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| Topic Started: Feb 21 2008, 04:45 PM (1,617 Views) | |
| ~Earthflame~ | Feb 21 2008, 04:45 PM Post #1 |
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Machine Intelligence
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And so, Things begin. The world glistens in the eye of the sun, a blue green gem of life and beauty. Within this flower, we live our lives. But some have become curious, and began to lift leaf and stare though petal, trying to find the secret of this delicate flowers heart. But, this is of no immediate concern to us. Instead, let us focus on a medium sized city, Nestled amongst the hills and rivers of America, luscious forests and long roads stretching away from it in all directions. Despite its location, slightly out from the main stream, it is a well developed city, with a population of just over seven hundred and fifty thousand people and a good assortment of shops, malls and entertainment centers. These cater both to the residents of this fair city, and to the students and teachers of the local university, which, although not in the big leagues, is fairly respectable and provides a good degree of learning opportunities for those who seek knowledge within its walls. And again, let us focus on White Angels Mall, the great marble figure at its center welcoming people to a place of social contact and consumerist fervour. As the largest mall in the city, it enjoys something of a privileged position, with its halls continually filled with people on any day of the week. Named for the small but ornate White Angels Church, a much more recent construction than its ancient styled walls and sculptures would admit (In fact, only seventeen years older than the mall), it dominates the areas skyline at eight stories tall, and stretches out in all directions, its continuous extensions almost like spiders legs, reaching into the older parts of town. At least, that’s how some indignant local residents would describe it. A very modern styled buildings, from the outside it is difficult to see a hard edge, instead its white walls and silver windows all curved or smoothed to some degree. This theme continues inside, with silver glass and railings and white walls and floors the standard fare. Kept spotless by a large but faceless team of white uniformed janitors, as young and content people stroll along. A sunny Saturday afternoon in the height of a new spring is the perfect day to be in the mall. Some shop, searching high and low for the right item and price, while others simply breeze by, enjoying merely the act of observation. Some wander in company, together assessing and critiquing the extant merchandise, while others stride purposeful and alone, fully in control of their own destiny and thought. Some wait outside the entertainment venues, the cinema and theatre to name but a couple, to purchase tickets or enter in to view a new interpretation of another reality, while others toil behind stalls or desks, ringing up items and scowling at the harsh nature of reality, that on such a nice and lovely day they were stuck in a building, the glow of the halogen lamps illuminating the constructed reality around them. And then focus further. Focus on five individuals within the crowd, each going about their daily business, more or less usually. Each may be troubled by concerns or elated by joys, but these will not matter for very long. In a time so short each of them will think it unreal, things will change in a way that they, currently, could not even understand. These few who, in a time less than the blink of a gods eye, will be facing the Afterworld. |
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| ~Qualanx~ | Feb 21 2008, 07:18 PM Post #2 |
The Ignored
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(OOC: It's only short because I'm the first one in.) Stupid Loki. Those were the two words seemingly engraved in Nancelle Trupitsky's mind. Her brother Loki had ran off somewhere, probably gone to go look at the newest gaming system, or that stupid new toy he thought was "uber cool". Stupid, stupid Loki. Nancelle was sitting on the edge of one of many fountains in the White Angels Mall. She had been sitting there for about fifteen minutes, which was twelve minutes longer than the time Loki promised he'd be back in. With nothing else to do she simply watched the people who walked by, occaisionally looking at her, their attention being drawn to her bare feet, and then her metallic green toenails. But nobody stopped to say anything to her. They all just walked on, busy with whatever goals they had for the day. Loki still wasn't back yet, but Nancelle wasn't worried. Maybe the little bugger finally hid something from the wrong person and is about to learn his lesson? She thought. She knew she wouldn't get in trouble. Loki hid everyone's things as a long-lived practical joke. If he got beaten up by someone while Nancelle was around, Nancelle could just say that Loki stole something from that person and hid it somewhere, which was normally a valid event. She wouldn't get in trouble because Loki's habitual stealing of valuables had gotten him in trouble countless times. But, with Loki still being God knows where, Nancelle had absolutely nothing to do. She sat herself down against the wall of the fountain and put her feet up on her bag. |
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Feb 21 2008, 07:57 PM Post #3 |
I Fly!
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I'm starting to wonder why we moved here... Mike Baker sighed and stared skyward. Here he was, a pawn of some grander scheme, left to gather dust in the proverbial closet. As he lay on the edge of a fountain in the mall, his mind began to wander. he was back in the game... Mike Baker was oblivious to the world around him, immersed in a vivid daydream. In his mind, he, as his character, a powerful Draenei shaman, cleaved his axe through demons like they nothing more than paper and then... and then... and then he was deep underwater? Mike spluttered back into reality. it took him a few seconds to notice that he was soaked to his skin, lying IN the fountain rather than NEXT to it. Sitting upright quickly, he looked around blearily, just in time to catch sight of a pair of older, burly males walking away laughing their heads off. In his mind, the demons were suddenly replaced by those two 13th graders, both of them receiving a bolt of lightning to the face. Pulling himself out of the water, he grumbled uner his breath and sat hunched on the edge of the fountain, silently fuming. He seemed to have forgotten that he was completely soaked. Really, really starting to wonder... Edited by Bloody Pom, Feb 21 2008, 07:59 PM.
