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Who knows – more to the point who cares have been kind enough to let me
write about their characters.
The Cast: Michael Scott
Cyprus. This small island attracts many strange visitors. One of which is the Royal Air Force. They established a base on the northwestern area of the island to allow them to come to come to the aid of any of the European nations. For the most part the base is deserted save the few technicians and pilots stationed there for the time being. However empty this post is you still always can hear some sort of noise. Whether the airplanes cause the break in silence, or the technician over the loudspeaker, it doesn't matter. This is the worst place someone should be concentrating.
It was in such a place that a 15-year-old boy was trying to do just that. That is… if he could get his computer to work. Michael Scott, or Scott as he liked to be called, was in the process of trying to get his computer to run. He had been working for the last hour trying to get it to turn on so he could complete the task his father had asked him to accomplish. He needed to try to create a program that would describe the full workings of a tornado plane.
"Come on. Come on," he yelled at the computer. Michael was determined to make the uncooperative machine work. Finally he heard the PC begin to boot up. It was a relatively new CPU but it took forever to load. He left his room and made his way to the hangars. While walking down the halls he stood out from the other military personnel, with his jeans, black t-shirt, and black trainers. Finally arriving at the hangars he walked up to the head mechanic and gave a brief greeting. Then he poked around the hangar looking for spare parts that he could take apart. The hangar was stocked with everything from engines to stealth technology.
He walked over to the head mechanic and asked, "Do you have any spare parts that you won't be using?"
The mechanic replied, "What so you can take them apart again?"
"It helps me learn how the components work both individually and as a system. C'mon ill bet you won't miss a small engine or maybe a radar of some kind," Scott countered.
"Alright kid, just leave me alone. You can have that," the mechanic said as he gestured to a piece of stealth equipment. "We haven't been able to get that working yet so you may as well dissect it."
"Thanks, can I leave it here until I'm ready to take it apart?" Scott asks.
The mechanic nodded.
Realizing that his computer was probably running, so he swiftly returned to his room waving to the mechanics and thanking them for the component.
At Scott's room, the computer had finally finished loading so he started to create the tornado plane program. He had almost completed it when the CPU crashed.
"NOOOO," he screamed as he tried to reboot. After the computer finished loading, Michael noticed that some of the programs were missing, including the tornado plane program. He refused to let any program go so he began to recover files. The only file that was missing was the one that he had just written. There was something in its place. He couldn't understand the language in which it was written, but when he tried to run it, he just got a picture of a red watch on the screen. Not knowing what the watch represents he saves the program to a disk.
He realized that the place that has the answers that he was searching for was the computer-testing center located at the base. However he needed higher clearance just to see the center let alone use its resources, much like the clearance that his father possessed.
That night, when his father was asleep, Scott snuck into his father's room and "borrowed" his keycard. Swiftly he returned to his computer, grabbed the disk, and left the living facility. There were some guards outside the test center, but Michael knew from past experiences, that the air ducts were just as effective as a door. Nothing was going to stop him from finding the meaning of the watch. He got into the building without a sound and made his way to the room that he wanted. Using his father's keycard, he had no trouble getting in. Flipping on one of the terminals, he inserted the disk hoping to be able to crack the code. As he ran the strange program, the monitor began to glow, sending the red watch into Michael's hands. Contemplating whether he should take this new gadget apart, he was interrupted by voices of the patrols outside the door.
"Why is the light on?" demands one guard.
"Someone must be in there," replies another. "We should make sure that everything checks out ok."
Michael panicked; he refused to let himself be caught. He removed his disk and turned off the terminal. He frantically searched for a way out. Thinking that he needed to relieve his hands of the watch, he began to place it on his wrist. The voices were getting closer, and he ducked behind a row of computers. He finished putting the watch on his wrist.
A red light enveloped him. The light dissipated and the room became empty once more.
Just then, the guards on patrol walked into the room.
Finding no one, they figured that one of the technicians had neglected to turn off the light. And they left the room.
They did not notice the disk or the keycard residing beside a computer terminal.
Well that's the third introduction. I need feedback from Who knows – more to the point who cares about if I need to change his character in any way. And I know that this is being repetitive, but I still need that last character info from Iltatahti by Sunday.
