Post by DP on Feb 28, 2008 23:03:52 GMT -5
Well I was typing this awhile back and liked it don't have a name so if you can think of one I'd like that...but I thought it was interesting oh ya if you don't want to read any strong language in a few parts I've learned to for warn people so with out further ado here is my story in the making ... ^.^
Unnamed story:
“Wake up friend I have a surprise for you” a mysterious voice spoke through the metal mesh box connected in the ceiling of the room.
“I have a major surprise for puppet like you” The voice said excitement in his voice made it sound like it would be pleasure not a simple extermination task. The voice of all voices it could have been the mesh box devil talking to it’s ex-fruits of labor, helping them know a vague truth of there soon to be demise into the depths of darkness.
“Whose there?” a voice now said from the dark recesses of the room are friend the mesh box was in nestled in the corner near the ceiling, a true terror of human technology, not to know thy enemy but to hear the voice transcribed through wires to a speaker telling you what they want you to hear, scary I know.
“So you are awake I’m glad then we shall begin” The Mesh Box now said in a pleasured tone like the hunt would finally begin the best of all festivals.
“Who are you answer me!” The shadow in the room said in a panicky voice, before a loud sound of Gears grinding that have gone to many a year with out the basic needs of grease. The doors opened, excitement fear it was all there in the shadow now disappearing to reveal a man of about twenty-two or around they’re, wearing a prisoners orange jump suit, but not a prisoner.
The door now open, the sun or no artificial light shining through the doorway like a beacon of cold warmth. The light welcoming but the feeling cold, nothing like the sun more like a light from a surgery table, or of the sort but still foreboding in it’s splendor of bright light, shining into the young mans eye’s.
“You have one hour before your death” The mesh box spoke, then nothing.
March 4th 2932 9:32 PM
Private home of Fredrick and Sara Williams
“Ma’am were still looking but there has been no clue as to the ware bouts of your son, it’s probably just a prank a boy running away, but at his age I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, but if it helps we will file a report and make sure the notice gets out how about that?” The Fat Impudent Police Detective spoke, as if he new this child whom he had never met knowing everything about raising IT knowing everything there is to know about the said boy. The man such a moron his stomach stretching his white shirt under his brown suit jacket, his chin folding over his tucked collar the red tie. It would have been seen as a disgrace, but this was are dear dear detective, the man who had been summoned to are little disappearance.
“Yes…yes your right thank you so much sir” Fredrick said holding out his hand to shake with Sausage finger Alagemen, Samuel Alagemen or Sam Alagemen.
“Ye ye we’ll find your little run away don’t worry.” Alagemen said shaking his sweaty hand with the famous technology scientist Fredrick Williams. The creator of many things we take for granite, that we could have only have dreamed of in the past, so many things, and now his young son missing, gone to have never been born or so it seems the only trace are his things, memories, and Holopics are picture of the future credit to ours truly.
Detective Alagemen stepped out of the town, home or what you might call it, a two-story house in the city. The darkness we all crave so we can have something to fear, though the light from the light posts on the street gave it that eerie glow with the patches of darkness were anything can happen to the unsuspecting.
Though are detective safe from this you never messed with a detective or a policemen if you if you ever wanted to be seen again. Hitting an officer of the law death, hitting a detective you disappear nobody knows what happens but the assumption it self is of course death.
In are Utopia we are slaves to are safety of the one’s who acclaim to safe guard us. We are slaves to are selves nothing more over what does it matter in a fact either?
Fat Detective Alagemen walked down this empty street, he had one block to go doctor’s orders for his cholesterol get his weight under control or die. So as a consequence when he had to be some were he parked at half a block away unless there was something more important involving any body he worked with, that was his only importance.
Alagemen made it to the car a sleek black car. You couldn’t call it a Toyota, you couldn’t call it a Ford car, what ever it was it was black sleek and plain. Fabric interior, tan dash, black console, a Franken car to an under paid Detective who felt like shit.
Alagemen unlocked the car with his thumb on the handle sliding in behind the wheel the car going down on the driver side as he got in correcting it’s weight when the door slammed with a quite yet booming sound, that a passerby would hear.
“Good evening Mr. Alagemen” The speakers in the cars doors, ceiling, and back said.
“Ya good evening, I have one mess after another it seems to always pile on me” Alagemen said sounding a little aggravated that he would have to be the one to file this punk ass kid running from home, that his parents believed was kidnapped. “Bullshit happens all the time”
“What happens all the time sir?” the speakers spoke again, a robotic inhuman female voice. Just one of the luxuries of the future, who needs a GPS when you can have an ADDI (Artificial Directional Device Intellectual)?
“Nothing Farness.” Alagemen said sighing, “Just take me home I’ve had a long day”
“Yes Mr.Aleg” Farness cut short the speakers broke out, all units in the Vicinity of LaCabara and Yorkshire move to Veleciata code Gray.
“Code Gray” Alagemen said, the code for a shot and killed member of the force. “Lets hurry” he spoke, the car’s engines rumbled to life with a small squeal of electricity, as the electric car drove silently down the empty ghost street with little balls of light as the guide besides your own flash lights attached to the car.
