DaWoad
28-10-2008, 07:27
A collection of aesthetically unappealing buildings were gathered around the base of a range of mountains in the northern territory of the Republic of Ostratrophic Visigothians. The buildings were simplistic in design, rectangular and built of concrete with an occasional window to break the monotony of expansive grey wall; they were built to last, not to please. The surrounding grounds were equally un-agreeable, a single water tower stood out, a number of pylons were scattered through the area, an ocean of concrete carpeted the surrounding area illuminated by dozens of lamp posts which cast a harsh light over the area; the entire area was in turn surrounded by a wire fence topped with razor wire.
Of course, none of this was visually apparent to anyone who would happen to stumble upon the area, partly because there was a blanket "shoot on site" order, and secondly because a continuing snowstorm had turned the buildings into icing topped tea cakes and buried everything else under a meter or two of snow; the lamp posts dutifully illuminated several expanses of snow and ice. Although the blizzard obscured nearly everything a single feature continued to determinedly stand out, around the curvature of the water tower, in great red illuminated letters, a sentence proudly proclaimed to anyone approaching the facility that this unpleasant landscape and the buildings which associated themselves with it were under the proud ownership of a single corporate entity which it proclaimed to be:
"The Khope And Hagen Physics Foundation"
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Inside one of the larger buildings, oblivious to the unappealing weather which presented itself outside, a research team continued its work. There was a slight buzz of excitement in the air, the scientists, clad in white lab coats, and the engineers, wearing green jumpsuits, went about their work with something other than enthusiasm, it was anticipation; and the anticipation they felt could be traced to a large device which their work was centred around. It was an anticipation which their project leader, Steven Kyzburg, could understand and indeed felt himself.
Doctor Steven Kyzburg had earned his doctorate in physics at Union University in the Utopian Soviet Union, he had worked for numerous companies since leaving his relatively backwards nation but had found his place with the forward thinking and adventurous Khope And Hagen Physics Foundation; a company for which he had diligently applied himself to, and now his hard labour would finally bear fruit. He stood in the conference room for his pet project, a project which the Foundation had poured resources into, a project which attracted the attention of the world, a project which would hold unlimited possibilities, a project which had ultimately resulted in the Particle Matter Translocation Device.
The Particle Matter Translocation Device, or the PMT Device for short, was in essence a teleporter. It's workings, although simplistic when put in laymen’s terms, were far beyond the understanding of the normal citizen; which was why he was becoming increasingly flustered as he dealt with the various news teams which had paid for the privilege of being here. He braced himself for the next barrage of questions,
"Doctor Kyzburg, what exactly is the purpose of this experiment?"
"To prove that the technology of the future is achievable here in the future."
"And to what applications is it to be used?"
"To use the Foundations motto, "to make the world a better place... in theory"."
"Is it true that you intend to sell this device to nations which could use it for aggressive purposes?"
"What? No! No... no i mean, of course not no." he adjusted his glasses and flicked through the answer cards provided to him by the board members.
"Is it true that you tested it by teleporting an atomic bomb on a rival company?" A rather eccentric reporter yelled jumping up and down, this earned him a few odd looks, Kyzburg cleared his throat to speak, only to be drowned out by a flurry of questions.
"How much did it cost?"
"Well the estima-"
"Where did you get the idea?"
"Erm, well me and-"
"Doctor will it have practical applications for the tea industry!"
"I, what?"
"When will it be going on line professor!"
"Im a doctor not a-"
"Why did you build it here professor?"
"The company ow-"
"How much do you stand to make!"
"That's priv-"
"Are you intending to use it to go to mars doctor!"
"What? No!"
"How does it work professor!!!"
"Well if you'll al-"
"Can I ask a question sir?"
"No!"
"Can we interview the engineers sir!"
"No!"
"Doctor!"
"What is it!!!" The room finally went quiet as Kyzburg accidentally mistook his assistant for a reporter.
"Doctor Kyzburg are anger management problems prevalent in your research team?" The reporters nearest to this unruly news member went about beating him with a number of microphones and clipboards.
Taking the opportunity to escape Kyzburg followed his assistant back into the control centre, he wiped his brow with a handkerchief,
"Goodness me Richardson those reporters are an absolute nuisance."
