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| Tweet Topic Started: May 19 2010, 05:58 PM (202 Views) | |
| Dreamy Ideal | May 19 2010, 05:58 PM Post #1 |
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Altan Holt Compound 83 Mornings were something to love. Altan couldn’t enjoy them where he was though. Staring out of his apartment window as the sun started creeping upwards and turning the black sky orange he found the sight to be ruined by his surroundings. It felt so unnatural to see the rays of light bounce off of so many reflective buildings instead of sinking into trees, hills, and grass. It caused the light pouring into the white haired man’s window to feel just as artificial as the environment around him, and he couldn’t love manmade sun. There were very few things he loved about the age he was born in, where everything was so reliant on technology. Luckily he was approaching his last night in the blasted place, the very last one where he would have to pretend to be enthralled with all of the latest technology designed to destroy humans by making them the laziest and physically unmotivated species on earth. He’d spent years dedicating all of his energy to his job and his other identity and finally it was time to receive payoff. The white haired man reached forward to pull his curtains shut, stopping short when he realized that there weren’t any there to touch. 3 years and he was still making the same little mistake. Thankfully it was only when he was away from the public eyes. “Close.” Gruffly he spoke up, watching as the clear windows went black and blocked out the offending sun from Altan’s apartment. The light flickered on automatically, more bulbs following suit as he moved through the small space towards his room to shower and change. His place was virtually empty, there was only one suit left hanging in the closet and any traces of his presence there were meticulously wiped away as soon as he was dressed, the last few lingering personal items being shoved into his briefcase before he made his way to the front door. Placing his fingers against the spot where a knob would have gone Altan summoned up the elevator, saying a short, unfeeling goodbye to the hated apartment. “Good morning Mr. Holt.” That grossly sweet and synthesized female voice that belonged to the computer running the elevator spoke up as his door swung open and Altan stepped inside the small space. Without a reply he watched his door shut, wrapping both of his hands around the handle of his briefcase as he waited for the moving room to start going down. It took a moment but eventually the elevator starting going with the flow of gravity, taking Altan towards the bottom floor. “Oh, so we’re going to do this again. What do you put in your oatmeal every morning?” Once again the voice of the machine went unacknowledged, that was until the elevator came to a sudden halt and Altan’s cool demeanor was shot to hell as he was thrown up against the door when he lost his balance. “What the--!?” “We’re not going anywhere until you say good morning to me! You’re the only one who doesn’t!” Altan growled, trying to find his feet once again. “Dammit elevator!” “My name isn’t elevator, it’s Samantha! Now acknowledge me! I do you that same courtesy!” “Elevator, go downstairs right now!” “SAMANTHA!!!” It took Altan a half hour to get that damn elevator to cooperate with him, right after she shook him up like a carton of milk and attempted to kill him by throwing her door open between apartments and chuck him into the black space. He got looks in the lobby as he shouted at the homicidal piece of machinery that was retreating like a coward, refusing to point him to her motherboard so they could continue their fight. That was a prime reason he didn’t like machines. They were getting too human. His elevator wasn’t just homicidal, it was emotional, or at least it thought it was. Why make a machine with all of the problems of humanity? Wasn’t the point of all of their inventing to make something perfect? Altan straightened himself up and left the lobby with his head held up high, ignoring the looks of the confused tenants that would realize what he went through when they forgot their morning greetings to their ride to their apartments. He had his business to attend to so he could get out of Compound 83. Just the name of the city made him want to leave at every moment of every day. Nature just had no dignity anymore. But his partner would arrive at the office where he worked undercover at that day, and with him he could finally save the world and then get back home. ((Blah, vague start~ Hope it was good enough dolly)) |
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| prismcircuits | May 19 2010, 11:49 PM Post #2 |
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Songbird~
