The vesalius project
It is eerily quiet in the wrestling locker room. The carnage of that evening’s bloodshed has been washed off the walls and even the cleaners have gone home for the night. The only light is the neon glow of the drinks machine in the far corner.
Suddenly there is a blinding flash, followed by a popping noise and the smell of burning flesh. Out of the darkness a cloaked figure emerges, looking all the more menacing thanks to the electric red glow of the cold cathode tubes in the coke machine. The figure looks around and lifts a finger to one ear as if trying to keep an earpiece from falling out.
“Olivaw to base. I seem to be in some sort of gym locker room. This is definitely nothing like the Caribbean resort I went on holiday to last year. I think we must have got the wrong I.P address.”
The shrouded figure stretches and his bloodshot eyes scan the room in a desperate attempt to make sense of where he is. All the while, inside his skull, his brain is receiving messages from the usenet irc chat room he has running on the internet 24 hours a day. (Dal net, random server #Olivaw)
“ok, ok guys, calm the chat down” he says inside his head. The message instantly appears on the chat room and is read by the 50 or so users logged in to it. “what’s that Lod/H? Oh, I’m in a wrestling federation locker room?”.
He slowly moves around the room, scanning the walls his eyes fall on a series of framed photos.
“What the…..these are monsters! Even wrestlers don’t look as freakish as this motley bunch!!” Olivaw began to tremble and he put a shaky finger back up to his ear. “You have to get me out of here now. I really don’t want to encounter any of these freakish creatures. Are you getting the live feed from my retinal implant? Good, ping the ip address and get me out of here”
At that moment a loud bang from outside the locker room make Olivaw spin round, fear etched across what little organic face he still has. His finger firmly planted in his ear, he screams, rather stupidly, “get me outta here NOW!!!”
He hears footsteps outside the door, getting louder. Olivaw backs away in total panic, trying to hide in the dark shadows of the wall furthest from the door as the handle slowly turns….
In a quiet lab hundreds of miles away a hand reaches over to the computer on which the elderly gentleman had been following the proceedings of the last few minutes and presses “return”. On the screen the words “Vesalius project, log off successful” appear. The gentleman allows a slight grin to fracture his otherwise emotionless face as he settles back in his chair to watch the carnage begin.
Introducing Daneel Olivaw
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Daneel Olivaw
Introducing Daneel Olivaw
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Brand-X
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- Location: UK
Re: Introducing Daneel Olivaw
Brandon bounced along the corridor still looking for a vending machine that would dispense a half decent cup of tea, he'd made sure that Falcon hadn't followed him after his attack of pin pin, when he heard a screech that sounded rather feminine. Being a sucker for a damsel in distress, as they were easier to manipulate and therfore easier to get into bed.
As he crashed dramatically through the door he was disappointed to see a weird looking half man half machine...well...thing was all he could manage to describe it but it was near a vending machine and he was getting fed up of wandering around the large disorientating building. The testostorone washing around the place made him feel slightly queasy.
He waved his hand in an odd, airy gesture. It was Brandons way of greeting strange people he wasn't sure of, it was obvious the thing was terrified of him. Maybe it was his hair? No thought Brandon, who on Earth would be frightened of his gorgeous coiffed hair? Well nevermind, he stepped hesitantly forward with one hand offered out in a handshake gesture. When the man squeaked in fear, Brandon withdrew his hand quickly, worried the man might be sick on it or something. He spoke stutteringly at him in the vain hope he could understand the English language.
"Err..um...'scuse me, me old feller. Could you possibly move to one side? I'd like to use the machine thingy behind you."
He made large swirling gestures as though trying to communicate with a complete moron. Eventually, Daneel moved to one side allowing the strange man to walk carefully by him as though he was a slimy, squishing thing. Daneel had finally realised the man ment him no harm but Brandon had already pegged the man as a complete loon as he appeared to be talking to himself. He kept throwing furtive looks over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't trying to sneak up on him. Eventually Brandon managed to work the machine and had to wrestle with the ringpull on the can of cola, he eyed Daneel curiously. A voice in his brain kept urging him to do it. Go on, it said, pin pin.