March 4th 2932 8:50 PM
Seaport LaBlanca Pier 2 Warehouse 3
“Do you have the goods?” The shadow said, a gleam of glasses and shiny sharpened teeth.
“Yes I have the goods, they’re at this address,” The man in the business suit said handing the shadow figure a scrap of paper with scribbles. “And your part of the bargain?”
“Hehehe you are quite the business man” The shadow figure said excitement and exotic pleasure in his voice. “Y-E-S you are quite the business man I like men like you straight to the point” the shadow figure laughed pleasure in his dark deep voice.
The Businessman swallowed “Yes I’m quite in the hurry I’m sorry for being so blunt” the Businessman said apparent fear for his life in his voice, like he had done something wrong and this his last moment alive, doing dirty business.
“Yes we are all in a hurry…fine I won’t stop you” The shadow figure said holding out his adjacent hand handing the Businessman a suitcase. “One hundred grand in bills men like you love” the shadow figure said still deep pleasure in his voice at this encounter. “I wish for more experiences like this, lets say it was quite …he he enjoyable I hope oh with pleasure hope we meet again for business.” The shadow figure said stepping backward out of the natural moon light of the open sliding doors of Warehouse 3 on Pier 2 at the good old LaBlanca seaport.
The Businessman walked out between the doors, to be met only with a crow bar to the face, then black.
“Ya I got him…what you want to say hi…well I’ll put you on speaker” a voice said in the front seat. “Hey faggot you got a message,” the man said pushing a button and the speakers snapped from the abrupt volume
“HELLO HELLO AND WELCOME TO YOUR NEW HELL, LETS MAKE THIS AN AJOYUS OCCASION AND ENJOY EVERY LAST MINUTE AS LONG AS IT LASTS I’LL MILK YOU FOR WHAT YOU ARE” the voice said over the fabric covered speakers throughout the whole care. Our dear dear businessman tied in the back with duct tape on his hands and over his eyes and mouth, except his nose. (Wouldn’t want your new toy to die?)
“LETS ah that’s better thank you JoyJaJe,” The voice said before a long exhale and a machine assisted breath in or maybe it was a synthesizer who knew? “I need a new toy I thought you would be it since of what you are, selling them it the like a toy to your clients I wanted to know how you feel when the tables are turned.” The Fabric voice said.
“So I thought that inviting you would be very helpful, I lets say am not a bad man but selling the packages to Mr. Cannibal, Mr. Shark tooth, Mr. Satan, The man of many names I’m sure you don’t want to know what Mr. Happy Joy Eye has planned.” The fabric voice said.
The Businessman said ‘MMPH’ his only retort.
“What you will have to speak up…hahaha…Mr. Truarth you yourself have taken lives for granted and how you treat others is how they will treat you, see I might be the only one who knows of your deeds but it does me …Oooohh Soooo much good for us to have this experience this may be your last as you have done them there last, we are having a good trade off won’t you say?” The fabric voice said as JoyJaJe the burley man drove the car down the on ramp of I5 Toward Shinark city from Quebeth city in the providence of new US. The only retort a hint of happiness as Mr. Fabric voice said in a sing song pleasure voice of are dear dear Mr.Truarth’s judgment “Guilty” The fabric voice said then nothing.
March 4th 2932 10 PM
Greece Junction Plaza Back of building bay doors for unloading
“Jim you going to the party?” A tough man in a job issued Blue Jean Jump suit said climbing up the ladder after turning off his truck. It was a Red Truck, with ‘NUSS’ on both doors standing for New United States Shipping. Everything now was part of the NUS but it was everyday life.
“No I have to take inventory tonight, there’s supposed to be a new item released and management is worried that some low lifers are going to break in and man handle the new stuff, so I have to stay all night, luckily I have this” Jim said wearing a Yellow Orange Reflective vest not matching with his Khaki pants blue shoes, and gray hospitality shirt (For Customer Care) or some mumbo jumbo bull like that.
“What new stuff, and what the hell is that….is that what I think it is you could disappear if your seen with that in a place like this” The Driver said in seeming to quiver in his standard issue cover alls.
“Not even I know supposed to be a big surprise I just hafta watch what I can’t see, nothing to unimaginably hard.” Jim said the light reflecting off his vest. Then looking at the disk he held in his own hand like it was some foreign object that he didn’t even understand himself. “Don’t worry, it’s just a little relaxant that will help me get through I’ll still see ya next week for the next shipment of what ever the hell the NUSS wants you to deliver to are Plaza” Jim said playing it all off like some joke.
“Man your right I should just learn to trust your judgment your always right and you been doing this plaza job for what coming 10 years?” Mr. Driver spoke with a relieved expression in his tone. “Well any way if I want to see the wife and kids tomorrow I better get going and get this truck parked at the NUSS or I might be in deep shit with the man” Mr. Driver said, closing up the doors to his truck and locking then with the electronic padlock. Then with one last wave not even a turn he leapt from the Concrete stand to the truck ramp his truck was parked in, hopping in and driving off all within reasonable time for this time of night.