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"A battle for supremacy against many foes is a battle of the best kind. There are few considerations, only those concerning where to place your next shot. It is war in its purest form." - Commander Karziel, Ultramarines 5th Company  
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| ~Qualanx~ | Feb 21 2008, 08:13 PM Post #4 |
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The Ignored
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Nancelle must've been sleeping. The last thing she remembered was that one of the people in the mall had randomly began to dance and turn purple. Following that the fountain turned to dust and plants began to overgrow the mall. She slowly woke back up, focusing blankly on a vent on the other side of the hall. Her focus then slid to her metallic green toenails, and began debating whether that metallic, lime green was such a good idea after all. She seemed to be getting more looks than usual. She then contemplated things such as when exactly that red haired boy had appeared at the fountain. He probably got there in while I was sleeping. Nancelle thought. One thing about her dream that troubled her the most was the fact that plants had grown amazingly fast and in a myriad of different forms, invading the halls of the mall, yet nobody noticed. One of the orchids even said hello to a random passerby, if she recalled correctly. She had no idea how long had passed. 30 minutes? An hour? Loki still wasn't back yet and she'd almost given up hope. Her thoughts were interrupted when there was a splash from the other side of the fountain. Normally Nancelle wouldn't care because she saw some babies in the fountain playing earlier, but this sounded much bigger than a baby. She got up and saw a soaked redhead boy sitting at the edge of the fountain. He didn't look like a happy camper at the moment, looking after two big burly guys, one of which winked at her. She shot back a fairly nasty glare and pondered whether or not she should walk over to the soaked guy. |
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| ~Earthflame~ | Feb 21 2008, 08:26 PM Post #5 |
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Machine Intelligence
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A little away from Nancelle and Mike, in an open area of the Mall, a few screens are being set up, along with some information boards about some new scientific project. Its hard to see anything at a distance, and the crowd surrounding it block everything, though a flash of a diagram or bit of text is visible every now and again. What does come through is some of the sound, which is quite quiet, but relatively easy to hear in part. "This is Vanessa Williams, doing a special scientific news report. Today, at the international conference of new energy sources for the coming century. Rumour has it that a secret project, a cooperative between the USA and the European Union and overseen by the United Nations, and hoped by many to prove an even more effective option than Hydrogen Fusion. I'll be monitoring the proceedings as they come" There's a thickness in the air. Its strange, almost intangible, but everyone seems a little big anxious. Nothing major or noticeable- maybe not even to the people themselves. But it occurs. twitches, sudden moments of fear flashing across peoples faces, or moments of distraction while doing the simplest things. Even the people looking out the windows have strange, almost forlorn expressions, as if their looking at the world for the last time. All this is subtle effects, but to someone in an good position and an observant mood, could prove interesing |
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| ~Qualanx~ | Feb 21 2008, 08:52 PM Post #6 |
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Nancelle sat back down. She didn't feel like talking to someone who just fell in a fountain because they'd probably emit an aura of unpleasantness. So she sat back down and put her feet back up on her bag, and continued to watch the people. But something was different. A few able-bodied people would stumble now and then, and a lady had a look of complete and total fear for a fraction of a second. At first she thought nothing was wrong, until she saw more unnerved and distracted people. They just started appearing at about the time she heard Vanessa Williams' voice over the drone of all of the people. The air felt heavier to her, so she decided to get up and go for a walk. After walking for a distance she saw the screens, and something about a new form of energy that was more effective than hydrogen fusion. Hydrogen Fusion had been in use for quite some time and hadn't really shown many negative effects. Why scientists seemed to hint at replacing it was beyond the still half-asleep Nancelle, who plodded along against the stream of people. Eventually she decided to go back to the fountain, wondering if Loki had finally found his way back. She wandered back and an anxious looking man practically stomped on her toes, causing her to yelp so loudly that almost everyone in the massive hall could hear her. Apparently she broke the anxious man out of his trancelike march and he instantly began apologizing. "I-it's fine... I should be okay. I wouldn't worry if I were you; you only painfully dislocated it," Nancelle stammered, trying to keep back tears. This man had pretty much stomped on her foot with the force required to break a rather large block of ice. At least that's what it felt like to Nancelle. She sat back down by the fountain, waiting for Loki, who, surprise surprise, never actually came back in the time she had left. Nancelle then decided to either fall back asleep, or go see what exactly might be causing everyone to act so weird. She got up, looked back at the soaked guy, and got her bag. She decided to go check the store that Loki promised he'd be back from in three minutes (about two hours prior) but found no trace of him. Nancelle finally gave up, walked back over to the fountain and decided to try to strike up a conversation with that guy who fell in. "So... I heard you fall. What happened?" That was all Nancelle bothered to say as she sat down next to him. |
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Feb 21 2008, 10:45 PM Post #7 |
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I Fly!
