A Few Rich People
28-06-2004, 06:33
((OOC: Secrete IC, so comment on it OOC-ly, or IC-ly, just remember for all intents and purposes you don't know of it. (Post Modern)))
Three men, standing in a small stainless steel elevator, the only sound is the whirring of the lift. Finally the smallest of the three men speaks,
“I feel both you gentlemen will be very pleased, with our results.” Proudly states the small man.
“Oh, for your sake I hope you are right Dr. Chesston,” A taller, gruff man, dressed in elaborate garments, replies.
Dr. Chesston says nothing to this, his only response; his already pale face drains of its last color. Finally, the lift slows and stops, quickly parting revealing a long concrete corridor. The three men walk out, Chesston speaks up again, “As you know Judicature ((Term: General)) Zakrufs and Mördon, we have been working on our A.M.I. suits.” ((Note: Armored Mobile Infantry))
This time the smaller, Mördon, speaks, “But we already have our armor, we finished the prototype almost a year ago, its standard equipment!”
“I know, and that is something I regret, we put out the suit before it came fully to fruition,” he stops the men, “Our first design that you, and the public world, know of was at best crude. Hydrogen fuel cells, servo motors… I can’t believe we released it…”
“But it works, it increases strength 4 fold, increases running speed and endurance, what do you mean you can’t believe you released it?” Inquires Zakrufs.
Motioning towards a door, Chesston leads the two Judicatures into a small observation booth. Without saying a word lights flicker on behind its large glass windows. Looking down is what appears to be a very large obstacle course. A person wearing what appears to be the standard A.M.I. armor, suddenly he takes off. Quickly dashing at lightning fast speeds towards the first obstacle, a climbing wall.
Before even reaching the 15 foot construct the soldier leaps into the air, landing with a resounding thump upon the top of the wall. He competes the course, needless to say, in the same manner as which he began, quickly.
Only a brief minute passes from start the finish, and the silence that follows is just as long;
“As I said, I am sorry we released the first suit,” Dr. Chesston finally says.
“What is that?” Inquires Zakrufs.
“Nano-fiber, contracts quite powerfully when exposed to a low electric current, far more powerful and energy efficient than our original servos,” replies Chesston.
“How?”
“That I don’t know, I am the supervisor, I don’t hold a degree in molecular engineering,” Chesston replies, almost chuckling at the look on the harden military men’s faces.
Leaving the small observation room the Judicators seem to have regained their composure before asking, “Is that all you have to show us? I mean yes, the enhanced performance is quite wonderful, but hardly a “black” project as you mentioned to us.”
Sighing Chesston says, “True, it is gray already, but I thought you would appreciate knowing that we will have to upgrade the current models.”
They didn’t.
Several turns later as the concrete lane snakes, the trio finally reaches what seems to be the end of the path. A large blast door, guarded by two men with flamethrowers, is there to meet them. A quick flash of I.D. and a retinal scan later; they enter into what could best be described as a “mad scientist” laboratory. Vials and the like line the walls, the murmur of voices is heard somewhere beyond.
“This is what I want you to see,” Chesston says as he leads them through the labyrinth of tables and devices, “we have been working on this for quite sometime, it’s been my “pet” project,” he chuckles, as if at an old joke.
Finally the tables give way to an open area, ablaze with activity, scientist rushing about talking, comparing notes, others bringing samples, and so on. But in the middle comes a large glass-like sphere.
“My god!” Cries Mördon, “What is that thing?”
“Its my “pet”, Project: Mentus, we have been working on it for almost as long as our combat armor.”
The creature, floating in the sphere writhes and twists against the numerous probes and lodged in its flesh.
“Wonderful isn’t it? Its so simple, but just what I wanted,”
The creature laid barely 11cm long, covered in scales, its tubular body contracted back and forth (think snake movement).
“I know what you are thinking, what is it, what is it for, etc. I will tell you,” leading them away from the tank towards a large poster like picture of the creature, he begins pointing things out, “This project was to create a creature that could kill hostiles without fear of retaliation, while at the same time use its body to reproduce.
What we got was this, its scales are bone, actually excreted calcium, but to the same effect. Its base DNA is reptilian, but beyond its locomotion, there isn’t much the same. Its jaw was greatly reinforced, and is where thirty percent of its muscle mass lies. Why? So it can burrow its way through human bone, it takes hardened steel, or in our case, perfectly round glass, to stop its jaws.
Its size makes conventional bullet weapons ineffective, only explosives and flames work, though the scale bones help some. But the real chemical genius is in its secretions. All over its body (between the scales) it oozes a liquid, which quickly evaporates, filling a large pocket of air with the vapor. When contacted with human mucus membranes, though skin will work (slowly), this chemical begins to work its magic. On 87 out of 100 people, they succumbed to a variety of symptoms from hallucinations, auditory and visual, to full blown dementia.
This allows the creature to get close and kill its target, by as I said before burrowing into their skull. Once inside it lays larva, at least a dozen of them, they mature and feast upon the nutrient rich brain before leaving.”
The Judicators are left speechless.
