Automagfreek
06-10-2005, 05:45
OOC: Since the original thread was cluttered, I will post the important parts first.
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Minister Hartman walked down the clean halls of the secret military instillation at Fort Brigg, the birthplace of Automagfreek's infamous Sentinels. As he approached the elevator, a scientist cloaked in white ran to his side with a grin on his face. You'll be happy to know that our tests were conclusive, and we have a specimen. The myostatin blockers and certain other changes in the Sentinel code were all successful. Hartman looked over his shoulder on each side, and quietly whispered to the scientist. Not here, get in the elevator. In the two went, and they began the long descent into the deep underground facility, one of many that harvested the Sentinels.
The ride down took some 10 minutes, and as they finally reached their destination, armed guards met the two men as they exited. Hartman glanced around at the spotless white walls, and his shoes squeaked on the polished tile floor as the two began making thier way to the first checkpoint. The scientists paused briefly for so that the guards could scan his retinas, and after only a second or two the pair began moving into the actual labs. You see sir, Project Black Storm, AKA the Sentinel project, was highly successful in creating a gentically pure cell that would be ready for reproduction. Our findings in the version 1.2 (the current Sentinels) model produced some.....unexpected results. At age 40, the Sentinels experience unusual loss in bone marrow, and at age 54 their sight begins to dwindle significantly. Both these problems were identified and have been corrected. Hartman nodded as the scientist continued to speak. The two had just past the actual labs where hundreds of Sentinel fetuses sat in incubation.
The project is fairly expensive, but Automagfreek needs such weapons in it's arsenal. Lord Dreadfire will be pleased to know that our newest version, "version 2.0" has not only been cleaned of the previously mentioned defects, we're also changing how we raise the Sentinels from birth. We've discovered an exciting new drug, a myostatin blocker. Myostatin is a chemical that regulates muscle growth, and we've discovered that if we use this drug on the infant Sentinels, their muscle capacity will increase some 26-33% from previous models. Hartman stopped dead in his tracks and grabbed the scientist by the shirt collar, lifting him off the ground ever so slightly.
Damn it man, did you not listen to Lord Damien? We do NOT want "super soldiers"! Do you not rememeber "Project: Red Haze"? Do you not remember how insanely modified and unstable those things were? Even our Sentinel Stalkers, the only modified unit in our arsenal, were no match for them. They could wheel and dart about faster than the human eye can see. Before you even knew what happened, you could be dead within seconds of encountering one. Those things were a disgrace, an abomination spat forth from the chasms of Hell. The Gods themselves would not dare create such a thing as the Strikers, and if any nation on the face of this earth tried to recreate them, The Destroyer would pour onto them a river of pain and misery. We cannot allow such things to exist! Dammit man! The scientist was beginning to turn blue, and when Hartman came to his senses he released him, sending the man in white crashing to the ground.
I'm sorry sir, I understand completely. We are only blocking the myostatin until age 10, after that we are worried that the Sentinels may be subject to heart disease, liver problems, and if thier muscles become too strong they are likely to break their own bones. We are going literally as far as we can take it sir. That is not why you are here though, you are here to see our new harvesting method, correct? Hartman wiped the sweat off his brow and nodded, confirming the scientist's question. Then follow me.
Hartman noticed that a significant protion of a large wall had been carved out, and the two passed aonther checkpoint. After a short delay, they came to a large reinforced foor. Are you ready to see wonders sir?
The door slowly opened and the pair stepped out onto a large balcony. Hartman's eyes grew big and his jaw went agape as he scanned the room from right to left. All about the floor, as far as the eye could see, Hartman saw the large organ like containers that the scientist pointed to. What are they? Asked the entranced Minister. They are human wombs sir, linked to a self replenishing food source. Although the vessel that contains the Sentinel embryo is a manufactured human organ, it lives very similar to a plant. See the gray "soil" it sits in? It is as dirt is to a plant my friend. All we do it pump the proper chemicals and nutrients through the sprinkler systems every few hours, and the womb does the rest.