Brandon pulled out a pin and lunged at Daneel getting him in the back of the hand before yelling...
"PIN PIN!!"
He giggled insanely and then ran for it disappearing down the dark corridor...
As he crashed dramatically through the door he was disappointed to see a weird looking half man half machine...well...thing was all he could manage to describe it but it was near a vending machine and he was getting fed up of wandering around the large disorientating building. The testostorone washing around the place made him feel slightly queasy.
He waved his hand in an odd, airy gesture. It was Brandons way of greeting strange people he wasn't sure of, it was obvious the thing was terrified of him. Maybe it was his hair? No thought Brandon, who on Earth would be frightened of his gorgeous coiffed hair? Well nevermind, he stepped hesitantly forward with one hand offered out in a handshake gesture. When the man squeaked in fear, Brandon withdrew his hand quickly, worried the man might be sick on it or something. He spoke stutteringly at him in the vain hope he could understand the English language.
"Err..um...'scuse me, me old feller. Could you possibly move to one side? I'd like to use the machine thingy behind you."
He made large swirling gestures as though trying to communicate with a complete moron. Eventually, Daneel moved to one side allowing the strange man to walk carefully by him as though he was a slimy, squishing thing. Daneel had finally realised the man ment him no harm but Brandon had already pegged the man as a complete loon as he appeared to be talking to himself. He kept throwing furtive looks over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't trying to sneak up on him. Eventually Brandon managed to work the machine and had to wrestle with the ringpull on the can of cola, he eyed Daneel curiously. A voice in his brain kept urging him to do it. Go on, it said, pin pin.
Brandon pulled out a pin and lunged at Daneel getting him in the back of the hand before yelling...
"PIN PIN!!"
He giggled insanely and then ran for it disappearing down the dark corridor...
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~~~~~~~ Brand - X ~~~~~~~
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Daneel Olivaw
Re: Introducing Daneel Olivaw
Daneel got to his feet and ran to the door of the locker room, “excuse me, hey come back”. It was too late, the lunatic had already disappeared down the corridor into the darkness. Daneel turned his gaze inwards so he could focus on the mental image of the chatroom in his brain.
Oli: What was that all about then?
Lod/h: dunno mate, did he hurt you?
Oli: Yeah. Son of a bitch managed to get me on an organic part of my hand
Spambot: cam girls here: http://www.slutsrus.com
*chatbot_one kicks spambot from #olivaw*
oli: bloody spammers get everywhere. Do you think that bloke is harmless?
Lod/h: best to play safe until we know where you are. Hari seldon is trying to get a fix on your location
Oli: ok, cheers. I’ll take a look round to see if I can find a way out of here
Lod/h: ok, but be careful. BTW where has Calvin gone. He has logged out and I thought he was controlling this whole experiment?
Oli: don’t know but I hope he logs back on soon, without him at the controls I have no way of uploading myself out of this place.
Daneel stood up and scanned his eyes around the room trying to decide what to do next. He moved slowly out of the locker room and into the dark, empty corridor that lay beyond the door through which the strange, hyperactive character had just disappeared. Unsure of what to do next, daneel decided that the best bet was to go the way that the lunatic had just gone in the faint hope that he would find the way out and get away from this hell hole before daylight. He inched his way slowly down the corridor keeping himself close to the wall.
As he moved his eyes constantly scanned the walls. All this was instantly broadcast on a live stream on his website via a microscopic webcam implanted in the back of his eyes. This was a result of an experimental project he had began 5 years ago which he had named The vesalius Project, to connect his body permanently to the internet using implants. Already he had his brain permanently online. Not only could anybody with the correct URL and password access everything he had stored in his brain, including a live feed of all his thoughts as they happen. He could also download anything from the Internet directly into his brain and so become an instant expert in whatever subject he chose. The only problem with this is that, while he can download, for example, a complete encyclopaedia of wrestling moves, he only has the theory. He still has to practice them to be able to physically perform them with any degree of expertise.
