Ya know, I don't understand a damn thing Grey or RJ say. Ever. Seriously. I just kind of nod and smile, maybe they'll stop staring at me and talk to someone else...
If this thread is an office, I'm the guy who keeps stealing office supplies to create weapons. Every hour or so a pen/paperclip/stapler can be seen flying through the air towards Grey or RJ's Cubicle. Hopefully one day I'll nail them in the eyes.
Mane, mboy, the trick is to play it smooth. Watch.
:: Grabs an aluminum bat and hides in a bush. Waits ::
--------------------------------15 minutes later-
:: Jumps out of the bush and nails a passing woman in the back of the head with his bat. It makes a satisfying *PING!* sound ::
Mmmmm fresh meat.
:: Drags the limp body off to have his way with it ::
See?
Originally posted by fever red
Nataku- I'm over my paper and ink budget. Not my fault- can I help it that Clete keeps misspelling "canonize?" Can you re-assign some of your budget to mine? I'll lend you a killer rubber-band and pencil slingshot.
GRAAHHHH THATS MY JOKE. I WAS THE ONE WHO SAID IT. AHHH :cry: I'm SO UNAPPRECIATED. I leave for 30 min, and 3 new pages are added AHHHHH. I cant take it anymore. I SHOULD JUST START ACTING EVIL. THE UNIVERSE SHALL BE MINE MWAHAHAHA. 😈
Carnage 2089
The year is 2089. World war 3 and 4 have come and gone, resulting in the pacifistic unification of nearly all world powers. America is the only sovereign country left in the world, as well as the only capitalist country.
Striving to become self sufficient, U.S. scientists perfected the construction of Nano-machines in the late 40s. Coupled with the still fresh Fusion reactor, and Pentium atom processor, these Nano-machines were immediatly put into use. Quickly replacing nearly all forms of machinery, these machines varied from hummingbird sized car engines to tick shaped machines no larger then the point on a needle. These worked in the fact that, millions of these machines can work in harmony to power a car, and if one breaks down, the others can quickly repair it. This greatly reduced maintenence to major problems with the machines' commands and overall defuncts. No longer did televisions need repairing, or a computer refurbished. Although this eliminated the jobs of millions, even more jobs were created in manufacturing, testing, and servicing these new machines. Because while they could repair themselves once functional, it tooks months of testing and programming to have every bug worked out of the system.
With this new technology the U.S. was able to eliminate 85% of it's air pollution, and quickly it applied these to biological purposes. By 2059 bio-nano-machines, dubbed BNM or Fake cells, were being used to cure disease ranging from the common cold to Cancer. Their ability to enter the human digestive, respiratory, blood, or other organic system without surgery allowed these machines to take a semi-natural approach. After ingestation or injection, the machines would locate the programmed target and set to work repairing, or destroying, what needed to be. Thus America had found the cure to every sickness available to man.
Every sickness except those of the brain....
-----------------------------Queens, New York-----------------------------
This neighborhood predated the incorporation of Nano-technology, and it was plainly obvious. The suburban setting was cast in the shadow of the titan class skyscrapers, buildings with thousands of floors packing millions of workers like sardines in a soda can. These buildings were but a fraction of what they once were, years of neglect and poverty had turned the suburbs into a twisted beast, so maligned and disgusting not even the U.C.P.D. dared venture into it's midst. If a person was reported missing in these areas, no one thought it unusual, but when someone that wasn't supposed to be there turned up....
"Gimme yo shoes." said the Thug, holding his vibro-knife out infront of him menacingly. He was speaking to a man wearing nothing but a wifebeater and some ratty sweatpants. Curled up on the ground, his arms around his legs, the man was a mess. Red hair gone wild, green eyes glued open, as if watching a horror movie. The thug repeated himself. Still nothing.
"Yo, you got 'till tha count'a three to hand ova yo shoes, boi. Don't make me cut'cha." he growled, waving the knife back and forth, tossing it from hand to hand. It was apparent he was comfortable with the weapon, and the interaction. Judging by his clothing and the shopping cart he had with him, this was a regular deal for him. Stick up a junkie, move on. Just another drifter.
The man shifted, the shadows twisted and the thug got a good look at his face. Hair matted with grime, his face covered in dirt and snot, he looked like shit. Hell, the guy looked like he had been eating shit. Even so, he'd seen worse. Once more, he repeated himself. From the man's mouth came a dry raspy sound, as if he was trying to talk without having anything to drink for days.
"...get away from me..." he coughed, his hand slowly moving to face as if to cover it. As if he was too disgusting to look at. "... get away from me, don't look at me..."
