NationStates Jolt Archive

Wayne Durfist, charged with coordinating all the aspects of the Global Technology and Culture Exposition in Wyrmsvaar, looks with pride upon a purple and gold banner displaying "GTC Expo" in a blue as brilliant as one might find on those toothbrushes with the blue stripes. The space in which he stands, the main lobby of the Central Exchange Center in Hnfitagbbtlingranog. The city is old, founded in 1971 by a man who wasn't very creative, but possessed a typewriter and was quite capable of typing with his fists. Unfortunately, this has led to discontent amongst the populace (that and all the oppression), so a large number of heavily-armed Wyrmsvaari police and mercenaries hired from the organization "Sfalat" have been brought in to ensure order. They man and woman metal detectors and patrol the grounds as the first visitors begin arriving.

Vastly bored by the introductory paragraph, Durfist heads over to the elevator with the intent of visiting the robotics demonstrations on the fifth floor. He enters, and to pass the brief time of the lonely elevator ride, he cleverly inserts a list of the exhibits:

Ageaol
Robots - Watch them fix every ailment you possess, perform surgery, change your look, even change your identity by changing your voice and finger prints and even use DNA washing!
Cerebral Interfaces - Watch was we simply plug humans into the web and they experience it first hand! Even see them get viruses!
“Genesis effect” - Turn a dead inanimate object into a living breathing thing. Demonstrations will only occur at scheduled times every four hours.

Baltiamo
"Loving Your Land"
New farming and conservation techniques
UFO Program

Christoniac
Ceranissian martial arts
Neural interfaces
Bionanites
Warfare
Dark Arts

Fodmodmadtol
Internetworked Radio Coordination [ IRC ]
Medical advances
Chocolate bobka

Ianna
"Ianna Through the Ages" - Video presentation on Iannan culture and history
Demonstrations of fibre-optics and bio-chip technology, neural networking.
Displays on optics, computing, architecture, and biology.

Lunatic Retard Robots
Tern-Class SAR Boat
Exhibit on Deep Space Probes and Orbital Telescopes

Muktar:
Modern Music
Converting Vehicle Military Technology

Super American VX Man
Syntec Corporation and Krimson Corporation – “Titan Project”
SAVX’s “Playing God” Biological Project

Wyrmsvaar
MechDynam’s “Symbiote” – Demonstration of latest advancements in robotics
“Swords of Wyrmsvaar” – Exhibit on military technology, from ancient arrowheads to Ragnarok MBT’s
World’s Biggest Tupperware Container Lid
Quiche Lorraine

The Water Cooler
Sky Inc - Liquid Based Satellite Lens.
Noison Mobile Communications - new mobile phones.
INMD Presents “Omni-Waif” – Sheet of Paper Thick notebook and Latest computer systems
Gourmet nano-pizzas
Pico-garlic breads

Durfist is cornered for hours by a sales representative from Mechanical Dynamics who eventually talks him into ordering 20 Sym-1 Automata for office purposes. He retreats now to the second floor to sample the chocolate bobka. The quische is yet to arrive... *bump*

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Errr... didn't people sign up for this? Where are you?
And if you didn't, you can still come down and have a look around... There are many interesting exhibits... a chocolate bobka. Central Authority spent the last few weeks baking the quisches for this event. I think you at least owe it to them to try a nosh.

][ You leave my Babke alone! Babke has feelings too! But anywho, would we participate in this by going through a demonstration of whatever the display is? ][

Unseen by most of the people at the expo, a tall man wearing a black jumpsuit stands in a corner. He calmly surveys the room through dark glasses. He slowly raises his hand to his ear and mutters into his headset in a foreign language.

All of a sudden, an overly friendly man walks up to him. "Well, how 'bout that chocolate Bobka? Pretty good stuff isn't it?"

The man is startled, and pauses for a moment thinking of somehting to say. "I havent' tried it." He speaks slowly, as if unused to the language, in a thick, but unidentifiable accent.
"You really should, it's fantasti. . ."
"Sir, I do not have time for that, I am part of the security here."
"Oh, sorry."
As the man walks away, Vasquez reches up to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Nervous or not, he knows his task. He nonchalantly walks to a display of cell phones and carefully places a videotape labeled bombardeo and walks away. He reaches the door to the expo center and walks outside. When he is roughly 100 ft away, he speaks into his headset again, "Ahora." Five men carrying long metal tubes on their shoulders emerge from a van on the other side of the parking lot. They fire their modified stinger missiles, which are guided by the electronic beacons that Vasquez placed while inside. They detonate almost simultaneously, with a blinding flash. The van drives around the smoking building and picks up Vasquez, then accelerates away into the city.