March 4th 2932 10 PM
Veleciata (Code Gray Called)
Alagemen Slinked his fat ass out of the car, he was immediately surrounded by younger inexpedient detectives and skinny white ass cops. “What’s the issue who was shot?” Alagemen stated making himself seem to be in control, hell he place looked like a Force Convention going from table to table looking for the next best piece of crap based off another piece of crap that worked just as fine as the last.
“It was officer Peterman,” A young rookie said out of the frail.
“Peterman, fuck” Alagemen said running his fat ass through the crowds of such inexperienced cops and detectives it could seem like a mall at Christmas. Alagemen made it to the front only to stop looking at the dead remains of his former ex-partner they had been in training together. “What happened?” Alagemen said grabbing a rookie by the scruff of his shirt, if the damned dispatcher hadn’t been so dumb ‘all units in the area report’ Hell half the force was in those two areas at any given time due to there quote on quote problems. Hell those places are so safe you’d think a gated community were the slums.
Alagemen let the rookie go, he couldn’t do anything and now he had assaulted a goddamned rookie he’d have a lot of explaining to do.
Mr. Shadow man propped near a tree watching the fray. “HHMM soooo thisss isss myyy next …ooooo Target.” The shadow man Mr. Cannibal, Mr. Happy Joy Eye said in an apparent fit of pleasure. His silhouette blended with the tree he was the tree’s shadow at 10 pm at night. “I can’t wait to eat my fill of this” chuckled Mr. Shadow Man his shiny sharpened teeth gleaning in there splendor as his glasses glistened black, under those sight of red, stared at the event’s
Illegal File #33045745821065
Document Subject: Illegal Eye Augmentation
Illegal Eye Augmentation is a risky business. In the year 2900 they had experimented with the fact that human life is all just cells and cells. Which from are forefathers of Old US knew from their research on this though if that fact and the results hadn’t have been lost in the fire of 2765 then there documentation of it and/or of the law of Copy Righting or Copying Files were not in act then maybe we could have protected are selves.
When the eyes are fixed to see in the dark, or underwater, or for an example for anything that the consumer would like to fit in their environment. It had been a large thing to be able to have parts of the body to fit in with how people would prefer to be. But the first Test Subject in the year 2100 had suffered a disease of the eyes known as MonoSynclopus, which was named after the doctor who had found the Disease Dr. Synclo, With his findings he found messing with the human Genome messing with the cells of the eye you can in fact change it even in older subjects but the long term affects, they were just horrendous.
Side effects of MonoSynclopus
Swelling Red Eye’s
Blood Shot
Puss seeping from bursting of the tissue, in and around eye
And just so many more such as blind ness.
The General Idea of this was good but the effects of the subject were just murder. The original subject had signed the papers and agreed to the terms that it was a very risky situation and might lose his eye’s he agreed.
Subject:0
Name: Gordy Frelling
Age: 20
Birth date: 03-02-2880
Birth town: Mitchochiew, Dysopa
Country: New United States
<Subject under care of Dr.Synclo>
Report By Dr.Synclo
August 1 2900
We injected the eye tissue with a special fluid mixed with DNA and Proteins made by the scientists in the lab the perfect DNA for sight in the dark. Two days after injection the subject showed Miraculas healing rate better then we had originally thought
September 9 2900
Subject has been under are care for almost two months after Injection. His healing is finished but the results worked but the side effects were astronomical. The handlers witnessed he had in a fit of rage and pain drove a spoon into one of the female nurses eye’s screaming, ‘How do it feel’, The nurse will survive we might be able to salvage her eye, and culture it to repair it but the long term effects on the nerve are almost un repairable.
September 20 2900
I haven’t slept for days, I’m so scared in are subjects fit of rage he bit the cheek off one of are handlers and stared at the mirror we were behind, smiling the smile of ‘I know your there and I hope you see this baby’ He smiled before letting the chunk fall out, I’m so scared of what I have done I don’t know what I should do, how I should handle this monster this man made monster. He poses so many problems with the augmentations that it must be the cause of his rage but the red eye effect of the blood staining the white of his eye is just more then I can almost handle. I must find a way to reverse the effects.
December 24 2900
I’ve done all I could, I know writing this will someday be found but I must confess who else will listen. I’ve taken a leap in time I started this project a middle aged healthy man. But the Project has taken so much away I’m only 42 with the look of an almost 80 year old, my hair white from fear, of what I have created and what I have done to rid this problem. It all started in the beginning of December. I was making my rounds carefully, when I came upon Subject 0. He had been quite since we finally managed to actually keep him in the restraints, a pale 20 year old with a seeming blood lust. 6 of my best staff either injured or dead most injured but …no words could ever explain the fear of what I had created. On that night I went into the lab turning off security and opening a single road to freedom, I released the beast to stop the sorrow of my staff, to help them regain themselves..But now I see the errors of my ways. In the days he was free in the public in only this few short times Random People doesn’t matter if they have kin, he seems to be in such a rage that he can’t help himself, I haven’t slept maybe 1 hour a night since then I feel I will either be found out or die alone, either way I’m burning in hell for the errors of my evil ways. So frightened one-man one thing he was the cause and I’m powerless enough to set him free, WHAT….HAVE….I ….DONE?<end journal>
[End Attachment]
As you have read the idea of gene modification has such drastic effects the general public have only been expressed to only things we can control nothing that might cause such an effect that might cause something like this again. Though we have no clue as to the whereabouts of are Subject 0 we can’t tell the public that they might know too much.
