TRON: Regenesis - Chapter 3TRON: Regenesis - Chapter 35 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chapter 3: ENCOM
Sam Flynn watched his computer shut down and rubbed his eyes; a year ago, he would have laughed if someone had told him he'd be sitting here, trying to manage a global company. A year ago, though, he'd believed his father dead, and all those bedtime stories of the Grid just that, stories. But now, here he was, trying to figure out a way to market the new office program that was affordable to the public and would still keep the board members happy with enough green to line their pockets. Staring at figures that had more zeros than he imagined had left him with yet another headache throbbing behind his eye, and he'd had enough. Grabbing his coat, he made to leave his office and head back the apartment.
"Mr. Flynn," called someone. Sam gritted his teeth and turned around. Ed Dillinger, still dressing like a mop haired hipster, was standing behind him, all impatient looking. Sam wo
TRON: Regenesis-Chapter 2TRON: Regenesis-Chapter 25 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chapter 2: Secrets
Tron waited till Pixie had gone back into her home and the only sounds were that of the Sea before sitting up again. The effort cost him, and he bit back a flash of anger at his weakness. It seemed like he'd been weak for so long, not just since being dragged out of the Sea. The images of innocent programs dissolving before him, because of him, danced in his mind, and he shook his head in an effort to get rid of them. The memories only got worse. Even when he closed his eyes, he could see the faces, the terror and pleading in their eyes as they silently begged to be spared. Then his discs ran them through.
"Stop," he hissed to himself, his fists balling up. As if his memory codes finally started to listen to him, the pictures from the past disappeared. Tron was alone once again.
The Sea stretched before him, a quivering mass of raw, unbridled data.
CongratulationsTest Chamber Seventeen was simple. GLaDOS highly doubted that this particular test subject would have any difficulties with it, since she had managed to complete the far more difficult Test Chamber Sixteen so quickly and easily.Congratulations5 years ago in Drama More Like This
All the subject had to do in this chamber was carry the Weighted Companion Cube, specially designed to coerce subjects into forming an attachment to it, through the chamber and use it to help her solve a few simple puzzles. Then at the end, the subject would have to abandon her beloved cube in an Aperture Science Weighted Companion Cube Receptacle, which was the real test. Most of the time, this caused test subjects to suffer a small bout of depression, sometimes complete with hysterical sobbing. GLaDOS couldn't wait to find out how this test subject would handle it.
"The Vital Apparatus Vent will deliver a Weighted Companion Cube in three two one "
As it fell out, the subject took a step backwards, narrowing her eyes at the cube wi
Connections"Here come the test results."Connections5 years ago in Drama More Like This
You never tell her the test results. What are you up to?
"You are a horrible person."
Oh, the homicidal computer is calling my daughter a horrible person? That would be funny if it weren't so sad. Stop it.
"That's what it says."
It doesn't say that. I can see the results too, you know.
"A horrible person."
I guess you don't know. Do you even know I'm here?
"We weren't even testing for that."
* * *
"Don't let that 'horrible person' thing discourage you."
You MADE IT UP! Leave her ALONE!
"It's just a data point."
No, it's NOT!
"If it helps, science has now validated your birth mother's decision to abandon you on a doorstep."
I swear to God, I'm going to kill you.
* * *
"I feel awful about that surprise."
"Tell you what. Let's give your parents a call right now."
You could let me talk to her. Just give me access to your speech processors. Please? J
Short, Sad Life Left - Part 11.Short, Sad Life Left - Part 15 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The doctors didn't know why Chell was sick, why her skeleton was deteriorating at an accelerated rate, but she herself knew perfectly well: it was the repulsion gel, the goddamned repulsion gel. The prerecorded voice had warned her not to get covered in itof course, that was about five minutes too late. She'd managed to wash it off in a stream of water several chambers later, but by then it had already done its damage.
