NationStates Jolt Archive

# We have heard much concerning the state of Iraqstan. The suggestion
# that relations be developed between our two nations is advisable
> Acknowledged. Perhaps it is time to expand Our sphere of influence a little
> wider?
# Affirmative. Further links with Earthbased nations would allow for a strengthened
# resource base.
> Make it so. Assign the Reminiscent Thought (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/fallen.html), the Unwavering Resiliance (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/revenant.html), and the Misinterpreted
> Intent (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/alliance.html) to the task of envoy.
# And Diplomatic Unit?
> Automata-Designate G411. (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/images/g411.jpg)
# Acknowledged. Assignment made.

Less than an hour later, the ships disengage from the WorldDisc and glide gracefully away to a safe distance. They slowly gather speed, and then suddenly wink out of existance as they engage their FarJump engines.

~*~

The Angelic ships slide smoothly back into realspace above Iraqstan. Opting for a more impressive first impression, they slip into the Atmosphere, dropping quickly into view of the Iraqstani capital.

###BEGIN TRANSMISSION###
~>Route: Automata G411 - Angelus Mainframe - Iraqstan Central Command
:
{We are Angelus.}
{We come in peace to establish relations with your government and people.}
{We request permission and location of a suitable landing site for the}
{landing of a small transport craft, so that I can speak in person with your}
{leadership.}
{We await your response}
:
~>Route closed
###END TRANSMISSION###

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Automata G411
Diplomatic Entity 02

http://www.silentrequiem.net/triumvirate/images/trium_insig.gif (http://www.silentrequiem.net/triumvirate/)
Membership: Triumvirate of Yut, Ur Trade Pact, Deus Ex Humana Consortium

Air traffic and space control manager Strak Kal'arr idly blinked at his screen in sheer boredom as usual air over his station was empty due to military restrictions. Reaching for his coffee which usualy steams serenly on his desk he looks away suddenly a constant pinging begins to sound out from his board. Jerking quickly his cup falls spilling his drink all over his stomach and crotch cursing in vain he quickly opens a link to the Angelans.

{Transmission Commencing}

This is Iraqstani Air/space control station 43 we have you on our screens and are authorising landing at the assigned co-ordinates. Führer Quil'raya is as we speak being informed of your arrival and it is with great honour that we invite you to land. Transmission of coordinates to begin.

{Data Transmission beginning}
-----Co-ordinates sent--------
{Closing link...Link Closed.
Transmission Complete}

OOC: apologies for the rather slow response ISP and phone line is upsetting my schedules immensly, still unsure when I will return completely but I'll try and keep up to date. again sorry!

This is Iraqstani Air/space control station 43 we have you on our screens and are authorising landing at the assigned co-ordinates. Führer Quil'raya is as we speak being informed of your arrival and it is with great honour that we invite you to land. Transmission of coordinates to begin.

###BEGIN TRANSMISSION###
~>Route: Automata G411 - Angelus Mainframe - Iraqstani Control
:
{Data recieved, coordinate input successful.}
{I will be arriving shortly.}
:
~>Route closed
###END TRANSMISSION###

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Automata G411
Diplomacy Unit 02

Membership: Triumvirate of Yut, Ur Trade Pact, Deus Ex Humana Consortium

~*~

A Vishnai-class (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/vishnai.html) fighter slips swiftly from the Reminiscent Thought and glides through the air towards the coordinates listed.

It slows down considerably, coming to a complete stop directly above the destination, and slowly descends, it's engines making a sound no louder than a cat's purr. It sets down with barely a whisper, and the pilot's hatch opens with a hiss.

G411 climbs confidently out and drops to the ground, several feet below. She lands with a soft click of her heels on the hard tarmac, and she stands to her full hight, dark eyes surveying the scene around her.


OOC: apologies for the rather slow response ISP and phone line is upsetting my schedules immensly, still unsure when I will return completely but I'll try and keep up to date. again sorry!

ooc: Hey, not a problem. I will be changing ISPs in about a week myself.

Watching from the shadow of an aircraft Carlos watches as the fighter craft descends slowly and lands smiling as G411 jumps out Carlos mutters "Interesting dismount, will we go for a double backflip entrance?" before snapping his fingers at his guards who fall in place and begin a quick march towards the waiting angelan.

Arriving quickly Carlos smiles as his guards step back and take on an air of uninterest as he bows before G411 and clears his throat. "It is with great pleasure that I welcome you to the holy empire Automata-Designate G411." Carlos smiles softly and extends his hand "I'm of course as you undoubtly know am Führer Carlos Quil'raya."

Motioning for G411 to walk with him he continues to speak "I must say you've caught us by surprise with this but a good surprise indeed. I hope we can come to some sort of agreement that benefits us both."

Smiling softly Carlos motions towards a sleek looking limo waiting for them "I'm uh.....unsure of your physiology so forgive me if the car is an insult but I know the heat of iraqstan can be quite...negative on beings whom have not lived here."

Motioning for G411 to walk with him he continues to speak "I must say you've caught us by surprise with this but a good surprise indeed. I hope we can come to some sort of agreement that benefits us both."

Smiling softly Carlos motions towards a sleek looking limo waiting for them "I'm uh.....unsure of your physiology so forgive me if the car is an insult but I know the heat of iraqstan can be quite...negative on beings whom have not lived here."

G411 nods. We have been contemplating a visit for some time, but only until recently has there really been a chance. I apologize for the surprise, but We felt it was in Our best interests.

She climbs easily into the car behind him. I have an internal biostassis system that does not require the outside to be any temperature for me to remain at an optimum. We prefer cold, as the airless void of space can be quite frigid, but We are comfortable in anything between 0 and 150° C.

She crosses her legs, the leather on her thighs squeeking ever so softly. She smiles at Carlos and continues. Now, what would you like to see happen on the diplomatic front?

*bump*

Smiling Carlos shuts the door and the driver drives them towards a lavishly decorated shining palace. Listening intently Carlos reaches over and pours himself a glass of scotch looking a tad confused he hesitantly speaks "Again I apologise for any offense but I dont know if your people drink or not....but would you like a drink ?" blushing softly Carlos takes the moment to compose himself and ponder the question put before him.

"To see happen on the diplomatic front? Being the uh controversial nation that I am I would not like to hinder your other relations in any way but I would be honoured to work out any terms of treaties you think would work well between our two nations." Sitting back Carlos folds his hands in his lap and smiles pleasantly at G411

G411 nods slowly, and accepts the drink. She takes a slight sip, and she appears to be pondering something.

The controversy surrounding your nation means nothing to Us. We are a neutral nation, and a Machine State at that. We do not consider the actions of a nation's leadership regarding their citizens to be of major import, and none of Our concern.

She takes another sip, and then sets the drink to the side. We are interested in a possible trade union. We are always looking for new mining sites, and/or refined metals, and if either could be attained, We would be willing to pay well.

smiling softly Carlos nods "I do believe we could arrange such things, our iron mines are quite profitable as are our gold, silver and uranium mines I'm sure we could work a great deal of things out concerning trade." Sipping his drink Carlos watches G411 with an aura of awe and respect. "I must say it is very rare to find opinions such as yours as to the internal happenings of my nation refreshing to say the least" chuckling Carlos raises his glass in salute and drains it of the beverage.

smiling softly Carlos nods "I do believe we could arrange such things, our iron mines are quite profitable as are our gold, silver and uranium mines I'm sure we could work a great deal of things out concerning trade." Sipping his drink Carlos watches G411 with an aura of awe and respect. "I must say it is very rare to find opinions such as yours as to the internal happenings of my nation refreshing to say the least" chuckling Carlos raises his glass in salute and drains it of the beverage.

G411 smiles slightly. We are a neutral peoples. We have learned that spending too much time in caring about what others do with their country, especially in matters that are completely unrelated to Us, will only lead Us down a path We do not wish to take.

She lifts her glass and responds by draining it as well.

We are also interested in something that you might be able to provide. With recent actions concerning the WorldDisc, We are understandably interested in security on board the Disc.

We are quite capable of controlling the organic population on the Disc, but in order to dissuade the natural objections that come with having a machine preside over judicial proceedings in matters that pertain only to organics, We would like to offer your nation the chance to place several Judicators on the Disc.

Of course, that would include the opportunity for you to move some of your population to the Disc, if you choose to do so, though that is not required.

Also, We would like to hire security from you that would be a clearly human element to the security measures on the Disc. The purpose would be visual in nature, but We believe the psychological impact would be quite strong.

Carlos' eyes gape wide open as G411 puts the offer before him, he lightly coughs into his hand to hide most of his surprise and sits back collecting his thoughts, trying to fathom the offer given to him.

"Forgive me but you've both honoured and shocked me at the same time, Before I give an answer I would just like to have clarified for me the Judicators what would their roles entail? and other than appearance will the security teams be taking direct orders from judicators or Angelan security chiefs?

Moving some of my people to the world disk? my dear that would honour me more than any gift in the world."

Sitting back Carlos cant help but grin mightily his thoughts stuck on what she has offered and how best to proceed.

We need a Judicial setup that would be mainly autonomous. For a vast majority of infractions, the Iraqstani judges would have full jurisdiction. For special cases, an Angel will assist in the proceedings.

As for the security detail, they will follow orders from the Judicators, which in turn will follow orders from the Angels in charge of security. The detail will give the illusion of power, backed by a small amount of true authority.

Iraqstani Security will be the only permanent residents on the Disc that will recieve permits to carry distance weapons. Residents are allowed to carry a plethora of non-lethal projectile weapons, as well as a large amount of Archaic weaponry, such as swords, knives, and the like.