Sincerely Chancellor Gracebrooke
P.S. Gregory Micklimet when you have finished reading this I highly suggest you erase all remnants of this. If this were to be found even people such of are caliber will be killed. This is more dangerous then Corrosive Acid a gun be careful old friend.
March 5th 2932 10AM
“Hey Alagemen did you finish the report, I have to send them off to central before Lunch and I don’t want to get a demotion.” A little young short for his age Office Cop said. Office Cop the lowest of the low cop’s they all have to start there but this one, pretending to have something in common with a detective what bullshit.
“I’ll have it done when I have it done today, us higher ups have a lot of work it may not seem it but when you transition from vet. Cop to Detective you gotta be on your toes” Alagemen said through bites of a Juicy greasy burger. Working on that instead of a report, for a punk ass kid and a dead cop.
“Well Mr.Alagemen you don’t have to be some snarfing whore to your burger, we have to make a place for us to like you have, and.. And…FUCK YOU!!!” the Office Cop threw the stack of papers down, leaving Alagemen with his greasy burger and his fat ass in his chair.
“What a wuss” Alagemen said putting down the burger, and picking up a pen, writing something down, he pressed a button on his desk and a voice came through.
“Yes Detective Alagemen?” a young women voice said through the mesh speaker.
“I have something you need to deliver, come here now” Alagemen said looking at the burger now with disdain his early lunch ruined, he dropped it in the trashcan.
A young women wearing a standard issue blue knee length skirt well all the clothes of the an Office Cop or Office Jockey were always blue. Except for an office cop they had a badge and a utility belt to make them feel welcome in their office job. “Yes Detective Alagemen?” the young women said more of a young girl, she had just joined fresh out of the new training program, were they screen everything for knowledge into your mind, and the rest you do muscle augmentation to help your muscles adjust if you were to be a cop, but since she would be an office jockey she didn’t need those augmentation’s which was for the better.
“Take this to Stall 0468 on the second floor in a hurry if he hasn’t already left yet.” Alagemen said through his chubby cheeks. Still wearing his same clothes from last night he wanted sleep.
“Yes Mr. Alagemen” The new Office Jockey said. Alagemen didn’t remember her name, well all the better he hadn’t a care in the world for fresh blood. When she had walked out of the Office she said under breath, “Fat fuck”
In fact nobody really liked Alagemen he was to rough for this newer age, a man of the past well every body in the place had count down Calendar in there minds for when Fat Alagemen would either A. Die of a Heart Attack, B. Clot, C. Shot in the field. D. Retire, or E. Disappear. E was everyone’s hope, nobody wanted to go to a funeral or make a fake face of sadness when finally left, in fact there were even Bets on this list some called it the ‘Bet O’ Alagemen ‘ and people just wanted to see him gone, but he was there best and only experienced damned detective bronzy enough to stay on the force since all those years back about a killer of detectives when one of them was after him, he didn’t know which one and started killing off the big ones though then Alagemen was a rookie and posed not a single threat. A skinny smiling picture of Alagemen can be found on the web if you look in the right places and under each caption of the picture it always says ‘The Assholes of this world always start cute’ hence Alagemen.
March 5th 2132 10PM
Outside NuJema
Hardcore Gabber could be heard, an old music style that was revered as crap. Only few songs are heard from this.
“TURN THAT CRAP OFF!!!” a voice came yelling from under some old monstrous thing. It could have been what the people called a classic, though who knows.
The music turned down slightly, “Fine asshole” a voice came from an upstairs platform, were an older man was working on papers.
“Vat the Fuck is this shit!!!?” a yelling voice came. A man in black stood at the open door, wearing sunglasses.
A man who was recently under a monstrous thing scooted out. “Tony?” he yelled getting up and running over wiping the grease on his coveralls before holding his hand out.
“Nize tu Cee you” Tony said smiling his crooked teeth, and scarred face the sunglasses were better then him and they were those ugly bug eyed ones. Tony kept his hands in his pockets. Then looking at Jacks hand he smirked, “I’ze have zee’s job for you, I’ze need you to kill zis man in two days from tomorrow here’s his schedule” Tony said, turning around “Ze picture is on page two, I’ll contact you the allotted time I’m in a hurry” he said leaving the garage and back into the night disappearing like a puff of smoke.
“What the hell?” Jack said holding the papers Tony had given him. He turned around walking to a desk near the monstrous vehicle, sitting down at the desk he looked through the papers. “So he doesn’t talk to me in a year and expects me to do a job like the old days…damn” Jack said sitting back. He blindly reached into his desk with out looking picking up something black, he stood up walking slowly up the stairs to the second landing were his friend sat working on paper work, while listening to the ancient music.
“Kevin?” Jack spoke in a shaky voice, raising the black object.
Kevin turning around in a zip of his swivel chair stopped short looking at jack then the black object in his hand. “Why?” Kevin spoke before a repeated succession of four small objects struck Kevin in the chest.
