Gene starwind stard at the comuter screenin front of him, glancing over at Jim. The boy loved this, he knew. Hacking into some high-paying facility's database, taking the information that they needed.
If only he weren't hacking into files on the Omega Substance.
"Hey, Jim, you sure this is such a good idea? I mean, for all we know this is some group of highly trained assassians. They've probably got major security going on." Gene commented, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"Aww, come on Gene. They're a research facility. Besides, it's part of this new job we've taken on." CAme Jim's reply, a touch of laughter underlying his voice. Great more of everybody thinking he was paranoid and dumb. Well, he had gone to great lengths to make sre that people thought that.
"Wait a minute, job? What job? We have a job? Whose paying us? How much are they paying us? What's the job?" Gene suddenly blurted out, a million thoughts racing through his mind all at once. Why, oh why had he gotten drunk last night? That was obviously when they'd takenon this job ........ he could have stopped that from happening, could gave stopped Jim from looking into this part of his past. But no........ he had to be a stupid, slimy git and go out and party all night long.
"Geez, calm down Gene! A woman contacted us last night. She willing to ten thousand in exchange for some information. It's on this guy -- i haven't been able to find out his name yet, and that's what she wants. Apparently he's the creator of this Omega Substance -- highly volatile, with lots of different uses. We find out his name, we get paid. It's that simple. Everybody else agreed this job would be a piece of cake." Jim glanced up at Gene as he finished talking, hands stilling on the keyboard of his computer as he notice the look plastered on Gene's face.
"Gene?" Jiim whispered quietly, staring at his friend worriedly. The older man looked like he was about ready to vomit. He was pale as a ghost, eyes wide with what looked like ........ fear. What in the world did Gene have to be afraid of? "Gene, what's the matter?"
"nothing, nothing at all Jim. Just ........ you keep working on that, alright?" Gene hurriedly exited the room, almost running away from the younger man. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. If Jim found out that he was the one who had created this ........ what the heck was he supposed to call it? Weapon? Toy? Substance?
Well, it was certaintly no toy, that was for sure. It had killed thousands of people. HE had killed thousands of people.
Gene walked briskly toward the command deck of the Outlaw Star, staring out the viewscreen. A s hip was out there -- their client obviously. What did these people want with him? Revenge? Or was it something more sinister? Did t hey want to know how to control the Omega?
He'd die before he let anybody know that. It did enough damage on it's own, with that damnable intelligence that he'd given it. It was alive, in a strange sort of way. It could think, but not in the way that normal people tought of it. It had no emotion, no purpose. Too late, they'd realise what he'd created, had halted the project. And then it had gotten loose. All thos edeaths ........ that is what it had taken to make him see the folly of his action, to make him understand the true horror of what he had created.
But by then ........ by then it was too late. The damage was already done ........ irreversibly. There was nothing he could, but watch thousands die needlessly. So he left. They let him -- amazingly. But he was warned. Warned never to treturn to this part of space, on fear of death.And yet, here he was, back again. About to face his worst nightmare come true. About to pay for his crimes against life itself.
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Jim Hawking had seen some pretty wierd stuff in his short life. Like a group of wierd-looking men forming themselves into a flying saucer -- with the aid of Tao Magic, of course. But this -- this brought the wierd meter to a whole new level.
Well, it wasn't that this was wierd in the impossible way. It was just -- this was wrong on too many levels to count. Here was this picture of a younger Gene, all smiles and happiness. Happier than he was now, certaintly. That darkness that sometimes clouded over Genes eyes -- it wasn't there, in this younger man's eyes. Lately, it had never left the Gene of present day.
There were video clippings, of Gene at work in this facility. Video clippings that he'd gone to great lengths to ensure were real -- not falisified. Although, why anybody would want to makepeople believe that Gene was a child genius was beyond him.
Bt they weren't falsified. It was really Gene in those videos -- really Gene jumping into those hi-tech conversations with 24-letter words that Jim had never even heard of. And he was supposed to be the smart one here.
Gene had created the Omege substance. Gene had brought about the deaths of thousands of innocent people. Gene had created a rip in the very fabric of time itself. Gene was a mass murderer.