As he walked he got constant feed back from his chatroom about the building he was in. by the time he arrived at the end of the corridor he already knew all there was publicly to know about the creature wrestling federation and all the wrestlers on the roster, and he didn’t like the sound of any of it. Imagine his horror when he opened the big door he had now arrived at, hoping to find himself in the car park, but actually finding himself staring down at the main arena, complete with wrestling ring.
“oh god, this is the main arena, not the exit” he exclaimed as his eyes were drawn to down to the ring, bathed in an eerie red, glowing light. “funny, there are no lights on in the auditorium yet the ring is pulsing red. What’s going on?”
Daneel moved cautiously closer, taking great care to stay hidden in the shadows provided by the seating. What he saw in the ring froze him instantly, a look of complete terror on his face. Some creature was down there in the ring! At first Daneel thought it was praying, but as his eyes adjusted to the light he realised the creature was not praying…. it was feeding…
Oli: What was that all about then?
Lod/h: dunno mate, did he hurt you?
Oli: Yeah. Son of a bitch managed to get me on an organic part of my hand
Spambot: cam girls here: http://www.slutsrus.com
*chatbot_one kicks spambot from #olivaw*
oli: bloody spammers get everywhere. Do you think that bloke is harmless?
Lod/h: best to play safe until we know where you are. Hari seldon is trying to get a fix on your location
Oli: ok, cheers. I’ll take a look round to see if I can find a way out of here
Lod/h: ok, but be careful. BTW where has Calvin gone. He has logged out and I thought he was controlling this whole experiment?
Oli: don’t know but I hope he logs back on soon, without him at the controls I have no way of uploading myself out of this place.
Daneel stood up and scanned his eyes around the room trying to decide what to do next. He moved slowly out of the locker room and into the dark, empty corridor that lay beyond the door through which the strange, hyperactive character had just disappeared. Unsure of what to do next, daneel decided that the best bet was to go the way that the lunatic had just gone in the faint hope that he would find the way out and get away from this hell hole before daylight. He inched his way slowly down the corridor keeping himself close to the wall.
As he moved his eyes constantly scanned the walls. All this was instantly broadcast on a live stream on his website via a microscopic webcam implanted in the back of his eyes. This was a result of an experimental project he had began 5 years ago which he had named The vesalius Project, to connect his body permanently to the internet using implants. Already he had his brain permanently online. Not only could anybody with the correct URL and password access everything he had stored in his brain, including a live feed of all his thoughts as they happen. He could also download anything from the Internet directly into his brain and so become an instant expert in whatever subject he chose. The only problem with this is that, while he can download, for example, a complete encyclopaedia of wrestling moves, he only has the theory. He still has to practice them to be able to physically perform them with any degree of expertise.
As he walked he got constant feed back from his chatroom about the building he was in. by the time he arrived at the end of the corridor he already knew all there was publicly to know about the creature wrestling federation and all the wrestlers on the roster, and he didn’t like the sound of any of it. Imagine his horror when he opened the big door he had now arrived at, hoping to find himself in the car park, but actually finding himself staring down at the main arena, complete with wrestling ring.
“oh god, this is the main arena, not the exit” he exclaimed as his eyes were drawn to down to the ring, bathed in an eerie red, glowing light. “funny, there are no lights on in the auditorium yet the ring is pulsing red. What’s going on?”
Daneel moved cautiously closer, taking great care to stay hidden in the shadows provided by the seating. What he saw in the ring froze him instantly, a look of complete terror on his face. Some creature was down there in the ring! At first Daneel thought it was praying, but as his eyes adjusted to the light he realised the creature was not praying…. it was feeding…
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