“Sorry Kevin” Jack said turning around sorrow in his face he walked down the stairs speedily wanting to get out of there, he walked to the back of the building to a cellar door, opening the door and walking down, turning on the only light down there, a room full of weapons, ID’s and other things all unmarked most covered in dust.
Unnamed story:
“Wake up friend I have a surprise for you” a mysterious voice spoke through the metal mesh box connected in the ceiling of the room.
“I have a major surprise for puppet like you” The voice said excitement in his voice made it sound like it would be pleasure not a simple extermination task. The voice of all voices it could have been the mesh box devil talking to it’s ex-fruits of labor, helping them know a vague truth of there soon to be demise into the depths of darkness.
“Whose there?” a voice now said from the dark recesses of the room are friend the mesh box was in nestled in the corner near the ceiling, a true terror of human technology, not to know thy enemy but to hear the voice transcribed through wires to a speaker telling you what they want you to hear, scary I know.
“So you are awake I’m glad then we shall begin” The Mesh Box now said in a pleasured tone like the hunt would finally begin the best of all festivals.
“Who are you answer me!” The shadow in the room said in a panicky voice, before a loud sound of Gears grinding that have gone to many a year with out the basic needs of grease. The doors opened, excitement fear it was all there in the shadow now disappearing to reveal a man of about twenty-two or around they’re, wearing a prisoners orange jump suit, but not a prisoner.
The door now open, the sun or no artificial light shining through the doorway like a beacon of cold warmth. The light welcoming but the feeling cold, nothing like the sun more like a light from a surgery table, or of the sort but still foreboding in it’s splendor of bright light, shining into the young mans eye’s.
“You have one hour before your death” The mesh box spoke, then nothing.
March 4th 2932 9:32 PM
Private home of Fredrick and Sara Williams
“Ma’am were still looking but there has been no clue as to the ware bouts of your son, it’s probably just a prank a boy running away, but at his age I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, but if it helps we will file a report and make sure the notice gets out how about that?” The Fat Impudent Police Detective spoke, as if he new this child whom he had never met knowing everything about raising IT knowing everything there is to know about the said boy. The man such a moron his stomach stretching his white shirt under his brown suit jacket, his chin folding over his tucked collar the red tie. It would have been seen as a disgrace, but this was are dear dear detective, the man who had been summoned to are little disappearance.
“Yes…yes your right thank you so much sir” Fredrick said holding out his hand to shake with Sausage finger Alagemen, Samuel Alagemen or Sam Alagemen.
“Ye ye we’ll find your little run away don’t worry.” Alagemen said shaking his sweaty hand with the famous technology scientist Fredrick Williams. The creator of many things we take for granite, that we could have only have dreamed of in the past, so many things, and now his young son missing, gone to have never been born or so it seems the only trace are his things, memories, and Holopics are picture of the future credit to ours truly.
Detective Alagemen stepped out of the town, home or what you might call it, a two-story house in the city. The darkness we all crave so we can have something to fear, though the light from the light posts on the street gave it that eerie glow with the patches of darkness were anything can happen to the unsuspecting.
Though are detective safe from this you never messed with a detective or a policemen if you if you ever wanted to be seen again. Hitting an officer of the law death, hitting a detective you disappear nobody knows what happens but the assumption it self is of course death.
In are Utopia we are slaves to are safety of the one’s who acclaim to safe guard us. We are slaves to are selves nothing more over what does it matter in a fact either?
Fat Detective Alagemen walked down this empty street, he had one block to go doctor’s orders for his cholesterol get his weight under control or die. So as a consequence when he had to be some were he parked at half a block away unless there was something more important involving any body he worked with, that was his only importance.
Alagemen made it to the car a sleek black car. You couldn’t call it a Toyota, you couldn’t call it a Ford car, what ever it was it was black sleek and plain. Fabric interior, tan dash, black console, a Franken car to an under paid Detective who felt like shit.
Alagemen unlocked the car with his thumb on the handle sliding in behind the wheel the car going down on the driver side as he got in correcting it’s weight when the door slammed with a quite yet booming sound, that a passerby would hear.
“Good evening Mr. Alagemen” The speakers in the cars doors, ceiling, and back said.
“Ya good evening, I have one mess after another it seems to always pile on me” Alagemen said sounding a little aggravated that he would have to be the one to file this punk ass kid running from home, that his parents believed was kidnapped. “Bullshit happens all the time”
“What happens all the time sir?” the speakers spoke again, a robotic inhuman female voice. Just one of the luxuries of the future, who needs a GPS when you can have an ADDI (Artificial Directional Device Intellectual)?
“Nothing Farness.” Alagemen said sighing, “Just take me home I’ve had a long day”
“Yes Mr.Aleg” Farness cut short the speakers broke out, all units in the Vicinity of LaCabara and Yorkshire move to Veleciata code Gray.
“Code Gray” Alagemen said, the code for a shot and killed member of the force. “Lets hurry” he spoke, the car’s engines rumbled to life with a small squeal of electricity, as the electric car drove silently down the empty ghost street with little balls of light as the guide besides your own flash lights attached to the car.
March 4th 2932 8:50 PM
Seaport LaBlanca Pier 2 Warehouse 3
“Do you have the goods?” The shadow said, a gleam of glasses and shiny sharpened teeth.
