The Kraven Corporation
27-01-2006, 16:21
The Year 2000, The Dawning of a New Millenium
While People celebrated the turning of the year, Cheering, quaffing much alcohol and enjoying the festivities, The Manchillian Science Group continued to work away, stressed and under pressure to finish the project for the Deadline...
Doctor Richardson and his team worked feverishly away in the Well lit room, the surgical white walls glared brighlty, reflecting the harsh light across the room.
One End was a darkened Wall of TV monitors, each one a black screen....
Smoke rose from various cigarettes and various people were sipping cups of coffee as Team members typed away at consoles... in the Corner was a metal bucket containing Ice and a bottle of Champange just incase....
"Look I don't understand it..." Spoke a Doctor sat at a console...
"What do you mean?" Asked Doctor Richardson, head of development...
"These algorithms are all wrong... they just don't make sense, there is random Code every where" The Doctor spoke, shaking his head and lifting his hands in dispair...
"Try running a Diagnostics, Perhaps the Code became Corrupted during the Earlier initiation" Dr Richardson spoke tapping the screen with his smoking pipe...
"Ok, I'll try a Diagnostics, perhaps that'll give us some indication as to what happened" The Doctor spoke once more, still shaking his head, dark bags were visible under his eyes and he'd probably had several days with little or no sleep...
The Doctor ran the Diagnostics, scanning each peice of code, other Doctors, male and female crowded around the machine, watching the progress of the scan...
Several Minutes past as more and more ciggarettes and coffee was consumed, when finaly the scan was complete...
"Well... there you go, According to this the Code is fine..." The Doctor at the console spoke, once again shaking his head, finaly about to give up...
"Well then... theres nothing left to do.... Run the Programe" Richardson told the Console operator...
"Are you serious..." Protested the other Doctors, each one putting forward various reasons for not starting the programme, each one turning into a morrass of protests that turned into an incomphrensible babble...
"The Head of this Organisation wants to see something by the end of the evening, We'd better have something to show him after years of work and funding, or all of our Jobs are at stake..." Dr Richardson took draw from his pipe and added to the smoke that filled the room with a grey haze....
The others around looked at him with protesting eyes... he simply nodded at the console and said...
"Run the Programme"
The Console operator brought up the Run programme sequence, and typed a few commands, The system booted up, various machines across the room activated filling the room with a distinct hum...
"Looking good so far..."
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The Red pixles and lines formed up and slowly the Face of an electronic human rose upon onto the screen, Slowly its eyes opened and it surveyed the room with an almost child like awareness....
"Good Morning Father, I am Doctor Richardson"
"Good Morning Doctor Richardson."
With that the entire Team cheered, leaping from their seats and stirring the still and stagnant air... The Champagne was opened sending the bubbly liquid cascading onto the floor...
All the while.. Father... this New Computer system watched with a strange curiosity.....
While People celebrated the turning of the year, Cheering, quaffing much alcohol and enjoying the festivities, The Manchillian Science Group continued to work away, stressed and under pressure to finish the project for the Deadline...
Doctor Richardson and his team worked feverishly away in the Well lit room, the surgical white walls glared brighlty, reflecting the harsh light across the room.
One End was a darkened Wall of TV monitors, each one a black screen....
Smoke rose from various cigarettes and various people were sipping cups of coffee as Team members typed away at consoles... in the Corner was a metal bucket containing Ice and a bottle of Champange just incase....
"Look I don't understand it..." Spoke a Doctor sat at a console...
"What do you mean?" Asked Doctor Richardson, head of development...
"These algorithms are all wrong... they just don't make sense, there is random Code every where" The Doctor spoke, shaking his head and lifting his hands in dispair...
"Try running a Diagnostics, Perhaps the Code became Corrupted during the Earlier initiation" Dr Richardson spoke tapping the screen with his smoking pipe...
"Ok, I'll try a Diagnostics, perhaps that'll give us some indication as to what happened" The Doctor spoke once more, still shaking his head, dark bags were visible under his eyes and he'd probably had several days with little or no sleep...
The Doctor ran the Diagnostics, scanning each peice of code, other Doctors, male and female crowded around the machine, watching the progress of the scan...
Several Minutes past as more and more ciggarettes and coffee was consumed, when finaly the scan was complete...
"Well... there you go, According to this the Code is fine..." The Doctor at the console spoke, once again shaking his head, finaly about to give up...
"Well then... theres nothing left to do.... Run the Programe" Richardson told the Console operator...
"Are you serious..." Protested the other Doctors, each one putting forward various reasons for not starting the programme, each one turning into a morrass of protests that turned into an incomphrensible babble...
"The Head of this Organisation wants to see something by the end of the evening, We'd better have something to show him after years of work and funding, or all of our Jobs are at stake..." Dr Richardson took draw from his pipe and added to the smoke that filled the room with a grey haze....
The others around looked at him with protesting eyes... he simply nodded at the console and said...
"Run the Programme"
The Console operator brought up the Run programme sequence, and typed a few commands, The system booted up, various machines across the room activated filling the room with a distinct hum...
"Looking good so far..."
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/2-s.jpg
The Red pixles and lines formed up and slowly the Face of an electronic human rose upon onto the screen, Slowly its eyes opened and it surveyed the room with an almost child like awareness....
"Good Morning Father, I am Doctor Richardson"
"Good Morning Doctor Richardson."
With that the entire Team cheered, leaping from their seats and stirring the still and stagnant air... The Champagne was opened sending the bubbly liquid cascading onto the floor...
All the while.. Father... this New Computer system watched with a strange curiosity.....