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((Klevic Tersian )) Klevic loved his life every blessed day the unnatural flaming ball of hydrogen rose to warm the atmosphere and shine its harsh light glitteringly upon the vast, sleek offerings of humanity to their digital creator. He could stand at his balcony forever just starting out at the faintly harsh white glow against the endlessly clean, shining surface of the building right across the way...but there was work to be done. He followed the steady line of his brethren past the relaxation chambers to the conveyor line that would dump them all lovingly outside the building so they could continue their work. It was a special day for Klevic, so special that he said a small prayer to himself as he waited for the expedient transport (the belt) to allow him to complete his journey. "the gracious error of perfection beautiful horrors of mystery our whore, mother and lover gift of providence and famine becoming timeless while being time becoming loveless while being love becoming otherworldly while being the world an actor in the solitude of life the birth of this world dull with brilliance" The man behind Klevic grumbled something about orphans and brainwashing that he conveniently ignored before waving ecstatically at the comforting, sterile red glow of the camera lens as he was propelled past it. By the time he landed in the pile outside of PRAIROS Habitation Center 14 he had fully sorted out all he wished to say at the mandatory all-inclusive religious fair hosted by C83 Public University South. Which is exactly what he said to the express city lift the moment he swiped his PRAIROS Charity Device (PCD) through the reader, and quite clearly despite the warble in his voice at the thought of speaking in front of such a large congregation. The lift slowly came to life and a warm, friendly voice calling himself "arphlex" informed Klevic that he would arrive at C83 Public Universal Offices South in approximately 722 seconds. The young man shook his head as politely as he could and raised his useless human hands to try and press the 'service' button to correct the terrible error he had made, but Arphlex's communication mode had abruptly ended after informing his witless passenger about the time it would take to arrive at his destination and the only noise that could be heard in the small cabin was a jaunty series of beeps situated to sound, perhaps, exotic in nature. So there was nothing that Klevic could do other than sit and play with the end of his mutant forelock idly with one hand while he opened his ID band with a flick of his wrist. [FOLLOWER NUMBER] 8933104139402438103947132 [FOLLOWER NAME] Klevic Tersian [FOLLOWER CLASS] MouseBALL/WWW ALTAR [FOLLOWER ORIGIN] O [FOLLOWER DOB] 10.31.4412 [FOLLOWER SEX] MALE [FOLLOWER HEIGHT] 175 cm [FOLLOWER WEIGHT] 64 kg [FOLLOWER HAIR COLOR] FFFF99 [FOLLOWER EYE COLOR] FFFF00 He ignored the basic information pertaining to him that naturally displayed when he activated his PRAIROS ID band and instead tried to get a message out back to the temple, but the service in the transporter lift was so poor that by the time he'd arrived at the wrong destination, he couldn't get his signal through properly. Such was the life of a poor lower member of the PRAIROS Order, he'd taken his vow of poverty pertaining to all things in favor of the great digital life, which meant all devices granted to him were much lower than your average business man or even state supported university student, or so he'd learned from the school website. And his card refused to allow any further transportation since it was not yet the time for him to leave the university without authorization, and the day would be over by the time Klevic got anything like that. He sighed in frustration at being so difficult to understand in that single moment and cast his eyes toward the towering, crystalline structure of the Public Universal Offices South. Perhaps someone in there would take pity upon his being utterly lost and give him the necessary credits in order to make it to the university. He did so want to speak to the eager, state funded persons about his life and what they could gain by going into the PRAIROS fold. So, now resolved, Klevic headed toward the building, nodding politely at the security drones as their red lasers skimmed over him and procured his information. He half expected to be turned away, this was a government building after all, but the slightly larger one sparked the moment it's laser situated on his ID band and the doors shifted open. Perhaps it approved of his status as a PRAIROS devotee. Klevic didn't care as his goal, the reception screen, was now in sight. ((so Klevy's pretty crazy but I loved writing for him. This future thing and what you set up in your first post was brilliant! I hope my post was alright.)) |
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| Dreamy Ideal | May 21 2010, 06:53 PM Post #3 |
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you can be king
