Thread: Conway Robotic Tech.

Info OOC-- must read Time had been lost within those few worthless, pointless moments. Reality seemed to constrict her, twisting and wringing out her soul like a hand towel. Last night she experienced something she never imagined she would. There was a major car accident on the freeway, the driver of the car died on impact but the passenger.... Danny fought death, it was a battle she did not win. The injuries were to great, to much blood loss and despite the advancement in the hospital's equipment and her skill, she could not beat death. Several of her trauma nurses took this day off, the hectic evening was to much for some of them. Last night was the first time they ever had anything like that, sure they had people die but nothing compared to this. She wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror and stared at her tired face, dark circles under her eyes. Life somewhat dissolved, her skin not lustful, her eyes dull. The day would have to go on still, as did life around her, she could dwell on it, recap, attempt to find a mistake, that one percent chance. She'd go mad if she did however and that was not her. Mo hung from the corner of the mirror observing her. He had been fascinated with the shape of lizards these past few days, her utter favorite. She cringed inwardly when he tilted his large bubble head, shaped similar to that of a gecko, with huge bulging glassy silver eyes. He never took on the color, of anything he took shape of, whatever the reason was. He stayed his metallic sheen, the layer of his mechanical exoskeleton glistened but it was not from shine. The micro nanites continuously moved, wave after wave. Danny dressed for work and on her way out of the small apartment located in the well, she stopped to eye Mo. I hate lizards. The door would slid shut and lock and she was on her way. The hallways of the well, in the housing areas, are white, covered with a sheen of LED lights, occasionally along the walls mock sceneries of the outside world flickered up and went through a variation of places around the globe. The elevators were a theater of its own, from top to bottom displays of the wilderness played while you rode it. Studies had shown by CRT's psychiatrist these images and movies were soothing to the corporation's employees. As she exited into the main lobby, she was bombarded. It was a usual routine these days, her father Alexander Conway was less hands on, allowing his top scientists more free range in the labs. Her siblings were less of help, they too were going to the extremes on experiments and some of the lower employees were coming to standstills in their projects. Three frail, somewhat stinky men in lab coats waved clipboards of information in her face, begging for her to look at them. She was agitated and truly in no mood. They expressed their concerns, two of her siblings had gone missing and they were needed to sign off on new weapon testing. Another of her siblings refused to let anyone into his lab and refused to leave. She imagined the entirety of her family has just gone insane. I'll look at it later. Take the day off. She waved her hand dismissively in the air, she pretended she was swatting away three nasty little flies. Her lack of concern caused all three men to turn green, it was almost like she told them they were fired. Excusing herself from them she walked to the enormous glass doors, the main entrance into Conway robotic technologies and weapon designs. The lobby was similar to the portrayed heavens of the Greek gods. Massive pillars stretched up to the curved ceiling, the ceiling which was painted with a God like mural. Hidden lights mimicked the bright sunny days outside, playing in the background of the orchestral music specially composed for the Conway corporation, played sounds of singing birds, the sound of wind through trees and so on. The lady at the desk always smiled, always said hello. She was redheaded, plump and pretty. She always wore 50's styled office clothing, her long hair always in a perfect bun. Yet she was nothing compared to the marvelous granite desk she sat at, handcrafted with etched details of the very naked Greek Gods. Surrounding the lobby of course was security. Retired military, ex CIA, ex cops and even Conway personally trained. They never interacted, never smiled, never moved their eyes, dress them in togas and they'd be statues. Above the doors a pale blue light flickered, it scanned her and the doors would extend out. Outside of the doors two men, dressed in military attire but Conway labeled. These men were trained in the military like program the Conway corporation held. They join up at the age of 18 and the corporation owns them until their contracts expire. The hot rays of sunlight beat down through the clouds, it was nearly 95 degrees at only seven o'clock but that was pretty normal for the desert. Built around CRT was a small city and further out into the blazing wasteland was a small Army base. The city was modeled after Las Vegas except no casinos or prostitutes. Danny walked to her hospital every day that she worked. Her father built it only a few blocks down from his corporation. He built it because she refused to work for him, she refused to do what her siblings did. She did not believe in what her father was doing with his business. The majority of her patients were treated for free at her fathers expense but he never put a stop to it. He was the richest man in the world, she hardly dented his bank account. Even though she attempted to do so many times through her hospital. Conway robotic technologies, is the only corporation of its kind to house its employees in lavished apartment homes within the facility. From the outside the building appears as just an average sky scrapper. Past the office rooms within is a foundation called the Well. Incase of any disaster or emergency the inner three wells retract and lower into the ground leaving just the outer shell of the building. The first layer of the well is the housing, the second layer are technical labs, the third layer is the biochemical labs. However it continues, there are lower levels underneath the building. One level is strictly for weapons testing, the walls are over three football fields high. The levels underneath the testing floor are top clearance only, there the secret testing takes place. Of course the corporation does test its weaponry outside, above ground but it is rare. The main lobby is accessible by outsiders, however either a visitor pass is given for permission to the inner levels and they are escorted by Conway security the entire time. No one without top clearance is allowed into the underground levels. Danny turned and looked up to the sky, standing just on the curb before the parking lot. The wind blew, hot, filled with tiny bits of sand. Short strands of her blond hair blew across her nose, the pastel pink hints more noticeable in the sun. She almost didn't want to go into the hospital today. Enough hesitation she thought, its done and over with. She faced the building, her last name plastered across the main doors in glowing blue letters. Conway. The day would be uneventful, she would make her rounds check up on her patients, fix temperamental machinery, counsel her employees dealing with stubborn patients. She'd spend some time in the children's ward, do paper work, make her rounds again and so on for nearly twelve hours. She wouldn't stop, she didn't take a break, if she stopped she'd start to think, to go over last nights loss and she didn't want to do that. Festering hot day faded into a simmering hot night and calm overtook her hospital. Patients were sleeping, the ER was quiet and dull. She sat in her office staring at the computer screen. Documents after documents. There was an emptiness, she felt as if she has been walking into a wall the past several months. The more she thought about it, it really wasn't a wall at all but bottom. Laughter echoed in the hall, nurses giggling, it was the end of a shift and another one soon to start. They walked passed her office. Danny stared at her door, their laughs igniting the dull quiet with a sense of joy. She didn't have any friends in the work place after all that wouldn't be very professional, she did however have a few colleagues from CRT only because she had helped them on one of her fathers projects. Truly she didn't know what to do with herself. Her emotions were on high, her fuse short and she didn't really have a means to vent. She had heard from gossip around the hospital a night club in town was hosting some band or really famous DJ,honestly she didn't know which but everybody who is everybody is going, apparently. It was an idea. The club opens at 10pm.