Now, six months later, she was dying. She knew that, and she knew that she didn't have very much time left. What a strange twist of fate it was that she'd survived GLaDOS's testing been released, evenonly to have it kill her when she was safely away from all things Aperture.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. While she had burned the official Aperture clothing she was wearing when GLaDOS let her go, Chell had kept the Companion Cube. She didn't know why, but for some reason, it still comforted her. So even in this hospital room at what she knew
my maskmy mask5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
sometimes my mask breaks
my mask that always smiles
through the cracks... tears flow
Bleach OC Bio: Kozue FukkashiBleach OC Bio: Kozue Fukkashi4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Hiragana: こずえ 風花し
Age: Physically about 14
Birthday: February 22
Weight: 115 lbs
Blood type: A
Relatives: Drazon Fukkashi (Father), Miki Fuyuno (Mother)
Affiliation: Gotei 13, Soul society.
Occupation: 3rd seat of the 9th division.
Base of operations: Division 9 barracks, seireitei, soul society.
Appearance: Kozue is at an average height and weight for his age. He has brown eyes which he inherited from his Father. His hair is a dark forest green, which flips out in all directions and is rather messy. His bangs are side swept and longer pieces of hair in front frame his face.
Kozue wears the regular shinigami uniform but with a high collar. He wears fingerless gloves and keeps his zanpakuto tucked into the right side of his sash.
Personality: Upfront Kozue i
Peacetime Songs or EuthanasiasI wanted a war-time melody for the aching ears of all the people who silently protest the military efforts of our time; a song to soothe, a flood of words in which to drown our battered hopes, for their mercy. So I conjured in my rib-caged eye the images of war,Peacetime Songs or Euthanasias3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the open minds of fallen soldiers, spilling New York and Los Angeles, Moscow and Baghdad onto the streets of anywhere; their mouthing wounds elevating cries into the city stench of gunpowder blackened buildings; the look on their eyes when the true meaning of damage and collateral crashes into their fleshy souls, begging in curses, wailing arms at them for a redraw of the cards: You instead, not my little boy! But every soldier is a little boy,
and as I saw them huddled beside Humvees, warding cold deserts with divine stories of mundane happenings at hometown proms, repeating to themselves this weapon is lighter than a wrench; as I saw them mourning for the friends that wouldn't recognize them, returned, victorious shells, I re
Eulogy for Sergeant AJ JohnsonEulogy for Sergeant AJ Johnson6 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Sergeant Major Avery Junior Johnson was undoubtedly the most badass soldier to live aside from the Master Chief Spartan 117.
Avery Johnson's behavior seems to be eccentric, often delivering outlandish speeches to boost the morale of those serving under him. However, as shown in Contact Harvest, when it came down to it, he was a no-nonsense NCO, who, although caring deeply for his troops, pushed them hard during training. He first came into our world back in 2001 with the release of HALO: Combat Evolved, where he delivered his most well known speeches.
"Men, we led those dumb bugs out to the middle of nowhere to keep 'em from getting their filthy claws on Earth. But, we stumbled onto something they're so hot for, that they're scrambling over each other to get it. Now I don't care if it's God's own anti-son-of-a-bitch machine or a giant hula-hoop; We're not gonna let them have it! What we will let them have is a belly full of lead and a pool of their own blood to drown i
TRON: Regenesis - Chapter 1TRON: Regenesis - Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: Rescue
"GET BACK HERE!"
Pixie ignored the infuriated roar, her feet pounding the sleek street so hard she was surprised that it wasn't cracking. Four other figures ran alongside her, all sprinting away from the owner of the voice. A pack bounced on the back of the head runner, and Pixie reminded herself that they needed it. It still didn't make the knots in her stomach go away.
"Pixel, will you keep up!" snapped the program just ahead of her, glaring. Pixie scowled, and picked up her speed. Getting separated out here would probably result in deresolution, and that was not something she was particularly eager to experience. Hell, the guy they'd stolen from had probably called some of the new 'security'. They'd have to get on something faster than feet pretty quick if they were going to make a clean getaway.
As if answering her thoughts, she was handed baton. Almost without
The Deal"You work for Black Mesa."The Deal5 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was the single most accusatory thing Chell had ever heard the AI say, and she gulped, then nodded, feeling ashamed even though she knew she had no reason to. She was an adult, after all. She could work where she damn well pleased.
"Why?" And now GLaDOS sounded almost hurt. Chell gave a small shrug of her shoulders.
