Post by ch00beh on Sept 24, 2006 14:39:56 GMT -5
It is complete.
Beautiful, is it not?
Yes.
Perhaps a test is in order?
Of course. One must always test a hypothesis. Simple scientific process.
I concur. Shall we take the project to a major city?
That seems to be a valid testing ground.
But what about the Powers? Will they not attack our creation?
Yes, they will. It is inevitable. But we can always make more. We are simply performing another experiment to test our creations' abilities.
Celadon City was alive at night as usual. It was almost midnight, yet people continued to talk and walk along the streets and cars continued to honk drive by. Neon signs had long since lit up, advertising whatever was inside their respective buildings, be it gambling, dancing, or shopping. The Celadon Department Store towered over everything, its own bright lights emanating from its several story high windows.
But at the edge of all this, the light did not reach. In this darkness, a single point of light appeared. The light seemed to be both white and black, at the same time. Truly, it had no color.
The point began to move downwards, leaving behind it a jagged line that glowed the same way the point did. As soon as the point reached the ground, the line widened, and reality itself bent and rippled out of the way. No one heard anything, because there was no sound.
Suddenly, the ground around the tear exploded outwards. This was audible. Cars screeched to a halt and people turned and looked, but as soon as they saw the cloud of smoke rising from the area, they began to scream and run away. But the same phenomenon had happened at three other, equidistant points around the city.
As the last hole was opened, Ex. #189 stepped out. Like the other First Generation experiments, he wore a standard black cloak, but his hood was down, showing the small black goggles over his eyes and the breathing mask screwed into his bones over his mouth. #189 pulled his goggles up, pressed a button on his mask, and began to speak in muffled monotone.
"The rifts have been opened."
Out of these holes in space time came monsters, all identical to each other. #189 stepped into the hole he had created, then closed all the portals, leaving a total of twenty in the city.
They could walk on two legs, but they mostly paced on all four limbs. They had an exoskeleton of complex tubes, pistons, and wires running around and into their arms, legs, necks and chest that doubled as both an armor and an amplifier of movement. Their arms ended in thick hands with retractable metal claws. Their bodies were covered in a short, dark colored fur that looked as if it had just been cleaned. But what was most disturbing was that they had human heads which had been altered almost beyond recognition. Their eyes had been replaced by an array of electronic sensors, their ears replaced by sound sensors, and their mouths replaced by a metallic jaw of razor sharp blades.
All of the creatures simultaneously let out a feral, yet vaguely human, roar, then with blinding speed began to randomly attack the people on the streets.
Beautiful, is it not?
Yes.
Perhaps a test is in order?
Of course. One must always test a hypothesis. Simple scientific process.
I concur. Shall we take the project to a major city?
That seems to be a valid testing ground.
But what about the Powers? Will they not attack our creation?
Yes, they will. It is inevitable. But we can always make more. We are simply performing another experiment to test our creations' abilities.
Celadon City was alive at night as usual. It was almost midnight, yet people continued to talk and walk along the streets and cars continued to honk drive by. Neon signs had long since lit up, advertising whatever was inside their respective buildings, be it gambling, dancing, or shopping. The Celadon Department Store towered over everything, its own bright lights emanating from its several story high windows.
But at the edge of all this, the light did not reach. In this darkness, a single point of light appeared. The light seemed to be both white and black, at the same time. Truly, it had no color.
The point began to move downwards, leaving behind it a jagged line that glowed the same way the point did. As soon as the point reached the ground, the line widened, and reality itself bent and rippled out of the way. No one heard anything, because there was no sound.
Suddenly, the ground around the tear exploded outwards. This was audible. Cars screeched to a halt and people turned and looked, but as soon as they saw the cloud of smoke rising from the area, they began to scream and run away. But the same phenomenon had happened at three other, equidistant points around the city.
As the last hole was opened, Ex. #189 stepped out. Like the other First Generation experiments, he wore a standard black cloak, but his hood was down, showing the small black goggles over his eyes and the breathing mask screwed into his bones over his mouth. #189 pulled his goggles up, pressed a button on his mask, and began to speak in muffled monotone.
"The rifts have been opened."
Out of these holes in space time came monsters, all identical to each other. #189 stepped into the hole he had created, then closed all the portals, leaving a total of twenty in the city.
They could walk on two legs, but they mostly paced on all four limbs. They had an exoskeleton of complex tubes, pistons, and wires running around and into their arms, legs, necks and chest that doubled as both an armor and an amplifier of movement. Their arms ended in thick hands with retractable metal claws. Their bodies were covered in a short, dark colored fur that looked as if it had just been cleaned. But what was most disturbing was that they had human heads which had been altered almost beyond recognition. Their eyes had been replaced by an array of electronic sensors, their ears replaced by sound sensors, and their mouths replaced by a metallic jaw of razor sharp blades.
All of the creatures simultaneously let out a feral, yet vaguely human, roar, then with blinding speed began to randomly attack the people on the streets.