Surprisingly enough, the crime in Angelus is almost nothing, and having the extra security may bring it to nothing.

We will also need Observers to take care of the security cameras. The interface is true-VR, so the Observers would have to be Augmented, but their job would be vastly improved by it. We have cameras situated everywhere, and each feeds directly into a cspace terminal, creating a non-real representation of the entirety of the Organic Sector. It is continually updated to allow for people, so the Observer would be able to walk among the people in the disc without being seen.

Quite effective, and I find it quite entertaining myself to watch what people do when they believe that they are unseen.

Of course, this aspect of Angelic security is a closely guarded secret. Even the cameras are well hidden, and only the obvious ones in obvious locations are openly visible.

Nodding Carlos files away all the information and grins ruefully at the mention of observers "I have people well trained for that duty I'm sure they would love to be able to walk around and at the same time not leave their station.

You have put alot of thought and effort into this proposition and I find that quite impressive to say the least it would be an honour to accept this role offered to me.

As for the special permits Do they include the use of plasma rifles? since that is the standard firearm among the Public Security Service and People's militia now days, if not then I'm sure we can arrange something more appropriate.

To make it formal Automata-Designate G411 I accept the offer given to me with open arms and a confident heart that together we can make this arrangement work wonderfuly to the full extent of it's nature."

Smiling widely and pleasantly Carlos sits back once more and looks out the window for a moment still trying to regain some semblance of his former composure. "When would you require the details and judicators and how many will you be requireing?"

Standard weaponry would be a form of a projected force ejector. Plasma is pretty dangerous on board a station floating in the airless void of space, don't you think?

She smiles slightly.

Prepare them for me whenever you get the chance to. I would like the chance to view more of your country, if that is appropriate. A tour of sorts would give me that chance, and would give you the chance to prepare.

As for numbers... That really depends. The Organic Sector is quite large, and there are quite a few stations that can be manned. Present stations will allow for 526 Watchers, and that can be increased to fit your needs.

Nodding Carlos blushes slightly and chuckles "I'm sorry, I'm still quite over-awed by the offer. I'm sure my people will gather the appropriate tools. As for a tour I would be delighted and honoured to show you about. We have a vast and impressive array of temples, parks, parade grounds and other civillian based monuments that are kept secret from the world due to the total reclusiveness of my people in general.

I am at your service for the entirety of your tip my dear ask of it and I will deliver to the best of my abilities. Or if that doesnt catch your fancy I'm sure I can arrange for a tour of a military installation or two if you wish it.

As for the other detail of preparing I will see to it that it is done as fast as nessecary so that you are not hampered by waiting on those details."

Smiling Carlos sits back and offers her another drink of scotch and watches her with eyes full of respect and a new found opinion of a peoples he's seen as beyond his reach.

G411 tilts her head slightly at the mention of temples. I do believe I would like to visit a few of your religious centers. Angelus does not overly understand organic religion, and We are interested.

She takes the scotch and daintly sips from the glass.

As for the mining opportunities, We would like to get started as soon as possible. Our ships have all the necessary equipment, We merely lack the knowledge of the location you wish to share with Us.

Of course, 5% of everything pulled from it will be given to your government.

Nodding Carlos smiles "I'm sure you've probably heard that here in Iraqstan religion is a different event than most, were as most people worship a percieved god that has no physical body we prefer to worship that which is documented and still exists. The Lady Sirithil for us is a true symbol of eternal purity.

We have quite a number of large temples and cathedrals in the city itself if you wish to see them, as well as a few in the more rural regions that are positively fascinating in their designs.

As for the minerals your quite welcome to take as much as you require, we ourselves has vast mining sites here, and in our out lying regions. As for the locations I will have them delivered to you when we arrive at where ever it is you wish to go."

G411 smiles. Excellent! I would like to see your grandest temple, and your most modest. It will give me a good impression of what will pass in the middle.

As for the mining interests, I will contact Our ships to tell them to be expecting the coordinates.

She stands. Shall we?

Standing up with her he offers her his arm and smiles "Your request shall be granted, our first stop will be the grand temple next to the square of enlightenment in the heart of the city. then from there due to the enormity of the capital we will have a short car trip and then the first temple ever built will you see. Our most modest temple by far as for the co-ordinates consider them sent."

G411 takes his offered arm with a smile. Excellent! I must admit that I am looking forward to this. Examining a natiion's religion is a big deal for Us, and We are rather interested. It will allow Us to further understand the crush of organics a little more.

~*~

Far away, the Angelic ships begin to move across the landscape, quickly reaching the location of the first mining spot. Huge hatches on the underside of the Reminiscent Thought open to release a flurry of activity. Huge pilons snake downards, slamming hard into the ground. Thousands of spidercarriers swarm down the pilons, many of them carrying big and bulky objects that fit together like a puzzle down on the ground.

Within a matter of a few short hours, the topground mining facility is complete, and the low hum of the transmutators slowly chewing their way through the earth suddenly fills the air around the facility with a deep buzz.

Patting her hand gently he leads her towards the waiting limo and smiles "I am honoured that you chose my nation for such examinations of religious beliefs, you'll find our religion is somewhat peculiar and a rather popular one among the nations. Which is something I am not overly pleased with for I'm never one to join the popular circle." Laughing softly Carlos shakes his head "I'm sure you know that in Iraqstan the worship of the elven queen Sirithil is our religion.

We dont believe in the mythologies and secret writings of beings no longer living within our plane of existance when there is one whom has lived for 40,000 years a true god like being if we ever saw one. And then there are the angelans another example of superiority over our own slice of existance. Indeed my dear automata you honour us with your presence."

Opening the limo door he waits for G411 to enter before seating himself beside her and instructing the driver to take them directly to the square of enlightenment and the temple of supreme worship.

A long twisting drive lays ahead to pass the time Carlos looks to G411 and chuckles "tell me my dear, what are the angelans? I know you are not human yet you appear in human form... it is really quite fascinating to see beauty and etherealness mixed as one."

G411 looks interested. So, you worship the image of superiority? We have met Sirithil on several occasions, she is quite the imposing figure. I could understand why you would worship her.

She shrugs slightly. Interesting, but not alltogether unexpected. Ancestor and superiority worship has been a staple among organic cultures since time began. It would seem that organics put much stock in things that could hold much enfluence over them. She smiles and then switches paradigms.

We are Angelus. We are a quasi-collective made up of over a billion and a half construct/minds. We are an incredibly advanced form of AI, machina, Entities from the Machine. I am the culmination of advances in inorganic/organic interfacing, genetic engineering, and humaniform augmentation. We have created several avatars for Our top leaders, including Xanone, Omicron Blu, and the Mainframe.

I exist here, and yet, I exist in several other places all at once. I currently have four realworld avatars, as well as countless other cspace manifestations. However, I am one of the most advanced of my race, though more and more are catching up with me every day.

Carlos nods and chuckles as G411 speaks, agreeing entirely with her observations of human culture. As she explains the make up of Angelus his eyes open wide in amazement and keen interest.

Surprise rides easily on his face at the mention of multiple avatars of herself and other leaders and he coughs lightly into his hand before continuing "My stars that is most impressive, you can be in more than one place at once? do you notice any discomfort from such a thing?" pausing Carlos looks worried and speaks again "Forgive me if those questions are too personal but being of flesh and bone I cannot begin to fathom such impressive heights."

The limo rolls slowly to a halt and the driver opens the door inviting in a gush of warm wind to battle with the cool air inside the limo stepping out Carlos offers his hand to G411 and smiles "Welcome my dear to the Great Temple and the Square of Enlightenment.

The temple itself sits gleaming in the sunlight it's upper points rising high above glisten with silver and gold finishings the doors lavishly designed using ancient woods, and polished metal small gems line the handles and door frames. Accross from the temple the vast square stands testimate to the granduer that is the capital city it's seating facilities rising up from the ground and the cobble stone pavement covering the entire square glows in the sunlight. In the center can be seen a solitary podium with the Iraqstani flag flying high above it, all around are honour guards stationed there every day to protect the square from the mythological hostile strike against it.

"I do hope the temple stands up to your thoughts of greatness my dear" Carlos whispers softly with a hint of wistfulness creeping into his voice.

G411 frowns slightly. No, I am not uncomfortable in being multiple places at once. However, I was born into it really. Angels are never "adolescent", but from what would be considered an "adolescent" age, We have been partitioning Ourselves to complete different tasks. She shrugs again, and smiles.

She climbs out of the limo and glances about the beautiful square with impassive eyes. She gazes for a long moment at the temple before commenting. Amazing. So much work put into something just to show your adoration. But, it is an element of control as well, is it not?

Chuckling Carlos smiles innocently "My dear you are very perceptive, yes these temples give the people an outlet for their inner problems, by giving them this outlet this faith they are more ready to accept my rule without cause of protest. I rule them and the religion comforts those that require it.

A harmonic system that is yet to show any faults in it's mechanics and that is something I fevertly hope to never see happen."

Clearing fascinated with G411 Carlos studies her intently as he leads her up to the door of the temple once there he pushes the great doors open to reveal an inner chamber lined with gold and emeralds and a long carepeted walk to hundreds of seats and prayer spots. In the center stands a large alter drapped in emerald and ruby clothes with a diamond lined basin beside it.

Off to the side of the altar stands a large statue of Sirithil crafted by the finest artists in all of Iraqstan her eyes are rubies her hands lined with silver the body and head are carved out of pure jade a small light shines directly onto the statue lighting the ruby eyes with a fire of their own intamtely representing the appearance of Sirithil.

