Lionheart (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} leoz) wrote,@ 2004-03-09 16:37:00 |
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Stuff
The entrance to the laboratory was hidden away beneath 10 undertground parking garage levels which existed beneath the gray concrete building which was the company headquarters of the DiegoSun Corporation. The entrance to the lab could only be reached by a special elevator which stopped on the fifth floor of the building and, with the right access card, was used to travel down 15 floors all the way down to a gigantic white room, lit with 2 diagonal arrays of quartz halogen lights which crossed each other to form a cross. In the wall, 500 feet opposite the elevator was a vestibule of blue steel, guarded by 2 armed guards. Each one wore lorica segmentata titanium and ceramic plate armor and was armed with an Fabrique Nationale F2000 assault rifle cocked and ready. The doors themselves were locked with a biometric security system. A retina scan and plam print was required to enter and leave the laboratory compound. The walls of the vestibule held sensitive x-ray and magnetic resonance scan equipment which scanned the people leaving and entering the lab for any objects of interest. The whole security scheme was designed to prevent word of the experiments, which were going on inside, from leaking out. The lab was classified, above top secret. Corporate Security Status Red.
Jim Stevenson entered the left-most elevator on the fifth floor of the DiegoSun Corporation and slid a security access card into a vertical slot on the right of the floor button array. A hidden green led lit up, the elevator doors closed and Jim stood, waiting to reach the bottom most floor.
As the elevator doors rolled open the two security guards standing on either side of the vestibule trained their guns at him. In his peripheral vision Jim noticed two laser dots moving around on his chest. He hated this part of the day's journey to his workplace. It always made him sweat, ruining his expensive Swiss ties. He walked on forward into the vestibule, paused to be scanned and pressed his palm against the palm reader. 2 seconds passed and a high pitched beep let him know that the retina scan equipment was about to be deployed from the ceiling. It was a small silverish box with a black edge next to which Jim knelt slightly, aiming his eye at the scanning light inside. Seconds later he was in through the solid tungsten doors and inside his workplace. The DiegoSun black laboratories. Black technologies for the new corporate edge.
The Scorpion Chamber still held a vehement sense of nostalgia for Jim. Passing by its doors every morning Jim's mind's eye began to remember the events of the early rachis neural control experimentation being done in the black lab back when Jim was just a kid fresh out of college. He remembered his awe at seeing the multitude of caged scorpions with electrodes implanted in their psine being forced to move about while massive digital devices recorded the electrode impulses on different magnetic media, waiting to be taken in and labelled with each scorpion's name, the day's date, and the method of activity. Days later the scorpions would be gassed and the recordings of their spinal impulses would be played back causing the scorpion bodies to relieve those precious living moments while suffering the degradation and decay of dead flesh. Once living creatures now puppet automatons in the hands of DiegoSun.
Jim's current work was aeons ahead of what was once being done at the Scorpion Chamber. Jim was now operating on human beings. 14 of them to be exact. Each of the subjects laying in a drugged sleep inside semi-cryogenic chambers, their bodies cooled down to a point of almost no metabolism. Waiting for the scientists to take them out each new day and add or remove some of the equipment which was being attached to their spinal cord. These too were to be made into automatons. Living automatons. Puppets for their corporate CEO masters. Their sentient thought supressed with drugs which were slowly released from slowly dissolving vats implanted in various parts of the body. The implants placed at the spine were, with increasing degree of efficency as Jim and the black lab techs kept working on the subjects, used to control the subjects' bodies remotely. The nerves of their senses hijacked by wires and leading all the way back into the spinal implants which broadcasted them out on various corporate controlled frequencies. The control of each individual body part was too much for one human controller to control and thus an A.I. was simultaneously developed to take in the controller's command and to send the proper signals to all of the necessary body parts in order to carry out the controller's command. The A.I., dubbed "Queen", would take in such a simple command as "walk forward" and turn it into all the proper signals for the legs and knees and arms and feet and waist to move ahead. It would keep the subject perfectly balanced and could run certain macros which would lead the subject's body into a series of pre-programmed movements. The implants in the subjects each had their own miniature A.I.s which would take control over different aspects of the subjects' physiology and respnoses when needed to. This was the part on which Jim was working on at the moment. The Queen was a massive optical processing super-computer but the technology for the A.I.s implanted in the subjects' was more low-tech. Using older technological designs though with expensive chemical advantages. It was too easy to get lost in the work and Jim would find himself going for weeks without asking himself from where the subjects were brought or for what purpose are they being "made." He just did his job. That was all that was important.
***
Eh, class is about to start. I'll finish this later.
EDIT: Class has been cancelled. Professor's sick. I kinda finished the "story" but it needs heavy editing. Like most of my other work. I'll do that later. This ties into the previous piece of writing in my LJ. You'll see the common thread behind these two posts as more pieces of the story will be brought to light. Please comment on the stories even if just to say that you've read them. I like comments cause it means that people actually read my stories. I don't mind if you don't like my stories or even if you hate them. I just want to know if they're being read and, if they are, by how many people.
