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| Topic Started: Aug 23 2014, 05:51 PM (112 Views) | |
| Donald Pierce | Aug 23 2014, 05:51 PM Post #1 |
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July 28th, sunrise Outside of Cameron, Kentucky -------------------------------------- It was the crack of dawn, the sun practically kissed the eastern United States with its life baring embrace. It wasn’t shy either, spreading its light over the massive industrial site that was one of many littered across the globe, but this one was special. Its constructs stretched over an entire quarter section, its size was only one of its unique qualities of the refinery, beneath the halls and corridors assigned to the production of petroleum lay a sub level that sat below sea level, encased in reinforced concrete, it was built like a fortress and acted as one too. Even deeper than the subbasement, he was lost in something that he could only compare to a dream. It was cold and bleak, so dark he was unable to see his hands out in front him or his feet as he walked, trying to make some sort of progress in escaping this dull void. Was there anybody out there? It wasn’t until the faintest hint of light appeared on the horizon that he had a true source of direction. His first instinct was to follow the light and as he neared it, the nature of this strange place shifted, the darkness was pushed back by the growing source of light, the cold became bearable before shifting to a smoldering heat. Blinded by the light, he shielded his face as it enclosed around him, consuming him, trapping him. And then he woke. Rather suddenly too, his eyes opened and his upper body lunged upwards in a panic, partially covered by the bare minimum of clothing, a large array of electrodes littered his body and for a moment he stared off into the large set of surgical lighting hanging overhead. Wondering if he had just experienced somewhere between life and death, he didn’t allow it to cloud his judgment for long. Instead his grip on reality began to solidify, his vision became clear and his gaze searched the room for more answers. The haziness of his thought process was undoubtedly linked to copious amounts of anesthetic pumping through his body, that much was easily deducible. It was of minor concern, the real questions to be answered was where and when. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” A murmured greeting echoed from the shadows of the room and for a moment it all seemed so familiar, he half expected a six armed sorceress to make her presence known, but then, it would surely be just a dream. Finally a man revealed himself from his observation point in the large, but shadowy room, the lightening hung above Pierce’s body and the faint glow off of some equipment offered meager illumination. Pierce brought a bionic hand to his face, rubbing his eyes for a moment. He could remember meeting this fellow, he could even vaguely recall the trip to this locale, but his name was momentarily lost in a sea of drugs and post op shock. “Is that what you call it? So what is the good news?” Dry and coarse, he was a real pleasure to deal with, especially when he was fronting the bill or had nothing to prove. “The operation was a complete success, recuperation time presiding of course, but you should make a full recovery within the week as promised.” Dr. Thompson, a formerly respected member of the neuro science community had taken a dark path years ago, linked to the black market trade of human organs and fluids, that same path had brought him to Pierce mere weeks ago in the Mediterranean and now, covered in the blood of the bionic man, the doc coolly ran his eyes over Pierce’s vitals, examining them thoroughly. “Excellent.” Pivoting his body on its resting place, his legs dangling off the operating table for a moment before he brought his feet to ground and rose to full height, a few electrodes that littered his body were pulled free from such movement. Any that were remaining were removed once he was on his feet, next to go was the large needle planted in his arm to administer sedatives and an array of pain killers. Unorthodox, but he didn’t particularly concern himself with what was good for him or not, freeing himself of any remaining medical tethers without a thought, he then examined some moderate changes in his flesh. The doctor interjected almost immediately, noticing the puzzled look of his patient. “Oh yes, I took the liberty of…smoothing out some of those rough edges while you were under. You can thank me later.” Pride light up the man’s face, but he received no recognition or applause for his efforts. So he carried on, “You really are a medical marvel, Mr. Pierce. The advances that could be done if you allowed me to examine you further could be quite remarkable.” Snatching the robe passed to him without a word, he covered his frame with the silk fabric and strode to a table with a still corked decanter of scotch. Knocking back nearly half of the contents in a single swig, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and clutched the glassware with the other. “The impact we could have, the lives that could be changed…” He raised his free hand to silence the man, now the same shadows that the surgeon had lurked in cast an eerie tone over Donald’s features. An incision ran the width of his skull, just above his right ear, nestled ever so carefully in his hair line. “Save me your sentiment. You are here for money and I am here to ensure my survival.” Another swig from the bottle followed and he closed the distance between the two of them, the bottle held loosely down at his side. He had taken quite the risk bringing a practical stranger not only into his realm but into his world of secrets and while they both exhibited the traits of being morally grey, Pierce felt it mandatory to reiterate the terms of their agreement, and now was a good enough time as any. He passed off the bottle to the other man, urging him to take a sip or two. “You held up your side of the bargain and exceeded my expectations, bravo, but need I remind you the fate of the man I acquired this implant from?” Instinctively he ran his fingertips over the incision point, it really had been a practical and beautifully orchestrated job. Yes, this one would still serve a purpose for just a while longer. The sub dermal implant was a brain-computer interface, an experimental model that was funded by DARPA and was not acquired by less than legal means, they wished to use such a device to improve military operations, lessen casualties and minimalize human error. Many test subjects, animal and human alike experienced similar side effects such as, hemorrhaging, migraines, and in some cases, death. Deemed unsafe, it was tossed to the side and became that more accessible. The potential side effects were of little concern, he was no man and had survived enough ordeals to believe he could endure almost anything. The BCI had been attached to the right hemisphere of his cerebral cortex and once fully operational it would allow Pierce to not only download his consciousness, it would allow him to pursue pertinent information actively and efficiently. His links and ties lay past the walls of the Club, he had associates in some of the higher branches government, even at such levels, everyone had their price, their secrets. Pierce just happened to be exceptionally adept at knowing which route to follow to success. The contacts silence had been bought and paid for, but he had gone the extra mile to cover his tracks. “A strange coincidence I’m sure, but days after our transaction, he was discovered to be stockpiling a large amount of radioactive materials, for a man with a military contract you can imagine they didn’t take too well to such treachery.” With his hands free, he let his fingertips trace along a collection of surgical scalpels, forceps and tools, they had been sterilized but had been used just recently on his own flesh and bone. He almost appeared to admire them, like he had some sort of kinship with the selection of inanimate objects used to implant his shiny, new hardware. He turned from the tray of instruments and tilted his head at the man still decked in scrubs. “I did that, simply for my own gratification, just imagine what I would be willing to do if you were foolish enough to cross me.” Dr. Thompson was speechless, momentarily slack jawed from the clear and audible threat, that was until Pierce snatched the bottle from his loosening grip and he squared his expression to a state of professionalism. Another chug of the amber fluid ushered in his next inquisition. “Forget I mentioned it, you need to focus on other things. Prepare me a repertoire of potential candidates, I have a 9 o’clock meeting with some investors and I must not be late.” He stalked off mid-sentence, he didn’t require hearing anything else nor was there any room for discussion. These were the predetermined terms of their agreement and they each had they own matters to attend to before they could return to their respective stomping grounds. Today was a good day. |
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