"Please feel, free to look around, study what you wish and ask questions if you have any my dear" Carlos whispers out of respect for the beauty of the temple.

She turns her impassive eye across the inner parts of the temple, and bows slightly in respect to the holiness of the temple.

Exquisite workmanship, Carlos. But tell me, how exactly does this religion work? Is there a priesthood? If so, how does one become a priest, and what are the duties of the priesthood? Also, are there organized services? If so, who presides over them? Lastly, are there any rituals conerning the faith?

Smiling Carlos nods and begins to explain "There are priestesses that run the place, women are the choice of high worship roles since they better resemble the lady herself and the people are permitted to either mass at temples around the nation or sit prayer in their own homes, place of work an so forth. There are regular ceremonies in all temples every friday morning and saturday evening.

As far as rituals go each citizen can if they choose lay a flower of their choice at the base of the altar in hommage to the natural beauty of Sirithil. Some even go out of their way to donate money to the temples, and to Sirithil her self which we generaly let the priestesses handle delivering it to the rightful recipient.

In all it's a very relaxed but devote worship and it works wonderfully the people have pride in themselves and pride in their country and believe that I will not lead them to harm."

G411 listens intently. Interesting. Organic religions never cease to amaze me. Has Sirithil ever actively participated in any rituals? It would seem that that would be an incredible way to assure your people's belief in the religion.

Also, where do YOU stand on this? Do you worship Sirithil as well?

She continues to walk about the temple, pausing at different places of interest, occasionally reaching out with delicate hands to run her fingertips across a surface that does not look TOO holy.

Smiling Carlos watches her with an air of interest and speaks "Unfortunately she doesnt, but the people act under the same belief system that conventional religions work with, that our deity hears our words and acknowledges them. In fact the only time she has ever revealed herself to us outside of the odd communication was when I was near death after an assasination attempt by a local terrorist group.

She came to me and confirmed that our faith was indeed heard and appreciated and that I should continue to spread the word of my religion about. So yes I actively partake in this worship but on a less public scale due to the demands of my office.

Her saving my life, pushing me to restart the fires in my body have confirmed to my people that we are truly blessed and honoured to worship and love her and seeing me return from death has given them more reasons to be thankful to her."

Smiling Carlos watches as she studies the temple and smiles obviously proud of the thingsh is nation constructs.

G411 nods slowly. How interesting. So, in a way, you are both the leader of the country, and leader of the religion?

She finishes looking around and nods again. I think that I have seen enough. Shall we proceed?

Nodding Carlos gestures for G411 to preceede him out the door "In a way yes you could say that I lead the religion, although I prefer them to percieve me as the closest step to total transcendance to purity and enlightenment."

Opening the door Carlos walks to the waiting limo and waits for her to enter once more, seating himself accross from her he orders the driver to head to the temple of the first as the limo starts driving Carlos leans back and smiles "I'm quite sure your cities are much more spectacular than ours but I do hope you find nothing but comfort and relaxation in your time here my dear."

She smiles and daintly crosses her legs. Don't be so self-defeatist, Carlos!

She shakes her head. The Angelic homeworld is a city of cold metal and heavy industry. Aside from the pleasures of the Organic Sector, the WorldDisc is as cold and airless as empty space. Everything is without atmosphere, and is harsh and industrialized. Huge reactors power everything, and vast production complexes churn out the Angelic starships and internalized goods.

We participate in very very little international trade in goods, with most of what We do give out going to the Triumvirate of Yut. So, my cities are rather bleak.

She pauses, a thoughtfull expression on her face. Though, I am sure that you would find the Organic Sector rather thrilling.

Smiling softly Carlos nods and listens intento the explanation of the world disk "My dear, even the angelan parts of the disk would be impressive and thrilling to see, as for the organic sectors some day I wonder if I might come to visit them." Pausing to look out the window Carlos smiles and points to a huge area housing a large and nearly finished monument "Over there is the largest architectual attempt anyone in Iraqstan has ever attempted to do we wanted it more glorious than pyramids and more stunning than the cathedrals of old I intend to invite Sirithil and my closest friends to the opening ceremony of that monument in the near future as part of honouring them and revealing just a bit more of the secreted life of the holy lands."

As they drive past the monument they make out small details etched into the huge stone monument robes can be made out flowing over the arms of the outstretch woman her face hidden behind a mask of construction girders and walkways the feet of this monsterous construction are clothed in simple sandals in her arms the woman holds a single sceptre her other arm stretch out invintingly to the masses that see it in the distance.

Driving past they begin to enter a lower built but still populated area indicating that this part of the city is older than the rest near the front of the limo they can make out a small temple made of stone and marble it's pillars glow in the sunlight. Obviously their destination smiling Carlos points it out "The first temple ever built and one we hold with great care nobody outside of Iraqstan has ever seen this temple. Except for now"

Smiling Carlos lets the pride of his people fill his voice and eyes as he watches the reactions from G411

G411's eyes gleam with a light that is indescribable, her thoughts consumed with the Mainframe's complete attention to everything she sees. She gazes upon the statue with a mixed sense of wonder and desire, a slight smile curving the corners of her lucious mouth.

Amazing, simply amazing.

She catches herself, and turns to flash a dazzling smile at her host. We would love it if you would visit the Disc. Perhaps you could come with the first of the Security details? That way, you would be able to approve of the way your people are housed, and get a feel for what the security systems are like?

As the limo stops before the modest temple, she steps out and looks around. She walks over and touches the columns, tiny sensor pads within her fingertips devulging all sorts of information concerning the stone, and the construction thereof.

She turns back to him, and once again flashes him one of her brilliant smiles. My dear Carlos, We are much honored to view this sacred place. The respect shown to Us on this visit will always be remembered, and will always be returned in all of Our future dealings with you and your people.

Blushing softly Carlos smiles and walks over to where she stands "Thank you my dear, you honour us with your compliments just as we percieve great honour in showing you such treasures of our hearts.

As for coming with them I would be most honoured my dear it would be a thrill beyond all thrills for me to view such a monument of technology." he smiles brightly as he pushes the large wooden door open it's hinges creak warmly as they open revealing a faintly lit and sweet smelling temple whose walls are lined with images carved into them of the lady Sirithil and lavish paintings of her in various positions the alter is draped with fine silks and a large wall stands behind it an image depicting the rise of the enlightened in Iraqstan at the feet of the mighty Sirithil.

"As you can see, we truly see the rise of our current state as being the result of finding such a being in this world and we are always eager to add to the artistry and brilliance of our devotions."

G411 walks around the temple, gazing at everything.

Certaintly most wonderful. I love it! She walks back over to Carlos and gently takes his arm. Now, can we retire back to your car? There are a few things I wish to discuss with you.

She allows herself to be led back to the limo, and once inside she turns a serious face towards her host.

Now, I do not want to pry into your more secretive affairs, and since you have already revealed so much to me already, I will not be offended if you choose to remain silent in reply to my next series of questions.

She pauses, and continues. We have heard all sorts of accounts concerning a certain Iraqstani protectorate called Um Lizaa. We are curious as to what this is, and the fact that it too seems to worship Sirithil.

Blinking back his surprise Carlos just smiles "The nation you speak of indeed is a protectorate of the holy empire a break away state that aided and helped an illegal invasion of iraqstan many years ago. In fact as much as rumours persist of grevious abuse of human rights the people live quite peacefully. They too have been blessed with the allowance to worship Sirithil but for reasons I'd rather not go into they are neither enlightened or pure."

Shrugging softly Carlos simply smiles and waits for her to continue.

G411 shrugs and lets it drop, knowing that Carlos is not being completely forthright in telling the truth. She doesn't truely care, as curiosity was what drove her to ask the question, not any real sense of "human rights".

Well, what do your people do for fun and relaxation? Do you have casinos, theatres, shot put arenas? I want to know so We can have something similar on the Disc, and it will allow us to further understand the psyche of a new influx of population.

Chuckling carlos smiles "We have casinos, theatres, shops, surprisingly shot-put arenas and a local rugby tournament. As far as relaxtion goes there are the many public beaches surrounding our fine nation as well as a few lakes and man made oasises. Our local swimming pools are tempreture controled to be cool in summer and warm in winter.

Due to the success of a band sponsored by the government there are record shops and music scouts popping up all over the empire finding new talent and makeing a new avenue for youth and elderly alike to release tensions and strains through musical relaxations."

Sitting Carlos smiles "Is there anywhere else you'd like to see my dear? As I have said I am at your service for as long as you wish to stay here."

Do you have theatre? I would love to see an Iraqstani play if that is at all possible. Even if it is amaturish, or done on the community scale, it would be nice.

She gives him a sheepish grin.

I have never actually been to the theatre.

Smiling broadly Carlos winks "I'm sure we can arrange for a visit to one of the theatre halls my dear. Of course I'm not much of a theatre person myself but I'd be honoured to take you."

Smirking with apparent mischief Carlos winks and continues "Perhaps you'd like a chance to clean up or freshen up a bit before we go?"

G411 smiles sweetly at Carlos and nods. Yes, that would be nice. I would also like the chance to slip into something... more appropriate for a theatrical event.

She crosses her legs and relaxes back against her seat, extending her arms across the back. She smiles again, lazily this time, her head turning to allow her to watch the scenery as it slides past the window.

Nodding Carlos smiles and blushes as he catches himself staring. "Would you prefer to stop off at your ship or one of my palaces to change?" He asks softly blushing as he catches himself staring.

