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To Temerid: basically anything that requires imagination is illegal. People are automatons, and basically everything is done by machines. People are told that they are happy, and they don't know any better than to say "okay." Does that clear things up?
(to all) we'll see Raziel again in a few chapters. Just wait for it! BWAHAHA!. Heeheehee... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (--Chapter four: Operation BreakOut--) (--Remora *Hack--)
SparkstheLemming sighed as he straightened his wheelchair. He should have known Remora would choose the "I'm in jail" card. He walked across the sprawling room to a cabinet underneath his work bench. Remora knew some of the stuff he kept in there was experimental, and most of it didn't work except in very unusual circumstances. For instance, two weeks ago there was the never-empty battery that only worked underwater. Seven months before then had been the parachute that only opened when chewed upon (it was a very weird incident, finding that one out).
"Sparks, if it's something Experimental, at least tell me what's wrong with it first. I don't want a recycling oxygen tank that only works in the pacific, like last time. Would I want it, or wouldn't I?"
Sparks opened the long cabinet with care and slid out a drawer. Inside were thousands upon thousands of small items, and quite a few large ones, too. Mostly they were large clumps of wires around a box, or something bubbly in a plastic tube. She could have sworn a few things turned to look at her, which was odd because supposedly no one had made perfect A. I. yet.
He took an object out from beneath the mess of them and handed it to her. It looked almost like an enforcer Jump pack, the kind that they used to rocket from rooftop to rooftop. There were straps that formed an X when put on, over her shoulders and under her arms. With the half-sphere on her back, she looked questioningly at The Lemming.
"So what the hell is it? We tried using the Enforcer's armor a while ago, and it didn't work, so why should it work now?"
Sparks sighed again, and gave Remora a look that said, Quit Talking And I'll Tell You.
"The whole thing is what I've dubbed a Time-Slow. The reason the Enforcers are so fast is because the capital worked out some way to mess with Crono- energy. The stuff of the past and the present. While you're wearing this, if you hit the switch on the left lower strap, time will slow around you for any given three hours. Each hour will be as, at most, seven hours to you and each second will be as. well, seven seconds. I think I've gotten all the bugs out, but I'm not sure. Just don't let it get hit by the Enforcer's stunner bolts, as I don't know what it might do when exposed to too much electricity."
Remora looked skeptical but said thanks and went outside. Sparks always said he thought he got all the bugs out, but for some reason there was always one thing left. Very thorough, Lemming wasn't. She walked the rest of the way to Microsoft's roof. The guys would be there, and then they could start operation Breakout. The gang would be the usual group.
WishIWas007, SugarAddict, LastManStandingKingOfTheHill, and ErraticAnarchy should all be there. If not, they would wait for ten minutes for the stragglers then go. She hoped they had already been to see the mechanics. They couldn't afford to not have tech on their side when fighting enforcers.
Luck was on her side, and they were waiting for her. Things could get started early, it seemed. Wishiwas007 would get through the top floor window, opening the front door. Then Sugar, Lastman, and Erratic would break DedindaHed free while she ran distraction. They set out, using the rooftops as protection from Enforcer ground-based radar. Tonight would be a good night.
To Temerid: basically anything that requires imagination is illegal. People are automatons, and basically everything is done by machines. People are told that they are happy, and they don't know any better than to say "okay." Does that clear things up?
(to all) we'll see Raziel again in a few chapters. Just wait for it! BWAHAHA!. Heeheehee... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (--Chapter four: Operation BreakOut--) (--Remora *Hack--)
SparkstheLemming sighed as he straightened his wheelchair. He should have known Remora would choose the "I'm in jail" card. He walked across the sprawling room to a cabinet underneath his work bench. Remora knew some of the stuff he kept in there was experimental, and most of it didn't work except in very unusual circumstances. For instance, two weeks ago there was the never-empty battery that only worked underwater. Seven months before then had been the parachute that only opened when chewed upon (it was a very weird incident, finding that one out).
"Sparks, if it's something Experimental, at least tell me what's wrong with it first. I don't want a recycling oxygen tank that only works in the pacific, like last time. Would I want it, or wouldn't I?"
Sparks opened the long cabinet with care and slid out a drawer. Inside were thousands upon thousands of small items, and quite a few large ones, too. Mostly they were large clumps of wires around a box, or something bubbly in a plastic tube. She could have sworn a few things turned to look at her, which was odd because supposedly no one had made perfect A. I. yet.
He took an object out from beneath the mess of them and handed it to her. It looked almost like an enforcer Jump pack, the kind that they used to rocket from rooftop to rooftop. There were straps that formed an X when put on, over her shoulders and under her arms. With the half-sphere on her back, she looked questioningly at The Lemming.
"So what the hell is it? We tried using the Enforcer's armor a while ago, and it didn't work, so why should it work now?"
Sparks sighed again, and gave Remora a look that said, Quit Talking And I'll Tell You.
"The whole thing is what I've dubbed a Time-Slow. The reason the Enforcers are so fast is because the capital worked out some way to mess with Crono- energy. The stuff of the past and the present. While you're wearing this, if you hit the switch on the left lower strap, time will slow around you for any given three hours. Each hour will be as, at most, seven hours to you and each second will be as. well, seven seconds. I think I've gotten all the bugs out, but I'm not sure. Just don't let it get hit by the Enforcer's stunner bolts, as I don't know what it might do when exposed to too much electricity."
Remora looked skeptical but said thanks and went outside. Sparks always said he thought he got all the bugs out, but for some reason there was always one thing left. Very thorough, Lemming wasn't. She walked the rest of the way to Microsoft's roof. The guys would be there, and then they could start operation Breakout. The gang would be the usual group.
WishIWas007, SugarAddict, LastManStandingKingOfTheHill, and ErraticAnarchy should all be there. If not, they would wait for ten minutes for the stragglers then go. She hoped they had already been to see the mechanics. They couldn't afford to not have tech on their side when fighting enforcers.
Luck was on her side, and they were waiting for her. Things could get started early, it seemed. Wishiwas007 would get through the top floor window, opening the front door. Then Sugar, Lastman, and Erratic would break DedindaHed free while she ran distraction. They set out, using the rooftops as protection from Enforcer ground-based radar. Tonight would be a good night.