Cogination
14-04-2008, 23:21
Matter translocation – a fairly self-explanatory technology. What was once there is now here, and visa versa. It is the simplest, most straight-forward way to get from point A to point B without all that messy line-drawing that is usually involved.
One would hope this would be a sufficient explanation for why a dormant volcanic island was, in less than a second, a booming and yet hidden metropolis.
In the recently-hollowed out core was an intricate system of supports, re-enforcement, lighting, computers, technology, and such, all currently drawing their power from the freshly-materialized conduits to the volcanic core. A buzzing metropolis, with a population of one.
This one, a Dr. Henros, as he was known, stood fascinated with himself, utterly gloating over his discovery. They thought it couldn’t be done. They had laughed at him, tried to cut his funding, the fools! If only they now knew… but they would never know. Though matter translocation was a fairly old technology where he came from, no one thought that it could translocate through the very fabric of reality itself. But the good doctor knew better.
The military saw much promise in him, they did. Too many years of being someone else’s sycophantic lackey to get funding had made him bitter, and when the military saw promise in his research he sprang on their proposal and became their dog. With no one of his standing truly believing in the results for which he was striving, his team consisted mostly of students and robots. With the pretense of complaining about human error, the students were eliminated one by one from his staff until only the cold machinations stood at his side. Producing ever larger results, he gained renown and free reign over his research.
Respect was the last thing he wanted now, however.
From the beginning of his free reign over his research team, he had them construct a massive lab, the likes of which any world has never seen. A factory for making more research robots, more defense robots, food vats for himself, secret, maniacal weapons of war… no one had reason to suspect he would turn on his masters, being at their beck and call every instant of his life.
Then, he vanished.
Delicious irony, he thought, gazing down at the means of his conveyance. The light from them brightened his face, bathing it in every color light imaginable, and some not imaginable, as his face twisted into a vicious smile.
What made his lab unique was at its core – the crystal core, or so it was called.
His home was on the crux of several major dimensional lay-lines – seven, if one could be bothered to count. Each of these folds in reality had in the formation of his home world coalesced into what appeared out of the corner of one’s eye to be gems, though closer inspection would make you doubt your knowledge of conventional geometry, and even your own sanity. Various religions formed around these gems, each holding their gem as sacred and above the gems of the others, and truly, these were things to form religions around. For, unless they are carefully contained as the good doctor had so designed, they alter the very fabric of reality. Fall asleep next to one and you may find yourself awoken as the opposite gender if you are lucky, a goat or a mouse if you are not. In time, after the formation of the one world government, these religions died but their avatars remained, closely guarded by government officials.
But the doctor had found a way to harness these energies, to suppress and control them to his end. He could manipulate the fabric of reality itself, potentially, if sufficient research had been done. He would get around to that, he supposed, for now he was happy with instant and effortless translocation without the massive expenditures of energy it had formerly called for.
Suddenly the core began to wail. Something had gone wrong, he had over-stressed the gems, they were drawing power from the lay-lines in such great quantities that it was overloading their very being. With an ear-splitting screech that tore the one man present to the very soul, the core exploded, the individual gems rocketing off, each in a different direction like super-powered cannonballs, ripping holes in the wall of his newly translocated lair.
Dr. Henros collected his senses over the next half hour, having the machines in his personal medical bay artificially restore his hearing and removing shrapnel from his being. He would simply have to find these, he realized, or all his research would be for nothing.
{OOC}
This is where you guys come in. RP finding a crystal, the results it has on your surrounding area, etc etc etc. This may mean bad things, this may mean good things, we won’t know until we find out.
Cogination is the name of the lab the doctor has created, and the name of the island on which it now resides. It is staffed entirely by robots, and the doctor. The robots are simply that, robots, machines that can think while having no free will of their own, though a select few of them have been modified to appear human for public relations and such.
Which brings us to the doctor, who is for all intents and purposes human. There are a few minor biological differences, but nothing too insane, just a few mis-placed genes. No laser eyes, no wings, nothing like that.
Keep in mind that these gems are not substantial in the real sense of the word. You can hold one and “feel” one, though the sensation will be different every time you touch it, however they are a product of the fluctuations of reality itself and as such cannot be tracked by any machine not designed exclusively to detect reality aberrations. Even cameras have a hard time picking these up – it is assumed that the human mind can see these because reality is extremely subjective to humans, and we tend to generalize intangible objects into something our brains can comprehend.
