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    Post  drasticDreamer February 16th 2009, 9:07 pm

    Pacificus The Man-Made Island

    History of the island--

    (Beginning)
    --> "Way back when", a large group of scientists (around 50) were part of an expansive, elite and exclusive, laboratory. They were the top of their class, investigating many new and original ideas, even designing practical applications of impractical ideas, fashioning new technology, synthesizing food and other items... But then, they felt restricted by the bindings placed on them by society, so under the cover of their 'accepted' laboratory, they began to experiment in secret. The scientists delved into artificial intelligence, cloning, and robots. When the science world caught a whiff of the true natures of the experiments, they were placed under close watch. Discovered, the scientists were placed under a ban and exiled on the basis of "unethical experimentation".

    Conveniently, however, some of the scientists had their hands into the steel industry, and a couple decades back, when they first began the new experiments, they bought out a couple factories and controlled them, creating this new floating steel, "Aeolium". After the exile, the group took this aeolium out to sea and began building their personal island. The decades of aeolium served them well and they had about a 50 mile diameter of an island. They fashioned aeolium trees and parks and buildings and grids, forming their own utopia.

    (A couple generations later)
    --> Soon conflict came to a head and trouble was brewing on the island. A division in the scientists separated, and then another... It all maximized and in an attempt to control it, they built a room. The room held the power to the island. It could control every aspect of their life. One of the scientists fashioned a chip and it was surgically implanted into the bodies of two people, near the heart. The chip held half of the password to the room, a manual over-ride to the computer system. Only the people with the chip can reprogram the computer, but they don't know the password. The people with the chip can only activate it under extreme duress, when they are completely convinced the world will end if the computer isn't stopped. Well, essentially. If the chip is removed before their death, it is deactivated. Also, the people with the chip must die a natural death ("old age"). Once again, if not, the chip is deactivated. With this first implant, the chip touched a gene code and will now only work in people with that specific gene code.

    (Many generations later..."now")
    --> Over the years, the island has expanded to a 150 mile diameter and 5 separate cities. The island is essentially self-serving. They have cities, factories, homes, warehouses, laboratories... They synthesize food and clothing... (They fish, too.) There are aeolium gardens; it's like the world they came from, with all the "green space", just everything is fashioned of aeolium. There is very little sickness as the environment is so controlled. There is an electrical shield to prevent detection. A group of scientists are working on a way to completely submerge the island, too. The control room now controls the power, the new robots, transportation (hover cars and boards, and the like), all the experiments, the laboratories, the technology which is their life... Everything.

    A round table government controls the island. The two people with the chips are protected. Only those who perform the surgeries and those being trained to perform the next surgeries know their identity. A few select others might too. It's preventive measures. The chips have little to no interaction between themselves. It has been forgotten that the chips only hold half the password; everyone thinks it's the whole password, just two people to guard it. (A man from one of the early generations learned how to escape death, and has hidden away in one of the secret spots on the island. No one knows he exists. He is the sole living person who knows that the chips only contain half the password.)

    Violence is illegal. It is strictly prohibited because the chip's identity is secret, and those-in-power and those-who-want-power are terrified that the chips will accidentally be harmed and the chip itself will deactivate, so they've gone to the extreme and violence is illegal. (That's not to say it doesn't occur...)

    Two factions on the islands, the "royal" descendants of the original settlers, have decided to build a robot army. The descendents of the steel plant owners wish to storm Italy, returning to their rightful places in the world, where they have faded into unknown (Group A "SFL"). The descendents of the experimental scientists wish to protect the island, keeping everyone on it, forbidding leaving, they want to keep their little haven (Group B "The Association"). The two groups don't get along.

    When our story begins, the government has just declared that making a robot army is illegal. Group A and Group B are enraged, and individually decided it would be best if they took over their government, and are making plans to kidnap one of the chip-men to override the system. They fight the government. They fight the opposing group. They're not peaceful lots. Neither want the other in control, but both don't want the current government in power.
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    Post  AStarryWonder February 16th 2009, 10:00 pm

    And so with his last strike, he destroyed the emerald diamond, vanquishing the evil spirit possessing the king without harming him. Rescuing the kingdom, saving himself, and winning a heart of the one he…

    Ii rubbed his eraser against paper. He hated writer’s block. He let out a sigh, as he robotically tapped the end of his pencil against the table in beat to the clock. His frustration finally came to a burst as he decided to have a change of scenery. This cycle had continued for the last few days when the idea came to him, but unfortunately, it had not made any progress. He got out of his chair, pushing it back under to maintain a sense of tidiness. It only took him a minute to grab his board and leave his room. Down the hallway, he spotted the new caretaker, Miss. Jane and tried to avoid eye contact.

    “So where are we headed today?” she asked with smile.
    “I don’t know. The park…maybe,” Ii answered in his regular quiet voice.
    “Hover-boarding again?” she glanced at the board as Ii inched it behind his back. “I swear the only reason you bought that contraption is go the park for naps or go the library for book.” Ii just continued to avoid eye contact.
    “Well, I suppose if you make back on time, you can go,” she said as she petted his hair. “But let it be our little secret, ok?” she whispered in his ear. Ii just nodded and continued on his way.

    He had never been good with new people, even more for females but she seemed nice and eventually he would open up. It has been that way for as long as he could remember with every caretaker. Although, the head caretaker liked to tease him sometimes, he had taken a liking to her in the end. He opened the doors out of the orphanage and stepped out. The sun was shining bright today. He walked down the steps and placing his board on the ground, jumped on. The hover mechanism activated immediately and produced a low-humming noise. Ii shifted his weight forward and zoomed.