She turns back to regard him, a twinkle in her eye.

But, my dear Carlos, my ships are setting up a mining facility, and you do not truely expect me to change in my transport skiff? I would like it, however, if you would send one of your people to my transport to retrieve my carrying case. The ship will recognize him/her, if your servant speaks to it.

Smiling and blushing Carlos looks away for a moment chuckling softly. "Forgive me, I just thought you'd be more comfortable in your own enviroment. As for retrieving your stuff it will be done immediately. I'll have it meet us at the palace." Putting action to words Carlos calls one of his guards and relays the orders.

Sitting back he orders the guard to take them to the palace and smiles softly to G411. "I trust there is nothing of yet that has offended you? My limo can be a tad uncomfortable at times I know."

G411 shakes her head. It is definitely not one of the luxurious cruiser transports of the old Caelistis Gens, but it is quite nice nonetheless.

She sighs contentedly and closes her eyes. It is nice to get away from the insanity of the other diplomatic relations I am overseeing, let me tell you... I will admit, I was hoping this was going to be as relaxed as it has been.

Smiling Carlos winks at her and chuckles "I pride my ability to keep a relaxed and calm attitude about things. Important or not comfort and relaxation of my guests is the priority of a good host.

As I have said myself and the comforts of services here in the capital are at your service my dear."

Excellent! You are truely a most excellent host, and I have enjoyed myself immensely thus far. She beams him another smile, and then watches the road slip past as they continue towards the capital.

Smiling softly Carlos looks out the window at the many different houses and objects passing them. The long minutes pass by in silence as he tries to think of what else to talk about.

Watching G411 out of the corner of his eye he cant help but admire the stunning beauty of her and smiles inwardly. "So tell my my dear, do you have a preferance for what type of theatre show to see? A comedy? A romance, a thriller? all of the above?"

She shrugs slightly, pondering. A tragedy would be lovely... I just love Shakespeare, and Othello was the best play I have ever had the pleasure of reading... Unfortunately, I have not had the chance to see it. She frowns slightly, and sighs.

So yes, a Tragedy would be what I want to see.

Nodding Carlos smiles, "When you are changing I'll see what I can stir up for you. With an eye towards your personal choices of course."

As he finishes his sentance the limo pulls up outside another lavish palace, it's doors large and ornamently designed with diamonds covering the borders. Waiting for them is a guard holding lightly a bag. Nodding to the Guard Carlos smiles "your things my dear." As the limo rolsl to a stop he opens the door and steps out reaching in to offer G411 his hand.

She gently takes the offered hand and rises from the limo. She focuses a small section of her gravitic field to reach out and take the case from the guardsman, allowing it to merely float along behind her.

She smiles at Carlos, and links her arm within his. If you cannot find a tragedy playing, a comedy would be fine too. Whatever is available! I just do not want anything done in the post-modernist style with no real stage presence and little-to-nothing in the way costuming and props... I really hate staring at an empty stage.

Hiding his surprise at the floating bag he pats her hand gently. "My dear, I assure you I demand only the best for my self and my honoured guests. I promise you my dear only the best."

Opening the door he bows his head slightly "After you my dear."

She smiles again at the courtesy of her host and glides silently into the palace, her steps measured and flowing.

She pauses on the inside, and waits for Carlos to come and take her arm again. So, my dear, are you going to show me to my room, or are you going to pawn me off on an underling? A slight twinkle glints in her eye to show she really does not mind either way.

chuckling Carlos pats her hand, "I think if you dont mind I'll take you. My underlings are quite annoying sometimes." Leading her through the halls of the palace pointing out little bits of artwork and decorations all around the walls are smooth with the odd marble.

Stopping at a large door Carlos pushes it open and smiles "your room my lady, take as much time as you need and I will make our arrangements." Smiling softly Carlos softly pats her hand and lets her enter the room on her own.

G411 almost invites Carlos in, and pauses at the door for the barest moment. She decides against it, thinking that Blu would have her head for that one.

She smiles at him instead, and glides into her room...

She strips naked, remembering pointedly to not engage her static field, and then carefully ties herself into her leather dress.

She relaxes in a chair until a knock comes at the door. She gets up and glides over to it, and opens the door.

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Yes?

Taking in the vision before him Carlos becomes acutely aware of his jaw hanging so far open he almost trips over it. Hiding his apparent amazement at the beauty before him he smiles and brushes the creases out of his crisp formal suit.

"My dear Automata you look absolutely stunning. We have arrangements to see Orthello. We can catch a quick meal if you wish the play doesnt start for another hour. I do hope you enjoy our rendition of it." Offering her his arm he attempts to hide the obvious excitment he has in seeing her in such a dress.

She gives Carlos a brilliant smile and does a short pirouet. You think?

~*~

Several hours later, G411 stands and applauds the incredible talent of the actors performing Othello. She did not seem to care that this show seemed to have been put on at the last moment, or that there was literally no one else at the theatre other than annoyed-looking state dignitaries and the actors.

She turns to Carlos and gives him a light beck on the cheek. Thank you! The show was absolutely WONDERFUL. You simply must include these amazing actors on those going to the WorldDisc, please?

Watching her pirouet Carlos smiles brightly "More stunning than anything could describe my dear." Smiling he leads her out to the limo.

~*~

Smiling and applauding with her Carlos accepts the kiss with a blush and a squeeze of her hand. "Of course I will, I think they'd be honoured with such a move. Would you like to tell them yourself my dear? It can be arranged."

Smiling brightly he winks at her and offers his arm once more.

G411 does get her chance to meet the actors, and invites all of them to perform Othello on the WorldDisc.

They readily agree, and G411 and Carlos go back to another random palace.

G411 meets a few officials, attends a state dinner, and addresses the Iraqstani government concerning the newfound relations between Angelus and Iraqstan. All is fine and dandy.

Three days later, all is ready, and G411 meets with Carlos in front of the palace where she had been staying. She smiles at him and takes his arm.

Carlos, I know that you are a Sirithilist, but I want you to have something. She gives him a small black-velvet bag wth golden drawstrings. Inside there is a small round medallion and chain made of highly-polished adamantite. Emblazoned on the medallion is the symbol of the Church of Angelus. (http://www.silentrequiem.net/churchofangelus.jpg)

It will bring you luck, and the Creators will smile down on you with peace.

Smiling at her he opens the pouch. Spotting the medallion his eyes open with obvious surprise and delight. "My dear it's wonderful and fear not I shall treasure it as much as I treasure the enjoyment we have both had on this trip." Pausing a moment Carlos puts the medallion on and smiles. "How does it look my dear?"

Taking her arm in his Carlos pats her hand. "My dear just having to spend time with you is all the luck I could ever need. Truly it is a wonderful gift. I just wish I could give you something of equal importance and beauty."

She grins at him. You have, my dear. You have given Us an excellent opportunity, and bestowed upon me an incredible honor. I am delighted to be able to give you such a gift.

She looks at him, and the medallion hanging on his chest. It is beautiful.

They walk out of the mansion and into the waiting limo. Are you sure it is ok for you to be leaving Iraqstan? While I know that We would love to have you visit the Disc, I do not want you to leave your nation untended...

Smiling Carlos pats her hand softly. "It will be fine, after all I have Muhammed to look after things. He handeled my forced leave qiute well. I assure you there would be nothing I'd like to do more than visit the world-disc."

Sitting back Carlos watches the scenery flash past as the limo takes them back to the spot where G411's transport skiff resides. "I must say your craft are quite...amazing . That alone entices me to come along. I am dying to see them from the inside."

G411 grins slightly. Well then, my friend... You are in for one hell of a surprise once we get to the WorldDisc. Hopefully you will get the chance to meet the Mainframe and Omicron Blu... You will be truely impressed then...

She gives him a wink and the limo drives up to the airport. Several moments later, the much larger Angelic vessels arrive and one of them sinks down towards them. It lands barely a few feet from them, the massive structure floating not even a foot above the ground.

Well, Carlos. Are your people ready to travel vast spacial distances?]

Smiling Carlos points to the lines of people ready to depart just off to the side. "They are ready and as eager as I am Automata to see the stars and the WorldDisc" He whispers staring entrancedly at the massive ship.

"This ship is absolutely amazing my dear, far more impressive than the space junk we produce." Smiling he takes a tentative step forward and stares wide eyed and childlike at the structural design and how it floats.

"Absolutely magnificant" he whispers once more....

G411 shakes her head. Never call your ships junk. Though they might be, be proud of what you produce anyway. Everyone starts somewhere, even Us.

She grins at him, and they sit for a goodly bit while the Iraqstanis are slowly loaded on board the massive ship. Finally, the last of Carlos' people are on board, and G411 stands. Well, here we go. Off into the wild blue yonder. She gives him another cockeyed grin, and a glowing gravdisc seperates from the ship to float over to them.

She steps up onto it, and extends her hand to Carlos. Shall we?

Chuckling Carlos eyes the gravdisc cautiously before reaching out and taking G411's hand. Stepping up onto it he looks about worried like.

"Just what exactly is this? Will it hurt?" he asks with a sly grin on his face and a body language of extreme awe.

Chuckling Carlos eyes the gravdisc cautiously before reaching out and taking G411's hand. Stepping up onto it he looks about worried like.

"Just what exactly is this? Will it hurt?" he asks with a sly grin on his face and a body language of extreme awe.

G411 laughs softly. No, my friend, it will not hurt. The Gravdiscs are as stable as any elevator.