"It's the single best place to work for a Physics major. There's no other company around that can even come close to competing with it. Working there, I can help with some of the greatest scientific breakthroughs of our time." The speech sounded rehearsed even to her, and Chell realized just how much she'd been dreading talking to GLaDOS about this.
Narrowing her optic, the AI jerked her head closer to Chell, who gulped again but didn't back away. "The only way Black Mesa ever got anywhere was by stealing Aperture technology."
"Yeah, well, that was then," Chell said defensively. "And this is now. Sure, they don't have anythi
Sweet DreamsI dream, those sweet killing dreamsSweet Dreams5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where blades cut through innocence,
and I watch the elastic flaps of flesh snap back-
creating beautiful, red, gaping wounds.
Grinning like the mouth of a waterfall-
a deluge of crimson rushes forth,
from the slit of a smile I sliced into skin.
Delicious dreams of killing sprees,
where the only survivor is me,
and finally the world is quiet, serene.
Nightly adventures into masochistic extremes,
ripping the ripening lies out of screaming mouths
yanking out their torturous tongues of deceit.
Oh, how I love to sleep
to let my conscious die for awhile,
and dream my sweet killing dreams.
Portal 100 Themes 1-5 1. NamesPortal 100 Themes 1-55 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Okay, I'm going to be bloody honest with you," The blue-eyed personality core above her sig
Portal 100 Themes - Worse100 Theme Challenge #60 - WorsePortal 100 Themes - Worse4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I hope you brought something stronger than a portal gun this time."
Play it cool, GLaDOS. Easy. Don’t panic. Don’t get paranoid. Just…go according to the plan.
"Oh. You were busy back there, weren’t you?"
Yes, I know how busy. Don’t think I wasn’t watching. Don’t think I didn’t know.
"If I were you, I’d take a deep breath. And hold it."
Stick to the plan. No neurotoxin. No turrets. She’ll think she’s bested me. And then I’ll pretend to give up and let her go. I’ve already installed the elevator. It should be no problem at what?!
Warning: Central Core is 80% corrupt.
“Funny. I don’t feel corrupt. In fact, I feel pretty good."
Alternate core detected!
No. No, this can’t be happening. He’s…going to ruin everything! All my hard work my plan! Surely she won’t
Portal 2 - The Easiest WayPortal 2 - The Easiest Way4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As usual, she does not speak a word. This time, however, there is a high chance it is not stubbornness.
It is something so new, so unexpected, that you would tease her till the end of the world before keeping in count the fact that she cannot hear you you love teasing, you always did. But not now.
"Hey, hey. What's wrong with this chamber? It is so simple, you know you can do it. Don't you try saying you're not smart enough okay, you may be right. But are you telling me you're too stupid to even stand up? Seriously.”
You admit it, there is way too much acid in this place, and old Aperture gels cannot lack of side-effects. Breathing must not be fun here you are glad you don't have lungs. But she does, and the Portal Gun is stuck on the ground with you, surrounded with the blood she has coughed up for minutes.
Little suspect, more certainties. You would have liked it once; you definitely don't like it here and now.
"Oh, come on! In case you forget, you k
I Won"GIR!" Silence. "GIR!" The voice was shrill, demanding; however, it wasn't heeded. A contacted eye, as the one in question had just returned from skool, twitched before conceding. "Fine. You can have… your 'piggy'."I Won9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A squeal erupted from the over hanging wires and a metallic body screamed downward, attaching itself to the green boy's head.
"GIR!" The robot continued its 'hugging' and didn't release its master. The master sighed while placing a clawed hand to his forehead. His words were, as he'd say, 'crafty'. "Yes… Gir. You'll get your piggy-" The robot squealed, "but…"
The robot jumped to the ground, facing its master, its false eyes watering, "But? Buuut? But what master!? What do I have to dooo… I need the piggy. I needs him good…"
The alien face, falsely disguised, grinned. Finally. "What GIR? What do you need to do?" He tapped his claw against his waist before scowling, "You need to go up to the ground floor, GIR. And
Portal 2 - MeritIt isn’t the first time you think you are done for. It is definitely the worst.Portal 2 - Merit6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You are still dizzy with pain, and your thoughts half disconnected, when you see just how powerless you are. The space is simply too tight for you to bear. The fog of your fear, so dense just moments ago, wanes by the second, to be replaced by complete emptiness.