    All of Harpal City seemed to burst to life. Founded by the head of a science sector, Jental Harpal, when the island was first started, Harpal City was one of the largest cities on the western side of the island, rivaled only by the capital. It was Ii home and he loved it. The skyscrapers towered the city as “air cars” flew past one another above him. The cars that were curved shaped and had no edges to reduce air resistance hummed louder than the board. The skyscraper had many windows, each representing a room. Signs hung in mid-air advertising mostly to mid-level cars for optimized line of sight. The city was divided vertically. The wealthier you were, the higher up you were. Ii was hovering a few feet from the ground.

    Ii shifted his weight, turning left or right depending on how he wanted to avoid the vehicles that traveled on the lower levels. It took him fifteen minutes to travel to the park. It was located in area where none of the skyscrapers blocked the sun or at least not all the time. It was early in the morning and sun was in a good position as it shined its rays at Ii’s favorite spot. It was a giant Aeolium tree sitting on a small mound of dirt and grass. It was one of the only spots on the whole island that contained real dirt and grass. One of the early families that became homesick asked for it and the scientists understanding their feelings carried very small amounts on to the island to prevent contamination. It pleased Ii to know about it. He could not stand to live only in a metallic city. The smell, the feeling, it was something that you could only tolerate to a degree. He let himself off the board, placing it as a pillow on the ground. Even his board was Aeolium. He sat down, feeling the grass against his jean and stretched his arms as let out a yawn. It felt a little warm so he took off his second shirt, freeing his long sleeve shirt with the broken heart on it. He laid down and dozed off.

    The knight had one decision left. He needed to stop the king, but how could he at the cost of his dear Anita’s father. He realized the word of the wise one at that moment. He moved quickly at the possessed king, entering a sword fight and at the final moment pulled off the emerald diamond from the king. He placed the emerald on himself, with only one question on his mind. If he truly had the strength to bear the world’s weight on his shoulders and defeat the evil spirit from within himself…
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    Post  drasticDreamer February 16th 2009, 10:30 pm

    *****Nine years ago*****
    Too much! It was too much! Meghany pounded her fist into the metal wall, cracking a couple of knuckles, and the shudder going through the structure caused a few brick-a-bracks to fall from the shelf a half a dozen feet away from her.

    "Meghany, you better not have broken that crystal vase I rescued!"

    "I did," she said in spite to her mother's face, "and you know what?" She paused and stomped over to where it had crashed on the floor and gave it a vicious kick, sending the remnants flying down the hallway. "There."

    "Meghany. Amanda. Catalax. You. F-ing. B-."

    "At least I'm not a whore!!!"

    Meghany smirked and watched her mother's complexion darken in fury, until she stomped over and slapped her daughter across the cheek. Lunging forward, Meghany threw a punch, her fist connecting to the eye with a crack, and her mother howled in pain. "Don't you ever," she warned, "let one of your play toys in my sight again, or they AND you will pay for it."

    She strode for the door and whipped it open, leaving her mother's property for the last time, and deliverer her final parting shot, "The next time I see your f-ing face, you better be f-ing dead in a sh-y coffin."
    **********


    Flat on her back, Meghany stared up through the skylight of her underground workshop, the shaft of light on her face, her eyes flicking slowly back and forth as the clouds moved past the window. She couldn't see much. The workshop was in the center of the city and the window ended on ground level. In the center of the "park", a few people walked by, a couple "trees" cast some shadows, but otherwise, the only view was the sky. Usually, it worked as a calming device, lowering her blood pressure, reducing the tension, killing her temper... Not today. Her nerves were strong unnaturally high, without even a just cause. Yet. Meghany felt like impending doom was arising, but she couldn't predict the direction. Something bad was going to happen.

    George, her stolen robot, beeped. She rolled over onto her stomach and picked up the screwdriver and went back to re-wiring his center regions. Earlier she'd taken apart the piece of his programming in attempt to disconnect his assumptions. Whoever had created the robot had programmed George to react to certain situations in a specific way. For instance, in a instant where he had the potential to be destroyed, he'd shut down most of his system and vacate the area to go into hiding. It was irritating. When there was an explosion in her workshop, he'd wheel to the door, and attempt to escape. Meghany had already spent three months trying to eradicate his quirks. Her last robot, Irvin, had gone up in flames after he'd pulled the plug on a fireball-detonator. It had taken her two and a half months to locate another robot, and then what did she pick up, but a miss-firing prototype. The delay in her tinkering didn't fit her schedule, and she was growing increasingly frustrated.

    "Intruder approaching, intruder approaching."

    Meghany got shocked as George pulled up force fields, another bizarre trait. She jumped up and jammed his power button, suddenly frustrated beyond control. She kicked her toolbox, sending metal, pointy tools flying and grabbed her boxing gloves. If pounding her dummy didn't work, she would have to find some other way to exert her anger. Possibly... No, dummy first. The hand-stitched face grinned maniacally back at her. Her mother, Cornelius Altamore, or the gov'ner today? Definitely the gov'ner. Meghany pulled out the ugly patchwork jacket and top hat, dressing the dummy.

    Sweat poured down her tank top, sticking it more tightly to her skin as she pummeled the dummy. She forcefully growled out her anger and slammed it all into the punching bag. Messages kept coming through her interface ring and she ignored them until they came too rapidly and she shut off the technology all together. Then, someone knocked at the door.
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    Post  i<3edwardcullen February 16th 2009, 11:26 pm

    Ian hunched over the giant magnifying glass, soldering metal pieces together in a circuit board for a yet another prototype artificial intelligence robot. Milan laid on the floor, head-on-paws, and whimpered.