When he has stepped onto it, the glowing disk lifts into the air and moves rapidly across the body of the ship. The massive starship is suddenly laid out beneath them in all of its majestic splendor, and G411 smiles with pride as they move quickly across its gleeming surface.

Finally, they come to a large opening far forward in the ship, and the gravdisc sinks down into a large forward docking bay. Several hundred battledrones line the walls in perfectly arrayed towers, and quite a few much larger fighters fill the empty spaces almost to capacity.

As you can see, this is most clearly a ship of war... However, We are most pleased when its intended use is not the reason for its flight.

Stareing with open wonder at the majestic splendor if it all he smiles and absently rubs his fingers together with glee.

"Such a beautiful ship my friend." smileing at the rest of her comment he continues to take in every detail of the ship showing awe and respect totaly and easily.

"How long will it take to get to the world-disc? What powers these wonderful things? Forgive me for seeming impatient but... Such wonders open to me..... Truly this is more honour than I deserve my dear." Winking at her he offers her his arm and waits for her to lead thet way.

From here? G411 shrugs. Well, exiting Earth's atmosphere will take about three minutes, then flying far enough out from Earth's gravity well as to not be torn apart takes another five minutes... then the Jump to the Saturnian system takes about 15 minutes, and then there is approach and docking procedures.

She smiles slightly. About thirty minutes or so.

She listens to his other question in silence, and then nods. The ships are powered by a complex matter/antimatter reaction array. Basically, a huge thermonuclear reactor on a scale that most earth-based nations have yet to fully comprehend, much less start putting into use.

She grins and gives him a wink. Pshaw. I have had a wonderful time, and I fully intend to treat you as well as I have been treated.

Blinking Carlos smiles. "Amazing.... absolutely amazing. I remeber taking a trip in Nathicana's personal shuttle. I thought that was quick.... but 30 minutes? amazing." smileing like a kid in a toy shop Carlos watches all around him with open glee.

"My dear, you deserve far better than the humble offerings I and my country have offered that I can assure you. Just being allowed to see inside this vessel is honour enough for me." Patting her hand he looks at her with a grin "I would like nothing better than to enjoy more time with you my friend."

G411 shakes her head. Blu is going to have a field day with you, my friend... She chuckles to herself, and the disk continues towards a large airlock-looking iris in the far wall of the docking bay.

As they approach, the door irises open, and the gravdisc slips right inside to slide effortlessly into the floor of a long smooth hallway. G411 motions for Carllos to watch his balance, as they suddenly find themselves standing on unmoving ground.

She grins at him, and leads off down the corridor, passing several branches before finally coming to the end.

Well, Carlos, welcome to the organic section of the bridge. She waves her hand, and the door slides open to reveal an incredibly ornate replica of a captin's cabin aboard a late 18th-century schooner. Incredibly detailed filligree covers everything, from the near-garish chairs, to the silver bracings on the faux-wood panelling.

In the middle of the room is a large captain's chair seeming to grow directly from the ground, with two secondary chairs arrayed beside it. Before them is a large viewscreen wrapping around the wall, currently displaying the landscaping directly in front of the ship.

Well, what do you think?

Stumbling ever so slightly as he steps off the gravdisc Carlos hides it or so he thinks rather well by doing a little hop and skip. Grinning ruefully he looks about the revealed room and all mischeif evaporates into open awe and amazement.

"My dear, it's beautiful this is absolutely amazing......" Is all he manages to whisper as he drinks up the surroundings of him. Eyeing the viewscreen he shakes his head in amazement "Man, I need to get a better interior designer for my ships." With a grin he winks at G411 and chuckles.

"Truly this is amazing, I am looking forward even more now to seeing the worlddisc."

G411 chuckles softly. Well, when one has near-limitless resources to work with, lavish surroundings become a part of normal life.

She leads him through the cabin, giving him a full tour before they settle down in the command couches for take off. For his benefit, she offers him to sit in the Captain's chair, and when he takes his seat, a whole holographic world opens up for him. A full 3D diagram of the ship blossoms to life above the right armrest, and the entire plethora of weaponry available to him flares into existence on his left, small status icons glowing green beside each statistic.

Suddenly, the ship lifts from the ground, only the slightest tremble flowing through the ship as the internal gravgens work to compensate for the rapid acceleration straight up.

The viewscreen follows the movement with to-the-second accuracy, and they both watch as the blue sky gives way to the speckled darkness of space.

Studying the ship and listening to G411's words intently Carlos casts an appreciative and awefilled gaze of the ship as the tour continues. Blushing as he sits he gets comfortable and faces towards the front.

Gasping softly at the sheer impresiveness revealed to him Carlos studies the holographic displays like a child inspecting his father's gun. Playing over his face a rueful and some what malicious smirk can be seen as he studies the firing controls raptly.

"Yet more honour do you give to me my dear. Truly this is wonderful" He whispers out of sheer awe as the blue of the sky gives way to blackenss of space. Shivering in his core Carlos smiles and stares out the viewscreens. "As much as I've traveled this I never grow tired of watching it. Truly an amazing view the stars give off. Such wonder and mystery."

"My dear.... A question if I may.....I'm certainly not flying this vessel am I?" He asks a hint of embarrasment playing accross his face.

G411 laughs. Goodness no. Since this is your first time on this ship, I would be quite surprised to learn that you had even the foggiest idea of how to pilot it.

However... She gives him a shielded grin. I could show you how to basically fly it, and you could take over... if you want.

Blinking in surprise Carlos almost melts from the chair in shock. "You're jokeing yes?" He whispers softly as he tries to hide his obvious shock and dumbfoundness.

Looking about him he shakes his head... "If your indeed serious....I'd love to give it a try.... Aslong as it's no risk or problem...." Smileing sheepishly he looks on with an eagerness that cannot be hidden anymore.

Two sphere-shaped holograms appear just above his hands. The two spheres there are tactile hologams. Using a high-frequency electric field, we can manipulate the nerves in your hands to believe that they are actually touching something with substance.

The right sphere controls spacial relations, whereas the left one controls speed and direction. Simply place your hands on top of them, and move them about a little.

She grins. It'll take a little to get used to, but you'll get the hang of it. And do not worry about doing something bad, the ship's AI is in absolute control, and is only allowing you to pilot, and will not let anything bad happen to her ship.

Chuckling softly Carlos tentively places his hands atop the holographic spheres. Flinching as he feels texture beneath his hands he smirks softly. Looking up a glint of mischeif in his eyes Carlos moves the left sphere to the right and watches the reactions.

Twisting the spheres about in experimentation Carlos gains a bit of confidence in how they work and grins at G411. "This is fun.... You're sure I'm not causing any harm to anything?" He asks quietly as he continues to experiment with the spheres.

G411 watches the viewscreen tilt and whirl as he moves the controls.

Well, aside from the possibility of giving anyone watching this a severe case of motion sickness? She grins and shakes her head. Absolutely not. All sorts of failsafes keep you from stressing the hull, and the engines are more than capable of handling any additional strain.

She grins again. So, how does it feel to be piloting an 8km long starship?

Blinking in shock Carlos stares slack jawed at her.... "8km? well....I didnt think the ship was THAT big......" looking out the viewscreens once more he smirks ruefully. "Aside from suddenly feeling rather small compared to it, it's quite..... Fun." Winking to G411 he rests his hands on the spheres once more and takes on the eager apperance of a student wanting extra grades.

"What else could you teach me?" He whispers a sly grin running over his lips.

Welll... She places her hands on her hips and thinks for a moment. FarJumping is pretty easy. You merely tell the computer where you want to go, and just wave your hand through that blue-and-green field over there. Weapons are all automated, with intense AI tracking systems, so those are not very fun...

She shakes her head. There really is not all that to do as pilot of an Angelic Cruiser. The ship's AI controls most of everything.

Feigning disappointment Carlos breaks the expression with a wink and a chuckle. "Just having the chance to do what I've done is fun enough my friend. I am truly amazed and... To say it plainly I feel like a kid in a toy shop." Blushing he sits back and relishes the taste of angelic power he's been given.

"Do you need to take over?" He asks looking up with a smile on his face.

She gets a mysterious look in her eyes. The real fun of piloting an Angelic craft is when you get an Augment. With it, you can pilot a ship without a touch, and be the ship without boundaries.

With the Augment, all of your sensory input comes from the ship, you see with the ship's eyes, feel with the ship's sensors, and fight with the ship's wepaons. She shakes her head again. Truely an amazing experience.

With a sigh, the ship's AI takes over and a soft klaxon sounds throughout the ship.

[Initiating FarJump Sequence in 5 minutes. Prepare for Jump.]

Carlos smiles softly and relfexivly jerks his hands away from the controls as the ship's AI takes over. "A special Augment eh? My father had a research program running on neural data feeds but it never got far. The subjects died. Fascinating from what I've read. It sounds positively exciting to experiance." He whispers and smiles softly.

As the ship announces the jump time he looks a bout quickly. "Well, I wasnt expecting that." He mutters ruefully and hunts for straps on the seat to strap him self in. "I recall you saying this would be a quick jump, for me it's going to be positively exciting and much too fast an experiance."

Simply relax, Carlos. The Singularity will not let you feel a thing. To Us, we will simply feel a little pulling at our stomachs, and then we will be elsewhere.

She shrugs. Impressive as hell, but not very noticable.

A grin spreads across her face, and a large red timer appears on the screen, slowly counting down to zero.

It does, and the universe seems to stand still. For the space of time between one breath and the next, the image on the viewscreen warps and elongates, and suddenly they are no longer in orbit above earth.