“Yes I have the goods, they’re at this address,” The man in the business suit said handing the shadow figure a scrap of paper with scribbles. “And your part of the bargain?”
“Hehehe you are quite the business man” The shadow figure said excitement and exotic pleasure in his voice. “Y-E-S you are quite the business man I like men like you straight to the point” the shadow figure laughed pleasure in his dark deep voice.
The Businessman swallowed “Yes I’m quite in the hurry I’m sorry for being so blunt” the Businessman said apparent fear for his life in his voice, like he had done something wrong and this his last moment alive, doing dirty business.
“Yes we are all in a hurry…fine I won’t stop you” The shadow figure said holding out his adjacent hand handing the Businessman a suitcase. “One hundred grand in bills men like you love” the shadow figure said still deep pleasure in his voice at this encounter. “I wish for more experiences like this, lets say it was quite …he he enjoyable I hope oh with pleasure hope we meet again for business.” The shadow figure said stepping backward out of the natural moon light of the open sliding doors of Warehouse 3 on Pier 2 at the good old LaBlanca seaport.
The Businessman walked out between the doors, to be met only with a crow bar to the face, then black.
“Ya I got him…what you want to say hi…well I’ll put you on speaker” a voice said in the front seat. “Hey faggot you got a message,” the man said pushing a button and the speakers snapped from the abrupt volume
“HELLO HELLO AND WELCOME TO YOUR NEW HELL, LETS MAKE THIS AN AJOYUS OCCASION AND ENJOY EVERY LAST MINUTE AS LONG AS IT LASTS I’LL MILK YOU FOR WHAT YOU ARE” the voice said over the fabric covered speakers throughout the whole care. Our dear dear businessman tied in the back with duct tape on his hands and over his eyes and mouth, except his nose. (Wouldn’t want your new toy to die?)
“LETS ah that’s better thank you JoyJaJe,” The voice said before a long exhale and a machine assisted breath in or maybe it was a synthesizer who knew? “I need a new toy I thought you would be it since of what you are, selling them it the like a toy to your clients I wanted to know how you feel when the tables are turned.” The Fabric voice said.
“So I thought that inviting you would be very helpful, I lets say am not a bad man but selling the packages to Mr. Cannibal, Mr. Shark tooth, Mr. Satan, The man of many names I’m sure you don’t want to know what Mr. Happy Joy Eye has planned.” The fabric voice said.
The Businessman said ‘MMPH’ his only retort.
“What you will have to speak up…hahaha…Mr. Truarth you yourself have taken lives for granted and how you treat others is how they will treat you, see I might be the only one who knows of your deeds but it does me …Oooohh Soooo much good for us to have this experience this may be your last as you have done them there last, we are having a good trade off won’t you say?” The fabric voice said as JoyJaJe the burley man drove the car down the on ramp of I5 Toward Shinark city from Quebeth city in the providence of new US. The only retort a hint of happiness as Mr. Fabric voice said in a sing song pleasure voice of are dear dear Mr.Truarth’s judgment “Guilty” The fabric voice said then nothing.
March 4th 2932 10 PM
Greece Junction Plaza Back of building bay doors for unloading
“Jim you going to the party?” A tough man in a job issued Blue Jean Jump suit said climbing up the ladder after turning off his truck. It was a Red Truck, with ‘NUSS’ on both doors standing for New United States Shipping. Everything now was part of the NUS but it was everyday life.
“No I have to take inventory tonight, there’s supposed to be a new item released and management is worried that some low lifers are going to break in and man handle the new stuff, so I have to stay all night, luckily I have this” Jim said wearing a Yellow Orange Reflective vest not matching with his Khaki pants blue shoes, and gray hospitality shirt (For Customer Care) or some mumbo jumbo bull like that.
“What new stuff, and what the hell is that….is that what I think it is you could disappear if your seen with that in a place like this” The Driver said in seeming to quiver in his standard issue cover alls.
“Not even I know supposed to be a big surprise I just hafta watch what I can’t see, nothing to unimaginably hard.” Jim said the light reflecting off his vest. Then looking at the disk he held in his own hand like it was some foreign object that he didn’t even understand himself. “Don’t worry, it’s just a little relaxant that will help me get through I’ll still see ya next week for the next shipment of what ever the hell the NUSS wants you to deliver to are Plaza” Jim said playing it all off like some joke.
“Man your right I should just learn to trust your judgment your always right and you been doing this plaza job for what coming 10 years?” Mr. Driver spoke with a relieved expression in his tone. “Well any way if I want to see the wife and kids tomorrow I better get going and get this truck parked at the NUSS or I might be in deep shit with the man” Mr. Driver said, closing up the doors to his truck and locking then with the electronic padlock. Then with one last wave not even a turn he leapt from the Concrete stand to the truck ramp his truck was parked in, hopping in and driving off all within reasonable time for this time of night.
March 4th 2932 10 PM
Veleciata (Code Gray Called)
Alagemen Slinked his fat ass out of the car, he was immediately surrounded by younger inexpedient detectives and skinny white ass cops. “What’s the issue who was shot?” Alagemen stated making himself seem to be in control, hell he place looked like a Force Convention going from table to table looking for the next best piece of crap based off another piece of crap that worked just as fine as the last.