    "Not now, Milan. Aaalmoooost theeerrreee...." The tool in his steady hand inched (or millimetered) forward towards the two parts to be fused, right before the door to his laboratory flew open and hit the wall with a resulting *BANG*! The soldering gun dropped from his hand as Ian jumped up, startled. He glanced over to see who it was before turning his attention back towards the circuit board, which was being burnt as the tip of the gun laid stationary. Ian quickly snatched it up and put it back in its proper place.

    He desperately wished that he had not given the key to his lab to his mom, who happily abused his privacy anytime she could. The only reason he still had an old fashioned door was so that no one could hack the electronic security code to get in. If someone really wanted to get in, they would have to physically pick the lock, a skill that was quickly fading from the newer generation.

    "Mom, I've told you a million times, knock before you come in, or don't bother at all. It's not that hard to understand." Ian lifted the circuit board to inspect the damage. There were a few twisted black parts he wasn't able to save in time. Brilliant, it was either going to malfunction, or he would have to start over. Well, Ian thought, if I'm supposed to be experimenting, I might as well use it and see what happens.

    She just stood there in the doorway, looking at him like he was missing the obvious.

    "What do you want, mother?" Ian's tone became a bit snappish. If she wasn't breathing down his neck all the time about the stupid robot thing, he'd be out doing something else, something more entertaining than sitting in a lab all day hunched over green and silver circuitry.

    "Do you not remember the meeting that starts in half an hour?" She raised her eyebrow, as if amused by her son's outburst.

    Ian's expression turned into one of exasperation. He had completely forgotten the meeting, which now screwed up his plans to play with Milan later that afternoon. He followed his mother's gaze, which was no longer at his face, but lingering down at his apparel, which was littered with metal scraps and shavings.

    "D--n it all," he muttered to himself. "I'll change in a few minutes. Don't get your face in a wrinkle." He turned his back to her and started to clean up, reveling in the idea of rebelling and not going to the meeting. Most likely it was going to be another boring conference that he had to try and not to fall asleep at. But no, his mother insisted on a constant stream of input from him instead of letting him sleep.

    The door closed gently, and he let out a sigh of relief. Ian looked over at Milan, who just rolled over and placed a paw over his head.

    "My thoughts exactly. Let's get out of here."

    Ian clicked his tongue to get Milan to follow, and strode out of the door, locking it behind him. He resolved to get the key back from his mother as soon as possible.


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    Post  AStarryWonder February 18th 2009, 5:03 pm

    (For clarification about the timeframe, Ii’s nap began thirty minutes before the other posts to cover for the time of his nap.)

    The sunlight peered through the leaves on tree. Slowly Ii’s drift between reality and dream began to fade. When he opened his eyes, he awed at the sight of the glistening skyscraper. He could not help but let out a yawn. He lifted his body up, stretching his already tired out body. His body by now had adjusted itself to the frequent naps by allowing him to enter the third stage of sleep faster while slowing down before entering deep sleep, a useful skill as a daydreamer. He quickly took a pencil from its permanent residence in his pocket and wrote a few key words down about his dream on the pencil’s roommate, some paper. He knew keep objects like these handy would come in play. He stared at a skyscraper to his right. It held a giant digital clock as expected of an advance city. It had only been half an hour since he left the orphanage. He did not want to go back right away. He never liked to leave the park but eventually he had too.

    He stood up, patting off his jeans of the dirt and pieces of grass that stuck naturally. Something he never got tired of doing. He lifted the board and activated it. Stepping on the board, he hesitated and then zoomed off to a random direction. He did not need to return to the orphanage for a while. He would much rather go and explore the city and the people more. He hovered at only half speed to keep an eye on his surroundings. To his luck, it seemed he took a heavy traffic area to travel in. There were shops and people everywhere and the word scrolled though his head, a market. He knew he would get lost if he did not get out immediately. He stopped his board to look around.

    Every shop lined up in complete symmetry. Individuality had lost its charm to even the poorest people. He tried to backtrack out but it failed. Next, he tried to go straight in a direction he believed to be where he came from simply to find himself more lost than ever. He moved to find higher ground from the flood of people. By the time he found his way out, he realized he exited the crowd from a different angle then the one he entered by. He sat down on his board while it continued to hover. He needed a positive aspect in this disaster. He had to get back but even with all the time left, he would never make it back in time. It only left one option, to explore the city beyond the normal limits. He became very uncertain about it. He would never receive this opportunity again. In fact being out without permission, he never would leave the orphanage again. He needed more material. Even an artist needed paint to work with. Now he could live it…well watch it. He could feel something bad would happen if he did it but suddenly as it one of his hero characters had taken over, he stood up and continued onward.
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    Post  drasticDreamer February 18th 2009, 7:40 pm

    *****Four years ago*****
    He stood at the edge of the island, his dark locks mussed by the wind as he watched the waves crash across the aeolium surface. His eyes brooded as he stared out, probably thinking about the life that had been taken from him. That's what he usually thought about.

    Meghany stood at the top of the rise observing him, not with the tender feelings of a daughter, but a predator carefully guarding her prey from escape. She saw his every flinch, the sighs that racked his shoulders, and gauged his every movement. Why did she have to find him? It normally was pretty easy to avoid his presence. He didn't venture out much. When he did, she stayed away from him. He always came to the beach.

    But she was seeking him out today. Back at the lab, some rumors were floating around. Some of the sailors weren't so passive anymore. They wanted to leave. They wanted to go "home". That couldn't happen.

    "Frank!" She shouted out. She always called him 'Frank'. He didn't mean anything to her. Why ought she call him 'Father'?