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Saman—the elevator in his apartment successfully threw off any will he had to put his transportation needs in the hands of anything that didn’t come shooting out of a womb at least 2 decades ago so Altan ended up just a little late getting to the Public Universal building that he’d been working at for the past few years. Foot power might be slow but at least he was in control of it all. The universe was doing its best to make sure that Alton wasn’t too late getting to the office building though. Compound 83 had a dense population but the masses that opted against buying a car and taking to the air lanes usually chose to take the moving walkways. Paths that required a person to really work their legs were abandoned, allowing Alton room to run as quickly and wildly as he pleased, only passing by the occasional old lady who caught motion sickness from the motorized sidewalks. He darted past the robots at the entrance, the sensitive machines reading the badge hanging around his chest that bounced up and down with each heavy meeting between his foot and the ground. Altan slid up to the reception screen, taking his first chance that morning to really stop and breathe as a face took over the once gray screen. “Good morning Mr. Holt.” The image of a blonde fair skinned woman greeted him, picking up on his identity after a retina scan it automatically took when a human neared it. “What can I help you with today?” “I made an appointment scheduled for a little later on, but it isn’t in the system as I just made it this morning.” Altan managed to gasp out, watching as the image on screen tipped her head and hummed in what was considered a ‘thought’. “Their Compound ID Number?” “I don’t have that information.” The suited man took a few quiet seconds to fully catch up with his breathing before speaking to the screen again. “He’ll have clearance to get into the building and he should be here soon.” Light gray eyes glanced at the time that was printed across her forehead, finding it to be just a quarter past the hour. “Just instruct the first person here without an appointment up to my office and give him a guest pass.” The office building was very secure, so he didn’t worry at all about the computer screwing up his instructions. “Yes sir, I’ll do that for you, will that be all?” “Yes.” The face of the beautiful woman with a time stamp flickered away just as Altan made his way around a corner and down the hall that revealed itself, getting clearance to the staircase so he could stagger his way to his office and prepare for his ‘appointment’. He didn’t realize the doors of the office building opened again as soon as he got to the stairs, revealing the first person without a scheduled appointment. ((Klevic seems like he’ll be interesting~ and it was fine dolly. Sorry for the delay in reply, I just had issues yesterday @@)) |
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| prismcircuits | May 21 2010, 09:40 PM Post #4 |
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Songbird~
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Klevic was dwarfed by the sheer size of the office building, right on the inside. Architects were deemed too inefficient years ago and, to expedite the manufacturing and functionality of public office spaces they changed over to 'sympathetic' computerized architects that framed buildings based on their purpose with very little attention at all to what may or may not be aesthetically pleasing (and was, in fact, 98% guaranteed to drive an average human batshit in a few short years of endless 18 hour workshifts at a time - that's how they weeded out the weak). But this office building was a bit different from any that Klevic had seen, not that he'd taken a tour, it was just so expansive and empty inside. The entire lobby had a ceiling several floors high with small, glass butterflies suspended from wires from the ceiling, each catching the light and sending a prismatic sparkle down to the cold floor. It was a strange, humorless attempt by some computer to make the environment more tolerable, at least the entryway, and for Kelvic it clearly worked. He was so distracted by the perceived flutter of glass wings (silly humans tended to have their minds play such tricks on them) that he didn't notice the receptionist beckoning toward him till she'd had the chance to go through his entire front profile on his ID band for the entire lobby to hear. "Mr. Tersian? Klevic Tersian? PRAIROS representative? You need to check in over here before Mr. Holt will see you." He started at the sight of a woman's face at the edge of his vision and Klevic smiled in recognition of the fact that she was also a device that was situated to make humans feel more at home. The sight of a humanoid face, even a simulated one, showed such care for the people who worked here. It was quite different at PRAIROS, the computers were computers which was what he'd grown to appreciate. But there was something charming about her false appearance, to think she would want to act human to be polite. "Yes. Er...wait, what are you talking about?" he asked softly, golden eyes narrowing as he lowered his voice upon hearing the tinkling echo that must have gotten to the butterflies themselves as it harshly echoed back in his own ears. "Your appointment with Mr. Holt. Thank you for arriving in a timely manner. You may to see him presently. Please take the temporary ID badge and have a nice