Blinking, the thug laughed. Boy, how many times had he heard that one! This guy was definitly harmless, too tripped out to fight back and too deep in self loathing to care about a pair of shitty Nikes. Stories said those were the brand back in the day, but no one believed those stories. Stories about men signing up for the army, about morals being political platforms. No way that shit ever existed. Shit, he was thinking too deep again, he always ****ed shit up when he thought too deep. Reaching for the mans shoes, he screamed and snatched his hand away as if he had grabbed a hot iron. The flesh on his forearm was in ribbons, the blood splattering against the ground.
"The man said get away, since you don't seem to speak english too well partner, I'll be glad to show you in sign language!" stepping out of the shadows, the unnamed man smiled. From his right shoulder down was crimson with splattering of black, his fingers elongated in a set of vicious claws that dripped blood. Tendrils of whatever was on his arm hovered in the air, like snakes waiting to strike. Grinning, he licked his lips. Crimson hair and emerald eyes... he looked exactly the same as the guy on the ground! Except of course, for the thing on his arm....
"Look man, I'm outta here, aight?" stumbling backwards, the man turned to leave and made his way towards his cart. Cradling his forearm, he stopped dead in his tracks. Literally. Sprouting from his chest was that man's clawed arm, he watched in an unusual fascination as the hand opened and closed. He could feel his killer's breath on his ear, but he couldn't raise his head.
"Shoulda listened the first time, *******." the killer sneered, his left hand holding the dieing man's left arm securly. He could feel the blood running down his elbow and dripping. It was so relieving to kill, something he hadn't done in so long.... they wouldn't let him kill before, but now he was free and there was nothing they could do to stop him.
Opening his mouth to speak, the man could feel blood come up and out over his lips. As his eyes began to lose focus, he could make out the unusual texture of the killer's arm. It wasn't any slime, the way it shifted and pulsated... it was nano-technology. The man was wearing some sort of nano-armguard or something....
"Ga'night buddy boy." said the killer, as he jerked his arm out of the body with a wet pop. It hit the ground, the thud echoing through the silence. Closing his eyes, the killer concentrated and the 'slime' spread out over his body, moving from his arms to encase his chest, up his neck and down his torso. In a matter of moments he was completely covered from the neck down. "Time to go, you sack of crap. You need me, and sadly enough, I need you. So get'cher ass up and move!"
Kicking the look alike in the back, he smiled as he fought his way to his feet. "Alrighty then, time for us to hit the town! Screw what HE says, keeping it quiet ain't gonna matter none. If they want to find us, we sure as hell ain't gonna run!"
Oh, my. I leave the forums for one(1) day, and four(4) pages are added?! Can't you people be competent enough to post something, at the very least make sense? Never mind, I forgot who I'm talking to.
The above statement may be something somebody new to these forums, member or not, may think. So, let's at least make some effort, please.
Fox; Nanotechnology is a very deeply complex and confusing topic, especially when one, not making a career in the field, attempts to describe it. And even more so to one of only fourteen(14) years of life. I myself understand what, exactly, it is and is not capable of accomplishing.
Nataku; a little advise, don't attempt to familiarize your audience with so much detail of the subject. You take your story and turn it into a research paper for your last year of high school. Some background of the subject is good although, too much is a question of if your readers are willing to understand what you are attempting to get at. For example my Senior English class read Brave New World everyone with the exception of myself didn't understand the first three(3) chapters. Too much subject briefing.
Good point, Scibott, however, I think this was an example of exposition done pretty well. Typically, exposition reads about as exciting as watching red paint dry on Kasady- no, wait, that would be fairly exciting. Scratch that. Anyway, it's usually wooden and has no mood, no tone. There's a tone here, at least- the tension and urgency of isolating America and making nano-tech the linchpin of its survival. I'd tighten up the info on how nano-tech machines actually look/function, and enhance that slight narrative feel... This intro could work as a mini-story, with a little work. It even has a "climax" in the last line. Cool!
Now, as for our mysterious "twins-" clones? One Kasady from our time? Nano-tech or Red? One and the same? Could it be that America's nano-tech originated with a study of the symbiotes (organic polymers, they say- whatever that is- but let's face it, syms could only function as they do if they were nano-composed)? So maybe they've has our Kasady locked up all this time; and he's finally gotten out? But why two of them? Because twins are so sexy? Yeh, that must be it!
Nataku, this is the best work you've ever shown us. It rocks. I love the kill scene. Bad Clete's so perfectly written there- and his dialogue as he "motivates" Sad Clete is hilarious. I can feel his disgust, frustration, and yet he's still joking- the essence of Kasady; he doesn't let sh!t EVER get him down.
I'm looking forward to more.
ROBO, increase this man's paper and ink budget!