Thread: Cloud Nine R&D Station

Lab 352 Dr. Isaac Vomisa danced to blaring Hyperdub Metal a music genre that the kids called the latest pop culture music phenomenon, while the adults called it noise as he worked on his latest project. A mostly finished android lay upon a table, parts strewn about in what would be best described as ordered chaos. The song stopped suddenly, an alarm going off. Isaac stopped what he was doing, putting down an arm. It was now 1130 on the dot, time for a break. He stood up, and walked over to another machine of his creation...a tall box-like device with a platform on top, wired to an interface in the front. Isaac pulled up a screen and pushed a picture on the touch-screen A can of soda. The platform lit up, and strange sounds came from the box portion of the device. A hologram of the selected soda appeared...which solidified into an actual soda! Isaac picked up the newly created can of soda, popped the top and drank as if he'd gotten it from a simple vending machine. His matter conversion device still had a few kinks to work out, but once it was more practical, it would change everything! Having an IQ of 304 and 23 doctorates at the age of 19, Isaac was a rare breed of genius. He had amassed enough grants, awards and prizes that he was guaranteed a lab in Cloud Nine and total freedom to work on whatever projects he desired. A male child's voice spoke over an intercom. Issac? Hi, Seth. Isaac responded, What's the word? Seth, another AI aboard Cloud Nine, was the most advanced of the AI's in the station network, having been programmed by Isaac himself. You told me to tell you when that cat lady arrived. Isaac grinned, excited. He had heard about the Cat Girl, and was fascinated to no end by her shroud of mystery surrounding her! Upon hearing about her impending arrival to C9, he asked Seth to notify him of her arrival. Draining his soda and tossing the can into a receptacle, he quickly made his way to Lab 76. Once there, he walked in nonchalantly past the guards, having called ahead on his Mobile. When he saw the girl in the flesh, he couldn't contain his smile. Doctor Vomisa! A middle-aged man spoke, walking up to him. The man appeared to be in his 30's, of Indian descent. I'm Doctor Kajal. It is an honor and a pleasure to meet you! Both are all mine, sir! Isaac replied, shaking the Doctor 's proffered hand, then gazing through the glass into the room where the cat girl was being kept. Is that her? Isaac asked, Amazing... Doctor Kajal nodded. We won't actually start testing until tomorrow. She's been on a long trip to get here, after all. Today, we're just observing. Fine by me. Isaac said. He was convinced he could watch her all day. ------------------------------- LAB 188 Oscar made an expression of mock hurt. Diseased mind? And here I thought we were friends. His smile returned. Rest assured, I know exactly what I'm doing, and soon, so will you. You see, you've been chosen...as I have. He knelt beside Nathan. Their species never had any name, really...what does a name matter as far as survival is concerned? Still, we've agreed on the title Phoboids. The individual creature is Deimos. He stood up an removed his lab coat. It was stronger than I gave it credit for. It woke from the anesthetic before I could finish taking samples. I tried to get rid of whatever it did to me, like you no doubt want to do, I'm sure But later, I came to realize that this creature, like all lifeforms, simply seek to grow, evolve...and propagate. At Nathan's look of horror, Oscar chuckled. No, no, not you! Though Deimos was...curious about it for a moment. No, my friend, these lovely ladies here... He motioned to the women, Will be playing that role quite soon. He unbuttoned and removed his shirt next, We, on the other hand...will represent evolution. Oscar knelt down next to Dr. Lovecraft once more, showing him his arm. Something...very unfamiliar moved he means rippled beneath the skin and muscles. The same effect occurred in his bared midsection and chest. I'm almost there... He mused, Another few hours should do it, I think...then you'll see me...and what you'll become...in it's full glory. You'll understand when your change begins. ----------------------------------------- Lab 205 Affirmative, Captain Young. Lockdown for Laboratory 205 released. I must also report that neither security nor medical personel sent to Lab 204 have given status reports or replied to communication attempts. Tia gasped. She knew that Greg was on duty at Dr. Lovecraft's lab and was worried when the lockdown was initiated, but she had pushed it to the back of her mind to focus on addressing the situation at hand. Jacob's report brought her fears for Greg's well being roaring back. Fred was silent for a moment, then a sound went off on his mobile device. He looked at the notification, and smiled. Hey, Chris, I might be able to help you out here. He showed her the message he got. The grav sliders for the Temporal Camera are finally on their way...and this baby's overdue for a field test. If something's wrong, the camera will tell you exactly what happened and save you hours of investigation! You only need me to work the thing...whaddaya say? Shocked, Tia spoke up, Are you serious?? You can't do that! Fred explained, The faster they know what happened, the better, you know that, Doc! Tia fumed a moment, then said, At least let me come with you! Fred replied, Doc, it only takes one of us, and security'll have enough of a distraction just watchin' out for me. Tia continued, her emotions rising. Then let me go instead! I can't let you do this by yourself! And Greg's at that lab! I need to... Fred lightly gripped his friend's shoulders, speaking in a calm, level voice, Doc...it'll be okay. If Greg were here, he'd tell you to stay outta danger. I'll be fine, and Greg's gonna be fine too...you'll see. Fred sighed, then added, Besides, you know I can take care of myself, right? I'm from the Bronx! Fuggedaboudit! Bring it on! In spite of herself, Tia tried not to laugh at Fred's bravado. Just...If Chris lets you do this, just be careful, okay? You, her, everybody...please? Fred smiled. Cross my heart, Doc. With that, he turned back to Chris. So? You, me, the TC, and a shit-ton o' guards...we got a date or what?