Hartman continued to stare at the wombs practically without blinking. Tell me what happens when the Sentinel is ready to....hatch? The scientist looked at Hartman with an undying smile upon his face. As the "water" inside the womb breaks, it goes in labor just as any female would. The baby Sentinel is birthed from the womb and collected by our team of harvesters. After birth, the womb is cleaned and another Sentinel is placed inside again after about 4 to 7 days. The pre-fertilized egg is sent down a small tube into the womb, and these eggs are encoded so that once it matures we get the product we desire. Each womb has an egg sack with thousands of eggs inside just like a human female, and each and every one was individually encoded, and naturally any rejects are promptly terminated. We are guessing we will have to replace the egg sack about once every few years. Hartman removed his hat and ran his hand across his sweating forehead. This is unholy..... The scientist stepped closer to Hartman and peered him in the eye. No sir, this is science. Our system is based off of the Mallbertan Net, or MALLNET. Mallberta has long since ceased to exist, but after decades of research we were able to duplicate this method. We did have to experiment on.....live subjects, but this is the result of years worth of study. Your costs of production will dwindle, but in return we expect an unlimited ceiling for funding.
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I'm glad that you've taken the time to see our progress Mr. Hartman, but I'm afraid your tour isn't done quite yet. Said the scientist as he began walking towards the nearby wall. He motioned Hartman over to his side, and he pressed his hand against the white tiles. A faint blue light could be seen under the scientist's palm, and after a few seconds the door began to tremble. The pair then entered a small hidden room, and the contents inside made Hartman gasp.
As you can see sir, the entire network is run by this...
http://67.18.37.14/40/9/upload/p993186.jpg
Isn't it astonishing? It's a hive mind that regulates and controls the entire network so that we don't have to. Hartman's eyes filled with water and his mouth went agape as he starred at the shell of what was once a person. It did not even look like a human being, for the back porton of it's head was missing and had been replaced by large wires and other devices. A small section of it's torso remained intact, but the rest of its body was missing. What abomination of the Gods is this? How is this possible? The scientist's mood had shifted from lighthearted to stone cold serious. He placed his right hand on Hartman's shoulder and leaned towards his ear, speaking in a soft yet commanding voice.
Because we were told to. Not even Lord Damien is aware that such a hive mind exists, for this is the offspring of our military leaders. This technology must never leave this room for the sake of Automagfreek. Such technology is near impossible to replicate, and we must protect this mind with our lives. Granted, we do have backup systems should the mind become incapacitated or fail, but we believe that we have successfully melded man and machine.
Hartman took one last look at the butchered person that sat plugged into the large supercomputers that filled the room, then turned and exited. I expect to be seeing you again, no? The scientist chirped as Hartman began his walk back to the elevator.
Yes, you will be.
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OOC: Here begins the new thread.
Years had passed since Hartman had visited the Sentinel labs at Fort Brigg, and news coming out of the base indicated that new experiments were taking place. Once more Hartman found himself getting on board his private jet and flying towards the remote island. I wonder what unholy experiments our boys have been cooking up.... He thought to himself as the jet broke the clouds and began its downward descent towards Fort Brigg.
This time there would be no grand tour nor unpleasant surprises, but instead an idea. The head of the Sentinel labs at Brigg and some of the top scientists there had gathered in the conference room, and all of them greeted Hartman has he entered and made himself comfortable. Various refreshments sat scattered about the large pine table, but he was not interested.
So, what have you called me here for? He shifted his weight in the leather chair and made himself comfortable as he watched the lab chief move towards the front of the conference room. The doors were them promptly shut and kept under guard by four Sentinels, and with a clear of his throat the old scientist began his presentation.
Minister Hartman, I am going to cut to the chase. Our Research and Development department on base has come up with an interesting idea, one that you might take a liking to. As you know, for years the Sentinels have been the backbone of the Automagfreek military.
They are emotionless and cold military machines, willing to do anything and everything they are told in a timely and efficient manner. Not that they lack motivation by any stretch of the imagination, but....
We believe that we have a new product that will make the current Sentinels obsolete. Imagine a new breed of killing machine, a 'wildman' if you will. One that lusts for blood and is eager and willing to kill. One that lives for death regardless of what they are told, one who is savage and unrelenting...
However, our current Sentinels can do all these things, but they do it because they are ordered to. Granted the Sentinels are trained to take a liking to war and have a natural willingness to fight, but imagine...a much more scrappy and crude soldier, one that is essentially a savage. We think it could have a tremendous impact on our infantry.