    He turned slowly. His eyes hardened as he took in the sight of her. It was a mutual dislike. He once said that he might not have hated her so much if it weren't for her mother. It didn't matter that she hated her mother more. He had been consumed by her and he'd never forgiven her for leaving him just with the ashes. So when he saw Meghany, he saw her mother. Meghany was his little b--d child. His shame, his grief, his torture. And she despised him with almost as much passion as she abhorred her mother and any little reminder.

    Why put her in this life? The daughter of a prostitute and a sailor held against his will. No pride could come from that union. But of course, no man could resist her mother. He was no different from the rest.

    "Frank!" She called out again.

    His long-suffering voice returned her call as he slowly trudged up the ridge to her side. "Yes, Meghany?"

    "I've been hearing things," she said, in a tightly-laced voice, barely containing her fury. "Up at the lab, they've been talking about the sailors. Say they've been restless."

    "They just want to go home."

    He was broken. She could hear it in his voice. He broke twenty years ago when his mother informed him of the child. It didn't matter. But how could this wretch of a man unite the sailors into such a frenzy that gave the Association cause for worry. "They can't."

    "We can't stay on this island, Meghany. It's killing us. We're born to the sea! We should live on the sea. Not this godforsaken island stuck among lunatic scientists who are attempting to kill off the human race."

    He actually used "we" and that destroyed Meghany's patience. "If any of your sailors set one toe out of line, there will be h-- to pay, and you'll be the one paying."

    She left.
    **********


    George somehow jumped to life and rammed into the back of Meghany's knees in his attempt to flee. His high-pitched keening pierced her ears and she screamed in frustration, ignoring the incessant pounding on the door to her work place. The visitor would eventually tire of pounding the metal, she hoped. It certainly did hurt the hand. George had once reprogrammed the access code on her and she'd been locked out, forced to pound the door, hoping to activate him. It hadn't worked.

    Meghany stormed up and punched a code into her wall box, shutting the power off in her workshop. George--dumb robot he was--noticed the dark and turned himself off, sending himself to sleep.

    Knock. Knock. KNOCK!

    Not many people knew the location of her workshop. She preferred to keep it secret and private. The visitor would go away.

    Meghany picked up her ukulele, hidden in the corner, and sat down, holding the old instrument in her lap. Strumming a few chords, she sang along. The Talking Trashcans had released a new CD and she'd written an arrangement of their song Secrets for her ukulele. It wasn't really difficult. "In the air there's a silence, a sinister calm..." Not really the most original, Meghany admitted. It did beat their last single, however, Jump ("When the world I know comes crashing down, and the tears are here to stay, I know my feet are planted, right now in today...") Meghany continued, the first time today she actually felt a wave of peace. Unsettling, actually. But her boxing gloves waited where she'd thrown them after George rammed her, and she stood up to continue punching. What a dear old dummy... The violence fed her, an alternate food source, the fount of her energy.

    KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
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    *Pacificus* Empty Ian

    Post  i<3edwardcullen February 18th 2009, 8:07 pm

    The conference began as expected. Ian walked through the silver sliding doors mere minutes before it began, with Milan stalking his heels. Many of the stiff heads of Steel Farthing Labs glared at him, disapprovingly, but Ian stared them down, one by one. After all, what was a dog going to do in the meeting? It wasn't like he was going to order him to attack one of them, and allergies had been solved ages ago. They were just incapable of seeing the bigger picture, thought Ian. They'd been locked up too long in their conference rooms, plotting the end of the outside world as everyone knew it.

    He reached the seat specially reserved for him, directly across from his mother and next to his father, and sat down. Milan knew the drill and squeezed between chairs under the table, to turn around and prop his head up on Ian's leg, as a distraction throughout the meeting. The other scientists began their spiels on what they were working on, how far they were progressing, that sort of thing. One group was working on a transportation method to ship robots to the mainland, and another was working on communications between the head of the robots, and the real leaders behind the invasion. There was Ian and one group left to summarize, and he opened his mouth to announce his progress, and then the leader of SFL, Cornelius Altamore, stood up at the head of the table with his hands raised, and Ian clamped his mouth shut. Whatever it was, he thought, it couldn't be good.

    "That fool of a governor today has announced a new law that everyone is supposed to follow." He paused, letting the words sink in before the real news. "The new law states...that the building of robot armies are illegal. Now, needless to say, this sets back our plan, and we can't continue without breaking the law."

    "But why don't we just ignore it and continue with it anyways? We can just say that we're building a new type of servant robot. It's been done before." Another member spoke up, interrupting Cornelius, who looked at him in disbelief.

    "I was getting there, thank you, Raymond." Poison seeped in every syllable spoken, and Raymond immediately fell silent. Ian felt sorry for him, since this was one of his first meetings, but still, everyone knew not to interrupt .

    "As I was saying, we could continue as planned, and risk being discovered and shut down before we even get close to invading, or, we can move the date for taking control of the island, say, to next week at the earliest? Now, for the plan to work, we will need to have a working robot, just one will suffice, to copy after we have taken control of the computer in the central control room."

    He turned to Ian, who immediately had a sinking feeling in his gut. "This is where you come in, where are you in the robotics department?"

    Slightly angered at the prospect of having to have the template completed in a week, and having his prospective circuit board fried, Ian baited Cornelius before giving a definitive answer.

    "Well sir, as you can see, I'm not in the robotics department at this point in time, I'm here in this conference room. But if you would like to have a real answer, I was close to having a circuit board completed this afternoon before a disruption caused me to drop the soldering gun and ruin the circuit that I had been working on for five days. Now, if this said circuit works, then I can have a running, jumping, fighting robot working in the next couple of days, with all of the kinks worked out. Since this is doubtful, it would probably take me another week or so." Ian stared down his mother as he finished, sending a hostile signal that she might have completely ruined the timetable of the operation. It gave him great satisfaction to watch her face fall, and then to turn her glance to the black tables, that contrasted sharply with the gleaming silver of the room.

