Hello,
That Chapter was the harder to translate; the ones following are easier and a way more interesting.
Keep on reading.
The Creature
- The program is working under its capacities, the exploration and extrapolation system of the memory are in beta-test supervised by engineers in France.
Actually, the only thing we have here and now is the modified animus, in order to enter the virtual world that we built up. The rest is still under construction so that our ancestors can discover...
- All of this looks like a video game to me… Give them a call, I want to know how it is going.
Shaun gave his watch an annoyed look, then shrugged. No-one was refusing a call from the big boss. No matter the hour. The time to escort his boss up to the computer room, he contacted one of his colleagues. Everything was set in two monologues; he installed Mr. Miles on the armchair of the animus, and put the new headphones filled with sensor on his forehead.
He indicated him to place the right hand on the scanner planned for that purpose. An uncluttered system of connection. William closed his eyes and was take in a soft fog which made him feel free, like the third puff of mary-joahna.
The next moment, his eyes flashed open in a very dark place. He walked and listened to the echo of his steps which indicated him several things. That he was in a small room , and that the floor was made of concrete. A small humming came to his ears, then a noise of a cracking joint. And a yawn.
- Hello ! Somebody there?, he yelled.
- Yeah sorry, it's a little bit dark in there for the moment, but this is the only available room, the others are under construction. Surprise ! It is 4 in the morning, nobody available to code the script for a bulb or a candle.
The annoyed voice of a woman rang through the room, seeming to get closer, then to get away. A rustle of cloth indicated him that she must have sat down on the ground.
- I am impress. I am suppose to see you, and I don't. What are you paid for !
No, he was not angry; he was rather derisive and so cynical at the same time.
- If only I was pay, as you say, I shall not need to have a second job to provide for my needs, and so, I could dedicate myself to my Creation.
The feminine voice had answered softly, but William could feel the tension of her jaws in her tone. If her eyes had been guns, and if she had the infra-red vision, he would be dead right now.
- You speak English? They told me you lived in France.
- Yes, but that doesn't mean I am stupid. Fortunately France accepts migrant workers. But here we use an immediate translating program. I speak in my language and you hear it in your. Like that, everybody understands. I like hearing people speaking in English; my translator is on OFF for this language. It is ON for the other dialects. To change your settings, you just have to reach your account on the database of the animus. Our guests, however, will have no choice. Shaun - who co-manages the project with me - and I, made the choice not to code our ancestors more than required. It is banned to modify their capacities and memories. They will never be able to learn ice-skating for example.
- It's only fair. I do reserve myself to have a right of veto. When I can begin the recovery of my old men?
- The release of "MemoCorp" doesn't have any date yet. Let us say between the middle of the next week and next year, in February, 2014.
- I don't have all that time ! Do as quickly as possible.
It was an order, firm and tough. He was ready to do anything to see his son's face again, yes everything, but not to wait. It was like feeling the lack of a drug, he needed it. Need to see that intense look challenging him once more. Hear the sound of his voice. Embrace him. This simple observation made his ardor fail him again. It would be only a replica of his spirit, not his body.
- Explain me how it works. With words I can understand, he specified
-Very well sir. First, the good news : the first assays are very prolific. We have to simplify the program so that it does not encode the living persons on its own will, only the connection allows to enter this world. And you just have to think of the word "disconnection" to return to reality. Here we are dematerialized. I can touch you, you're gonna feel it here, but your physical envelope won't, it will avoid certain physiological inconvenience. Getting upset here will not make you wrinkle outside. On the other hand, the opposite is not true. For the example, when your real bladder will be full, and when your brain will let it to you know, you will automatically be disconnected. In order to keep our covering healthy. Eat - Drink - Sleep. And avoid that our members come here, and spend all their time chatting with their ancestors and reliving their adventures.
-Exactly like an addiction to a video game or to fessebouc*. The plague of our youth , he added
- Next month, every HQ will be equipped with at least a simplified connection device. We take our time to watch the reactions of the servers, avoid overloads, etcetera. We put some security to prevent it, but we still don't know what would happen if it failed and if a person wasn't disconnected during some massive crash of the system. Several rooms are already available, others are coming, according to the suggestions. We think about recreating historical districts into which ones we'll integrate our ancestors; it will avoid the lag of the communication server. And what will be the heart of the city, the communication center, will be completely modern. Abbreviation Central City or La Centrale. This room will be your office. You will automatically come here when you connect. For the decoration, see with Shaun.
Do you need something else, or I can attend to my night-activities? Specifically, SLEEP.
Should he have been the emperor of the galaxy, his answer would have been the same, repressed in his throat, stopped by a breath of surprise arisen suddenly at the sound of the buzzing. She was already disconnected, leaving him alone in the darkness.
- This spitfire does have personality, admitted William as he straightened up.
Anybody shall have been diplomatically unfit after a sleepless night, two hours of sleep, and giving a one hour summary to the great master..
Shaun smile derisively to this obvious fact.
Among all his associates on this project, she was by far the most aggressive - after him of course. A very intelligent woman, an outstanding programmer, with an overflowing imagination, and which did not hesitate to fight to impose its ideas (especially when she was right and when the refusal of others came from their incomprehension). An iron hand in an iron glove. One of these hands which emasculate the weak ones. A female version of Shaun. But less brilliant than him. At least, that is what he thought.
He quickly took back the electrodes which he had placed after the falling asleep of his boss. Medical follow-up was important at this stage of the development. The data would be analyzed by the rest of the team later this week.
- When everything is ready, make sure we have all the required equipment, I want to be the first one to benefit from it and find my son. Good work Shaun.
The man quickly left towards his apartments. Compliment re-hung in a soft heat in the heart of the young programmer. Smile on the lips, Shaun took his cellphone and shared this moment of glory.
" From Shaun Hastings To Patie Lawrence: Thank you. "
*So, this is a so frenchie joke. Facebook sounds like Fessebouc... fesse = ass, bouc = goat
Told you, french joke. ^^
Thanx for reading.