"They did pay to be here though doctor." Richardson replied taking a seat in front of a computer terminal,
"But still," Kyzburg sat down heavily next to Richardson, "this is a historic moment in science and all those reporters out there are spoiling the moment with their insane unfounded conspiracy theories, honestly the type of people some nations produce these days is unbelievable." He sighed and straightened his bow tie, he swept his eyes across the readings the computer presented to him, all was well, Jeremiah Richardson was a rising star in the Foundation, he had no doubts that he would assume his own place of honour once he retired.
"How long now Richardson?"
"Thirty seconds doctor."
"Superb, well, may as well give the vultures the show they wanted." He bent a microphone stand in his direction, "Cameras please."
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In the conference room a number of televisions lit up, distracting the reporters attention away from each other and to the main reason as to why they were there. A moment later Kyzburg's voice boomed through the room.
"Ladies and gentlemen, people of the world, and of course the proud sponsors of this project the Khope and Hagen Physics Foundation. If you would all please turn your attention to your televisions..."
The screens showed something rather unexciting, a cylindrical tube two meters wide and twenty meters long, obviously being viewed from a distance, it was made of a dull metal, and was featureless, a great number of cables trailed away from the device. What caught the viewers attention however were two waist height metal blocks, on top of one was a cube of copper.
"This ladies and gentlemen is the Particle Matter Translocation Device, or the P.M.T Device for short, on the two metal blocks before it as you can see is our first test subject, a cube of copper measuring five inches in length, width and depth; Barry from accounting calls it Elizabeth. Utilising the P.M.T Device we will open a worm hole in the fabric of space and time, then using a system of tractor beams we will gain control of the selected particles through quantum mechanics... ahem, the same quantum mechanics will cause the particles of Elizabeth, the copper cube i mean, to displace the particles of a corresponding amount of matter from the selected re-appearing place on the... other podium i mean..." There was silence for a moment whilst Richardson and Kyzburg exchanged some frantic waving with regard to the poorly written script cards which were obviously made of one hundred percent recycled bullshit. "Ahem, in any case, if you would all direct your attention to the copper cube we can begin..."
Kyzburg with all the flourish of an orchestra conductor flicked open a protective covering on the "enter" button, he pressed it. The computer's running the Device ran hundreds of pieces of code, the energy boards of the Ostratrophic Visigothian Republic sputtered and died, as did numerous surrounding nations, as the device sucked the power from them. On screen however nothing amazing happened, there were no flashes of lightning, the universe didn't bend in an exciting manner and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Then the copper cube simply ceased to exist on the original metal table and resumed it’s existence simultaneously on the other metal table. No one said anything, a small patter of applause went round the conference room, Kyzburg and Richardson shook hands, and a bus driver in a nation on the other side of the world cynically observed that it was a "hell of a lot of effort to move a bit of metal". Kyzburg flicked on the microphone once more, his mood thoroughly improved and his sense of humour regained,
"Now for my next trick i shall make this cake disappear through the fabric of space and time and reappear one foot to the left." An engineer brought out a small Victoria sponge, "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Victoria." The world went wild with applause and cheers.
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As Kyzburg began to perform his next test another test was occurring in an entirely other dimension, entirely unsurprising given the multitude of universes in existence, but this one would change the face of two worlds forever; all too literally.
On a small blue green world orbiting a sun all to similar to a world Kyzburg lived on except for matters of geography, inhabited by beings immensely similar to him went about their business in a facility belonging to a research organisation owned by a company calling itself the Organisation Européenne pour la Recherche Nucléaire, it was located between two nations known to this world as Schwyz and Française, the inhabitants of this world would know the organisation perhaps more simply as C.E.R.N. It was here that the link between the two worlds would be forged.
A twenty seven kilometer long tunnel in a perfect circle wound its way beneath the two nations, here the scientists hurled particles at unimaginable speeds, risking the wrath of the universe itself, to observe their effects. They had been doing it for years now, and not once had a single annomaly occoured; until now.
Two protons collided in a test performed countless times before, the monitoring scientists had enough time to notice a small anomaly in gravitation before noting the true anomaly, a Victoria sponge manifested itself in the tunnel. It lasted for an instance, before dissapearing in an eye bending warp of reality, a tunnel seemed to form, light blazed from the the portal, energy in the form of lightening bolts poured from the wormhole, drawing power from the magnetic fluctuations caused by the immense device which had spawned it. Then the world changed forever.
