-Alix, at the time of the news broadcast, was changing out of his security uniform into his normal clothes, however, knowing today was the big day, kept his kevlar vest and a small weapon arsonel under his hooded sweatshirt and normal clothes, the weaponry of which consisted of a knife, his tool, A .44, and somewhere around 80 rounds.He walked into the massive room, behind the machine itself.-
Greg walked into the room with his backpack, gazing in awe at his surroundings. He'd dabbled in a number of subjects, but he couldn't even fathom what principles made these machines run. Switches, monitors, and wires ran everywhere. It looked like something out of a video game. His father couldn't join him, because he was needed in the back to double-check on some preparations for the debut, but then again, Greg guessed as he sat down in a metal folding chair, what exactly would he have helped with? This was at its base merely a product that was being shown to the public- all he was going to do was sit here and watch history unfold, and even if he HAD been here, chances were that most of this equipment was not exactly meant for casual talk. He'd either be bound by confidentiality, or talking so far out of Greg's league that he'd never be able to relate. Well, whatever, Greg thought as he let out a sigh. So long as I'm here, I might as well try to enjoy myself with the demonstration.
The new guests entering the lab were thankfully the last, Dr. Brown was sick of his machine being regarded as a toy for everyone to gaze at, thankfully, the cube which all of the real scientists were seeking refuge, and operating machinery. The cylinder was having the power siphoned off to it, it would be some time before the experiment could begin. One of the scientists whispered at the tired Doctor:
"Steven, they'll want you to talk to them about the machine..."
"Do you think I don't know that?" replied Dr. Brown in a flustered manner, "It was bad enough the investor's forcing us to do a public showcase, but now they want me to hold their hand through the process! Did you see how many crackpots are at the door!?"
"That doesn?t change anything Steven, we have around half an hour before the machine is useable, and we need someone to talk to them!"
"Okay, Okay, I get the point; I'll use the damn microphone..." He approached a console at the front end of the operations cube, and picked up the microphone, he cleared his throat, steadied himself, and pressed the talk button.
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen!" It was eerie to hear his voice echoed throughout the room, it was as if the room had stolen his voice, "It's been very good for you to join us..." He knew that every eye in the entire room was staring at him. "I am proud to be here today to present the public unveiling of the Dimensional Altering Craft of WArped Relativity or, as we have come to fondly know it here as, DACRAW! I'm Dr. Steven Brown, designer, theorist, and project overseer of DACWAR, and for the next few hours you will be watching this magical machine in action!! Let me begin by asking all of you good people, does anyone know the purpose of this machine??
Steven chucled,
"That's right Mr. Bell! Before I continue, I just want to introduce Mr. James Bell to everyone; he's been the representative of the company that helped finance, and supply the majority of our sensitive materials! We've grew to know each other pretty well over the past few years, as he helped utilize the materials to make this project a reality!" A round of applause ensued, "Now, I want to ask a much harder question, tell me, how exactly does this machine work?"
*Alix steps foward, pulling his hood over his eyes, watching as the whole scene unfolds; standing twards the middle, his presence imposing. He stands and silently moves from the room, while still wearing his boots. He goes off and rounds up more ammo, now having somewhere in the area of three hundred rounds at his disposal, he merely wanted to make sure that anyone that tried anything today died.*
Near the back of the room, Nathan Ramsey felt a small twinge of regret as the head of the project, a mister Dr. Brown, asked the audience his next question. Nathan, though a lowly assistant, had heard his boss talk endlessly about the wonderous technology behind this machine. However, technology really 'wasn't his thing'. Each proclamation towards the genius of the machine had drifted through one ear for Nathan, and out the other. In fact, he was only here on a last-minute invitation from his boss. He had limited fascination in the massive device, and barely understood its goal. But who was he to think this? Surely such a colossal project would lead to some good no matter how much Nathan thought of it.
Trying to shrink back against all of the lab coats in his pinstripe suit, Nathan folded his arms and glanced around the room. In such a huge space of so many intellectuals, someone other than him should be able to answer.
"No One? I thought that would stump everyone! The concept of the machine is simple, but the science is not! The project itself has cost the equivalent of all of the Apollo mission's combined. The materials here have been mined, from some of the most desolate places on earth, discovered in regions previously unmapped or even created by our team! The machine itself uses these materials to effectively cut a hole in time, and space, but to do this; we must make all laws of physics void in this-? He pointed at the glass part of the huge cylinder, ?-chamber, to do so, we will have to apply the penultimate part of Einstein?s theory of relativity, a black hole." You could have heard a penny drop after he said that.
"We create a miniature black hole, harmless, and I put emphasis on miniature, and then we exploit the lack of standard laws of physics that causes, thus quickly creating a lack of any laws whatsoever, what is called a singularity. We will then proceed to control the ?Cut? in time and space that is caused, and program an exact code, this will make the Cut be able to appear in a selected period, and place we wish to see, and we use a specially adapted camera and voice input control through the cut, enabling us to see the past. Confusing science, which I believe I have over-simplified here, but impossible, no! Now is their any questions regarding the science behind this??