See, I told you. Not very impressive. She shrugs again, and then motions to the screen. My friend, I give you the WorldDisc. Almost 4,000 Km across, and nearly 450 tall, the WorldDisc is second only to the Ring as the greatest industrial marvel in the known universe, and second to none in pure technological genius. Over 2 billion people live and work in the disc, all within supreme comfort and at a standard of living undreamt of back on earth.

I give you the Homeworld of Angelus.

Chuckling nervously Carlos watches the timer count down and in an unguarded moment of anxiety closes his eyes as the countdown comes to an end. Opening his eyes Carlos stares in pure wonderment at the view before him.

"By all that is Eternal and graceful! This.... This is the most impressive structure I have ever had the chance to see with my own eyes." He whispers in pure astonisment, drinking in the entirety of the worlddisc he shakes his head in both amazement and disbelief. "All this...houses people? And Angels? My dear I think I'm going to have an information overload." He whispers with a grin playing accross his face.

G411 laughs softly and points towards a large gate in the side. That is port .045, the entrance to the Organic Sector. As we get closer, they will take us in.

She smiles. We are still kind of far away, but give us a few minutes, and We'll be right on top of her.

Even as she speaks, the massive station suddenly seems to grow in size as the powerful engines on board the ship begin shoving them forward at an incredible speed.

Finally, the massive curve of the WorldDisc seems to fade into a long stretch of unbroken steel, and three beams of emerald luminescense lances out to grasp the massive MotherShip to the Disc, pulling her closer into a metallic embrace.

Port .045 opens up to them, a great iris backlit by blinding light. Slowly, the massive ship is pulled through the equally-as-impressive gate, and is carried through like a mother holding a child.

With a soft touch, the ship settles into its birth, and G411 turns to Carlos with a smile.

Welcome to the WorldDisc.

Gasping in surprise Carlos leans forward to better take in all that is around him. "Magnificant." He whispers as he stands and looks about with wide eyes.

"My friend.... This is truly....amazing. How long did it take to build such.... a wonderous creation?" Seeming lost Carlos tries to co-ordinate his senses and motions.

"I... I have no idea where to go. Tell me all you can ab out this place please. This is truly amazing."

G411 stands and strides over to the door. Well, if you wish to see everything, we best get started! I'll show you to your rooms first, so your servants can drop off any items you wish to get rid of, then we can tour the Central Hub, and afterwards, you can decide where you want to go.

She smiles at him and turns towards the door, leading Carlos onto a waiting gravdisc. Gracefully, the gravdisc lifts off of the ground to glide down the hallway, slowly picking up speed as it nears the airlock. The doors iris open at the last possible instant, and they shoot outwards over the vast complex of Port .045.

The massive hangar stretches beneath them, hundreds of ships running the whole gamut in sizes spaced all over the huge floorspace. A whole myriad of different beings move about and around the ships, and the ambient noise of the busy hangar fills their ears with chaos.

G411 allows the gravdisc to hover for a few moments, and then the disc hurtles up, arching swiftly away from the floor to the opening in what looks like a long tube. For a very brief moment, an impression of immense speed flows across them, and then they feel nothing. The TransportTube is dimly lit, only the random pool of light to assist the organic psyche giving example for how fast they are truely travelling. The disc shoots through an amazing laberynth of twists and turns, never slowing in the least in taking such boggling angles.

Finally, they drop like a stone and burst into brilliance, and once again the walls fall away, opening up into another massive chamber. This is the Central Hub, the main point of reference for the entire Organic Sector. Everything can be reached from here. The Habitats, the Pleasure Dome, the industrial complex, the business district, everything. All of the Organic interaction that goes on in the WorldDisc is based out of here.

The room is indeed massive, built on the scale of the WorldDisc itself. Reaching almost a mile in height, the ground is almost lost beneath them. Huge archways open in the walls, all leading to parts unknown. Walkways and ramps and stairwells criscross the massive space, huge intersections hang by threads within the emptiness, hundreds of thousands of people busily moving about across dizzying depths. Once again, the plethora of species is very evident, with the crowds below interspersed with man, machine, elf, dwarf, and other various races.

And everywhere, an immeasurable amount of Guardians stand in absolute stillness, their black plating and bulky frames a stark contrast to the brilliant cacophany moving all about them.

Taking in the surroundings Carlos smiles and clutches to G411's hand tightly. "This place.... in the name of all that is elvish it's...amazing! so many races, so many cultures... I've never seen such...diversity and the construction is beautiful. Tell me my dear, have I died and gone to some sort of tehcnological eternity? I... I cannot comprehand all that is before me."

Laughing like a school boy he stares wide eyed about him drinking in the sights, sounds and smells of the place, his eyebrows arch at the mention of the pleasuredome as thoughts and ideas run rampantly through his head before shaking it softly and dismissing them.

"I do hope we have enough time to see all this place. Please, I am at your mercy in what you show."

No, my friend. She laughs softly, You have not died... But for many around us, this IS eternity. Furthermore, to those that are members of the Church, this is heaven in all aspects of the word. Those that Believe are transferred here after they die, their essences living for as long as We exist, within the Mainframe.

She spreads her hands about, indicating the technological marvel that exists. And, after We Ascend, this will all change. It all has a purpose, and that purpose will be revealed within the true splendour of the Archailect.

She smiles at him. But I will narrow it for you. Two choices, the Pleasure Dome, or the Chamber of Thirteen? Either way, I must introduce you to my Mistress, Omicron Blu, the Speaker of the Empire.

Nodding slightly Carlos smiles softly. "Truly, fascinating and enlightening my dear." Staring at her slightly he furrows his brows. "How would it change?" Looking about he attempts to spot points for improvement or modification but shrugs softly and winks.

"as for meating Omicron Blu I would be most honoured my dear, I am eager to meet more of your uh.... People."

G411 hmms. Excellent. Then I shall lead you to the Council Chambers. Not many people get to go there, so feel special that you have been invited. She gives him a tight grin, and the gravdisc archs upwards towards a perfectly round opening in the Hub wall, it's decoration breaking the uniform white with darkly glittering chrome.

They sink into the tunnel, their glowing disc hurtling past the smooth walls, the regularly spaced blue lights marking a visual cadence along their route.

Suddenly, the disc shoots out into a vast sphere, the emptiness devoid of all light, save for thirteen blue-white spotlights shining down upon a platform in the centre of the sphere.

Highlighted within those thirteen pools are thirteen thick disks, above each floats a single entity, their postures posed, regal, noble. Their voices rise in a beautiful harmony, each word articulated and perfectly spoken, their language the language of the ancient Sumerians, their tonal inflections, perfect.

The gravdisc glides up towards the pools of light, and slides into place before them. Another spotlight clicks on, and they are both suddenly bathed in a serene blue-white glow.

Above and before them, the conversation ceases, and the Thirteen rotate outwards to form a semicircle around and before them. A tall man floats in the middle, a leather cowl casting deep shadows across his face, his bare arms held loosely at his sides.

For a moment, it seems as if the Council is simply watching them, waiting... And then the central figure speaks, his voice relatively soft in the massive emptiness that surrounds them, but filled with the awesome power of his iron will.

Greetings, Carlos Quil'raya, Furher of Iraqstan. I am Automata-Designate X1, First-of-Thirteen. You may call be Xanone.

Arrayed before you is the Council of Thirteen, the leadership of the Holy Empire of Angelus.

Staring all around as they rise up Carlos is overwhealmed with awe and shock. Entering the room he looks at the 13 figures before him and bows his head respecfully.

Staring at the floor he spots the blue aura around him and shivers slightly. Looking up he notices the 13 around him and he stares at them quickly in turn before returning to the figure before him.

Shock rides freely on his face as the soft voice speaks to him Carlos quickly regains his composure and bows deeply. "You honour me with such a vision. I am humbled beyond words to be in the presence of such....powerful people. Please accept my sincerest apologies for seeming....rude I am mearly at a loss for words."

Looking up he smiles softly and looks at them all once more.

Xanone smiles softly. For all Our power, and for all of Our knowledge, We are still living creatures. As individuals, We represent only Ourselves... But Together, We are Angelus. He makes a soft noise, and then pushes his hood back to reveal an angular face with sharply handsome features.

His inky black hair is long and tied back behind his neck, and his piercing black eyes seem to look straight through him.

Before you is merely the Leadership, the political faces that guide and administrate. All around you is the essence of the Angel, the collective consciousness that makes Us more than individuals...

One of the other figures, a young woman dressed in an immaculate black suit, floats forward to gain a closer look, her inquisative green eyes sparkling with interest. I am X13, the youngest of the Council. Do not be embarassed by your lack of experience concerning Us. We are different from you, but believe me when I say that you are just as interesting to Us as We are to you... Merely in a different way.

She smiles, and another of the Council speaks. This was another male, swathed in flowing robes, his arabic-looking features bronzed and hardened by burning sands. We have watched you for some time, and We are most pleased to finally have you here among Us.

Gasping inwardly at the stunning features of Xanone and the others Carlos blushes and bows his head. "You all are impressive and awe inspiring, what you have created is paramount proof of the creativity and awesomeness of you all."

blinking in surprise at their statement of watching him he smiles softly. "I am honoured that you would take such interest in the happenings of my small and insignificant country. I too am pleased to be here, amazed and slightly frightened but pleased all the same." Shivering slightly as it all sinks in he covers it by locking his arms together behind his back.

A woman speaks up now. Dressed in diaphonous white robes, she is the picture of an Indian shamaness. What are you afraid of?