    He looked a bit disconcerted before turning back to his speech.

    "This only sets us back a few days, so, no matter, it only gives us more time to find the chips."

    The chips? Surely he couldn't mean...there was no way, Ian thought to himself. His hand tightened on Milan's ears.

    "Now, Sector 4 has provided a means for finding the chips, and thus the people who contain the password to the computer. Each of you will be equipped with a sensor to find one of the two people containing this password. It doesn't matter which person we get, as long as we get one into our possession. Brian, would you care to explain how it works?"

    Brian stood up, looking smug, and Ian looked over at Caleb, who looked excited, and gave him a miniature thumbs up. He would definitely have to find him after the meeting to find out why he didn't know about this project before...Caleb usually never kept stuff from him, unless for a good reason. Brian droned on about how the sensor picked up on some kind of rare harmless radiation from the sensor that was found by searching through the chip's plans and performing some math calculations to an extent. The only setback was that the chip couldn't pinpoint exact locations unless it was right in front of the person who had the chip, but they could give the general area of location, provided that it was close enough. And they were oh so proud to have the honor yadda yadda. Chances were that Brian only put the finishing touches on it, that lazy son of a b---h.

    Ian shook his head as he caught the sensor sliding towards him on the table, along with everyone else's. The leader stood back up and announced that some would be sent to other cities on Pacificus to search, and that everyone was to continue their work, and perform diligently. He looked directly at Ian as he said this, as if saying, 'no more time to have fun, you're in it for real now'.

    "One more thing, it seems that The Association is also vying for control of the island, so it is in our best interest that these sensors do not fall into their hands, and we need more information from them, how far they're getting, their plan to get around the robot law, anything. So with eyes open and constant vigilance, this meeting is adjourned."

    With parting remarks over and done with, Ian swept out of the room, deciding that Caleb could be put off for later, and headed back towards his lab. As he thought, he made a mental list of what needed to be done. For one, he needed a way for Milan to carry the sensor, since he couldn't be bothered to check the stupid thing every 5 minutes, and to create a receiver that alerted him when the sensor found something. Then, he could get back to work on that robot, and that stupid blackened circuit board. But first things first, he needed to change that stupid lock on his stupid door.
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    *Pacificus* Empty Meghany

    Post  drasticDreamer February 18th 2009, 8:18 pm

    *****3 years ago*****
    "Congratulations, Meghany."

    "Hmmm?" Meghany didn't even bother looking up. Her black eyes didn't blink as she pressed closer to the computer in front of her. What were those little waves? The currents were unnatural for the brain scan. It might mean they had a break-through. Imagine that. Meghany pulled back for a second, clicked back on the screen to monitor their subject in the other room. He lay still on the cot, hardly a movement except for a twitch under his left eye. She groaned, knowing that mean he wasn't truly unconscious, not only from the scan, but the tell-tale twitch. Jeremy Stuffens was trying too hard to control his actions. The twitch gave him away. Meghany almost motioned for the other scientist to give him another dose of drugs, but she held off, wanting to inspect the current again. Opening the brain scan, she monitored the operating sections of the mind. It seemed they had managed to cycle down the short term memory. But what about those waves? The emotions, that's it. Jeremy Stuffens was feeling the pressure. Somehow his emotions must give him a short cut to the STM. Were the waves a link?

    "Meghany, are you even listening?"

    The cutting tone of Roselia "The Boss" Warburton's voice grabbed her attention this time. Meghany straightened, adjusting her tank top and tucking a loose wave of hair back up into the bun. "I'm sorry, what?" Her eyes flickered involuntarily back to the computer screen.

    "What has your attention so?"

    "It's a break through. Maybe a break through. We think it's a break through. Is it a break through, Meghany?" Her all-too-excited assistant spoke up very unprofessionally, trying to impress The Boss.

    "Yes," Meghany said curtly, "We're in the middle of shutting down the STM through--"

    "Enough, enough, I don't need the details. I just came to tell you one thing, Meghany."

    "And?"

    "Congratulations, you've been promoted."
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    The knock became too insistent. Meghany cut her eyes to the door, silently cursing the visitor's persistence. She threw the boxing gloves to the ground and ran a hand through her hair, trying to put the loose strands back where they belonged, in her bun. Her tank top a mess, pants full of grime, Meghany shrugged in her worst nature, and glared toward the door. Passing by George, she turned him on, hoping he might be of use and somehow accidentally maim her visitor. For once, perhaps he could be useful.

    Meghany flung open the door by punching a button on the far wall and spoke with her characteristically rude, "Yes?"

    Roselia Warburton strode into her workshop, unperturbed by her scientist's surly manners. Peabody, her assistant robot, floated in behind her, and intruded into the security systems to shut the door. Meghany heard the latches lock.

    A frown on her face, Roselia spoke after a few moments of glancing at her surroundings, the robotic internals strewn about the floor, the high-tech computer board on the wall, and steaming hostess radiating unwelcome. "We have a problem."

    "So I gathered," she returned dryly. "Care to explain why the head of the Association has interrupted my time by stepping foot in my workshop? I don't believe I invited you."

    "I can see you are confident in your position. Not many are so disrespectful to their superiors. As it is, I have too many things on my mind to get into any sort of argument with you currently."

    Meghany grimaced in the direction of her impeccable boss. Roselia rarely stepped foot out of her office, preferring to manage everyone's life from the comforts of her swivel chair in the lofty building. It was a control thing. If The Boss would only contact her people through interface rings and robotic messages, it made her all that more un-touchable. So Roselia sat in her chair and gave orders. At least they were decent orders. Meghany wouldn't have any loyalty at all for the witch if she weren't such an intelligent leader. Roselia stood in front of her, no fidgets in sight, wearing her typical business attire: fuchsia jacket and black a-line skirt. Only one difference-- her highlighted brown hair was mussed, as if she'd kept running fingers through the hair, whether from frustration or anger or... Meghany started as she watched the boss run a hand through the hair occupying her thoughts.