Hartman tensed his lip and ran his hand across his face. Give me a moment to think before we continue.
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Minister Hartman walked down the clean halls of the secret military instillation at Fort Brigg, the birthplace of Automagfreek's infamous Sentinels. As he approached the elevator, a scientist cloaked in white ran to his side with a grin on his face. You'll be happy to know that our tests were conclusive, and we have a specimen. The myostatin blockers and certain other changes in the Sentinel code were all successful. Hartman looked over his shoulder on each side, and quietly whispered to the scientist. Not here, get in the elevator. In the two went, and they began the long descent into the deep underground facility, one of many that harvested the Sentinels.
The ride down took some 10 minutes, and as they finally reached their destination, armed guards met the two men as they exited. Hartman glanced around at the spotless white walls, and his shoes squeaked on the polished tile floor as the two began making thier way to the first checkpoint. The scientists paused briefly for so that the guards could scan his retinas, and after only a second or two the pair began moving into the actual labs. You see sir, Project Black Storm, AKA the Sentinel project, was highly successful in creating a gentically pure cell that would be ready for reproduction. Our findings in the version 1.2 (the current Sentinels) model produced some.....unexpected results. At age 40, the Sentinels experience unusual loss in bone marrow, and at age 54 their sight begins to dwindle significantly. Both these problems were identified and have been corrected. Hartman nodded as the scientist continued to speak. The two had just past the actual labs where hundreds of Sentinel fetuses sat in incubation.
The project is fairly expensive, but Automagfreek needs such weapons in it's arsenal. Lord Dreadfire will be pleased to know that our newest version, "version 2.0" has not only been cleaned of the previously mentioned defects, we're also changing how we raise the Sentinels from birth. We've discovered an exciting new drug, a myostatin blocker. Myostatin is a chemical that regulates muscle growth, and we've discovered that if we use this drug on the infant Sentinels, their muscle capacity will increase some 26-33% from previous models. Hartman stopped dead in his tracks and grabbed the scientist by the shirt collar, lifting him off the ground ever so slightly.
Damn it man, did you not listen to Lord Damien? We do NOT want "super soldiers"! Do you not rememeber "Project: Red Haze"? Do you not remember how insanely modified and unstable those things were? Even our Sentinel Stalkers, the only modified unit in our arsenal, were no match for them. They could wheel and dart about faster than the human eye can see. Before you even knew what happened, you could be dead within seconds of encountering one. Those things were a disgrace, an abomination spat forth from the chasms of Hell. The Gods themselves would not dare create such a thing as the Strikers, and if any nation on the face of this earth tried to recreate them, The Destroyer would pour onto them a river of pain and misery. We cannot allow such things to exist! Dammit man! The scientist was beginning to turn blue, and when Hartman came to his senses he released him, sending the man in white crashing to the ground.
I'm sorry sir, I understand completely. We are only blocking the myostatin until age 10, after that we are worried that the Sentinels may be subject to heart disease, liver problems, and if thier muscles become too strong they are likely to break their own bones. We are going literally as far as we can take it sir. That is not why you are here though, you are here to see our new harvesting method, correct? Hartman wiped the sweat off his brow and nodded, confirming the scientist's question. Then follow me.
Hartman noticed that a significant protion of a large wall had been carved out, and the two passed aonther checkpoint. After a short delay, they came to a large reinforced foor. Are you ready to see wonders sir?
The door slowly opened and the pair stepped out onto a large balcony. Hartman's eyes grew big and his jaw went agape as he scanned the room from right to left. All about the floor, as far as the eye could see, Hartman saw the large organ like containers that the scientist pointed to. What are they? Asked the entranced Minister. They are human wombs sir, linked to a self replenishing food source. Although the vessel that contains the Sentinel embryo is a manufactured human organ, it lives very similar to a plant. See the gray "soil" it sits in? It is as dirt is to a plant my friend. All we do it pump the proper chemicals and nutrients through the sprinkler systems every few hours, and the womb does the rest.