Monkey out.
The entrance to the laboratory was hidden away beneath 10 undertground parking garage levels which existed beneath the gray concrete building which was the company headquarters of the DiegoSun Corporation. The entrance to the lab could only be reached by a special elevator which stopped on the fifth floor of the building and, with the right access card, was used to travel down 15 floors all the way down to a gigantic white room, lit with 2 diagonal arrays of quartz halogen lights which crossed each other to form a cross. In the wall, 500 feet opposite the elevator was a vestibule of blue steel, guarded by 2 armed guards. Each one wore lorica segmentata titanium and ceramic plate armor and was armed with an Fabrique Nationale F2000 assault rifle cocked and ready. The doors themselves were locked with a biometric security system. A retina scan and plam print was required to enter and leave the laboratory compound. The walls of the vestibule held sensitive x-ray and magnetic resonance scan equipment which scanned the people leaving and entering the lab for any objects of interest. The whole security scheme was designed to prevent word of the experiments, which were going on inside, from leaking out. The lab was classified, above top secret. Corporate Security Status Red.
Jim Stevenson entered the left-most elevator on the fifth floor of the DiegoSun Corporation and slid a security access card into a vertical slot on the right of the floor button array. A hidden green led lit up, the elevator doors closed and Jim stood, waiting to reach the bottom most floor.
As the elevator doors rolled open the two security guards standing on either side of the vestibule trained their guns at him. In his peripheral vision Jim noticed two laser dots moving around on his chest. He hated this part of the day's journey to his workplace. It always made him sweat, ruining his expensive Swiss ties. He walked on forward into the vestibule, paused to be scanned and pressed his palm against the palm reader. 2 seconds passed and a high pitched beep let him know that the retina scan equipment was about to be deployed from the ceiling. It was a small silverish box with a black edge next to which Jim knelt slightly, aiming his eye at the scanning light inside. Seconds later he was in through the solid tungsten doors and inside his workplace. The DiegoSun black laboratories. Black technologies for the new corporate edge.
The Scorpion Chamber still held a vehement sense of nostalgia for Jim. Passing by its doors every morning Jim's mind's eye began to remember the events of the early rachis neural control experimentation being done in the black lab back when Jim was just a kid fresh out of college. He remembered his awe at seeing the multitude of caged scorpions with electrodes implanted in their psine being forced to move about while massive digital devices recorded the electrode impulses on different magnetic media, waiting to be taken in and labelled with each scorpion's name, the day's date, and the method of activity. Days later the scorpions would be gassed and the recordings of their spinal impulses would be played back causing the scorpion bodies to relieve those precious living moments while suffering the degradation and decay of dead flesh. Once living creatures now puppet automatons in the hands of DiegoSun.
Jim's current work was aeons ahead of what was once being done at the Scorpion Chamber. Jim was now operating on human beings. 14 of them to be exact. Each of the subjects laying in a drugged sleep inside semi-cryogenic chambers, their bodies cooled down to a point of almost no metabolism. Waiting for the scientists to take them out each new day and add or remove some of the equipment which was being attached to their spinal cord. These too were to be made into automatons. Living automatons. Puppets for their corporate CEO masters. Their sentient thought supressed with drugs which were slowly released from slowly dissolving vats implanted in various parts of the body. The implants placed at the spine were, with increasing degree of efficency as Jim and the black lab techs kept working on the subjects, used to control the subjects' bodies remotely. The nerves of their senses hijacked by wires and leading all the way back into the spinal implants which broadcasted them out on various corporate controlled frequencies. The control of each individual body part was too much for one human controller to control and thus an A.I. was simultaneously developed to take in the controller's command and to send the proper signals to all of the necessary body parts in order to carry out the controller's command. The A.I., dubbed "Queen", would take in such a simple command as "walk forward" and turn it into all the proper signals for the legs and knees and arms and feet and waist to move ahead. It would keep the subject perfectly balanced and could run certain macros which would lead the subject's body into a series of pre-programmed movements. The implants in the subjects each had their own miniature A.I.s which would take control over different aspects of the subjects' physiology and respnoses when needed to. This was the part on which Jim was working on at the moment. The Queen was a massive optical processing super-computer but the technology for the A.I.s implanted in the subjects' was more low-tech. Using older technological designs though with expensive chemical advantages. It was too easy to get lost in the work and Jim would find himself going for weeks without asking himself from where the subjects were brought or for what purpose are they being "made." He just did his job. That was all that was important.
***
Eh, class is about to start. I'll finish this later.
EDIT: Class has been cancelled. Professor's sick. I kinda finished the "story" but it needs heavy editing. Like most of my other work. I'll do that later. This ties into the previous piece of writing in my LJ. You'll see the common thread behind these two posts as more pieces of the story will be brought to light. Please comment on the stories even if just to say that you've read them. I like comments cause it means that people actually read my stories. I don't mind if you don't like my stories or even if you hate them. I just want to know if they're being read and, if they are, by how many people.
Monkey out.