--------------------
In the Khope And Hagen Physics Foundation a rift in time and space occoured in the P.M.T's operational room, it blazed away, taking in the Victoria sponge but aside for that it simply blazed away. "That wasn't supposed to happen..." Kyzburg muttered, he could hear the reporters in the next room erupting into a frenzy, suddenly the room rocked, Kyzburg went flying from his chair and landed on the floor, "What in the world!"
"Sir the P.M.T's got tractor beams manifesting themselves independantly from the main stream in the alternate diemension!"
"You got what now Richardson? Speak in English!"
"I think we should switch it off sir."
"Switch it off! This isn't a film you fool! There's no big red emergency buttton, what ever's going to happen is going to happen whether we help it or not!" Several fissures split the wall between the conference and the control room, the reporters, somehow still recording the whole thing with the building shaking, turned towards him in a frenzy of excitement and fear. Kyzburg threw up his hands to hold back the torrent of questions but was instead blinded by a flash of light.
--------------------
The surface of two worlds changed instantly, parts ocean replaced sections of continent, areas of nations, sometimes entire nations, simply swapped locations with other territories in this new world. Tidal waves erupted from the sudden change in coastal layout, earthquakes shook the two globes, in the middle of an ocean known as the Atlantic part of a nation displaced several million gallons of water, it remained there for a moment, it's forests and mounains standing proud against the blue expanse, before gravity took hold and pulled the entire landscape to the depths.
In C.E.R.N, the device which had initiated this unimaginable catastrophe gave out, the power boards from Schwyz and Française, some now drenched in water, sections of it simply missing, were no longer enough to sustain it, the two nations plunged into darkness taking the device with it. The rift closed, shutting off the P.M.T and bringing the event to a close, all in all the event lasted for five seconds; five seconds and the world was changed forever.
Near to what remained of C.E.R.N, near the lower mountains of Schwyz, a number of snow covered buildings with their foundations entrenched in a great section of ground appeared akwardly placed near the summit of a lower peak, it teetered for a moment, several buildings lost their balance as foundations crumbled away, concrete towers collapsed down the edge of the tower. One building however, seemingly sliced down the middle, remained stable, from a small room stared a disbelieving Doctor Steven Kyzburg.
OOC:Attributed to A utopian soviet union, singup thread here:http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=569991
Of course, none of this was visually apparent to anyone who would happen to stumble upon the area, partly because there was a blanket "shoot on site" order, and secondly because a continuing snowstorm had turned the buildings into icing topped tea cakes and buried everything else under a meter or two of snow; the lamp posts dutifully illuminated several expanses of snow and ice. Although the blizzard obscured nearly everything a single feature continued to determinedly stand out, around the curvature of the water tower, in great red illuminated letters, a sentence proudly proclaimed to anyone approaching the facility that this unpleasant landscape and the buildings which associated themselves with it were under the proud ownership of a single corporate entity which it proclaimed to be:
"The Khope And Hagen Physics Foundation"
--------------------
Inside one of the larger buildings, oblivious to the unappealing weather which presented itself outside, a research team continued its work. There was a slight buzz of excitement in the air, the scientists, clad in white lab coats, and the engineers, wearing green jumpsuits, went about their work with something other than enthusiasm, it was anticipation; and the anticipation they felt could be traced to a large device which their work was centred around. It was an anticipation which their project leader, Steven Kyzburg, could understand and indeed felt himself.
Doctor Steven Kyzburg had earned his doctorate in physics at Union University in the Utopian Soviet Union, he had worked for numerous companies since leaving his relatively backwards nation but had found his place with the forward thinking and adventurous Khope And Hagen Physics Foundation; a company for which he had diligently applied himself to, and now his hard labour would finally bear fruit. He stood in the conference room for his pet project, a project which the Foundation had poured resources into, a project which attracted the attention of the world, a project which would hold unlimited possibilities, a project which had ultimately resulted in the Particle Matter Translocation Device.
The Particle Matter Translocation Device, or the PMT Device for short, was in essence a teleporter. It's workings, although simplistic when put in laymen’s terms, were far beyond the understanding of the normal citizen; which was why he was becoming increasingly flustered as he dealt with the various news teams which had paid for the privilege of being here. He braced himself for the next barrage of questions,
"Doctor Kyzburg, what exactly is the purpose of this experiment?"
