Foe Hammer
03-09-2004, 23:01
(OOC: Open RP, critiquing is welcome, do not bother with any flames, nonsense posts, and if you're a non-space nation, don't even bother.)
“Got that disc?”
“Got it!” A small jewel case flew into the air, and fell firmly into the hands of Vincent Bainer. “The product of 8 decades of SI upgrades and minor tweaks… All on a ten gigabyte disc…”
“Shut up and upload it!” The voice was that of Carter Wayensi, the utmost SI technician employed by FHN.
Vince never enjoyed outsourcing on these major government projects, as he was seldom trapped in a small computing laboratory for up to ten hours, working with the traditional compugeeks. Not the white-labcoat-technicians, but the pocket-protector-collector basement-dwellers. A fifteen-inch-wide laptop sat on his lap. The jewel case to the disc popped open with a squeak, followed by a click, as Vince loaded the 80mm disc into a MiniDisc Drive.
This was an ordinary MD-ROM drive, with an ordinary 8 Gigabits-per-second USB 5.0 cable, but the hunk of metal on the other end of the cable wasn’t all that ordinary. It was every true Compugeek’s dream toy. Yes, it was an FHN Nordlundium Crystal Holographic Projector. Valued at four-point-three million credits a pop, it was no household thingamajig.
It started out barely audible… and grew to loud thuds, getting ever closer. It hit the door behind Vince. He jumped, fumbling to regain his grip on the laptop. “Damnit! What the hell was that?”
“Ehh, don’t worry. The security systems, including deadbolts, engage every night precisely at Midnight.”
Vince peered down at his watch. Sure enough, midnight. Jetlag is a pain in the ass.
“Never fear.” Wayensi whipped out his Agency-styled Flipwallet, revealing a gold card. “Keycard. Gets me anywhere, any time.”
Vince continued tapping at his keyboard.
[Enter]
A low-pitched hum reverberated throughout the room. A glazed silver figure rose valiantly from the projector, taking the shape of a teenage girl.
“Greetings. I am Shinzu, Synthetic Vessel Control Systems. Please authenticate cloaking keys.”
A few more taps and another Enter brought Shinzu into the Self-Test program. The hologram flickered as the girl went through basic movements. Head, shoulders, knees, toes, et cetera. Its mobility as a hologram meant precisely dick. Shinzu- it would be renamed later- and her synthetic mind would later be moved to a synthetic body. Even then, movement would mean nothing, as she would need only to think to accomplish her assigned tasks.
Carter admired the form of the hologram. “Just a few minor glitches to iron out and you’ll have a brand new body.”
Shinzu turned, and smiled, showing her first sign of sentience and intelligence.
And in a bright flash, she was gone.
“Goddamnit,” an aggravated Vincent cursed.
Minor glitches…
“Got that disc?”
“Got it!” A small jewel case flew into the air, and fell firmly into the hands of Vincent Bainer. “The product of 8 decades of SI upgrades and minor tweaks… All on a ten gigabyte disc…”
“Shut up and upload it!” The voice was that of Carter Wayensi, the utmost SI technician employed by FHN.
Vince never enjoyed outsourcing on these major government projects, as he was seldom trapped in a small computing laboratory for up to ten hours, working with the traditional compugeeks. Not the white-labcoat-technicians, but the pocket-protector-collector basement-dwellers. A fifteen-inch-wide laptop sat on his lap. The jewel case to the disc popped open with a squeak, followed by a click, as Vince loaded the 80mm disc into a MiniDisc Drive.
This was an ordinary MD-ROM drive, with an ordinary 8 Gigabits-per-second USB 5.0 cable, but the hunk of metal on the other end of the cable wasn’t all that ordinary. It was every true Compugeek’s dream toy. Yes, it was an FHN Nordlundium Crystal Holographic Projector. Valued at four-point-three million credits a pop, it was no household thingamajig.
It started out barely audible… and grew to loud thuds, getting ever closer. It hit the door behind Vince. He jumped, fumbling to regain his grip on the laptop. “Damnit! What the hell was that?”
“Ehh, don’t worry. The security systems, including deadbolts, engage every night precisely at Midnight.”
Vince peered down at his watch. Sure enough, midnight. Jetlag is a pain in the ass.
“Never fear.” Wayensi whipped out his Agency-styled Flipwallet, revealing a gold card. “Keycard. Gets me anywhere, any time.”
Vince continued tapping at his keyboard.
[Enter]
A low-pitched hum reverberated throughout the room. A glazed silver figure rose valiantly from the projector, taking the shape of a teenage girl.
“Greetings. I am Shinzu, Synthetic Vessel Control Systems. Please authenticate cloaking keys.”
A few more taps and another Enter brought Shinzu into the Self-Test program. The hologram flickered as the girl went through basic movements. Head, shoulders, knees, toes, et cetera. Its mobility as a hologram meant precisely dick. Shinzu- it would be renamed later- and her synthetic mind would later be moved to a synthetic body. Even then, movement would mean nothing, as she would need only to think to accomplish her assigned tasks.
Carter admired the form of the hologram. “Just a few minor glitches to iron out and you’ll have a brand new body.”
Shinzu turned, and smiled, showing her first sign of sentience and intelligence.
And in a bright flash, she was gone.
“Goddamnit,” an aggravated Vincent cursed.
Minor glitches…