Post by Sparx Larsa on Jul 21, 2013 23:23:29 GMT -5
”What the hell am I doing here?” The brown-haired young adult wondered to himself as he made his way through the bleak and dark corridors of this lost world. ”I never ever EVER leave the ship. Why now? Why did I let them talk me into coming on ground level? What the fuck was I thinking?” The young human was alone, and not at all prepared for an expedition on a supposedly dead planet. The surface level was barren, and there were no indication of life aside from the other Alliance soldiers who had landed only hours ago. This planet was dark, and had little atmosphere, which allowed a beautiful view of the sun and space. However, the crust of this world was thin and, surprisingly hollow.
The Alliance arrived here just hours ago to explore this empty planet that seemed to have materialized from out of nowhere. They’d mapped it out with scanners, but their readings never got any deeper than the planet’s five-mile surface. The core seemed to bounce their scans back at their satellites, which was translated as nothing more than an empty space. The Alliance wanted to see if it was true; if this planet was just an empty shell, or if there was some secret cloaking technology installed in the world by the Imperium.
Sparx Larsa; lieutenant of the Tactics Division and RPG gamer extraordinaire, was asked to come along with the crew for a once in a lifetime experience to discover new unstudied technology. That wasn’t the bad part. The bad part was when they invited him off the ship to walk around. Once it was confirmed no life was on the world, the expedition team broke up into groups and went exploring. Sparx was invited, well… forced, by one of the teams to go out. Low and behold, he has to be the one to fall through a patch of unreinforced dirt like a trap hole.
He could have quite possibly fell a good five miles deep into the planet, and the only reason why he didn’t splat was because he landed on some sort of metal sphere and was lucky enough to simply slide down its curved face onto another structure, which hurt a lot, and bounce off back onto some wicked serious of dangerous amusement park-like-fixtures before finally hitting the ground.
Since then, he’d been walking through the dark corridors of what seemed to be like some sort of underground research facility. Lighting was very poor, but with his glasses adjusting to the poor lighting and amplifying what little glimmers of illumination lingered, he was able to see well enough. Still, his heart pounded in his chest just as hard. ”I’m not a soldier! I’m not a fighter! I’m just a regular old guy! Well… I was! I’m pretty sure I’m going to be eaten alive by mutant robots or whatever rejected experiments are down here.”
His sarcasm was the only thing stopping the terrified tears from streaming down his face. His communicator didn’t work this deep into the planet and everyone who could protect him were at least 8 to 10 miles away. Danger could be behind any corner, and there were no weapons on his person that he could utilize. Just the white coat with electric blue trims, his sneakers, and baggy blue jeans. Damn, he was ill-prepared for this.
Suddenly, he stopped at the end of the metallic hall. There was a door right in front of him blocking his way. Now a normal person probably would have just went up and opened it, but Sparx was terrified at what he might find on the other side. He should have just waited for the team to find him, but sitting alone in the dark all by himself; he felt like the mutants down here would find him long before his friends.
The same could be said for now. He could have turned around and walked away without opening the door, but he was sure that if something was following his scent of fear, he would meet it face-to-face were he to try and leave. ”Doorway to death it is…”
He walked up to the door. Of course, there was a keypad. With a sign, Sparx tried typing in a series of numbers to see how long the passcode was. He got the error light at four. Good. That meant there were only 715 possible passwords. A relatively small number for a hacker like himself. With a heavy sigh, he cracked his fingers, then flexed them over the keypad before he began his excavation. 1111, failed. 1112, failed. 1113, failed. Now for a normal person, this process may have been slow and time-consuming, but Sparx’s fingers moved like lighting. Perfectly positioned, he was typing in several strings of code in less than 10 seconds. His fingers were flying and after a minute of constant typing he made it to the 3s. 3111, failed. 3112, failed. 3113, success!
The keypad lit up green when he typed the correct passcode. He smirked. ”Minute and 37 seconds. Not bad.” The metallic door slid open and a white mist poured out into the hallway. Instinctively, the hacker covered his mouth and nose before cautiously proceeding into the room. ”Cue creepy door closing… now!” The metal door suddenly slid close behind him and automatically locked itself. Though he predicted the outcome from various horror-games and movies, he didn’t feel any less terrified about this being the level where the monster jumps out of a testing field and attacks him. Too bad he was sooo far from the main character. If anything, he was the suspense-builder. He was the character the audience follows until the unknown creature pops out and hovers over him, leaving nothing but a black screen and a scream of terror.
