"Anywhere, just don't bump into anything!" He leaned over to the microphone, ?Ladies and Gentlemen, you are about to witness a moment, that will change the course of history!? Dr. Brown positioned himself at the master console, and ran though the requirements. ?Chamber vacuum??
?Online!? Shouted the aforementioned Dr. Servin
?Material readiness??
?Online!? cried a scientist at a non-descript console.
?Container Durability??
?Primed!? shouted one at a terminal with a huge amount of numbers.
?Standard safety protocols enabled, power levels at needed level, primary phasers, Online!? Dr. Brown pushed a button on his terminal, the room roared, louder, and grander than any lion could ever accomplish, the water beneath the glass floor began to steam, and then, at the glass part of the cylinder, a flash of blue light, brighter, greater, and much more beautiful than that that any star could aspire to. The crowd clapped their hands as they saw a blue orb at the point all of the metals met at the centre of the cylinder. Steven cried triumphantly; ?We have a black hole!? Anyone close to him at the time may have seen the tear run down his face, but it was still steadied, and he shouted, ?Right, feed the necessary data into the computer console! I want that done in the next 2 minutes, we do not know how long DACWAR shall be operational at these levels!?
So the special code was sent to the numerous virtual checkpoints it had to pass, but, it was only halfway fed, when something happened. Maybe that thing had not happened if a security guard had not gave up the code to the blast doors the night before in a drunken frenzy. Or if the guards at the door had locked down the complex if the hadn?t slacked off. But unfortunately, this did happen, what happened? The huge blast doors into building 6a opened up. The doors were heard even while the machinery was operating. Even more hear able were the fifty heavily people who came in, who had a M1 Carbine per person. But what definitely was hear able was the single man with a shaved head at the front of this new party screaming:
?Everyone get down on the motherfucking ground!!?
?Online!? Shouted the aforementioned Dr. Servin
?Material readiness??
?Online!? cried a scientist at a non-descript console.
?Container Durability??
?Primed!? shouted one at a terminal with a huge amount of numbers.
?Standard safety protocols enabled, power levels at needed level, primary phasers, Online!? Dr. Brown pushed a button on his terminal, the room roared, louder, and grander than any lion could ever accomplish, the water beneath the glass floor began to steam, and then, at the glass part of the cylinder, a flash of blue light, brighter, greater, and much more beautiful than that that any star could aspire to. The crowd clapped their hands as they saw a blue orb at the point all of the metals met at the centre of the cylinder. Steven cried triumphantly; ?We have a black hole!? Anyone close to him at the time may have seen the tear run down his face, but it was still steadied, and he shouted, ?Right, feed the necessary data into the computer console! I want that done in the next 2 minutes, we do not know how long DACWAR shall be operational at these levels!?
So the special code was sent to the numerous virtual checkpoints it had to pass, but, it was only halfway fed, when something happened. Maybe that thing had not happened if a security guard had not gave up the code to the blast doors the night before in a drunken frenzy. Or if the guards at the door had locked down the complex if the hadn?t slacked off. But unfortunately, this did happen, what happened? The huge blast doors into building 6a opened up. The doors were heard even while the machinery was operating. Even more hear able were the fifty heavily people who came in, who had a M1 Carbine per person. But what definitely was hear able was the single man with a shaved head at the front of this new party screaming:
?Everyone get down on the motherfucking ground!!?