OOC: A few things to keep in mind:
A: No one knows that these guys are from my country
B: I do not hav anything personal against any of your countries, it was ust a great target for my new terrorist organization.
C: More background on how they entered the country will come later.
D: These guys are not afiliated with my government.

Babka Exhibit
"Questions will be taken afterwards."

A fake smile had been plastered across her face since Five this morning. Her heavily made up face had cracked at the corners of her lips, and her ebony complexion had faded a bit. Her blonde hair had a few stray strands frizzing out, but was otherwise neat and kept curled in at her shoulders, most likely due to the heavy amount of hairspray that was applied. She darted her babys blue eyes about the crowd quickly before proceeding with the Babka presentation.

"Put milk in a small pan and heat to just before boiling. Milk will have bubbles around the edge and will just be starting to froth. Remove from heat. Add butter and stir until melted. Cool. Can refrigerate for 10 minutes."

An automated slide show would flick by on a huge screen behind her as she demonstrated on the stove and countertop in front of her. She heaved around a few large beakers and pots to prepare the next steps.

"Put lukewarm water in a large bowl and sprinkle with yeast. Stir in 1 tablespoon sugar and let stand. When milk has cooled to wrist temperature, add to yeast with the remaining sugar and salt. Add 5 cups flour, 1 cup at a time, beating with a wooden spoon and switching to your hands when dough gets too stiff to stir. Turn dough out on a floured surface. Knead for 5 to 10 minutes, working in some of the remaining flour if needed. Put in a greased bowl, turning to coat top. Cover and let rise for 2 hours or until doubled."

At which point she pulled a bowl from beneath the counter of already prepared dough.

"Grease a tube or Bundt pan. Put chocolate chips in a food processor or blender and grind to coarse meal. Combine with unsweetened cocoa. Put 1/3 cup of the mixture in the pan, tapping to distribute. Sprinkle pan with 1/4 cup chopped nuts. Combine remaining nuts with remaining chocolate mixture and set aside.

Punch down dough. Turn out on floured surface again and knead 5 to 10 minutes. Using your hands, press and pull dough out into an oval, about 9 by 16 inches. Sprinkle remaining chocolate filling over the dough, leaving a 1/2 inch rim. Roll up, pinching edges to seal."

Some huffing and whatnot as she went about preparing the dough for the next passing minutes, smiling idly at the crowd as they jotted down notes and snapped photos.

"Lift carefully and ease into prepared pan, wrapping it around the post in the middle. Pat down to fit firmly into pan and seal ends together, brushing with a little water if necessary. Cover and let rise 45 minutes. Or seal in a plastic bag and refrigerate overnight."

And another magic appearance of already prepared food stuffs.

"Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Bake 45 to 50 minutes, until babka sounds hollow when tapped. Invert on a cake plate and let cool 30 minutes before serving."

And a final magic trick from beneath the counter.

"AND YOU HAVE BABKA!"

A roar of applause.

Then the Babka exploded along with the rest of the exhibit? Darn those terrorists?

well, not everything would have exploded. It was only 5 stingers. Besides, there have to be people alive to find the tape.

OOC: To answer Fodmodmadtol's first question... yes, people should RP their displays, as well as reactions to these new and explosive developments.

Hehe... explosive... I crack myself up.

Sergeant Wanda Krays (Citizen ABR-22-2028) of the Hnfitagbbtlingranog Police Department is one of the first official officers to arrive at the now devastated cell phone displays. Two Sfalat mercenaries are turning away onlookers, calmly informing everyone that there is "nothing to see here."
She surveys the carnage that only stinger missiles could cause and sends a call down on her mic to the Security Pod on sublevel-one.

"Requesting a fire-containment team on Level 2. Fire-containment to level 2."

A red-faced and huffing Wayne Durfist who seems to have lost his eyebrows in the explosion approaches Krays, "What? What the hell's going on? What happened?"

"We're not sure sir."

"Not sure? Cell Phone displays don't just explode for no reason! I'll tell you what's happening! Insurrection! Rebellion! Lock down the expo... no! Lock down the city! Arrest Terry Reed!"

"The reporter? But he's just covering the Expo..."

"Yeah... well... he's creepy..."

"I'll have the guys in the Pod order a lockdown... uh... I'll see what I can do about Reed."

"Good... Noison Mobile's going to kill us..." and with that, the belligerent coordinator storms off in search of a marker to replace his scorched eyebrows.

