Chasing Shadows
HI! I am so very grateful to those of you whom have reviewed, you have no idea how much joy it brings me! I promise to keep my author notes short so I will close with that I don't own Chobits, I only own a copy of volumes one and two and of course this fic.
Narration/ thoughts "" of course means talking.
Chapter One
To Build
Every story, no matter if it is good, mediocre, or terrible all share a common bond. Every tale be it romantic, horrific, mysterious or adventure filled have at least one thing in common. The plots, the characters, the twists, and even climaxes are varied; but throughout time every story has one, actually two things that are the same, they all "begin" and not a one ever truly "ends."
Soft footsteps echo off the barren white walls as several men and women dressed in lab coats that were even paler than the walls that surrounded them as the group passed through the halls. The pathway was dark and silent, the only noise penetrating the almost stifling atmosphere were of course the footsteps and the slight creaking of a door that was opened unto a laboratory. Inside, even more people dressed in lab coats worked like a busy colony of ants scurrying to and fro trying to accomplish dozens of tasks. The group of intruding scientists brushed past the "worker ants"; paying them no mind, for the object of their desire rested deeper in the heart of the lab. The expedition paused at a locked door as the head of the team punched in a series of numbers and letters codes into the security pad for a moment the door remained unmoved but then within a blink of an eye the metallic barrier swung back allowing the lab team entrance then slamming shut behind them as the last member ducked inside.
If possible the room had even less illumination than both the hall and the other lab combined; the pitch darkness itself seemed to be alive with false pretenses and anxious tension all the members of the team waiting with baited breath as the head of the experiment team slowly moved to turn on the lights. Suddenly the shadows made a hasty retreat; as the bright florescent light came charging in on pale horses. A collective gasp was heard from a couple of the team as the project they had worked on for so long was revealed in its entirety. A round of congratulations to the head of the team was given then overwhelming curiosity at the tiny object humanlike object resting on the countertop.
It was small, much tinier than a human child; almost like a doll, but it was smaller barely big enough to take up half a grown man's palm. It looked so lifelike and human with its soft milky pale skin, delicate facial features of a young woman, even the golden blond hair felt real! One of the female members of the team carefully picked the object up before looking back at the head, "This is wonder, no amzai.words fail me! How did you complete it in such a short time Soya- san?!" The elder man smiled, "Well if I told you Karamu then it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?"
One of the younger male scietenists took the "doll" from Karamu's palms, "So now that we have accomplished the "experiment", what should we call it?" he inquired. "Well it looks like a human.a real person almost," one said. "And it is designed to be a personal computer," Soya raised his hands, "I am way ahead of you." He slowly backed away to stand beside a tarp and with a dramatic tug unveiled a whole case full of the tiny "doll". A bright blue sign hung above the casing giving the objects their name. Soya smirked as he stood in front of the flabbergasted audience, "Ladies and gentlemen may I present to you the worlds first line of "Personcoms!"
That day went down into the history books of technology. The moment the "Personcom" concept was revealed to the public every electronic company pounced on the idea. Soya was offered billions upon millions of dollars to sell the rights to this slice of genius, but he turned all offers down, and as if to spite the corporations; he opened up his own business, which sold his brainchild, or children I should say, to those who could afford such expensive novelties. As with any new electronic doodad Personcoms sold like.what it that expression? Yes they sold like hotcakes and it wasn't long until Soya was very, very rich man.
A festive yet frivolous Christmas party was held at Soya Cooperation building two years after the Personcom line was originally launched. As his employees are enjoying themselves Soya is inside his office working on a new project.
The palm held computers were indeed a success, but being a greedy, grasping, power and money hunger being; also known as a cooperate executive, Soya wasn't satisfied with just being rich, with having world wide fame, or a promising career, he wanted more. Sure the laptops were cute, well-designed not to mention the fastest and most efficient electronic device known to man other companies were now becoming compotision now that they too had figured out how to construct their own Personcoms. So the man, half scientist, half bussniess man strived to outwit his competitors once again went back to the lab,
Camera lights shone as brightly as the sun, murmurs of thousands of people rose and fall like the roars of animals patiently waiting for a juicy morsel of gossip or truth; which ever was more readily available, to devour and then present to the world knowledge. As soon as Soya steps on stage the crowd erupts into applauses; Soya smiles warmly as he steps up to the podium. Soon he had launched into a long-winded speech that no one really paid any attention to all instead stared ravenously at the large covered box behind him. Noticing that not a soul was listening Soya sighed and unveiled his latest line of Personcom; this one was of course a female figure with humanlike features skin, face and hair only this one was life- sized! The reporters went nuts, camera bulbs flashed, microphones were a buzz with shouts, cheers, and more applause.
Sure, no big deal right? Totally innocent, there is nothing wrong with a little change correct? Wrong, oh so wrong. Some would call it genius, other progress but I see it as the beginning to the madness.
Across town another corporate executive watching disdainfully at the large plasma screen of the TV in the boardroom, which was of course focused on the new announcement of Soya Inc. Turning his back to the board, hands clashed behind his back the president stared at the opposing wall as if it had answers written on it. The tension was so thick that you could choke on it, no one dared to move a muscle or even breath loudly everything still and silent, their small world grinding to a complete halt. Then in a flurry of motion the president turned around slamming his clutched fits on the polished table a dark smirk on his face saying in a low and dangerous tone, "So gentlemen, tell me what are we going to do to beat that?"
Welcome to the beginning of the end.