While he was waiting for a hand to be raised, he turned to a nearby colleague, and asked: ?Have you got any coffee? I?d kill for a pick-me-up!?
?Funny you asked Steve, my coffee boy has been a star lately, so I invited him in here!?
?Really?? Steven leant over to microphone, and asked, ?And will any low-level staff in the test-chamber get me some coffee while I am answering questions??
Nathan had stood perfectly still in keen interest, trying now to absorb every word the doctor said like a studious sponge. When Dr. Brown made his last comment, he nearly choked on air, noticing his boss standing so near the podium. How did I not even see him there?
While other self-important researchers and engineers shuffled with contempt smiles on their faces, Nathan turned, squeezing through the crowd towards the exit, the back of his neck slightly red. Reaching the end of the long room, he help up his ID to the security guard with a small wave- he had passed that same guard many times every day while on the job. He was waved through the thick steel door as chatter began once again from behind him, only to be shut off with the echoing thud of the door.
He finally breathed a long sigh, walking briskly but without straining his legs. The air outside was much cooler and refreshing. Not fresh, as the pumping air-conditioning smelled a bit dusty, but just cool. Continuing down the hall, he turned left at a more casual door labelled quite simply, 'Lounge'. He waved his ID tag against a blank glass screen on the wall beside the door handle, which backlit in a green light in response. He tugged the door open and stepped inside among the modernistic sofas and tables covered in the latest science magazines.
A few tall metal cylinders of steaming coffee sat on a lengthy table to the left, accompanied by plenty of thick, insulated mugs. Taking a mug, he held it beneath the slender tube beneath one of the cylinders and pressed a button on the side. No need to wear the reading glasses tucked into his front pocket- he knew every button by heart, the same way all those scientists probably knew every chemical formula.
As the coffee slowly drained into the mug, Nathan glanced around the room lazily, his eyes falling onto a newspaper on the center table. Doomsday for America? glared the headline, showing a large black and white picture of DACRAW. Outside the large metal door where he had entered earlier this morning, Nathan could only imagine the hoardes of people gathered in anticipation, in fear, and in hope. They didn't know the odds of DACRAW working, in all likelihood. So what made them gather for something they didn't understand?
Perhaps he could ask himself the same question. With a sigh, Nathan turned back to the coffee mug, half full by now. He sighed once more, letting his head droop wearily.
Huzzah for filling a whole post with nothingness! Have fun answering questions, Doc.
-Alix walked back into the room, looking about. He had a total of six-hundred and ten bullets for his .44. In one hand he held a sandwitch, in the other, a large drink. He watched the progress from beneath the hooded sweatshirt, knowing full and well that there were groups out there that wanted nothing more then this whole operation shut down. He scanned the room for anything, however, finding nothing of interest, he continued eating his lunch-
Jaxon picked up a small chair and sat down next to the entrance. He put a crate next to him and rested his arm on it.
Sigh
He just sat there in boredom. Atleast it was better than returning to his empty apartment to greet his cat Joseph. And it was better than spending salary he had not yet earned at the bar, and better yet than risking disease infection with a whore. But then again he would love to go to a stripclub.
He looks at his watch and notices that its the 5th.
Oh, closed for renovation. Then i guess there really isn't anything better to do.
He whispers to himself as he ticks his fingers against the box and watches the scientist on the stage in front of the crowd.
"There cannot possibly be no more questions!" Exclaimed the Scientist into the microphone, "I can take a few more, and then I will have to let you all watch, the machine can be operation able in..." He glanced at a number on nearby computer panel "...7 minutes!"
Nathan glanced at his wristwatch as he strode back to the large main room, steaming mug of coffee in hand. Its multiple faces stared back: one signalling the day, one the month, one the year, and one the exact hour. The demonstration would begin soon, and he had absolutely no idea what to expect.
In not too long, the smaller steel door was open again and he strode through, walking by the side of the room and reaching the stage as the room full of people much technologically smarter than himself discussed and looked at the big machine in awe. Nathan approached the podium, giving a quick nod to his boss, and handed the coffee to Dr Brown.
"Here you go, sir. Good luck," he said, offered with a flash of a smile.
Jaxon grabbed his gun, and out of boredom, he emptied the mag onto the crate, and started counting his ammo.
I guess going home to my shit of an apartment was the right thing to do after all. Well, since i've made it this far, and the crowd out there is probably going to eat me alive for info on what's going on, i might aswell stay.
He whispered to himself, while thinking. five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven...
Actually, the main reason for him staying was the curiosity was eating him alive, and he couldn't wait for that thing to go off.
"Thanks son! I didn't sleep at all last night!" He grabbed the mug, raised it to his mouth, and drank half of it's contents at once, "Well here is the moment of truth! Doctor Servin! Are we ready??" He leaned over to the scientist at the base of the cylinder
"Yes Steven, we are ready!"
"Fantastic!" He leant over to the young coffee boy, "Nathan, Is it? Do you want to stay on the operations center and watch?"
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