Meanwhile, on Level One
Terry Reed: Hi, I'm Terry Reed with Channel 1 ACTION! News and this is GTC EXPO 2K4! I'm standing in front of the Swords of Wyrmsvaar Exhibit. Camera pans to a shot of an Mt-31 Ragnarok Main Battle Tank, then back to Reed I've just received word that an explosion has been reported on Level 2. We're awaiting clearance from the personnel downstairs to go up and have a look a- Wait a minute, a man rushes to Reed and whispers in his ear, then rushes back off camera I've just been informed that I'm being placed under arrest for reasons of National Security, so we won't be heading up to Level 2. After the break, we'll be showing you one of Wyrmsvaar's fabulous detention cells reserved for this event.
Commercial Break

Babka Exhibit
"SOMEONE GET HERE QUICK, THIS MAN HAS CONSUMED PURE COCOA! WE NEED MEDICAL ASSISTANCE BEFORE HE GETS A SUGAR HIGH!"

IRC Exhibit
"Everyone please stay calm. Yes, there was an explosion downstairs in the Center, but please stay calm, authouraties have it handled. If we can all take a seat, I can distract you for a bit while the mess downstairs is sorted out."

"My name is Doctor Friedman, and I work with the Research and Review Bureau which takes care of IRC communications."

A flash of a smile as she put down her oatmeal, and took a sweeping glance over the pre-occupied crowd. Only ones who seemed interested were a row of suits up front. Investors?! Funding! She would light up as she went on with her presentation. Mmm... Funding...

"IRC stand for Interworked Radio Coordinates. Everyone has these nowadays, those little handhelds with the speaker and dial? Those are Interworked Radio Coordinators, which recieve radio broadcasts on around three thousand frequencies. These frequencies are called, coordinates. These coordinates are only for private use, and are used for News, Music, and School District broadcasts."

She turned around to point out pictures on a large diagram behind her, plastered up on a seperate wall, with a laser pointer she had scoffed from the Ianna exhibits. Mmm... Free stuff... She looked over her shoulders to wink at the potential investors, and did the hair flip thing that all flirty ones will do. Or at least, all the Funding hungry ones will do. FUNDING, WOO!

"Each individual broadcaster sends their transmissions on a purchased frequency from a ground base on whichever level they inhabit, to a geo-sinc orbiting station in space. From the station the transmission is broadcast to pre-determined areas, called Transmission Localities, on the globe which the broadcaster had ordered in their package."

"Currently there are two IRC stations in geo-sinc with Fodmodmadtol. A third is under development, and an International Hub is in plans. Multiple stations allows for your broadcast and others to reach more places on the map, and more Transmission Localities to be created. Current news rergarding the development of IRC is that Inter active IRCs are in development as of now, and are expected to be released soon."

"Any quiestions from the audience?" As she stepped a bit closer to the suits, positivley beaming. Mmm... Money...

OOC: The tape left at the cell phone display contains a video of three men in ninja attire who explain that this explosion was the work of the Viento Santo terrorist organization.

IC: The seven people in the van drive normally through city streets towrd the airport.

ooc: Sorry all, computer problems beplague me... And I'm going away next week... What shall I do? Anywho... on to the post...

IC:

Fifth Floor, Symbiote Display

A very cheerful representative with a very cheerful smile and a very cheerful looking headset stands next to a humanoid in white plastic and delicate black steel.

"Hi, I'm Susan Weathers of Mechanical Dynamics of Wyrmsvaar, Inc. Today we'll be showing you MechDynam's newest innovations. I see some of you are worried about the explosion-sounding noise. Please rest assured, their has been an explosion on level two of the expo, and the exposition has been locked down. You're not going anywhere so you might as well stay here.

Beside me is SID, for Symbiote, International Display. SID is one of the first thousand units to be produced with Symbiote-1 Intelligence.

Symbiote-1 is the first Learning Intelligence ever created in Wyrmsvaar. The unit is bonded to a 'host,' and adapts itself to best fit its host's needs. The primary goal of a Symbiote such as SID is servitude. After several months, the behavior-predicting skills of a Symbiote are so acute, they seem even to possess telepathic ability. Rest assured, they aren't psychic, but very observant."

SID presses a button on a console, activating a panoramic view of a breathtakingly beautiful valley dominated by a majestic black spire.

"Thank you SID. What you now see is Symbiote-2. MechDynam has completed construction on Wyrmsvaar's first Arcology. Sym2 contains ten million citizens in a self-contained environment maintained by a Symbiote Intelligence much larger in scale than the Symbiote-1. This development may ease overcrowding Wyrmsvaar's urban areas, and Mechanical Dynamics is already planning to construct three additional units.

This Symbiote technology promises to bring Wyrmsvaar into a new era, and it can do the same in any nation. Order forms are to your left, please leave them with a valid contact address in the box being held by SID."