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Monday, November 24, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Puppet Master
"Liberty", Issue 1- part 2
Dr. Miranda Grey felt the icy gaze of the man in the grey coat. He was very obviously irate. She didn't like that this man had enough clearance to go traipsing in her lab. She liked it less that this hooligan who obviously had no appreciation of their important scientific work... was now her boss. Up until now her science team possessed complete autonomy. Now everything goes thru the man in the grey coat.
Let me get this right doctor. You have some of the best minds working on this corpse and so far you can't even wake him up?
<...god how I hate this man!>
Mr. Zimmerman. I told you...
You expect me to believe that this *thing* functions like some kind of marionet!?! Doctor you and your team cost this company millions of dollars each year. I suggest you make yourself worth it!
The man shot one more piercing gaze towards Dr. Grey before turning to leave. The door banged loudly behind him leaving the doctor at a loss for words. She moved a little closer to the bed and the body of a man that laid motionless on it. He seemed so at peace... so free of burden. The monitoring equipment they hooked up to him still display the same readings. Everything was completely normal. He was completely healthy. He was also very much comatose.
Security caught him running from the scene 7 months ago. They say he planted the c4 explosives that blew up their processing plant. The report mentioned that as soon as he was cornered he simply... fell to the ground... senseless. The company brought him here for the doctor to study. She didn't bother asking questions. They obviously wanted to keep it under wraps or they would've brought him to a real hospital. Not that they don't have the proper equipment to take care of him. G-NOME is years ahead in medical science than what's available to the public.
For 7 months they ran scans on his brain and monitored his body functions. Jansen in neurolgy put forth his theory that had all of them taken aback. His arguments were convincing and Jan is no run of the mill doctor. He's considered by some as the "wunderkind" of neurology. The man... if one can truly call him that was built to function as a reciever... Oh the body could function independently but only enough to keep itself alive. Outside of the influence of the transmitter... the man was built to go into automatic hybernation. A biological marionet of sorts... his brain was wired like a client computer on a network.
<...but where is the server? or what is the server?>
Miranda found herself disbelieving... the idea was crazy... only Jan isn't a crazy man. He's as genius as genius comes. She remembered what her father used to say: "When all other explanations fail. Go with the simplest one."
And the simplest explanation was...
Years of working on this secret project in this secret underground facility has turned us all into lunatics.
It was all she could do not to laugh out loud.
Dr. Miranda Grey felt the icy gaze of the man in the grey coat. He was very obviously irate. She didn't like that this man had enough clearance to go traipsing in her lab. She liked it less that this hooligan who obviously had no appreciation of their important scientific work... was now her boss. Up until now her science team possessed complete autonomy. Now everything goes thru the man in the grey coat.
Let me get this right doctor. You have some of the best minds working on this corpse and so far you can't even wake him up?
Mr. Zimmerman. I told you...
You expect me to believe that this *thing* functions like some kind of marionet!?! Doctor you and your team cost this company millions of dollars each year. I suggest you make yourself worth it!
The man shot one more piercing gaze towards Dr. Grey before turning to leave. The door banged loudly behind him leaving the doctor at a loss for words. She moved a little closer to the bed and the body of a man that laid motionless on it. He seemed so at peace... so free of burden. The monitoring equipment they hooked up to him still display the same readings. Everything was completely normal. He was completely healthy. He was also very much comatose.
Security caught him running from the scene 7 months ago. They say he planted the c4 explosives that blew up their processing plant. The report mentioned that as soon as he was cornered he simply... fell to the ground... senseless. The company brought him here for the doctor to study. She didn't bother asking questions. They obviously wanted to keep it under wraps or they would've brought him to a real hospital. Not that they don't have the proper equipment to take care of him. G-NOME is years ahead in medical science than what's available to the public.
For 7 months they ran scans on his brain and monitored his body functions. Jansen in neurolgy put forth his theory that had all of them taken aback. His arguments were convincing and Jan is no run of the mill doctor. He's considered by some as the "wunderkind" of neurology. The man... if one can truly call him that was built to function as a reciever... Oh the body could function independently but only enough to keep itself alive. Outside of the influence of the transmitter... the man was built to go into automatic hybernation. A biological marionet of sorts... his brain was wired like a client computer on a network.
<...but where is the server? or what is the server?>
Miranda found herself disbelieving... the idea was crazy... only Jan isn't a crazy man. He's as genius as genius comes. She remembered what her father used to say: "When all other explanations fail. Go with the simplest one."
And the simplest explanation was...
Years of working on this secret project in this secret underground facility has turned us all into lunatics.
It was all she could do not to laugh out loud.
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Watching from above
"Liberty" Issue 1 - Part 1
Ryan sat on one of the railings as he looked down the street. He motioned as if to pinch one of the pedestrians...
They all look like tiny ants from up here. Just milling around doing their own thing. None of them even bothers to look up anymore. If one did they'd spot me in an instant. They never do. They're all trapped in their own lives. Just walking like everyone else. Talking like everyone else... like lemmings... you can hardly tell them from each other. At least from up here.