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If only he weren't hacking into files on the Omega Substance.
"Hey, Jim, you sure this is such a good idea? I mean, for all we know this is some group of highly trained assassians. They've probably got major security going on." Gene commented, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"Aww, come on Gene. They're a research facility. Besides, it's part of this new job we've taken on." CAme Jim's reply, a touch of laughter underlying his voice. Great more of everybody thinking he was paranoid and dumb. Well, he had gone to great lengths to make sre that people thought that.
"Wait a minute, job? What job? We have a job? Whose paying us? How much are they paying us? What's the job?" Gene suddenly blurted out, a million thoughts racing through his mind all at once. Why, oh why had he gotten drunk last night? That was obviously when they'd takenon this job ........ he could have stopped that from happening, could gave stopped Jim from looking into this part of his past. But no........ he had to be a stupid, slimy git and go out and party all night long.
"Geez, calm down Gene! A woman contacted us last night. She willing to ten thousand in exchange for some information. It's on this guy -- i haven't been able to find out his name yet, and that's what she wants. Apparently he's the creator of this Omega Substance -- highly volatile, with lots of different uses. We find out his name, we get paid. It's that simple. Everybody else agreed this job would be a piece of cake." Jim glanced up at Gene as he finished talking, hands stilling on the keyboard of his computer as he notice the look plastered on Gene's face.
"Gene?" Jiim whispered quietly, staring at his friend worriedly. The older man looked like he was about ready to vomit. He was pale as a ghost, eyes wide with what looked like ........ fear. What in the world did Gene have to be afraid of? "Gene, what's the matter?"
"nothing, nothing at all Jim. Just ........ you keep working on that, alright?" Gene hurriedly exited the room, almost running away from the younger man. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. If Jim found out that he was the one who had created this ........ what the heck was he supposed to call it? Weapon? Toy? Substance?
Well, it was certaintly no toy, that was for sure. It had killed thousands of people. HE had killed thousands of people.
Gene walked briskly toward the command deck of the Outlaw Star, staring out the viewscreen. A s hip was out there -- their client obviously. What did these people want with him? Revenge? Or was it something more sinister? Did t hey want to know how to control the Omega?
He'd die before he let anybody know that. It did enough damage on it's own, with that damnable intelligence that he'd given it. It was alive, in a strange sort of way. It could think, but not in the way that normal people tought of it. It had no emotion, no purpose. Too late, they'd realise what he'd created, had halted the project. And then it had gotten loose. All thos edeaths ........ that is what it had taken to make him see the folly of his action, to make him understand the true horror of what he had created.
But by then ........ by then it was too late. The damage was already done ........ irreversibly. There was nothing he could, but watch thousands die needlessly. So he left. They let him -- amazingly. But he was warned. Warned never to treturn to this part of space, on fear of death.And yet, here he was, back again. About to face his worst nightmare come true. About to pay for his crimes against life itself.
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Jim Hawking had seen some pretty wierd stuff in his short life. Like a group of wierd-looking men forming themselves into a flying saucer -- with the aid of Tao Magic, of course. But this -- this brought the wierd meter to a whole new level.
Well, it wasn't that this was wierd in the impossible way. It was just -- this was wrong on too many levels to count. Here was this picture of a younger Gene, all smiles and happiness. Happier than he was now, certaintly. That darkness that sometimes clouded over Genes eyes -- it wasn't there, in this younger man's eyes. Lately, it had never left the Gene of present day.
There were video clippings, of Gene at work in this facility. Video clippings that he'd gone to great lengths to ensure were real -- not falisified. Although, why anybody would want to makepeople believe that Gene was a child genius was beyond him.
Bt they weren't falsified. It was really Gene in those videos -- really Gene jumping into those hi-tech conversations with 24-letter words that Jim had never even heard of. And he was supposed to be the smart one here.
Gene had created the Omege substance. Gene had brought about the deaths of thousands of innocent people. Gene had created a rip in the very fabric of time itself. Gene was a mass murderer.
Okay people, here's the deal. You review, i write more. I'm asking for 1 review, that's it. Please? I'll be really good and eat all my vegetables! -- Alyson [depravedsouls@juno.com] [http://aasimar.envy.nu]