound. Whether she knows it or not, she’s finally escaped.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
how does your garden grow?
Mary had a little lamb
its fleece was white as snow...
No virgin me for I have sinned
I sold my soul for sex and gin
Go call a priest all meek and mild
And tell him, 'Mary is no more a child'
It's raining stones, it's raining bile
From the luxury of your denial
So I don't deny, I don't make do
I'll press alarms, place bets on truth
I'm so up and down, and I love what's not allowed
I was lost, now I see
And now I'm growing old disgracefully
Whatever happened to Mary?
I'll spit on floors, and do more drugs
Burn every bill, get drunk on love
Wear next to nothing in the pouring rain
Be a bad example and do it all again
I'll be uncareful, I'll cause such scenes
And I'll never talk of used-to-be's
Tattoo my face, I won't go gray
Be a dancing queen, I'm growing old disgracefully
What ever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to…
Mary, Mary, Mary, quite contrary
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Zone : Fantasy
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Beyond The Stars - Out of Print