    Recently, Meghany had too much to do with The Boss. Roselia had begun to show a lot of interest in her laboratory, popping in and out, checking on the progress of the experiments she was performing. In general, she'd seemed to approve. Had something gone wrong? Then there is the matter that she had somehow discovered Meghany's secret side project and was sticking her nosy self into Meghany's business, asking all sorts of questions Meghany really didn't want to answer, preferring to keep her life private. And she did, thwarting The Boss, much to Roselia's dismay. Miraculously, The Boss up 'til now hadn't reacted, surprising the other scientists, knowing her low toleration for back-sass. But Meghany was smart and a way-too valuable aspect of the laboratory's program. She absolutely couldn't leave.

    But why was Roselia here? Why this infernal interest? Meghany felt her anger grow and desperately shoved it down.

    "Ah ha!" Roselia shouted, startling Meghany from her thoughts.

    "What?" she asked brusquely.

    "Your interface ring. I found it. You are to put it on, and as of now, NEVER take it off again or turn it off. Understand me? It's imperative that you follow my demands. I've been sending you messages all day. What the h- is wrong with you?"

    "It po'd me." Meghany jerked in from her hands and slipped it on. The drat device buzzed. Curious, she flicked it on to listen to the first message.

    ...the making of robot armies is illegal... The one fragment from the gov'ner's speech stood out in her mind.

    "Holy --" Her voice trailed off. Was he crazy? Making robot armies was illegal! Insane, absolutely insane. That threw a muck into the plans of their little "company". At least it altered them. Meghany was willing to bet her salary that their time plan was going to be hustled forward. No more idling around, but full speed ahead. They desperately needed the army, whatever that high-handed mega-idiot round table government believed. It was past time they were ousted. Even worse, besides throwing up a few roadblocks for the Association, SFL was sure to be outraged as well and plan their own coup. Definitely a few plan changes in the making. Meghany's sector was going to have to kick butt and finish the last stages of their newest experiment so they would have their hands open for their new instructions. Only Meghany knew why they were doing some of the experimentation her division was assigned; a boon that came with the prestige of her high elevation within the Association. Regardless, they had to have the army. They had to prevent SFL and they had to stop these incessant murmurings about escape and evacuation. What about the... Oh holy--

    "If you would listen to the rest of your messages, DO IT. Update yourself. There's a meeting tomorrow at 9 am. You WILL be present." Roselia spoke the command, then left the workshop.

    Meghany knew everything was changing. Her time to shine had come! She quickly shut down her workshop and jumped into her hover car and zoomed back home, wanting to open her computer system. The files, the files, she needed all of them. It was time.
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    "ARGH!!!" Ian yelled in frustration at the new circuit board, which refused to cooperate. Nothing seemed to work, there were never enough parts, or he'd run out when he just needed one piece, the parts he had were too big, or too small, or were just the plain wrong parts. Ian tried to think back to the last time that he had restocked all the parts, but he couldn't remember, which meant that it was likely over a year ago. He cursed his stupidity, and glanced back over to the supposedly ruined circuit board, and considered actually using it, but if it didn't work, then he'd lose a few days, and the operation would be even farther behind.

    After a moment's thought, he rose up and moved to plant the circuit board into the empty robot shell next to his desk. Milan's hackles suddenly rose, and he growled at the robot.

    "Come on, Milan, you've seen plenty of robots before, and this one is no different. Well, he is, but he's not going to hurt you."

    It was no use...he still stared at the robot with a menacing glare, and Ian pushed him away with his foot, muttering "dogs" under his breath. As the circuit board was inserted, a white flash flared up from the touching pieces, blinding Ian momentarily.

    "Stupid technology!!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. He grabbed the screwdriver and put the cover plate back on the robot, and didn't bother to switch on the robot to see if it worked before storming out the door. Milan followed, still watching the robot warily, and bumped into Ian as he grabbed the new key off the cabinet by the door for the new lock that he'd installed as soon as he got back.

    Milan whined and jumped up, touching his leash on the cabinet with his nose. Ian looked sympathetically at Milan, it had been almost a week...and besides, it wasn't like Altamore could do anything to him...he was the only one working on the robot.

    "Ok, boy, we'll go to the skywalk."

    The skywalk was as busy as ever, for the skywalk at least. A few people were milling around, some were running, and some official-looking people were walking with dignity, carrying briefcases. These were the people he liked to jostle as he was running, to make them seem like they weren't untouchable, and to make sure they knew it.

    It was only a few minutes into the run, and Milan was already pulling at the leash to go faster.

    "Milan!" Ian gasped, "slow down!"
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    Post  AStarryWonder February 18th 2009, 10:48 pm

    Everything around Ii only fascinated him more. There were so many different kinds of people dressed in different ways. He had never witnessed such a diverse group. Ii observed a loving couple walking together, as if they were in a book, pass by him. He watched a shopkeeper and an assistant worked to restock their shelves. He saw children playing while their parents browsed around. Ii unleashed his piece of paper and started noting everything he saw. Writing them down carefully, he focused his attention on the paper as he continued to hover down the road. Suddenly he felt a hard thump hit him followed by the shock traveling through his board. By the time the event processed to his mind, he was laying faced down on the ground with his board turned over a few feet away.