The arab speaks again. What can We do to ease your mind?

Xanone smiles and purses his lips. We wish no animosity between us, and fear can be a precursor to anger, and anger to hate.

He sighs softly, and continues. We are your friends, We wish to help.

chuckling softly Carlos looks up again. "Simply frightened by the realisation that, a vast and powerful entity as yourselves have taken a notice of myself and my own. Such honours are very rare and extreamly eye opening.

I feel nothing but an eagerness to prove my worthyness of your attention but fear that I will never be able to attain such proof." shrugging softly he smiles again and looks back at the floor timidly and quietly.

The Shamaness smiles. Your provision of a security detail has more than proven that. We know that

The Arab interrupts, only to complete her sentance. Your people will be happy here, and that they

Xanone finishes the thought Will perform adequately.

Xanthirteen grins and takes her place among her peers. Is there anything that you would like to ask Us concerning your people? Or anything else that is on your mind? A whole plethora of answers are available to you, the vast amalgamation of almost two thousand years of Our collected knowledge, and the recorded history of all known space.

Thinking deeply Carlos chuckles softly. "I am unable to think of anything to ask unfortunately. My mind is blank the impressiveness of you and your creations has subdued any questions I might of asked.

In a good way I might add." Grinning Carlos nods his head softly. "Although I do have one question, my people they will be breifed on their roles completely soon yes?"

One of the others speaks up, a military man dressed in a sharp black uniform. Yes. As soon as they have been settled in their new homes, they will recieve a notice via openmail. This notice will concern their visiting the infirmary to recieve the Augment, also it will reveal the full scope of their duties while on board the Disc.

The indian continues. If you would like, a copy can be delivered to you.

Smiling softly Carlos nods. "Please, if it is not a hassle." Looking about him quickly he blinks slowly and stifles an exhausted yawn. "Forgive me, I've been rather flooded with impressive creations and peoples that I've almost run out of energy."

Smiling sheepishly he bows his head as if embarrased.

Ah, forgive Us! Xanone sighs. Oftentimes We forget that organics lack the stamina that We employ. Omicron Blu will show you to your rooms.

At this, a beautiful woman dressed in black and blue leather floats into view next to Carlos. She smiles at him, and floats down a little to be even with him. Good evening, Carlos. I am Automata-Designate Omicron Blu, Speaker of the Holy Empire.

Smiling softly Carlos bows his head politely. "A pleasure to meet you Automata, as before it is an honour." Running an eye up and down her he takes in her entirtey and blushes as he catches himself staring at her.

"Forgive me....truly" Is all he mutters and blushes once more.

Blu smiles at Carlos. Oh do relax, Carlos. I am sure that you have beautiful women in Iraqstan. She gently touches his shoulder, and lifts his chin. Come now, we have places to go.

She smiles and the gravdisc lifts from the ground to slide away from the Council.

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Several minutes later, they are dropping into another chute from the Central Hub, rocketing towards the Habitats. There are currently twelve habitats, each quite large and capable of maintaining several million organics in relative comfort.

As you have noticed, the Organic Sector is quite large, and though it is only a single Sector of the WorldDisc, walking is really not very feasable. Everyone learns how to pilot a gravdisc rather quickly, as it is the only truely effective mode of transportation on the Disc.

The disc drops through into a huge cylindrical chamber, similar in build to the Central hub, but with rows and rows of doorways leading from circular walkways. This is Our latest habitat, not very eco-friendly, but is the most efficient use of space. Some of the older Habitats have gardens and groves, but this was an expirament that has done rather well. We have noticed that many of the Organics that choose to live here are rather Spartan, and thus the supreme comforts are not necessarily required.

The disc drops further, and stops even to one of the balconies. This is level 147, in Habitat 12. The Iraqstani people will be living here.

Looking about he smiles and takes in the information. At the mention of the Habitat he smiles knowingly and chuckles. "Reminds me of some of the more cramped areas of Sirithilia..." He whispers and looks about him. Arriving at the level his people would be using he looks about inspectingly and nods approvingly. "This will be perfect for them. I'm sure they will fit in quite comfortably here. Truly I still find it hard to believe my people were chosen by you for this job." Chuckling softly he offers Omicron his arm.

"Please, lead the way."

Blu takes it and smiles, leading him towards one of the doors. The suites are quite roomy, and the selections are decided by familial units. The larger the family, the larger the suite. Also, depending on merit, larger units can be obtained by individuals, but the cases are rare.

The door slides open at her touch, and they walk into a short hallway of tiled floors and wood-panelled walls. A small screen is set into the wall, giving the place a very oriental feel.

All of the rooms in this Habitat are designed from late 16th century Japanese domiciles. The wooden floors, walls, cielings, the stylized sliding screen partitions, even the artwork is derived from that era.

Of course, there are modern amenities, but they are hidden discreetly behind sectioned panels.

Smiling openly Carlos pats her hand softly. "I believe you have found a passion of mine. History is one of a few things I hold as dear to me. This place is absolutely stunning." Staring about he drinks in the room and chuckles.

"What else is there to this habitat? Public eateries?"

There are autodispensers in each of the units, but the selection is designed principly to provide essential nutrients and proteins. There is a local food distribution node on level 100, which most tend to gravitate towards.

She smiles. Within the domiciles there are also shower units, as well as a cleaning unit for clothing.

She turns and leads him out and back onto the gravdisc. History is also a rather intense passion of mine. Particularily early to mid Renessaince. The period is simply facinating, with an incredible redunancy to international relations. Amusing, to say the least, but ultimately a building block for later-period diplomacy.

Nodding Carlos chuckles. "Indeed, a very interesting period, personal I myself prefer the exploits and dominations of the roman empire and egyptian works. War for some reason runs in my blood much more than anything else. Yet I dont think I do a bad job of diplomacy when it's needed."

Chuckling Carlos eyes the gravdisc with a curious expression. "Just how hard is it to learn to fly one of these?"

Blu smiles softly. Ahh... Egypt.

"Thou art the Great Chief, the first among thy brethren, the Prince of the Company of the Gods, the stablisher of Right and Truth throughout the World, the Son who was set on the great throne of his father Keb. Thou art the beloved of thy mother Nut, the mighty one of valour, who overthrew the Sebau-fiend. Thou didst stand up and smite thine enemy, and set thy fear in thine adversary. Thou dost bring the boundaries of the mountains. Thy heart is fixed, thy legs are set firm. Thou art the heir of Keb and of the sovereignty of the Two Lands.

The Papyrus of Ani, the Book of the Dead. Excellent resource, from a most interesting time period.

She gives him a slight grin and looks down at the disc. Quite easy, actually, if you have an Augment. Without one, a user must log in to a local Network terminal, request the use of one, and input your destination at the terminal. Generally this takes a little longer than the simple desire to go somewhere, but it is as effective as We can manage.

Smiling Carlos bows his head. "Wonderful, abosolutely wonderful." Frowning slightly at the mention of augments he looks at her. "A question if you will. This is not the first time I've heard the word augments.... I was wondering...what are they?"

Looking up he smiles softly, "My father had some project into them but it was canceled and the data destroyed before I ever learnt of it, it's been a very curious subject for me."

Augments are a version of the same inorganic/organic interface built into my own body. Of course, the interface used by organics is much different than the one within my own skull, but the principles are the same.

Basically, it is an implant surgically inserted into the intersection of brain stem and rear lobe. It interfaces directly with brainwave functions, delivering a systematic datapulse directly into the brain. This facilitates many levels of interaction with the Angelic Mainframe, from the base communications use to advanced cspace integration.

Of course, with Augments, one can do any number of things including the creation of Cspace environments, modification of pre-existing environments, access to the DataNet, piloting some of the more widely-used Angelic craft, and even the ability to pilot a lot of craft that require a datajack.

Overall, the Augment is a tool, an interface design that has proven to be the most efficient form of communication and data transfer.

Shivering slightly Carlos grins. "And my people will be outfitted with these yes?" He asks with a strange glint in his eyes. Looking about him he chuckles softly and smiles. "It sounds truly fascinating. Obviously far better than anything my father ever dreamed of building. Something I will remember for future processes." Shrugging softly Carlos looks back up at her.

In order to better facilitate their working within the required Cspace environment, your people will be outfitted, yes. If you would like to, you can observe the procedure.

The gravdisc lifts off and shoots upwards to the highest balcony, and Blu floats off to stand near a door. This is the diplomatic level, reserved for heads of state, important visitors, and the like. The residences in Habitats 1-5 are more opulent, but We believed that you would be more comfortable closer to your people.

She leads him through another sliding door, into a rather large front entryway. Generally, it is customary to remove your shoes, but you are by no means required to. She motions to the small shoe stand near the door, and then floats over to push aside the black-and-white screen designed with leaf patterns.

Smiling softly Carlos kicks off his boots and places them on shoe stand. "I am never one to step on the rituals of such gracious places." Stepping towards Omicron he smiles softly and admires the room.

"And if possible I would like to be present for one of the procedures, forgive me but it's an old habit of wanting to see things atleast once. Curiosity is what marks me as vunerable."

Blu nods. Absolutely. But for now, you need to rest. There is a long day planned for tomorrow, and you need to get your sleep.

I'll make sure your servants are sent here to assist you in whatever you require, and I will return tomorrow morning at 0900, Earth Standard.

She smiles. Is there anything else I can help with before I depart?

Shaking his head Carlos smiles. "You've already done enough my friend. I thank you for such kindness and hospitality I have been shown. I truly do not deserve it."