Sparx trembled slightly at the thought, and as he walked, he happened to bump into something. He turned to look, and it seemed as if he was standing in front of a large command module. ”The fuck…?” Looking around, he realized that he was, in fact, in a laboratory. The lights were off and the power was probably running on an economic setting, which would explain why everything seemed to be in hibernation mode. After situating himself in front of the console, he pressed a random key to see what would happen.
There was a hum that startled him, but he stood his ground as the wide screen in front of the console glowed with a deep blue light. Suddenly, an dialogue bar appeared with PASSWORD written above it. Sparx stared at it for a moment, then back down at the keys. It worked before, so he figured he’d try typing 3113 again.
Success!
Boy, whoever designed this place was lucky they never met Sparx. He was breezing through these security channels easily. Just as the monitor began to power on, so did the rest of the room. The lights weakly flickered on and, three panels on each side of the massive monitor flickered on against the walls. The excess monitors were blank, but the main screen seemed to be heavily populated with scattered documents and folders. Sparx sighed. ”Somebody really needs to clean their desktop.”
Sparx started browsing the files on the desktop. Most were common, uninteresting logs as well as control panel options, but one folder caught his attention rather quickly. ”ELLE…?” In 1337, ELLE would be translated as 3113; the password to the lab and the computer. ”Sure why not. Let’s meet Elle then, shall we?” He clicked opened the folder, but wasn’t expecting the program inside to suddenly autoplay.
The monitor hummed loudly now and Sparx started to wonder if he activated a security system. ”Ah! Humm! Backspace! Alt F4! Shit… End Program! Fuck!” The side monitors started raining with code and, in the back of the laboratory, a green light switched on. One of the pods began to hum violently and, when Sparx whipped around to look, his heart felt like it was going to fall out his ass. ”Fuuuck! I’m dead! I’m dead! I’m dead!” He was shaking violently as the pod leaned up from its vertical position and locked in place diagonally. The green light seemed to be coming from inside.
The clear shielding popped open, allowing a thick fog to escape, and Sparx could feel the heavy presence of whatever was in there calling out for his blood. As the smoke cleared, the monster that would most definitely rip his intestines out and skip rope with them was slowly being revealed. Arms and legs both looked humanoid. Great, it was an experimental apex predator skilled in flaying noobs like him alive.
More and more of the smoke cleared and Sparx couldn’t bear to look. He closed his eyes and just waited for whatever was there to tear him to shreds. Moments went by and absolute silence fell upon the room. He loosened up a bit, and opened his electric blue eyes. Through his glasses, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It wasn’t a humanoid Apex predator at all. It was a girl. He blinked, then his eyes widened as large as saucers as he realized what was going on. Was this a gift from Nerdvana? A perfect cyborg replica? He’d never seen such amazingly precise skin texture and body detail. You couldn’t even see where her individual parts were attached or assembled.
He decided that, since the girl seemed like she was still in hibernation mode, he walked over to the mysterious Mechanoid. It seemed like her body was wrapped in some sort of white fabric that covered her otherwise naked self. The first thing he noticed were the incredibly lifelike features. If Sparx didn’t know any better, he would have assumed she was a human easily, but he was smarter than that. Now if only he could find some sort of serial number or insignia on her… there! On her left arm, 3113. He was positive now that she was definitely a Mechanoid.
She was a pretty small model, and looked as if she were barely 18. Considering the fact that she was wrapped up and abandoned like this, either she was defective, or perhaps her previous owner hid her here. It would explain the terrible security for such an advanced place. He figured whoever possessed her before was in trouble, so they hid the girl here, set up the security system as well as the cloaking field, and fled. ”Looks like whoever owned you was in a real hurry to escape, though it looks like they were trying to keep you safe from something. I suppose you must be really special to not have decommissioned.”
For some reason, he felt like he just had to touch her. She seemed so real, that he wanted to actually feel the skin texture. His eyes instantly darted towards the girl’s breasts and a perverted smile struck his face. ”Stop it, Sparx. That’s no bueno. You’re cooler than that dude.” He smirked at himself, and then reached for the girl’s arm. He couldn’t believe how incredibly soft and smooth her skin felt. It may have been cold, but it was actually moist like human flesh. It was soft, but had grip to it, and his fingers glided effortlessly against her arm. ”My god… what are you, Elle?”