He stared down into the street and wondered if it was a mile long drop or if it was just yards. He was never good at distances and he never could tell the difference between the english and the metric system. He wondered why for some reason he lost that familiar sinking feeling in his gut whenever he looked down. Like somehow he wasn't afraid anymore.
In my mind I've always known I was different. My sister used to tease me when we were kids... she used to say that I was adopted. I have to say at some point I argued the matter inside my head. It wasn't true of course... the moment I started growing up, me and my sister started looking more and more alike. If I were adopted then so was she. Hehe... except we are the reflections of our parents...
He stared blankly at the busy streets and the dancing lights, his mind busy with what it was that made him the way he is... why his sister didn't seem to have it.
Or does she?
The ground beneath him began to pull away. The people in the streets became even smaller as he moved upwards. He took in the full size of the Makati Business district and how busy it was during the holidays.
Not one looks up anymore. Not even one.
He paused to ponder the uniqueness of his situation or...
Am I truly the only one? Am I that unique? Or is this some kind of abnormality and I'm nothing more than a freak of nature.
For a moment he stood there, suspended far above ground. Alone. Then he pictured himself moving thru the air, a particular location in his mind and as if slave to his will... the unseen force that has been his new found ally and constant companion pushed him forward slowly, gracefully.
Am I truly the only one here who can fly?
... and off into the horrizon he went.
...
...
...
Most people seem to notice the pretty girl by the door of every Starbucks coffee shop. Anezka Petrovsky was very hard to miss. Even in Makati City which is where most foreigners tend to stay... she was an eye catcher. But while every male eye in the room was glued to her alabaster white skin and deep red hair, she was so intent on looking up at the man who not a few moments ago sat atop Ayala Tower 1. She picked up her phone as soon as he left. She pressed on the speed dial and a female voice answered.
He's gone. It's like you said. How long was the file?
(Several pages long. It's a thick folder. I swiped it on my way out. I also managed to delete him from their servers.)
What do you want me to do? Should I follow him?
(No need. I know where he's going)
(Ana... be careful. What this guy can do... it's dangerous. Even for someone like you.)
Dear sister, I haven't met a man I can't handle.
... and Anezka Petrovsky got up with a smile on her face reminiscient of the first day she got her two Siberian Huskies. The door closing behind her signaled the death of the dreams of every man in the room.
Ryan sat on one of the railings as he looked down the street. He motioned as if to pinch one of the pedestrians...
They all look like tiny ants from up here. Just milling around doing their own thing. None of them even bothers to look up anymore. If one did they'd spot me in an instant. They never do. They're all trapped in their own lives. Just walking like everyone else. Talking like everyone else... like lemmings... you can hardly tell them from each other. At least from up here.
He stared down into the street and wondered if it was a mile long drop or if it was just yards. He was never good at distances and he never could tell the difference between the english and the metric system. He wondered why for some reason he lost that familiar sinking feeling in his gut whenever he looked down. Like somehow he wasn't afraid anymore.
In my mind I've always known I was different. My sister used to tease me when we were kids... she used to say that I was adopted. I have to say at some point I argued the matter inside my head. It wasn't true of course... the moment I started growing up, me and my sister started looking more and more alike. If I were adopted then so was she. Hehe... except we are the reflections of our parents...
He stared blankly at the busy streets and the dancing lights, his mind busy with what it was that made him the way he is... why his sister didn't seem to have it.
Or does she?
The ground beneath him began to pull away. The people in the streets became even smaller as he moved upwards. He took in the full size of the Makati Business district and how busy it was during the holidays.
Not one looks up anymore. Not even one.
He paused to ponder the uniqueness of his situation or...
Am I truly the only one? Am I that unique? Or is this some kind of abnormality and I'm nothing more than a freak of nature.
For a moment he stood there, suspended far above ground. Alone. Then he pictured himself moving thru the air, a particular location in his mind and as if slave to his will... the unseen force that has been his new found ally and constant companion pushed him forward slowly, gracefully.
Am I truly the only one here who can fly?
... and off into the horrizon he went.
...
...
...
Most people seem to notice the pretty girl by the door of every Starbucks coffee shop. Anezka Petrovsky was very hard to miss. Even in Makati City which is where most foreigners tend to stay... she was an eye catcher. But while every male eye in the room was glued to her alabaster white skin and deep red hair, she was so intent on looking up at the man who not a few moments ago sat atop Ayala Tower 1. She picked up her phone as soon as he left. She pressed on the speed dial and a female voice answered.
He's gone. It's like you said. How long was the file?
What do you want me to do? Should I follow him?
Dear sister, I haven't met a man I can't handle.
... and Anezka Petrovsky got up with a smile on her face reminiscient of the first day she got her two Siberian Huskies. The door closing behind her signaled the death of the dreams of every man in the room.
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