“So far we have only created one, and it’s in that jar right there. With your permission I want to further test and refine the chemical for use in this creature and in a more weaponized format.”
“Agreed.”
Three men, standing in a small stainless steel elevator, the only sound is the whirring of the lift. Finally the smallest of the three men speaks,
“I feel both you gentlemen will be very pleased, with our results.” Proudly states the small man.
“Oh, for your sake I hope you are right Dr. Chesston,” A taller, gruff man, dressed in elaborate garments, replies.
Dr. Chesston says nothing to this, his only response; his already pale face drains of its last color. Finally, the lift slows and stops, quickly parting revealing a long concrete corridor. The three men walk out, Chesston speaks up again, “As you know Judicature ((Term: General)) Zakrufs and Mördon, we have been working on our A.M.I. suits.” ((Note: Armored Mobile Infantry))
This time the smaller, Mördon, speaks, “But we already have our armor, we finished the prototype almost a year ago, its standard equipment!”
“I know, and that is something I regret, we put out the suit before it came fully to fruition,” he stops the men, “Our first design that you, and the public world, know of was at best crude. Hydrogen fuel cells, servo motors… I can’t believe we released it…”
“But it works, it increases strength 4 fold, increases running speed and endurance, what do you mean you can’t believe you released it?” Inquires Zakrufs.
Motioning towards a door, Chesston leads the two Judicatures into a small observation booth. Without saying a word lights flicker on behind its large glass windows. Looking down is what appears to be a very large obstacle course. A person wearing what appears to be the standard A.M.I. armor, suddenly he takes off. Quickly dashing at lightning fast speeds towards the first obstacle, a climbing wall.
Before even reaching the 15 foot construct the soldier leaps into the air, landing with a resounding thump upon the top of the wall. He competes the course, needless to say, in the same manner as which he began, quickly.
Only a brief minute passes from start the finish, and the silence that follows is just as long;
“As I said, I am sorry we released the first suit,” Dr. Chesston finally says.
“What is that?” Inquires Zakrufs.
“Nano-fiber, contracts quite powerfully when exposed to a low electric current, far more powerful and energy efficient than our original servos,” replies Chesston.
“How?”
“That I don’t know, I am the supervisor, I don’t hold a degree in molecular engineering,” Chesston replies, almost chuckling at the look on the harden military men’s faces.
Leaving the small observation room the Judicators seem to have regained their composure before asking, “Is that all you have to show us? I mean yes, the enhanced performance is quite wonderful, but hardly a “black” project as you mentioned to us.”
Sighing Chesston says, “True, it is gray already, but I thought you would appreciate knowing that we will have to upgrade the current models.”
They didn’t.
Several turns later as the concrete lane snakes, the trio finally reaches what seems to be the end of the path. A large blast door, guarded by two men with flamethrowers, is there to meet them. A quick flash of I.D. and a retinal scan later; they enter into what could best be described as a “mad scientist” laboratory. Vials and the like line the walls, the murmur of voices is heard somewhere beyond.
“This is what I want you to see,” Chesston says as he leads them through the labyrinth of tables and devices, “we have been working on this for quite sometime, it’s been my “pet” project,” he chuckles, as if at an old joke.
Finally the tables give way to an open area, ablaze with activity, scientist rushing about talking, comparing notes, others bringing samples, and so on. But in the middle comes a large glass-like sphere.
“My god!” Cries Mördon, “What is that thing?”
“Its my “pet”, Project: Mentus, we have been working on it for almost as long as our combat armor.”
The creature, floating in the sphere writhes and twists against the numerous probes and lodged in its flesh.
“Wonderful isn’t it? Its so simple, but just what I wanted,”
The creature laid barely 11cm long, covered in scales, its tubular body contracted back and forth (think snake movement).
“I know what you are thinking, what is it, what is it for, etc. I will tell you,” leading them away from the tank towards a large poster like picture of the creature, he begins pointing things out, “This project was to create a creature that could kill hostiles without fear of retaliation, while at the same time use its body to reproduce.
What we got was this, its scales are bone, actually excreted calcium, but to the same effect. Its base DNA is reptilian, but beyond its locomotion, there isn’t much the same. Its jaw was greatly reinforced, and is where thirty percent of its muscle mass lies. Why? So it can burrow its way through human bone, it takes hardened steel, or in our case, perfectly round glass, to stop its jaws.
Its size makes conventional bullet weapons ineffective, only explosives and flames work, though the scale bones help some. But the real chemical genius is in its secretions. All over its body (between the scales) it oozes a liquid, which quickly evaporates, filling a large pocket of air with the vapor. When contacted with human mucus membranes, though skin will work (slowly), this chemical begins to work its magic. On 87 out of 100 people, they succumbed to a variety of symptoms from hallucinations, auditory and visual, to full blown dementia.
This allows the creature to get close and kill its target, by as I said before burrowing into their skull. Once inside it lays larva, at least a dozen of them, they mature and feast upon the nutrient rich brain before leaving.”
The Judicators are left speechless.
“So far we have only created one, and it’s in that jar right there. With your permission I want to further test and refine the chemical for use in this creature and in a more weaponized format.”
“Agreed.”