day. The lift will take you directly to his corridor." Her screen shut off after a small white card was expelled directly into Klevic's hand. He stood there, mouth open in an attempt to re-inquire, but she was already gone. "Excuse me..." he said, pressing the button that called up her image once more with a small 'biing'. "Yes, Visitor?" It was a done deal, he was registered and no matter how he tried to ask, she'd only refer to him as such and the receptionist gently reminded Klevic that he needed to get to his meeting or else he would be late and the security bot would have to take him back outside since lateness was not tolerated in Public Offices. He finally had to accept this fate as well and Klevic followed the gently lit passage of the floor to a life that opened up directly out of the wall. He pulled the ID badge over his head and leaned back against the wall of the elevator while an old piano tune he may or may not have heard before played over the intercom. The lift doors opened up to the floor in question and this time the wall lit up to point him in the right direction, toward a door at the far end of the hall with the occupant's name written in boring but perfectly legible letters. Klevic guessed he'd be able to ask this Mr. Holt for help, or if he could at least use his computer terminal to check in with his PRAIROS associate in hopes of getting home. He brushed back his somewhat wild hair and knocked once for politeness before the door realized he was there and zoomed open. ((I hope you like him~ )) |
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| Dreamy Ideal | May 24 2010, 03:38 PM Post #5 |
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Compound 83 was a special one. Though built later than a majority of the artificial, computer dependent cities all of the Compounds in their region could trace their roots back to the city. The servers that kept the other compounds up and running were all located in C83, all set up in the same building, the building that Altan was currently situated in. Though things where fine for many years the new government officials realized it was a rather idiotic and dangerous decision to do such a thing and was in the process of spreading out the components of their world’s brain and protecting their beloved nation against unwholesome people with unhealthy thoughts. That was what Altan was there for. Some unhealthy thoughts had already occurred and some terrorists sought to take down the compounds before the move had a chance to be finished up, sometime in the next week. Altan however, a member of a small elite federal team specializing in the protection and defense of their systems, was there to stop them that day. His job was simple: kill the terrorists he’d been roaming undercover with for the past few years. There was also the matter of destroying the virus that they were perfecting, but Altan was inexperienced when it came to working with the computer systems. For that he had a partner, one that was due to arrive soon under the guise of a simple appointment that the agent confirmed at the reception screen. His boss assured him that he would be working with the best and that he would have an appropriate cover to enter with. All he had to do was take down the parties that were involved with the virus—over the years the government developed a real zero tolerance policy for terrorism—and all of the computer business would be left to the other guy. Then he could guide the other through escaping and he could go back home to his humble abode underwater. While he waited for the other’s arrival Altan went about his day as he usually did, stashing away his briefcase and planting himself at his desk in front of the thin computer screen he so hated. Just as he was flicking the machine on he heard a knock, eyes lifting up just in time to see the fixture slide open and the man on the other side. His eyes widened just a bit, fighting with his mouth to hide a small smile and a snicker. Boss was not kidding when she spoke of covers, right off the bat the guy didn’t look like he had a clue about anything official…or about anything. “Come on in.” Altan raised his hand, wiggling his pinky finger in a gesture to come closer. He knew better than to use anymore than that to get anyone’s attention, in his mutant office a movement with his whole hand could very well send a chair flying out of the window. “Boss wasn’t joking about anything…” He was prompt, looked innocent, hopefully he was just as amazing with machines as he was rumored to be. “What’s your name?” |
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| prismcircuits | May 26 2010, 09:06 PM Post #6 |