    The first thought that ran to his head was to see what he had collided with. He pushed himself up to a sitting position and looked around. Rubbing his head to ease pain on his forehead, he spotted a man on the ground near him. Two of the men’s friends helped him up. The fallen man held an angry aura around him and it seemed to have spread to his friends. Ii did not like where this was going. He gulped when the three men stood up and came right in front of him. They were at least ten years older and a foot taller and their leader’s stare only intensified the mood.

    “Watch yourself there,” he said with a smile as he held out his hand. Ii hesitated to take his hand. His smile was obviously fake, but nevertheless Ii reach his hand out. To do anything except follow along the charade required a courage he did not have. Then the man violently grabbed Ii by his shirt and lifted him up.

    “You got a lot of nerve running into me,” he whispered furiously. “But you know what? I think this can be easily solved.” Ii face dropped to stare of fear like a deer in headlight. He closed one eye and winced when the man raised his fist. The panic pushed on all of his six senses. Time seemed to slow down as Ii watch the fist began to reach its climax. All he could hear was his heart beating. He remembered reading something about it. How panic and fear could push the heart into pumping more and the releasing of adrenaline, which combined, multiplied the effects. In a few instances, even Ii became a superhuman, as time would slow down, his strength raised, and his instincts on high alert. It was at the moment he noticed the shadow twenty feet behind the man. The indistinguishable person had their hand elevated, in a pose Ii recognized. They had thrown something. His eyes trailed along the imaginary path until it reached a chuck of metal already flying toward the man.

    The man screamed in agony when the metal struck him in his back, immediately releasing him. Desperation and fear shadowed over his instincts as he crawled to grab his board. The men turned to see where their distraction came from while Ii stood up and activated the board. As soon as he started to get away, however, the men grasped what had happened and chased after him. Ii speeded as fast as the crowd allowed him. Left and right, there were too many people around. His hope diminished more when he saw behind him, the men began to catch up. That is when his heart pumped again. By the time he looked forward, he knew he would not make it. Sitting only a few feet in front of him was a supplied of modified Nitroglycerin that was used to power some of the older machines. Under normal circumstances, Nitroglycerin would have created a massive explosion under sudden shock except it was modified a long time ago to rid of its sensitivity to impacts, to allow its use as a fuel. Unfortunately, the speed he was traveling would be sufficient for the detonation and the distance he needs to stop would not. The closed his eyes as he tried to stop. The next time he opened them, all he could see was he flying in the air, there was a black smoke trail following him, and there was an unbearable pain in his chest. He closed his eyes again.
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    Post  i<3edwardcullen February 18th 2009, 10:51 pm

    Ian tugged on the leash when he became aware of the other people standing still, looking at something. Then, suddenly, a woman screamed as a dark shape flew through the air, proceeded by another, longer shape, and crashed into the glass tube of the skywalk. Ian tried to move out of the way, but the body flying through the air clipped him on the shoulder and knocked him to the ground.

    People rushed over to help the boy, almost all of them ignoring Ian. He stood up to take a look at this kid that had knocked him over, to see some smoke trailing from his tattered jacket. The smell of roasted flesh was nauseating, and Ian was forced to breathe in through his mouth. Everyone was crowded around him, but no one seemed to know what to do, and the EMTs weren't there yet, so Ian took control.

    "Back up! He needs air!" He pitched his voice out over the crowd, and a few of them began to listen, forming a path for Ian to get through. With no medical team in sight, he sighed. This was the last thing he needed right now, but the need to help this kid pushed everything else out of his mind. He remembered that he had some burn medical supplies in his lab in case anything had ever gone wrong with his tinkering. It shouldn't be that hard...he just had to read the directions, right?

    Ian scooped the kid up in his arms and headed towards one of the moving sidewalks in the skywalk and began running back towards his lab. He called over his shoulder for Milan who came running, with the first object in his mouth, glad to finally be able to really run. The leash whipped behind him, bouncing up and down against the ground.

    --------------------------------------------

    The kid was laying on the table that Ian had cleared off to apply the burn medicine, which had been more difficult to apply than he thought possible. And he'd had a devil of a time trying to apply the wrap, which was supposed to stay put for at least an hour while the burn healed, and then the kid should be as good as new.

    Ian sat in his swivel chair, going back and forth, waiting for the kid to wake up. He studied the kid, with his black hair and that purple streak. He snorted. It was probably some kid up to no good, causing trouble on his hoverboard, which turned out to be that thing that Milan had picked up. Aside from a little slobber and a few scorch marks, it seemed to be in working order. Ian stood up in impatience, pacing the room. He wanted the kid to wake up, so he could get the full story out of him, then have him leave so he could work on the robot, which still sat in the corner of the room.


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    Post  AStarryWonder February 18th 2009, 10:52 pm

    It all came very fuzzy in mind. Ii slowly rebuilt memory piece by piece. ‘Oh right, the explosion,’ he thought. He was still distorted and with pain coming from every part of his body, physically and mentally. He could feel the hard surface against his back and knew he was laying down. ‘Do people normally land straight on their back?’ It hurt him to moved, but he figured he needed to twitch to keep the morgue from bagging and tagging him. Then he opened his eyes and saw the light above him. He looked around where he could move his head without as much pain as possible. It was not the morgue he imagined. He could see the room was full of robot parts. Was someone building a robot? Then he remembered something about a new no robot rule. It would not make any sense to make a new robot after that rule was created.

    Then he spotted the man. He was sitting in chair thinking about something. Ii wonder what was going in his head and then his face sparked a look. Ii inter-sensor told him this man was a goldfish, a fish in a small room with no window, no light when he had so much potential to grow to according to his surroundings. Ii only hoped this was true because “goldfish” people were usually kind and then like a dream undone, the man noticed he had awoken.
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    Post  i<3edwardcullen February 18th 2009, 10:57 pm

    Ian looked up at the first sign of movement, seeing the kid looking at him.