"To prove that the technology of the future is achievable here in the future."
"And to what applications is it to be used?"
"To use the Foundations motto, "to make the world a better place... in theory"."
"Is it true that you intend to sell this device to nations which could use it for aggressive purposes?"
"What? No! No... no i mean, of course not no." he adjusted his glasses and flicked through the answer cards provided to him by the board members.
"Is it true that you tested it by teleporting an atomic bomb on a rival company?" A rather eccentric reporter yelled jumping up and down, this earned him a few odd looks, Kyzburg cleared his throat to speak, only to be drowned out by a flurry of questions.
"How much did it cost?"
"Well the estima-"
"Where did you get the idea?"
"Erm, well me and-"
"Doctor will it have practical applications for the tea industry!"
"I, what?"
"When will it be going on line professor!"
"Im a doctor not a-"
"Why did you build it here professor?"
"The company ow-"
"How much do you stand to make!"
"That's priv-"
"Are you intending to use it to go to mars doctor!"
"What? No!"
"How does it work professor!!!"
"Well if you'll al-"
"Can I ask a question sir?"
"No!"
"Can we interview the engineers sir!"
"No!"
"Doctor!"
"What is it!!!" The room finally went quiet as Kyzburg accidentally mistook his assistant for a reporter.
"Doctor Kyzburg are anger management problems prevalent in your research team?" The reporters nearest to this unruly news member went about beating him with a number of microphones and clipboards.
Taking the opportunity to escape Kyzburg followed his assistant back into the control centre, he wiped his brow with a handkerchief,
"Goodness me Richardson those reporters are an absolute nuisance."
"They did pay to be here though doctor." Richardson replied taking a seat in front of a computer terminal,
"But still," Kyzburg sat down heavily next to Richardson, "this is a historic moment in science and all those reporters out there are spoiling the moment with their insane unfounded conspiracy theories, honestly the type of people some nations produce these days is unbelievable." He sighed and straightened his bow tie, he swept his eyes across the readings the computer presented to him, all was well, Jeremiah Richardson was a rising star in the Foundation, he had no doubts that he would assume his own place of honour once he retired.
"How long now Richardson?"
"Thirty seconds doctor."
"Superb, well, may as well give the vultures the show they wanted." He bent a microphone stand in his direction, "Cameras please."
--------------------
In the conference room a number of televisions lit up, distracting the reporters attention away from each other and to the main reason as to why they were there. A moment later Kyzburg's voice boomed through the room.
"Ladies and gentlemen, people of the world, and of course the proud sponsors of this project the Khope and Hagen Physics Foundation. If you would all please turn your attention to your televisions..."
The screens showed something rather unexciting, a cylindrical tube two meters wide and twenty meters long, obviously being viewed from a distance, it was made of a dull metal, and was featureless, a great number of cables trailed away from the device. What caught the viewers attention however were two waist height metal blocks, on top of one was a cube of copper.
"This ladies and gentlemen is the Particle Matter Translocation Device, or the P.M.T Device for short, on the two metal blocks before it as you can see is our first test subject, a cube of copper measuring five inches in length, width and depth; Barry from accounting calls it Elizabeth. Utilising the P.M.T Device we will open a worm hole in the fabric of space and time, then using a system of tractor beams we will gain control of the selected particles through quantum mechanics... ahem, the same quantum mechanics will cause the particles of Elizabeth, the copper cube i mean, to displace the particles of a corresponding amount of matter from the selected re-appearing place on the... other podium i mean..." There was silence for a moment whilst Richardson and Kyzburg exchanged some frantic waving with regard to the poorly written script cards which were obviously made of one hundred percent recycled bullshit. "Ahem, in any case, if you would all direct your attention to the copper cube we can begin..."