Any other questions, ask me OOC. Most of all, have fun. :)
Lastly, no. This has nothing to do with Gears of War. If you ask I'll hate you forever, etc etc.
One would hope this would be a sufficient explanation for why a dormant volcanic island was, in less than a second, a booming and yet hidden metropolis.
In the recently-hollowed out core was an intricate system of supports, re-enforcement, lighting, computers, technology, and such, all currently drawing their power from the freshly-materialized conduits to the volcanic core. A buzzing metropolis, with a population of one.
This one, a Dr. Henros, as he was known, stood fascinated with himself, utterly gloating over his discovery. They thought it couldn’t be done. They had laughed at him, tried to cut his funding, the fools! If only they now knew… but they would never know. Though matter translocation was a fairly old technology where he came from, no one thought that it could translocate through the very fabric of reality itself. But the good doctor knew better.
The military saw much promise in him, they did. Too many years of being someone else’s sycophantic lackey to get funding had made him bitter, and when the military saw promise in his research he sprang on their proposal and became their dog. With no one of his standing truly believing in the results for which he was striving, his team consisted mostly of students and robots. With the pretense of complaining about human error, the students were eliminated one by one from his staff until only the cold machinations stood at his side. Producing ever larger results, he gained renown and free reign over his research.
Respect was the last thing he wanted now, however.
From the beginning of his free reign over his research team, he had them construct a massive lab, the likes of which any world has never seen. A factory for making more research robots, more defense robots, food vats for himself, secret, maniacal weapons of war… no one had reason to suspect he would turn on his masters, being at their beck and call every instant of his life.
Then, he vanished.
Delicious irony, he thought, gazing down at the means of his conveyance. The light from them brightened his face, bathing it in every color light imaginable, and some not imaginable, as his face twisted into a vicious smile.
What made his lab unique was at its core – the crystal core, or so it was called.
His home was on the crux of several major dimensional lay-lines – seven, if one could be bothered to count. Each of these folds in reality had in the formation of his home world coalesced into what appeared out of the corner of one’s eye to be gems, though closer inspection would make you doubt your knowledge of conventional geometry, and even your own sanity. Various religions formed around these gems, each holding their gem as sacred and above the gems of the others, and truly, these were things to form religions around. For, unless they are carefully contained as the good doctor had so designed, they alter the very fabric of reality. Fall asleep next to one and you may find yourself awoken as the opposite gender if you are lucky, a goat or a mouse if you are not. In time, after the formation of the one world government, these religions died but their avatars remained, closely guarded by government officials.
But the doctor had found a way to harness these energies, to suppress and control them to his end. He could manipulate the fabric of reality itself, potentially, if sufficient research had been done. He would get around to that, he supposed, for now he was happy with instant and effortless translocation without the massive expenditures of energy it had formerly called for.
Suddenly the core began to wail. Something had gone wrong, he had over-stressed the gems, they were drawing power from the lay-lines in such great quantities that it was overloading their very being. With an ear-splitting screech that tore the one man present to the very soul, the core exploded, the individual gems rocketing off, each in a different direction like super-powered cannonballs, ripping holes in the wall of his newly translocated lair.
Dr. Henros collected his senses over the next half hour, having the machines in his personal medical bay artificially restore his hearing and removing shrapnel from his being. He would simply have to find these, he realized, or all his research would be for nothing.
{OOC}
This is where you guys come in. RP finding a crystal, the results it has on your surrounding area, etc etc etc. This may mean bad things, this may mean good things, we won’t know until we find out.
Cogination is the name of the lab the doctor has created, and the name of the island on which it now resides. It is staffed entirely by robots, and the doctor. The robots are simply that, robots, machines that can think while having no free will of their own, though a select few of them have been modified to appear human for public relations and such.
Which brings us to the doctor, who is for all intents and purposes human. There are a few minor biological differences, but nothing too insane, just a few mis-placed genes. No laser eyes, no wings, nothing like that.
Keep in mind that these gems are not substantial in the real sense of the word. You can hold one and “feel” one, though the sensation will be different every time you touch it, however they are a product of the fluctuations of reality itself and as such cannot be tracked by any machine not designed exclusively to detect reality aberrations. Even cameras have a hard time picking these up – it is assumed that the human mind can see these because reality is extremely subjective to humans, and we tend to generalize intangible objects into something our brains can comprehend.
Any other questions, ask me OOC. Most of all, have fun. :)
Lastly, no. This has nothing to do with Gears of War. If you ask I'll hate you forever, etc etc.