Maybe the program took a bit longer than expected, or maybe it was that it was waiting a passcode in order to run, but right after Sparx spoke the girl’s name, her internal systems would have begun to reboot. She would soon wake up.
The Alliance arrived here just hours ago to explore this empty planet that seemed to have materialized from out of nowhere. They’d mapped it out with scanners, but their readings never got any deeper than the planet’s five-mile surface. The core seemed to bounce their scans back at their satellites, which was translated as nothing more than an empty space. The Alliance wanted to see if it was true; if this planet was just an empty shell, or if there was some secret cloaking technology installed in the world by the Imperium.
Sparx Larsa; lieutenant of the Tactics Division and RPG gamer extraordinaire, was asked to come along with the crew for a once in a lifetime experience to discover new unstudied technology. That wasn’t the bad part. The bad part was when they invited him off the ship to walk around. Once it was confirmed no life was on the world, the expedition team broke up into groups and went exploring. Sparx was invited, well… forced, by one of the teams to go out. Low and behold, he has to be the one to fall through a patch of unreinforced dirt like a trap hole.
He could have quite possibly fell a good five miles deep into the planet, and the only reason why he didn’t splat was because he landed on some sort of metal sphere and was lucky enough to simply slide down its curved face onto another structure, which hurt a lot, and bounce off back onto some wicked serious of dangerous amusement park-like-fixtures before finally hitting the ground.
Since then, he’d been walking through the dark corridors of what seemed to be like some sort of underground research facility. Lighting was very poor, but with his glasses adjusting to the poor lighting and amplifying what little glimmers of illumination lingered, he was able to see well enough. Still, his heart pounded in his chest just as hard. ”I’m not a soldier! I’m not a fighter! I’m just a regular old guy! Well… I was! I’m pretty sure I’m going to be eaten alive by mutant robots or whatever rejected experiments are down here.”
His sarcasm was the only thing stopping the terrified tears from streaming down his face. His communicator didn’t work this deep into the planet and everyone who could protect him were at least 8 to 10 miles away. Danger could be behind any corner, and there were no weapons on his person that he could utilize. Just the white coat with electric blue trims, his sneakers, and baggy blue jeans. Damn, he was ill-prepared for this.
Suddenly, he stopped at the end of the metallic hall. There was a door right in front of him blocking his way. Now a normal person probably would have just went up and opened it, but Sparx was terrified at what he might find on the other side. He should have just waited for the team to find him, but sitting alone in the dark all by himself; he felt like the mutants down here would find him long before his friends.
The same could be said for now. He could have turned around and walked away without opening the door, but he was sure that if something was following his scent of fear, he would meet it face-to-face were he to try and leave. ”Doorway to death it is…”
He walked up to the door. Of course, there was a keypad. With a sign, Sparx tried typing in a series of numbers to see how long the passcode was. He got the error light at four. Good. That meant there were only 715 possible passwords. A relatively small number for a hacker like himself. With a heavy sigh, he cracked his fingers, then flexed them over the keypad before he began his excavation. 1111, failed. 1112, failed. 1113, failed. Now for a normal person, this process may have been slow and time-consuming, but Sparx’s fingers moved like lighting. Perfectly positioned, he was typing in several strings of code in less than 10 seconds. His fingers were flying and after a minute of constant typing he made it to the 3s. 3111, failed. 3112, failed. 3113, success!
The keypad lit up green when he typed the correct passcode. He smirked. ”Minute and 37 seconds. Not bad.” The metallic door slid open and a white mist poured out into the hallway. Instinctively, the hacker covered his mouth and nose before cautiously proceeding into the room. ”Cue creepy door closing… now!” The metal door suddenly slid close behind him and automatically locked itself. Though he predicted the outcome from various horror-games and movies, he didn’t feel any less terrified about this being the level where the monster jumps out of a testing field and attacks him. Too bad he was sooo far from the main character. If anything, he was the suspense-builder. He was the character the audience follows until the unknown creature pops out and hovers over him, leaving nothing but a black screen and a scream of terror.