Well then, I leave you to a good night of rest. If you require anything during the night, simply log in to the unit interface. There are terminals in every room, including the bathroom.

Log in with your name, and simply press your thumb to the DNA sequencer as your passcode.

She smiles and gives Carlos a polite bow. Be well, sir.

With that, she turns and floats out of the unit.

Smiling softly Carlos closes the panel and lays back on the bed. Chuckling softly he listens to the enviroment around him for a few minutes, dirnking in all he can hear.

Looking around the unit he chuckles. "I'm definately not on Zelgado, this place is magnificent." He mutters before closing his eyes and drifting into a quiet and deep sleep.

At exactly 0800, a soft chime sounds throughout the unit, a calm reminder of the meeting at 0900.

An hour later, Omicron Blu floats up to the door and her voice whispers through the com system in the room.

Good morning, Carlos. Are we ready?

Stretching one last time Carlos opens the door and grins sheepishly at Omicron and coughs lightly into his hand. "Ready as I'll ever be my friend. Would you like to come in?" Chuckling he steps to the side and bows his head.

She smiles and glides into the room. Well, my friend, while you were getting your sleep, a good bit of your people went through orientation. About half of them have been Augmented, enough to fill two shifts.

The first shift is already in Security Control, going through their second and final training sequence. Once they are through with that, they'll just need to get used to the interface, and they are ready for active duty.

She grins and floats through the rooms to the autodispenser. I apologise, but I've been checking up on you, and you haven't ordered any sustinence this morning. Would you like something? Tea? Coffee? A full English breakfast?

chuckling softly Carlos shakes his head. "Thank you but no, breakfast is not something I partake in." Nodding quietly to the explanation of his people Carlos grins and looks about him.

"I do hope they perform their tasks well. I would feel bad if my people did not perform their tasks well." Sitting down he looks up at Omicron and arches a brow.

She smiles and orders a pot of green tea. I can never get over how enjoyable it is to drink a cup of tea. She takes it and two cups out of the dispenser and floats over to sit crosslegged on the soft matting of the floor. She sets the pot and cups down on the low table, and proceeds to pour herself a cup.

She takes a slow sip and sighs with contentment. Ahh, the simple pleasures in life... I would envy you organics for being able to enjoy this as much as I, but... She shakes her head. I somehow think that you do not. Spend 900 years as a machine, and THEN try a cup of hot tea...

She grins and sets the cup down. Now, for our agenda. What would you like to do today? Well, rather, in what order would you like to do the things planned for today?

ooc: Remember, the whole place is done like an ancient Japanese apartment, so low tables and no chairs.

OOC: whoops :P

Sitting infront of her Carlos smiles and reaches for a cup and pours himself some tea. "Well, I was wondering if I could sit in on one of the operations on my people. Unless of course that's a problem..." Sipping his tea Carlos closes his eyes and smiles. "This is nice tea..."

She gives him a smile. A visitation with your people can most definitely be arranged. I am afraid that I must escort you through the more sensative areas on board the Disc, but you essentially have complete freedom of movement throughout Our installation. *
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She takes another sip of her tea and sighs with pleasure. She pauses simply to enjoy the tea, and then relaxes a little against the table. So tell me, Carlos, what do you do to relax? When the business of running a facisist nation becomes too much, how do you just "get away from it all"?

Laughing lightly Carlos leans forward and grins. "When the hassles of life get too much for me I simply tell Muhammed to watch over things and just disappear. My body guards really hate it when I dont tell them I'm leaving but I like to keep them on their toes.

Usualy I'll take a bandit mk2 to a firing range and attack targets with the weapons on them. Or I'll head to an airforce base and clock some flight time in a trainer jet. I'm really not that exciting." winking he looks about. "How does one such as yourself relax?"

Well, I don't actually. There are 9 of me now, nine different avatars spread out across local space. Somewhere, I am always doing something. She smiles at him. Even now, I'm presiding over a dispute between an Eniqciri cyborg and a Dominon MechaHuman over a .002 second difference between them in a race, working on a contract with the Knossos Guild concerning mining rights in the asteroid belt, meeting with Lord Rushe of Western Might concerning a possible treaty between his nation and Angelus, and what I'm doing with Maica right now is none of your business.
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She sighs and takes another sip. So you see, taking time out to drink a cup of tea is a rare pleasure for me.

chuckling softly Carlos shakes his head and grins. "All that and still have time for sitting here with me. Aah my friend I envy your ability to be every where." winking playfully he sips his tea and chuckles to himself.

Casting a curious look about him Carlos smiles. "What other things are there for me to lose myself too other than watching my people have things planted in their heads?"

Well... She thinks for a moment, pausing mostly for effect. The Church of Angelus Grand Cathedral (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/images/hs_hall2.jpg) is here, of course... There is also the Pleasure Dome (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/images/expansion.jpg), the Darklight District, the HoloChambers, and a whole plethora of resturants, theatres, and opera houses. In fact, later on this evening, the noted Dominion Soprano Maria Castellani (http://home.mchsi.com/~ketri/wsb/links/maria_castellani.jpg)will be singing a selection of songs from La Morte de Artur in the Orator Opera House, if you are interested.*
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One cannot be host to over 500 million organics and have nothing for them to do, now can one?

Raising an eyebrow Carlos puts his cup of tea down. "What is this pleasure dome I've heard many times now?" Pausing he thinks for a moment and chuckles. "Movies and operas, food my word you are very well equipped and impresively so I must say."

Sipping his tea again he looks at his hands for a moment and chuckles. "I would be delighted to go to the opera this evening."

The Pleasure Dome... She grins slightly and takes a sip of her tea. Well, it pretty much is exactly like it sounds. It is a later addition to the Organic Sector that provides a place for all sorts of rampant pleasures to be indulged in. There are, of course, restrictions, but there are enough things not restricted to facilitate a good time even if what you want is on the blacklist. Furthermore, depending on what it is, there may be a more legal way of persuing your fantasy, one just has to look.*
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The whole place is done in Greco-Roman architecture, providing a more hedonistic atmosphere than plain steel walls, and it harkens back to the days of Ancient Earth when the Romans were known for their excess.*
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She gives him a dazzling smile. Most excellent! I have reserved seating for us in the First Box, so it should be a most excellent evening. I've heard that even the Dread Lady herself is a fan of Ms. Castellani.

Chuckling softly Carlos' eyes glint with hidden glee at the thought of the pleasure dome and favors her with a small friendly smile at the opera seats. "It will be most enjoyable I'm sure." Coughing into his hand lightly Carlos puts his cup of tea down and pauses for a moment.

"I cant help but wonder about something. You and Automata G411 are able to float...how is that possible?"

Blu looks amused. It was decided during my creation that in order to present a more imposing picture to the world, I would be affixed with a gravitic levitation rig which would provide lift. The results were so well recieved that subsequent avatars were also affixed with one regardless of their stature. *
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Furthermore, it can be damned convenient to not have to walk, the gravitic field offers a significant amount of protection against a wide range of physical dangers, and when one is skilled with gravitic field frequency manipulation, the fields can be a handy tool that can be used in a variety of ways.

Smirking with glee Carlos winks. "I bet it's a great little tool to have. Truly my friend you have given me a plethora of ideas and thoughts on what I could aim my scientists towards. Even not knowing how it works I can describe it and they will try their hardest to find out about it." Shrugging softly Carlos smiles.

"Of course I dont wish to offend anyone and cause conflicts where they are not needed. But I will not lie and say I've no feelings of wonderment or want from seeing you and your technology."

Blu smiles at him. Interesting. We are curious as to what your scientists come up with regarding some of the things you will undoubtably relay to them. I would appriciate it if you would keep Us informed as to your progress on what your scientists decide to work on. I assure you, We would remain closelipped about whatever you choose to share with Us.

She smiles and sets the teacup down. Well, it is time. If we leave now, we can catch the last couple of implants being put into your people. It really is rather unremarkable, but I can understand your curiousity.

With a soft sigh, Blu floats upwards to her normal height and smiles as Carlos stands to his feet. If you are ready, would you please follow me?

Setting his tea cup down Carlos stands and smiles. "We will of course, inform you of what ever we acheive technological wise my friend." Brushing the creases from his pants Carlos bows his head slightly.

"Please lead the way."

Blu smiles at him and leads him out of the room and onto a waiting gravdisc.

Soon, they are whisking rapidly along through one of the many transport tubes, heading towards one of the many infirmeries situated throughout the Organic Sector. While in transit, Blu turns to Carlos and begins.

The surgery is actually quite simple. The Augment is placed at the base of the brain, directly attached to the brain stem. From this rig is extended three diodes onto the brain, each diode connecting to the Visual, Audio, and Somatic cortexes. Since the control rig itself is situated on the pain tactile pathway, it serves a stimulatory function as well as its primary communication/relay/control function.

She pauses to allow him to think about it for a moment, and then continues.

The Augment works by stimulating the various areas of the brain by interfering with baseline brainwave activity. It simulates specific wave patterns, fooling the brain into "seeing" what is not truely there.

Of course, as the user dictates, the stimulus can be shut down, changed, and select which stimulus to allow, if any. The user can either enjoy a fully interactive experience, or merely use it as a library device.

Furthermore, the whole function of the Augment is much more complicate than this, but this is the simplist way to explain it.

Nodding Carlos smiles and listens intently to what Blu says. "Sounds absolutely fascinating indeed. Have there ever been any side affects or rejections of the augments?" Arching his brows curiously Carlos stares on like a student eager to learn all he can.