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Klevic hoped that he'd be recognized by whoever he was seeing on sight. He was wearing his official PRAIROS Functional Religious Robes for his appropriate station within the church. They were all white, a precise shade that would be more visible in darkness (and clean and streamlined, all which were important to the orderly minds of computers) and each garment given by the church also bore an ink signature with each member's particular serial number so that humans wouldn't feel so 'labeled' but computers could still place them. Klevic's rank included a stole over a simple fitted shirt and pants, but all disciples of the exceptional PRIAROS each received a metal necklace that bore the insignia of the denomination. He'd done the numbers on the C83 Central Faithful Registry only last month and they numbered in the millions, so he figured the likelihood of being recognized was much higher since he was all decked out. But either way he'd have to explain it since he was supposed to be speaking to a congregation of compulsively attending college students about how their earnings in future jobs could help contribute to their faith and church for the community of the faithful to be had with PRIAROS. Klevic didn't particularly like actively converting, that wasn't his biggest ambition in life. He assumed that people would find the illuminated digital love of PRIAROS when the time was right and until then they'd consider it an 'idiotic cult centered around the idea of a divine computer' which wasn't the best place for religious negotiations. Klevic was surprised when he saw this 'Altan Holt' or so the nameplate said, upon entering the office. He'd expected a middle-aged man on the verge of trying to get enough synthetic surgery to look twenty years younger, as he was accustomed to anyone with governmental power, who worked in a governmental building without having to list his job description on his door for employees to defer to, would be rather older than the person who was sitting at the desk before him. He was instantly impressed. It didn't take much. "Umm...thank you, Mr. Holt," Klevic said as he shuffled nervously into this clearly high-paid, high-power associate's office. Odd, it almost sounded like this Worker Holt expected him. The follow up comment was even stranger. Klevic sat down on the ergonomically adequate, serious office black chair across from the other man and toyed with the band around his wrist. His eyes immediately moved to the paper-thin holo display that was his computer and he placed it by serial number, date, and maker in his mind. It was a high budget product, and a reliable one. "Huh?" Klevic asked. His head snapped up and his long blonde forelock promptly hit him in the face. He pushed it aside and then laughed nervously. "Klevic Tersian. I apologize, I should have said that the moment I entered. I'm a little lost, you see, and I couldn't think of anything to do other than enter the nearest building. I was just sort of led up here after that." |
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| Dreamy Ideal | May 29 2010, 01:22 AM Post #7 |
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If the guy was playing the same part that Altan thought he was then he was playing it well. The agent was really expecting the other to walk in confidently and throw off his role since they were behind closed doors and a room that he could assume was free of any bugs or unnecessary cameras since a fellow official had been working in it for years but he kept up without fail. His presence screamed that he was nervous and…well, he looked like a doofus. The male wondered what his cover was exactly, since it was rare to see such a man walk into a government building without being escorted by an android with his hands in cuffs. He pressed the pads of his fingers against the keyboard of the computer in front of him, logging in with his false name and ID number so he could get into the network. Normally he would use the voice commands so he didn’t seem so against the idea of using all of the latest advances in the technical world he was trapped in but that day in particular he would benefit from being quiet, at least until all of the plans were set into motion. Altan looked up when the blonde spoke his cover name, nodding his head before glancing back at his computer screen. “It’s fine. I got a name out of you, that’s all that matters.” His name was of little importance, all he needed was something that would get his attention later on in the day. The code name Boss gave him would have worked just as fine as well if names were never exchanged. As the other male spoke on how he was lost Altan turned away from the logo of their company sitting on the computer screen and looked to Klevic once again. “Well I think I can solve that problem for you Mr.Tersian.” He smiled softly, setting an elbow on top of his desk and resting his chin in it, fingers brushing up against the markings carved into the side of his face that was hidden by carefully placed makeup and synthetic flesh. There was still a little time to kill before the building would be properly emptied liked he planned many months in advance so he kept on with the cover in case the ‘receptionist’ downstairs relayed his unscheduled meeting to someone with a natural brain that would want to investigate. “Where exactly were you going…and should I be calling you father?” Altan gestured to Kelvic’s getup with a grin. |
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