Sparx trembled slightly at the thought, and as he walked, he happened to bump into something. He turned to look, and it seemed as if he was standing in front of a large command module. ”The fuck…?” Looking around, he realized that he was, in fact, in a laboratory. The lights were off and the power was probably running on an economic setting, which would explain why everything seemed to be in hibernation mode. After situating himself in front of the console, he pressed a random key to see what would happen.
There was a hum that startled him, but he stood his ground as the wide screen in front of the console glowed with a deep blue light. Suddenly, an dialogue bar appeared with PASSWORD written above it. Sparx stared at it for a moment, then back down at the keys. It worked before, so he figured he’d try typing 3113 again.
Success!
Boy, whoever designed this place was lucky they never met Sparx. He was breezing through these security channels easily. Just as the monitor began to power on, so did the rest of the room. The lights weakly flickered on and, three panels on each side of the massive monitor flickered on against the walls. The excess monitors were blank, but the main screen seemed to be heavily populated with scattered documents and folders. Sparx sighed. ”Somebody really needs to clean their desktop.”
Sparx started browsing the files on the desktop. Most were common, uninteresting logs as well as control panel options, but one folder caught his attention rather quickly. ”ELLE…?” In 1337, ELLE would be translated as 3113; the password to the lab and the computer. ”Sure why not. Let’s meet Elle then, shall we?” He clicked opened the folder, but wasn’t expecting the program inside to suddenly autoplay.
The monitor hummed loudly now and Sparx started to wonder if he activated a security system. ”Ah! Humm! Backspace! Alt F4! Shit… End Program! Fuck!” The side monitors started raining with code and, in the back of the laboratory, a green light switched on. One of the pods began to hum violently and, when Sparx whipped around to look, his heart felt like it was going to fall out his ass. ”Fuuuck! I’m dead! I’m dead! I’m dead!” He was shaking violently as the pod leaned up from its vertical position and locked in place diagonally. The green light seemed to be coming from inside.
The clear shielding popped open, allowing a thick fog to escape, and Sparx could feel the heavy presence of whatever was in there calling out for his blood. As the smoke cleared, the monster that would most definitely rip his intestines out and skip rope with them was slowly being revealed. Arms and legs both looked humanoid. Great, it was an experimental apex predator skilled in flaying noobs like him alive.
More and more of the smoke cleared and Sparx couldn’t bear to look. He closed his eyes and just waited for whatever was there to tear him to shreds. Moments went by and absolute silence fell upon the room. He loosened up a bit, and opened his electric blue eyes. Through his glasses, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It wasn’t a humanoid Apex predator at all. It was a girl. He blinked, then his eyes widened as large as saucers as he realized what was going on. Was this a gift from Nerdvana? A perfect cyborg replica? He’d never seen such amazingly precise skin texture and body detail. You couldn’t even see where her individual parts were attached or assembled.
He decided that, since the girl seemed like she was still in hibernation mode, he walked over to the mysterious Mechanoid. It seemed like her body was wrapped in some sort of white fabric that covered her otherwise naked self. The first thing he noticed were the incredibly lifelike features. If Sparx didn’t know any better, he would have assumed she was a human easily, but he was smarter than that. Now if only he could find some sort of serial number or insignia on her… there! On her left arm, 3113. He was positive now that she was definitely a Mechanoid.
She was a pretty small model, and looked as if she were barely 18. Considering the fact that she was wrapped up and abandoned like this, either she was defective, or perhaps her previous owner hid her here. It would explain the terrible security for such an advanced place. He figured whoever possessed her before was in trouble, so they hid the girl here, set up the security system as well as the cloaking field, and fled. ”Looks like whoever owned you was in a real hurry to escape, though it looks like they were trying to keep you safe from something. I suppose you must be really special to not have decommissioned.”
For some reason, he felt like he just had to touch her. She seemed so real, that he wanted to actually feel the skin texture. His eyes instantly darted towards the girl’s breasts and a perverted smile struck his face. ”Stop it, Sparx. That’s no bueno. You’re cooler than that dude.” He smirked at himself, and then reached for the girl’s arm. He couldn’t believe how incredibly soft and smooth her skin felt. It may have been cold, but it was actually moist like human flesh. It was soft, but had grip to it, and his fingers glided effortlessly against her arm. ”My god… what are you, Elle?”
Maybe the program took a bit longer than expected, or maybe it was that it was waiting a passcode in order to run, but right after Sparx spoke the girl’s name, her internal systems would have begun to reboot. She would soon wake up.