    "Ah, so the kid awakens," he said. "You got a name, kid?"
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    Post  AStarryWonder February 18th 2009, 10:58 pm

    “Umm…‘Ii’ like the letter,” Ii managed to get out. Ii started to wonder where the sense of déjà vu was coming from when he remembered. He had not felt this feeling of actually talking to people for years, not since Syner taught him how to write, a calm yet determined aura.
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    Post  i<3edwardcullen February 18th 2009, 11:01 pm

    "Right...Ii. Well, I'm Ian. What exactly were you doing? I mean, to crash into the skywalk like that? It takes a lot of talent to crash into something that big. And where are your parents? No one's made a broadcast or anything to find you..." Ian rambled on, watching Ii, and then got distracted by Milan, who decided to jump up and place his paws on the table, sniffing at Ii's head.
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    Post  AStarryWonder February 18th 2009, 11:02 pm

    As the dog sniffed his head, it sent a tickle though his hair. Ii thought about Ian’s question. ‘What was he doing?’ He played the day over and over again, taking a minute until he traced his problem at its source.
    “I was napping,” he whispered.
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    Post  i<3edwardcullen February 18th 2009, 11:04 pm

    Ian looked at Ii in confusion.

    "Napping? Napping never did that. Come on, kid, you have to come up with something better than that. Were you just screwing around? Playing a game? Running away?" Ian examined all the possibilities. This Ii kid was confusing. Maybe he had hit his head when he crashed into Ian earlier...Yes, this made sense. He hadn't checked Ii's head for injuries when he was curing him of the burns. Ian stood up and pushed Milan aside, feeling into Ii's head for a possible lump, finding none.
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    Post  AStarryWonder February 18th 2009, 11:04 pm

    Ii cringed Ian started to feel his head. He looked more confused as he return to his seat. Meanwhile, Ii’s pains had begun to subside to a point so he tried to lift himself. He tremble in efforts as moving caused more damage than laying down, but he did not feel very comfortable talking like that or at least listening like that. He examined himself better though now in more pain than he started with. He could see the bandages covering him and his burnt clothes.
    “Can I ask what the damage to me first?” he asked softly.
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    Post  i<3edwardcullen February 18th 2009, 11:06 pm

    "Well, when you crashed into the skywalk, you were smoking, so whatever burns you got happened before you got to me, then some shards of glass found their way into the burn. Overall, you had a 2nd degree burn, which should be healed in the next half hour or so, and all the glass has been picked out of the wound. I thought maybe you'd hit your head with these answers you've been giving me, but I can't find anything. So there should be no lasting damage, but you need to lay down for a bit longer."

    Ian shook his head, "Can I at least get a halfway decent explanation of what happened? Before the crash, I mean."
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    Post  AStarryWonder February 18th 2009, 11:07 pm

    Ii laid back down as ordered. He was glad the burns were going to heal soon. The last thing he needed was an “injury” lecture on the side with a “being out” lecture when he got back.

    “Well it started with the nap,” he said, alternating between his regular quiet and semi-quiet volume and continued slowing down every once to think of what to say next. “Then I got lost and ran into some people…and they were not exactly the nicest bear traps to put your hand in…so when I riding away I ran into so explosives…and that all I remember.” He forced a nervous smile. He could feel what kind of mood this was and hoped it turn around soon or his tenseness might get to him.
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    Post  i<3edwardcullen February 18th 2009, 11:08 pm

    "Right..." Ian decided to quit interrogation about what happened, he probably wasn't going to get much more out of him anyways, and he needed to rest. He looked at the clock on the wall, noting that the burns should be healed within the next 15 minutes or so.

    "Hey, where do you live? So I can take you home? I don't think it's a good idea for you to be riding the hoverboard, not after that accident, and I need to get away from work anyways." Ian was curious to see what kind of family had raised this kid. He seemed so...different than any of the other kids his age.


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    Post  AStarryWonder February 18th 2009, 11:12 pm

    “Well, it’s not far but I need you to not come with me and drop me off a little far from it,” Ii spoke. “I don’t know where it is from here but…It the only orphanage in the area so I guess you can find easily.” He suddenly remembered his piece paper. Slowly reaching in his pocket, all he could feel was shreds of paper. ‘This ended just great’
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    Post  i<3edwardcullen February 18th 2009, 11:15 pm

    "The orphanage? Yeah, I think I know where it is, and if I don't, I could just get the car to go there on autopilot. What's going to be your excuse for being out so late? And how are you going to explain the clothes?" Ian slowed down his questioning.

    "Hey, I need to go get my mom's hovercar real quick, ok? Just stay put, and think on some excuses. Milan, stay."

    Ian set off out of the room at a steady pace, traveling through countless hallways before reaching his family's living quarters. Finding the key, he quickly scribbled out a note, saying that he was taking the car. He hurried back to his lab, thinking that it was about time to take off the bandages.

    "Are you ready to take those off?"


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    Post  AStarryWonder February 18th 2009, 11:16 pm

    “Oh…you can leave them…they will help when I give my explanation…” Ii said. He tried to get off the table this time. Surprisingly it was a lot easier than earlier, still painful but easier. He stood up straight when he finished.

    “Where’s my board and when do we go?” he asked.


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    Post  i<3edwardcullen February 18th 2009, 11:20 pm

    Ian held up the keys, "We can go now, and your hoverboard is over here." He picked up the hoverboard and led the way out of the building to the hovercar. Using the navigation, he found his way to the orphanage, then continued a couple of blocks farther.

    "Here you go. Do you need anything else before I go?"


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