Ch. 15
Born To Kill
Forces of pure destruction have always contained some sickening, hauntingly beautiful quality. It is as if the purity that these forces contain are transcendent of the normals questions of our reality. They destroy not out of cruelty or malice, nor do they destroy out of comparison or hope. They do it because it is their nature to do it. On every battle felid, in every storm, in ever virus, they is a beauty that is all to illusive...
This sickening purity has it's consequences. For what is more simple or cruel then forces of nature?
Born to kill, a horrific phrase, painting on the helmets of men sent to die for a Nobel cause, long scene forgotten. What DOATec had given birth to, needed no cause, it needed no cause. It needed no purpose, it was as soulless and as pure as a raging hurican...
1:23 A.M. ( St. Raymond island, 30 floors underground)
" Look at it's brain waves, they keep increasing! These readings hardly seem possible."
" I know, it shouldn't be awakening, it has 2 days left, yet it's, coming alive"
" That's not possible, it can't will itself into life! We have to activate it."
" Regardless, it seems to be doing just that, causing itself to exist. In effect, causing it's own birth."
" Yes, but we have installed none of the safe guards we meant to, if it is freed now, we won't have control."
" Perhaps life, can't be controlled..... Sound the alream, commence lock down. Wake Dovana. Get all non- essenchal personal out of here. And hope we can stop it..."
2:23 AM
" Damn it, it keeps gaining strength" This was Donovan voice, the room that was empty, accept for the 2 Dr. on late shift, was now a bustle of activity. In the back round was heard communications on several frequence. There was no longer the pristine military order that had once prevailed, the lab had descended into near chaos. Everyone on the research team was trying to reason out what happened, it shouldn't be ready for two days. " Keep the E.C. field stable, that's all that's suppressing it's telecentict powers."
" Sir, compelling four and seven are going critical, we won't be able to keep the field magnitude up for much longer."
" Why the fuck not!"
" Dr., we are already at 300% normal output."
" No.. Oh god no... That can't be right, there no fucking way that can be right.... Not even in our wildest dreams... Recalibrate the sensors, there has to be a malfunction.. 300%, how many atm that?"
" 5000 atm per cubic centimeter."
" Not possible..." Davona was no longer the clam, controlling, systematic man he once was, he was now hysterical. He had spent his whole life gathering power, trying to gain more. He had realized that it had always been science, not politics, that had true power. The power to create, and, conversely, the power to destroy. He had never feared anything. Life seemed as pridicatable as 2+2=4. If it couldn't be catigorsed, tested logical and expressed through experiments, then it didn't exist. But now, for the first time, he felt fear....
3:00 AM
" We can't hold it back any longer... We must leave!!!"
" No," screeched Donovan " I won't leave when I am so close... HA HA HA, my creation will live!!!!!!!!"
" Dr. Smith, third reactor breach, atm increaseing to 8,000 per cubic cm. The reactor is losing it's stability, The E.C. field will breach soon, we have to leave NOW!!!!!!!"
" Dr. Donovan stop this foolishness, we must..."
At that, Donvana, insane with rage and fear, upholstered his gun. It was his eyes that were most hunting. He was no longer the stoic he once was, he was no closer to a raging beast. " No, you will remain at your post Drs. or I will kill each of you. It's not too late, yes that's right it's not... We will see the birth of a new world.. World, new.. HA HA... dead dead DEAD!!!!! Are all those in opposition to the new misaia..."
" You have lost your mind!! Let us go."
" No, they called Eienstein crazy... Yes, they did...You must be them, them must be died!!!" At that a shot rang out, and struck The Dr. Who had been speaking dead. " No one leaves alive..." He was speaking to one of his Kasumi clone guards. She nodded.
Dovana began to walk away, and you could hear the slaughter of the others, by his cloned guards. He didn't care though. He was no longer in our world...
3:15 AM (US Department Of Defense, surveillance room 431)
" The space defense network just detected an explosion, rivaling a thermonuclear devise."
" Where? Was it a nuck?"
" That's the odd part, sir, there is no radioactive residue. It was on a small island in the middle of the pacific ocean, it was owned by DOATech."
" Bastards, I should have known. Get Donovan on the line, Now!!"
And so begins the final act. The stage is set, the ocistra engaged, now we see if our friends can dance. Perhaps the human race will go out with a bang, not a whimper...