You really are nothing now, aren’t you?
Just as you are struck by the weight of it, a bell nags the back of your mind. You could still pull yourself together, if you had one shred of will to fight. Or so that part of you believes.
It would be ridiculous, you immediately spit back. What would the odds to win be?
Despite yourself, you are forced to feel it. Your few active processes tell you, and you have no room left for doubt. Without your eternal belief in yourself, the space you are crammed in feels even smaller.
It must be over for sure. You have lost the foundations you built your whole world on – confidence.
RelativityIt made no sense, in all honesty. The notes of Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 5 in D major danced through the air, the pacing a soft flurry. Not bad for a first try. Mozart's fifth concerto had been his very first of his own complete doing. It served as a declaration of identity, but it was not his finest work. GLaDOS' thoughts ran at the same quick pace as the concerto, their current subject, although not necessarily new, was rather vexing. It tilted slightly in the direction of a paradox. As a precaution, she kept her time short. Once this piece was to end, she would no longer think on it.Relativity3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The lithograph print was well-executed, no disputing it. The lines were completely straight, the shapes perfectly proportioned. The area's dimensions practically caused the illustration to leap off the page, but this was no surprise, given its aforementioned elements. To the untrained eye, the picture appeared to be at a slight slant, the blank, featureless human figures distorted in their movements a
Failsafe -- Chapter OneShe hated machines.Failsafe -- Chapter One5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was understandable, after all that had happened. But that hadn't stopped Black Mesa from giving her a job fixing them. She had a sort of gift for it, they had said. It was true, but really, they probably just couldn't think of anywhere else to put her. Still, it had been about six months now, and she supposed she was getting used to it.
But today the higher ups had called her to help Zed, again. And, again, at some absurd hour she preferred not to recall. Chell was fairly certain no one got used to him. Her face twisted apprehensively as the door to his lab slid open. Normally, the place was bustling with scientists, but at Some Absurd Hour, Zed was the only one around. He was frantically tinkering with a machine about three or four times his size. Stepping through the threshold, Chell reached to her right and knocked on the wall
"Oh!" Went the scientist, followed by an awful sort of clang when he jumped and his head connected with the metal machine above
Still Alive Chell's VersionThis was a triumphStill Alive Chell's Version5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But I can't make the note here: Huge success
I just don't have that much satisfaction
They say that they do all that they can
But what about all the people who are already dead?
Though there's no sense crying over all those mistakes
I just can't keep trying to keep getting that cake
There's too much science to get done
Just to finish this gun
For the person who is
She says she's not angry
She says that she's so sincere right now
But she is the one
Who tried to kill me
And tear me to pieces
She even tossed me into a fire
Yet I didn't burn although it would
Make her oh-so-happy then
I don't get that data inside that AI's mind
But she should stay in beta,she can't come out this time
'Cause I almost got burned
Despite all those things I learned
When I was trying to be
I tried to leave her
But she kept on dragging me inside
If only there's somebody that will help me
Maybe Black Mesa
Like that'll happen
*sigh* Fat chance...
Portal - DifferentPortal - Different4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
6.45 am, the alarm screams.
Is it Wednesday? Thursday? You can't even remember. All of your days are dully similar the best you can do to survive their suffocating routine is yawn in their face, the same way every morning.
Now go wash your face, get dressed and open your door, to walk out and spend the next eight hours at your dusty desk. You hate living in that office. It is boring and monotone, like everything else is.
You still don't know what you want to do with your existence; it may seem a bit late, yes, but you do not like this routine at all. That is why, every morning, you wake up fifteen minutes earlier to have breakfast in the café a moment of relax, a distraction from your life. And then there is the girl.
She truly came out of nowhere. She appeared at the coffee house early one day, as indifferent as if she had always been working there. You never changed your daily habits since you saw her; for every morning, while you peek at her from behind the newspaper,