Hartman continued to stare at the wombs practically without blinking. Tell me what happens when the Sentinel is ready to....hatch? The scientist looked at Hartman with an undying smile upon his face. As the "water" inside the womb breaks, it goes in labor just as any female would. The baby Sentinel is birthed from the womb and collected by our team of harvesters. After birth, the womb is cleaned and another Sentinel is placed inside again after about 4 to 7 days. The pre-fertilized egg is sent down a small tube into the womb, and these eggs are encoded so that once it matures we get the product we desire. Each womb has an egg sack with thousands of eggs inside just like a human female, and each and every one was individually encoded, and naturally any rejects are promptly terminated. We are guessing we will have to replace the egg sack about once every few years. Hartman removed his hat and ran his hand across his sweating forehead. This is unholy..... The scientist stepped closer to Hartman and peered him in the eye. No sir, this is science. Our system is based off of the Mallbertan Net, or MALLNET. Mallberta has long since ceased to exist, but after decades of research we were able to duplicate this method. We did have to experiment on.....live subjects, but this is the result of years worth of study. Your costs of production will dwindle, but in return we expect an unlimited ceiling for funding.
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I'm glad that you've taken the time to see our progress Mr. Hartman, but I'm afraid your tour isn't done quite yet. Said the scientist as he began walking towards the nearby wall. He motioned Hartman over to his side, and he pressed his hand against the white tiles. A faint blue light could be seen under the scientist's palm, and after a few seconds the door began to tremble. The pair then entered a small hidden room, and the contents inside made Hartman gasp.
As you can see sir, the entire network is run by this...
http://67.18.37.14/40/9/upload/p993186.jpg
Isn't it astonishing? It's a hive mind that regulates and controls the entire network so that we don't have to. Hartman's eyes filled with water and his mouth went agape as he starred at the shell of what was once a person. It did not even look like a human being, for the back porton of it's head was missing and had been replaced by large wires and other devices. A small section of it's torso remained intact, but the rest of its body was missing. What abomination of the Gods is this? How is this possible? The scientist's mood had shifted from lighthearted to stone cold serious. He placed his right hand on Hartman's shoulder and leaned towards his ear, speaking in a soft yet commanding voice.
Because we were told to. Not even Lord Damien is aware that such a hive mind exists, for this is the offspring of our military leaders. This technology must never leave this room for the sake of Automagfreek. Such technology is near impossible to replicate, and we must protect this mind with our lives. Granted, we do have backup systems should the mind become incapacitated or fail, but we believe that we have successfully melded man and machine.
Hartman took one last look at the butchered person that sat plugged into the large supercomputers that filled the room, then turned and exited. I expect to be seeing you again, no? The scientist chirped as Hartman began his walk back to the elevator.
Yes, you will be.
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OOC: Here begins the new thread.
Years had passed since Hartman had visited the Sentinel labs at Fort Brigg, and news coming out of the base indicated that new experiments were taking place. Once more Hartman found himself getting on board his private jet and flying towards the remote island. I wonder what unholy experiments our boys have been cooking up.... He thought to himself as the jet broke the clouds and began its downward descent towards Fort Brigg.
This time there would be no grand tour nor unpleasant surprises, but instead an idea. The head of the Sentinel labs at Brigg and some of the top scientists there had gathered in the conference room, and all of them greeted Hartman has he entered and made himself comfortable. Various refreshments sat scattered about the large pine table, but he was not interested.
So, what have you called me here for? He shifted his weight in the leather chair and made himself comfortable as he watched the lab chief move towards the front of the conference room. The doors were them promptly shut and kept under guard by four Sentinels, and with a clear of his throat the old scientist began his presentation.
Minister Hartman, I am going to cut to the chase. Our Research and Development department on base has come up with an interesting idea, one that you might take a liking to. As you know, for years the Sentinels have been the backbone of the Automagfreek military.
They are emotionless and cold military machines, willing to do anything and everything they are told in a timely and efficient manner. Not that they lack motivation by any stretch of the imagination, but....
We believe that we have a new product that will make the current Sentinels obsolete. Imagine a new breed of killing machine, a 'wildman' if you will. One that lusts for blood and is eager and willing to kill. One that lives for death regardless of what they are told, one who is savage and unrelenting...
However, our current Sentinels can do all these things, but they do it because they are ordered to. Granted the Sentinels are trained to take a liking to war and have a natural willingness to fight, but imagine...a much more scrappy and crude soldier, one that is essentially a savage. We think it could have a tremendous impact on our infantry.
Hartman tensed his lip and ran his hand across his face. Give me a moment to think before we continue.