The Cast: Michael Scott
Cyprus. This small island attracts many strange visitors. One of which is the Royal Air Force. They established a base on the northwestern area of the island to allow them to come to come to the aid of any of the European nations. For the most part the base is deserted save the few technicians and pilots stationed there for the time being. However empty this post is you still always can hear some sort of noise. Whether the airplanes cause the break in silence, or the technician over the loudspeaker, it doesn't matter. This is the worst place someone should be concentrating.
It was in such a place that a 15-year-old boy was trying to do just that. That is… if he could get his computer to work. Michael Scott, or Scott as he liked to be called, was in the process of trying to get his computer to run. He had been working for the last hour trying to get it to turn on so he could complete the task his father had asked him to accomplish. He needed to try to create a program that would describe the full workings of a tornado plane.
"Come on. Come on," he yelled at the computer. Michael was determined to make the uncooperative machine work. Finally he heard the PC begin to boot up. It was a relatively new CPU but it took forever to load. He left his room and made his way to the hangars. While walking down the halls he stood out from the other military personnel, with his jeans, black t-shirt, and black trainers. Finally arriving at the hangars he walked up to the head mechanic and gave a brief greeting. Then he poked around the hangar looking for spare parts that he could take apart. The hangar was stocked with everything from engines to stealth technology.
He walked over to the head mechanic and asked, "Do you have any spare parts that you won't be using?"
The mechanic replied, "What so you can take them apart again?"
"It helps me learn how the components work both individually and as a system. C'mon ill bet you won't miss a small engine or maybe a radar of some kind," Scott countered.
"Alright kid, just leave me alone. You can have that," the mechanic said as he gestured to a piece of stealth equipment. "We haven't been able to get that working yet so you may as well dissect it."
"Thanks, can I leave it here until I'm ready to take it apart?" Scott asks.
The mechanic nodded.
Realizing that his computer was probably running, so he swiftly returned to his room waving to the mechanics and thanking them for the component.
At Scott's room, the computer had finally finished loading so he started to create the tornado plane program. He had almost completed it when the CPU crashed.
"NOOOO," he screamed as he tried to reboot. After the computer finished loading, Michael noticed that some of the programs were missing, including the tornado plane program. He refused to let any program go so he began to recover files. The only file that was missing was the one that he had just written. There was something in its place. He couldn't understand the language in which it was written, but when he tried to run it, he just got a picture of a red watch on the screen. Not knowing what the watch represents he saves the program to a disk.
He realized that the place that has the answers that he was searching for was the computer-testing center located at the base. However he needed higher clearance just to see the center let alone use its resources, much like the clearance that his father possessed.
That night, when his father was asleep, Scott snuck into his father's room and "borrowed" his keycard. Swiftly he returned to his computer, grabbed the disk, and left the living facility. There were some guards outside the test center, but Michael knew from past experiences, that the air ducts were just as effective as a door. Nothing was going to stop him from finding the meaning of the watch. He got into the building without a sound and made his way to the room that he wanted. Using his father's keycard, he had no trouble getting in. Flipping on one of the terminals, he inserted the disk hoping to be able to crack the code. As he ran the strange program, the monitor began to glow, sending the red watch into Michael's hands. Contemplating whether he should take this new gadget apart, he was interrupted by voices of the patrols outside the door.
"Why is the light on?" demands one guard.
"Someone must be in there," replies another. "We should make sure that everything checks out ok."
Michael panicked; he refused to let himself be caught. He removed his disk and turned off the terminal. He frantically searched for a way out. Thinking that he needed to relieve his hands of the watch, he began to place it on his wrist. The voices were getting closer, and he ducked behind a row of computers. He finished putting the watch on his wrist.
A red light enveloped him. The light dissipated and the room became empty once more.
Just then, the guards on patrol walked into the room.
Finding no one, they figured that one of the technicians had neglected to turn off the light. And they left the room.
They did not notice the disk or the keycard residing beside a computer terminal.
Well that's the third introduction. I need feedback from Who knows – more to the point who cares about if I need to change his character in any way. And I know that this is being repetitive, but I still need that last character info from Iltatahti by Sunday.