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Mike was listening to the commotion over where they were setting up some screens, seeming to have completely forgotten that he was soaked through. That was often the case with him, he'd fix his attenyion on one thing and become oblivious to everything around him. "More powerful than hydrogen fusion... like we need any more power..." he mumbled to himself, before he froze. Shuddering visibly, he looked around. That couldn't have been the water that chilled him. It felt like someone had dumped a bag of icecubes down the back of his shirt. "That's a nasty draught. They should close the window or something..." Little did he realise that it wasn't the wind chilling him. He looked up at the yelp, and sighed, rolling his eyes. He'd seen that girl milling around for a while now, in and out of college, but he'd never actually met her. And he thought HIS hair was nuts... He blinked and groaned silently to himself when she came over to him. He'd never been much of a conversationist, especially with girls. "So... I heard you fall. What happened?" He seemed to realise that he was soaked again. "OH, right... to be honest, I'm not sure myself. I was too busy daydreaming to notice some goon was shoving me into the fountain..." replied Mike, sighing and looking at himself. Well... this was awkward. |
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| ~Qualanx~ | Feb 21 2008, 11:13 PM Post #8 |
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The Ignored
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"OH, right... to be honest, I'm not sure myself. I was too busy daydreaming to notice some goon was shoving me into the fountain..." The boy said. Nancelle looked off into the crowd. "I saw some big creeps wandering around here. There were two, right?" Nancelle drawled, obviously tired. "The uglier one winked at me," she said as she stood up. Nancelle's avocado-green hair caught a ray of sunlight and shone a bright, almost neon green. She picked up her bag and sat back down next to the boy. "I almost forgot... What's your name? My name's Nancelle... I'm 'waiting' for my brother to get back from wherever it is that he went... I wouldn't be surprised if he ran off and died. I'd be glad..." Nancelle whispered in a barely audible voice over the roar of the crowd. Nancelle told the boy how her brother Loki had run off to wherever about two hours before and still hadn't returned. Following this she complained about the fact that she hasn't seen any of her shoes or socks in several years, and that she nearly stepped on a staple in the parking lot. After dumping her woes on the boy she just sat there, looking off into the crowd, nary a thought crossing her tired mind. "Where do you think the little buzzard could've run off to? The last time I heard him say anything he said he'd be in that one toy store down there but I doubt it because he usually only takes an hour to look. But then again he may have wandered off somewhere else... I thought I saw him outside, actually," Nancelle took a bottle of soda out of her backpack, unscrewed the cap, and took a large swig of it, making it about a third empty. (OOC: ...I post alot, don't I...) |
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| ~Earthflame~ | Feb 21 2008, 11:23 PM Post #9 |
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Machine Intelligence
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The crowd around the screens has grown larger, the core of interested parties augmented by random passers by, attracted by the sights and sounds. the reporters voice is even more difficult to hear, but some gets through "And we have just recieved a press release stating that, not only will they be revealing the details of the new energy source today, the latest tests and possibly a full demonstration will be offered. This is beyond anything we hoped for. We'll keep covering this story as it unfolds. A tentative name, leaked by several scientists for this new energy is "The core project". We can only guess what this means, but we now switch over to doctor Marvin Chambers, in our manhattan studio, to give us some theories" What follows is a stream of inane and pointless technobabble. Outside, traffic on the roads starts to diminish. Not noticeably at first, the flow of traffic simply reduces. people park their cars and get out, and walk home. Likewise, the mall starts to become less crowded. Not empty by any means- you still can't move about without accidentally bumping into someone, but people seem to slowly be siphoned away. Edited by Earthflame, Feb 22 2008, 09:47 AM.
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| ~Pie Boy~ | Feb 22 2008, 12:36 AM Post #10 |
Don't Blink.
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Half an hour left. Half an hour left. Half an hour left. It had become Alex's mantra as he half-slept in the uncomfortable desk chair, watching potential customers mill around through half-closed eyes. The job could only be described as banal. He really might as well be a computer: mall security would catch anyone who stole anything, and he got asked for help maybe once a week if he was lucky. Usually he did homework in his absurd amount of free time. He was all done by now, so he was just sitting, his folded-up laptop on the ground by his feet, folded up because he had done absolutely everything that could possibly keep him entertained on it. His book, worn and finished, lay on the ground next to it. He was so goddamn bored. In half an hour, he was going to go back home to his dorm, and he'd be free for the rest of the afternoon, but until then (and the minutes were like weeks) he was trapped. Outside the store, he saw two large middle-schoolers (probably his age, actually) shove a skinnier kid into the fountain. His immediate reaction was to laugh at the skinny kid in schadenfreude, but as he became a little more conscious the feeling subsided, to be replaced by contempt and annoyance at the two jackasses who had decided to ruin the day for somebody they'd never meet again day to satisfy some primal urge for a pecking order. He disgustedly turned away in his chair. When it wasn't boring, it was disgusting. He hated the mall. He looked back at the clock. Twenty-nine minutes left. |
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