“It was officer Peterman,” A young rookie said out of the frail.
“Peterman, fuck” Alagemen said running his fat ass through the crowds of such inexperienced cops and detectives it could seem like a mall at Christmas. Alagemen made it to the front only to stop looking at the dead remains of his former ex-partner they had been in training together. “What happened?” Alagemen said grabbing a rookie by the scruff of his shirt, if the damned dispatcher hadn’t been so dumb ‘all units in the area report’ Hell half the force was in those two areas at any given time due to there quote on quote problems. Hell those places are so safe you’d think a gated community were the slums.
Alagemen let the rookie go, he couldn’t do anything and now he had assaulted a goddamned rookie he’d have a lot of explaining to do.
Mr. Shadow man propped near a tree watching the fray. “HHMM soooo thisss isss myyy next …ooooo Target.” The shadow man Mr. Cannibal, Mr. Happy Joy Eye said in an apparent fit of pleasure. His silhouette blended with the tree he was the tree’s shadow at 10 pm at night. “I can’t wait to eat my fill of this” chuckled Mr. Shadow Man his shiny sharpened teeth gleaning in there splendor as his glasses glistened black, under those sight of red, stared at the event’s
Illegal File #33045745821065
Document Subject: Illegal Eye Augmentation
Illegal Eye Augmentation is a risky business. In the year 2900 they had experimented with the fact that human life is all just cells and cells. Which from are forefathers of Old US knew from their research on this though if that fact and the results hadn’t have been lost in the fire of 2765 then there documentation of it and/or of the law of Copy Righting or Copying Files were not in act then maybe we could have protected are selves.
When the eyes are fixed to see in the dark, or underwater, or for an example for anything that the consumer would like to fit in their environment. It had been a large thing to be able to have parts of the body to fit in with how people would prefer to be. But the first Test Subject in the year 2100 had suffered a disease of the eyes known as MonoSynclopus, which was named after the doctor who had found the Disease Dr. Synclo, With his findings he found messing with the human Genome messing with the cells of the eye you can in fact change it even in older subjects but the long term affects, they were just horrendous.
Side effects of MonoSynclopus
Swelling Red Eye’s
Blood Shot
Puss seeping from bursting of the tissue, in and around eye
And just so many more such as blind ness.
The General Idea of this was good but the effects of the subject were just murder. The original subject had signed the papers and agreed to the terms that it was a very risky situation and might lose his eye’s he agreed.
Subject:0
Name: Gordy Frelling
Age: 20
Birth date: 03-02-2880
Birth town: Mitchochiew, Dysopa
Country: New United States
<Subject under care of Dr.Synclo>
Report By Dr.Synclo
August 1 2900
We injected the eye tissue with a special fluid mixed with DNA and Proteins made by the scientists in the lab the perfect DNA for sight in the dark. Two days after injection the subject showed Miraculas healing rate better then we had originally thought
September 9 2900
Subject has been under are care for almost two months after Injection. His healing is finished but the results worked but the side effects were astronomical. The handlers witnessed he had in a fit of rage and pain drove a spoon into one of the female nurses eye’s screaming, ‘How do it feel’, The nurse will survive we might be able to salvage her eye, and culture it to repair it but the long term effects on the nerve are almost un repairable.
September 20 2900
I haven’t slept for days, I’m so scared in are subjects fit of rage he bit the cheek off one of are handlers and stared at the mirror we were behind, smiling the smile of ‘I know your there and I hope you see this baby’ He smiled before letting the chunk fall out, I’m so scared of what I have done I don’t know what I should do, how I should handle this monster this man made monster. He poses so many problems with the augmentations that it must be the cause of his rage but the red eye effect of the blood staining the white of his eye is just more then I can almost handle. I must find a way to reverse the effects.
December 24 2900
I’ve done all I could, I know writing this will someday be found but I must confess who else will listen. I’ve taken a leap in time I started this project a middle aged healthy man. But the Project has taken so much away I’m only 42 with the look of an almost 80 year old, my hair white from fear, of what I have created and what I have done to rid this problem. It all started in the beginning of December. I was making my rounds carefully, when I came upon Subject 0. He had been quite since we finally managed to actually keep him in the restraints, a pale 20 year old with a seeming blood lust. 6 of my best staff either injured or dead most injured but …no words could ever explain the fear of what I had created. On that night I went into the lab turning off security and opening a single road to freedom, I released the beast to stop the sorrow of my staff, to help them regain themselves..But now I see the errors of my ways. In the days he was free in the public in only this few short times Random People doesn’t matter if they have kin, he seems to be in such a rage that he can’t help himself, I haven’t slept maybe 1 hour a night since then I feel I will either be found out or die alone, either way I’m burning in hell for the errors of my evil ways. So frightened one-man one thing he was the cause and I’m powerless enough to set him free, WHAT….HAVE….I ….DONE?<end journal>
[End Attachment]
As you have read the idea of gene modification has such drastic effects the general public have only been expressed to only things we can control nothing that might cause such an effect that might cause something like this again. Though we have no clue as to the whereabouts of are Subject 0 we can’t tell the public that they might know too much.