Born To Kill
Forces of pure destruction have always contained some sickening, hauntingly beautiful quality. It is as if the purity that these forces contain are transcendent of the normals questions of our reality. They destroy not out of cruelty or malice, nor do they destroy out of comparison or hope. They do it because it is their nature to do it. On every battle felid, in every storm, in ever virus, they is a beauty that is all to illusive...
This sickening purity has it's consequences. For what is more simple or cruel then forces of nature?
Born to kill, a horrific phrase, painting on the helmets of men sent to die for a Nobel cause, long scene forgotten. What DOATec had given birth to, needed no cause, it needed no cause. It needed no purpose, it was as soulless and as pure as a raging hurican...
1:23 A.M. ( St. Raymond island, 30 floors underground)
" Look at it's brain waves, they keep increasing! These readings hardly seem possible."
" I know, it shouldn't be awakening, it has 2 days left, yet it's, coming alive"
" That's not possible, it can't will itself into life! We have to activate it."
" Regardless, it seems to be doing just that, causing itself to exist. In effect, causing it's own birth."
" Yes, but we have installed none of the safe guards we meant to, if it is freed now, we won't have control."
" Perhaps life, can't be controlled..... Sound the alream, commence lock down. Wake Dovana. Get all non- essenchal personal out of here. And hope we can stop it..."
2:23 AM
" Damn it, it keeps gaining strength" This was Donovan voice, the room that was empty, accept for the 2 Dr. on late shift, was now a bustle of activity. In the back round was heard communications on several frequence. There was no longer the pristine military order that had once prevailed, the lab had descended into near chaos. Everyone on the research team was trying to reason out what happened, it shouldn't be ready for two days. " Keep the E.C. field stable, that's all that's suppressing it's telecentict powers."
" Sir, compelling four and seven are going critical, we won't be able to keep the field magnitude up for much longer."
" Why the fuck not!"
" Dr., we are already at 300% normal output."
" No.. Oh god no... That can't be right, there no fucking way that can be right.... Not even in our wildest dreams... Recalibrate the sensors, there has to be a malfunction.. 300%, how many atm that?"
" 5000 atm per cubic centimeter."
" Not possible..." Davona was no longer the clam, controlling, systematic man he once was, he was now hysterical. He had spent his whole life gathering power, trying to gain more. He had realized that it had always been science, not politics, that had true power. The power to create, and, conversely, the power to destroy. He had never feared anything. Life seemed as pridicatable as 2+2=4. If it couldn't be catigorsed, tested logical and expressed through experiments, then it didn't exist. But now, for the first time, he felt fear....
3:00 AM
" We can't hold it back any longer... We must leave!!!"
" No," screeched Donovan " I won't leave when I am so close... HA HA HA, my creation will live!!!!!!!!"
" Dr. Smith, third reactor breach, atm increaseing to 8,000 per cubic cm. The reactor is losing it's stability, The E.C. field will breach soon, we have to leave NOW!!!!!!!"
" Dr. Donovan stop this foolishness, we must..."
At that, Donvana, insane with rage and fear, upholstered his gun. It was his eyes that were most hunting. He was no longer the stoic he once was, he was no closer to a raging beast. " No, you will remain at your post Drs. or I will kill each of you. It's not too late, yes that's right it's not... We will see the birth of a new world.. World, new.. HA HA... dead dead DEAD!!!!! Are all those in opposition to the new misaia..."
" You have lost your mind!! Let us go."
" No, they called Eienstein crazy... Yes, they did...You must be them, them must be died!!!" At that a shot rang out, and struck The Dr. Who had been speaking dead. " No one leaves alive..." He was speaking to one of his Kasumi clone guards. She nodded.
Dovana began to walk away, and you could hear the slaughter of the others, by his cloned guards. He didn't care though. He was no longer in our world...
3:15 AM (US Department Of Defense, surveillance room 431)
" The space defense network just detected an explosion, rivaling a thermonuclear devise."
" Where? Was it a nuck?"
" That's the odd part, sir, there is no radioactive residue. It was on a small island in the middle of the pacific ocean, it was owned by DOATech."
" Bastards, I should have known. Get Donovan on the line, Now!!"
And so begins the final act. The stage is set, the ocistra engaged, now we see if our friends can dance. Perhaps the human race will go out with a bang, not a whimper...