HI! I am so very grateful to those of you whom have reviewed, you have no idea how much joy it brings me! I promise to keep my author notes short so I will close with that I don't own Chobits, I only own a copy of volumes one and two and of course this fic.
Narration/ thoughts "" of course means talking.
Chapter One
To Build
Every story, no matter if it is good, mediocre, or terrible all share a common bond. Every tale be it romantic, horrific, mysterious or adventure filled have at least one thing in common. The plots, the characters, the twists, and even climaxes are varied; but throughout time every story has one, actually two things that are the same, they all "begin" and not a one ever truly "ends."
Soft footsteps echo off the barren white walls as several men and women dressed in lab coats that were even paler than the walls that surrounded them as the group passed through the halls. The pathway was dark and silent, the only noise penetrating the almost stifling atmosphere were of course the footsteps and the slight creaking of a door that was opened unto a laboratory. Inside, even more people dressed in lab coats worked like a busy colony of ants scurrying to and fro trying to accomplish dozens of tasks. The group of intruding scientists brushed past the "worker ants"; paying them no mind, for the object of their desire rested deeper in the heart of the lab. The expedition paused at a locked door as the head of the team punched in a series of numbers and letters codes into the security pad for a moment the door remained unmoved but then within a blink of an eye the metallic barrier swung back allowing the lab team entrance then slamming shut behind them as the last member ducked inside.
If possible the room had even less illumination than both the hall and the other lab combined; the pitch darkness itself seemed to be alive with false pretenses and anxious tension all the members of the team waiting with baited breath as the head of the experiment team slowly moved to turn on the lights. Suddenly the shadows made a hasty retreat; as the bright florescent light came charging in on pale horses. A collective gasp was heard from a couple of the team as the project they had worked on for so long was revealed in its entirety. A round of congratulations to the head of the team was given then overwhelming curiosity at the tiny object humanlike object resting on the countertop.
It was small, much tinier than a human child; almost like a doll, but it was smaller barely big enough to take up half a grown man's palm. It looked so lifelike and human with its soft milky pale skin, delicate facial features of a young woman, even the golden blond hair felt real! One of the female members of the team carefully picked the object up before looking back at the head, "This is wonder, no amzai.words fail me! How did you complete it in such a short time Soya- san?!" The elder man smiled, "Well if I told you Karamu then it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?"
One of the younger male scietenists took the "doll" from Karamu's palms, "So now that we have accomplished the "experiment", what should we call it?" he inquired. "Well it looks like a human.a real person almost," one said. "And it is designed to be a personal computer," Soya raised his hands, "I am way ahead of you." He slowly backed away to stand beside a tarp and with a dramatic tug unveiled a whole case full of the tiny "doll". A bright blue sign hung above the casing giving the objects their name. Soya smirked as he stood in front of the flabbergasted audience, "Ladies and gentlemen may I present to you the worlds first line of "Personcoms!"
That day went down into the history books of technology. The moment the "Personcom" concept was revealed to the public every electronic company pounced on the idea. Soya was offered billions upon millions of dollars to sell the rights to this slice of genius, but he turned all offers down, and as if to spite the corporations; he opened up his own business, which sold his brainchild, or children I should say, to those who could afford such expensive novelties. As with any new electronic doodad Personcoms sold like.what it that expression? Yes they sold like hotcakes and it wasn't long until Soya was very, very rich man.
A festive yet frivolous Christmas party was held at Soya Cooperation building two years after the Personcom line was originally launched. As his employees are enjoying themselves Soya is inside his office working on a new project.
The palm held computers were indeed a success, but being a greedy, grasping, power and money hunger being; also known as a cooperate executive, Soya wasn't satisfied with just being rich, with having world wide fame, or a promising career, he wanted more. Sure the laptops were cute, well-designed not to mention the fastest and most efficient electronic device known to man other companies were now becoming compotision now that they too had figured out how to construct their own Personcoms. So the man, half scientist, half bussniess man strived to outwit his competitors once again went back to the lab,
Camera lights shone as brightly as the sun, murmurs of thousands of people rose and fall like the roars of animals patiently waiting for a juicy morsel of gossip or truth; which ever was more readily available, to devour and then present to the world knowledge. As soon as Soya steps on stage the crowd erupts into applauses; Soya smiles warmly as he steps up to the podium. Soon he had launched into a long-winded speech that no one really paid any attention to all instead stared ravenously at the large covered box behind him. Noticing that not a soul was listening Soya sighed and unveiled his latest line of Personcom; this one was of course a female figure with humanlike features skin, face and hair only this one was life- sized! The reporters went nuts, camera bulbs flashed, microphones were a buzz with shouts, cheers, and more applause.
Sure, no big deal right? Totally innocent, there is nothing wrong with a little change correct? Wrong, oh so wrong. Some would call it genius, other progress but I see it as the beginning to the madness.
Across town another corporate executive watching disdainfully at the large plasma screen of the TV in the boardroom, which was of course focused on the new announcement of Soya Inc. Turning his back to the board, hands clashed behind his back the president stared at the opposing wall as if it had answers written on it. The tension was so thick that you could choke on it, no one dared to move a muscle or even breath loudly everything still and silent, their small world grinding to a complete halt. Then in a flurry of motion the president turned around slamming his clutched fits on the polished table a dark smirk on his face saying in a low and dangerous tone, "So gentlemen, tell me what are we going to do to beat that?"
Welcome to the beginning of the end.