Sincerely Chancellor Gracebrooke
P.S. Gregory Micklimet when you have finished reading this I highly suggest you erase all remnants of this. If this were to be found even people such of are caliber will be killed. This is more dangerous then Corrosive Acid a gun be careful old friend.
March 5th 2932 10AM
“Hey Alagemen did you finish the report, I have to send them off to central before Lunch and I don’t want to get a demotion.” A little young short for his age Office Cop said. Office Cop the lowest of the low cop’s they all have to start there but this one, pretending to have something in common with a detective what bullshit.
“I’ll have it done when I have it done today, us higher ups have a lot of work it may not seem it but when you transition from vet. Cop to Detective you gotta be on your toes” Alagemen said through bites of a Juicy greasy burger. Working on that instead of a report, for a punk ass kid and a dead cop.
“Well Mr.Alagemen you don’t have to be some snarfing whore to your burger, we have to make a place for us to like you have, and.. And…FUCK YOU!!!” the Office Cop threw the stack of papers down, leaving Alagemen with his greasy burger and his fat ass in his chair.
“What a wuss” Alagemen said putting down the burger, and picking up a pen, writing something down, he pressed a button on his desk and a voice came through.
“Yes Detective Alagemen?” a young women voice said through the mesh speaker.
“I have something you need to deliver, come here now” Alagemen said looking at the burger now with disdain his early lunch ruined, he dropped it in the trashcan.
A young women wearing a standard issue blue knee length skirt well all the clothes of the an Office Cop or Office Jockey were always blue. Except for an office cop they had a badge and a utility belt to make them feel welcome in their office job. “Yes Detective Alagemen?” the young women said more of a young girl, she had just joined fresh out of the new training program, were they screen everything for knowledge into your mind, and the rest you do muscle augmentation to help your muscles adjust if you were to be a cop, but since she would be an office jockey she didn’t need those augmentation’s which was for the better.
“Take this to Stall 0468 on the second floor in a hurry if he hasn’t already left yet.” Alagemen said through his chubby cheeks. Still wearing his same clothes from last night he wanted sleep.
“Yes Mr. Alagemen” The new Office Jockey said. Alagemen didn’t remember her name, well all the better he hadn’t a care in the world for fresh blood. When she had walked out of the Office she said under breath, “Fat fuck”
In fact nobody really liked Alagemen he was to rough for this newer age, a man of the past well every body in the place had count down Calendar in there minds for when Fat Alagemen would either A. Die of a Heart Attack, B. Clot, C. Shot in the field. D. Retire, or E. Disappear. E was everyone’s hope, nobody wanted to go to a funeral or make a fake face of sadness when finally left, in fact there were even Bets on this list some called it the ‘Bet O’ Alagemen ‘ and people just wanted to see him gone, but he was there best and only experienced damned detective bronzy enough to stay on the force since all those years back about a killer of detectives when one of them was after him, he didn’t know which one and started killing off the big ones though then Alagemen was a rookie and posed not a single threat. A skinny smiling picture of Alagemen can be found on the web if you look in the right places and under each caption of the picture it always says ‘The Assholes of this world always start cute’ hence Alagemen.
March 5th 2132 10PM
Outside NuJema
Hardcore Gabber could be heard, an old music style that was revered as crap. Only few songs are heard from this.
“TURN THAT CRAP OFF!!!” a voice came yelling from under some old monstrous thing. It could have been what the people called a classic, though who knows.
The music turned down slightly, “Fine asshole” a voice came from an upstairs platform, were an older man was working on papers.
“Vat the Fuck is this shit!!!?” a yelling voice came. A man in black stood at the open door, wearing sunglasses.
A man who was recently under a monstrous thing scooted out. “Tony?” he yelled getting up and running over wiping the grease on his coveralls before holding his hand out.
“Nize tu Cee you” Tony said smiling his crooked teeth, and scarred face the sunglasses were better then him and they were those ugly bug eyed ones. Tony kept his hands in his pockets. Then looking at Jacks hand he smirked, “I’ze have zee’s job for you, I’ze need you to kill zis man in two days from tomorrow here’s his schedule” Tony said, turning around “Ze picture is on page two, I’ll contact you the allotted time I’m in a hurry” he said leaving the garage and back into the night disappearing like a puff of smoke.
“What the hell?” Jack said holding the papers Tony had given him. He turned around walking to a desk near the monstrous vehicle, sitting down at the desk he looked through the papers. “So he doesn’t talk to me in a year and expects me to do a job like the old days…damn” Jack said sitting back. He blindly reached into his desk with out looking picking up something black, he stood up walking slowly up the stairs to the second landing were his friend sat working on paper work, while listening to the ancient music.
“Kevin?” Jack spoke in a shaky voice, raising the black object.
Kevin turning around in a zip of his swivel chair stopped short looking at jack then the black object in his hand. “Why?” Kevin spoke before a repeated succession of four small objects struck Kevin in the chest.
“Sorry Kevin” Jack said turning around sorrow in his face he walked down the stairs speedily wanting to get out of there, he walked to the back of the building to a cellar door, opening the door and walking down, turning on the only light down there, a room full of weapons, ID’s and other things all unmarked most covered in dust.