Kyzburg with all the flourish of an orchestra conductor flicked open a protective covering on the "enter" button, he pressed it. The computer's running the Device ran hundreds of pieces of code, the energy boards of the Ostratrophic Visigothian Republic sputtered and died, as did numerous surrounding nations, as the device sucked the power from them. On screen however nothing amazing happened, there were no flashes of lightning, the universe didn't bend in an exciting manner and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Then the copper cube simply ceased to exist on the original metal table and resumed it’s existence simultaneously on the other metal table. No one said anything, a small patter of applause went round the conference room, Kyzburg and Richardson shook hands, and a bus driver in a nation on the other side of the world cynically observed that it was a "hell of a lot of effort to move a bit of metal". Kyzburg flicked on the microphone once more, his mood thoroughly improved and his sense of humour regained,
"Now for my next trick i shall make this cake disappear through the fabric of space and time and reappear one foot to the left." An engineer brought out a small Victoria sponge, "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Victoria." The world went wild with applause and cheers.
--------------------
As Kyzburg began to perform his next test another test was occurring in an entirely other dimension, entirely unsurprising given the multitude of universes in existence, but this one would change the face of two worlds forever; all too literally.
On a small blue green world orbiting a sun all to similar to a world Kyzburg lived on except for matters of geography, inhabited by beings immensely similar to him went about their business in a facility belonging to a research organisation owned by a company calling itself the Organisation Européenne pour la Recherche Nucléaire, it was located between two nations known to this world as Schwyz and Française, the inhabitants of this world would know the organisation perhaps more simply as C.E.R.N. It was here that the link between the two worlds would be forged.
A twenty seven kilometer long tunnel in a perfect circle wound its way beneath the two nations, here the scientists hurled particles at unimaginable speeds, risking the wrath of the universe itself, to observe their effects. They had been doing it for years now, and not once had a single annomaly occoured; until now.
Two protons collided in a test performed countless times before, the monitoring scientists had enough time to notice a small anomaly in gravitation before noting the true anomaly, a Victoria sponge manifested itself in the tunnel. It lasted for an instance, before dissapearing in an eye bending warp of reality, a tunnel seemed to form, light blazed from the the portal, energy in the form of lightening bolts poured from the wormhole, drawing power from the magnetic fluctuations caused by the immense device which had spawned it. Then the world changed forever.
--------------------
In the Khope And Hagen Physics Foundation a rift in time and space occoured in the P.M.T's operational room, it blazed away, taking in the Victoria sponge but aside for that it simply blazed away. "That wasn't supposed to happen..." Kyzburg muttered, he could hear the reporters in the next room erupting into a frenzy, suddenly the room rocked, Kyzburg went flying from his chair and landed on the floor, "What in the world!"
"Sir the P.M.T's got tractor beams manifesting themselves independantly from the main stream in the alternate diemension!"
"You got what now Richardson? Speak in English!"
"I think we should switch it off sir."
"Switch it off! This isn't a film you fool! There's no big red emergency buttton, what ever's going to happen is going to happen whether we help it or not!" Several fissures split the wall between the conference and the control room, the reporters, somehow still recording the whole thing with the building shaking, turned towards him in a frenzy of excitement and fear. Kyzburg threw up his hands to hold back the torrent of questions but was instead blinded by a flash of light.
--------------------
The surface of two worlds changed instantly, parts ocean replaced sections of continent, areas of nations, sometimes entire nations, simply swapped locations with other territories in this new world. Tidal waves erupted from the sudden change in coastal layout, earthquakes shook the two globes, in the middle of an ocean known as the Atlantic part of a nation displaced several million gallons of water, it remained there for a moment, it's forests and mounains standing proud against the blue expanse, before gravity took hold and pulled the entire landscape to the depths.
In C.E.R.N, the device which had initiated this unimaginable catastrophe gave out, the power boards from Schwyz and Française, some now drenched in water, sections of it simply missing, were no longer enough to sustain it, the two nations plunged into darkness taking the device with it. The rift closed, shutting off the P.M.T and bringing the event to a close, all in all the event lasted for five seconds; five seconds and the world was changed forever.
Near to what remained of C.E.R.N, near the lower mountains of Schwyz, a number of snow covered buildings with their foundations entrenched in a great section of ground appeared akwardly placed near the summit of a lower peak, it teetered for a moment, several buildings lost their balance as foundations crumbled away, concrete towers collapsed down the edge of the tower. One building however, seemingly sliced down the middle, remained stable, from a small room stared a disbelieving Doctor Steven Kyzburg.
OOC:Attributed to A utopian soviet union, singup thread here:http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=569991