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Tim Nikias wrote:
>>...it seems the only people who live around here
>>are either illiterate rednecks or rich folks who
>>don't associate with the proletariat...I'll stop
>>my rambling at this point.
>
> What gave you that impression?
The fact that three of the four people that I
associate with with any frequency have stated
that they hate reading might have something to
do with it. What follows is WIP, text-style,
in need of heavy polish and general sorting.
Some is in kinda script-format 'cuz I want to
make it a graphic novel, or some junk...
As I said, it needs some heavy-duty polishing,
rewriting, etc...whatever.
1908.06.30
EXPLOSION IN TUNGUSKA, SIBERIA
1990.11.11
Andrea Pteskovic born in Lipetsk
2002.01.06
Alien Artifact Discovered 2 km Beneath Tunguska
2002.05.17
CITY FOUND IN BRAZIL
2002.11.02
Several Objects in Brazil City Same Material as Tunguska Artifact
2003.08.22
BRAZIL TEAM LOST, ENERGY BARRIER
2003.10.19
Advanced research base begins construction around storage facility; US,
Japan provide major funding
2005.01.03
Tunguska Base Staffed by Scientists from Russia, Brazil, US, Japan,
Israel, Sweden, Egypt, Chile, Belarus, Ukraine, Sudan, India
2006.03.16
Nadia engineered by science team from info. gained from artifact,
displays precognitive abilities, knowledge of alien technology, advanced
math ability
2008.11.11
Andrea Pteskovic enrolls in Air Force, becomes test pilot
2011.02.07
Tunguska base discovers derelict ship in orbit with help from Nadia
2013.03.31
Nadia transferred to aeroframe test corps outside of St. Petersburg
officially as navigation system specialist, unofficially to get to ship.
Andrea Pteskovic and Nadia assigned as roommates.
2014.06.22
Nadia 'merges' with SSTO computer system
2014.11.15
SSTO encounters alien ship
2014.11.16
ship blocks transmissions to Earth immediately after Nadia and Andrea board
2014.11.17
Nadia enters ship's computer core and goes into stasis, Andrea dies in
attempt to rescue her, ship begins modifying Nadia with cybernetics
2014.11.20
SSTO FAILS TO RETURN FROM TEST FLIGHT
2014.11.25
Nadia and Andrea assumed dead
2014.11.26
US & Russia begin to reduce Tunguska funding, minor participants recall
scientists
2014.12.13
Second Nadia engineered secretly
2018.05.01
Nadia B begins to have flashes of Nadia's vision
2019.10.04
Nadia B realizes that Nadia is still alive
2022.08.22
BRAZIL ENERGY BARRIER VANISHES, LEAVING CRATER
2024.12.20
Nadia B runs away to find Nadia
2024.01.16
ISS2 CREW RETURN VEHICLE STOLEN
2024.02.08
ISS2 CREW & TUNGUSKA SCIENTISTS INTERCEPT ALIEN SHIP
2024.02.10
INTERNATIONAL UPROAR OVER 'NADIA'
2024.02.24
ALIEN SHIP BROUGHT TO EARTH
2024.03.04
Alien Ship Dismantled, Components To Be Studied
2024.03.08
Computer core with Nadia in stasis used as base mainframe
2024.07.10
Attempt to merge Nadia B with alien cybernetics
2024.08.02
Nadia B's body rejects cybernetics, she dies
2024.08.03
US & Russia pull the rest of their funding of Tunguska
2025.11.20
US/Russia try to disband Tunguska science team, Japan/Brazil refuse
2025.12.04
US, RUSSIA MILITARY SENT TO DISBAND TUNGUSKA BASE
2025.12.11
Nadia pulled from stasis
2025.12.13
TUNGUSKA BASE DESTROYED
2026.01.01
Nadia enters physical rehabilitation program
2029.08.20
Nadia enters public school system
2032.01.10
Alien forces attack and destroy Mars exploration ship
2032.03.01
Nadia asked by UN to run ship based on Alien technology
Name:
????? QUIDAM
Ht.:
158 cm
Wt.:
44 kg
BWH:
82.55.82
Born:
16 Mar. 2006
Hair:
Silver
Eyes:
Red
Blood:
O
2025.12.11
View of Nadia in chamber over shoulder of UN Peacekeeper wearing tan
jumpsuit and blue beret carrying semiautomatic rifle.
Special agent wearing in metallic bodysuit pulls Nadia from suspension
chamber.
Nadia falls on the floor with a dull thud, curls halfway into fetal
position, gags up chamber fluid.
Soldier touches shoulder comm, calls for a medic.
Medic in form-fitting white body armor, digital headset, bulky med-arm
on right forearm runs in, stumbles and cries out when she sees Nadia.
Medic kneels, cradles Nadia's head in her lap, puts fingers of against
Nadia's neck.
Nadia cries out, twists away from medic, smacking head against concrete
floor.
Nadia pushes herself up onto hands and knees, looks up, tears of blood
running down cheeks.
2029.08.20
Bird's-eye view of apartment building with downtown in distance, early
morning, steady rain drips from tree in courtyard of apartment complex,
autumn.
External shot of second-floor room.
Closeup of cheap fluorescent light flickering on wall.
View of end of a low bunk along wall, hand holding pull-chain of light.
Long view of room, bed along most of left, small refrigerator/microwave
unit far left, window with dark curtain covering occupying most of far
wall, small desk w/bookshelves above it in far right corner, closet
mid-right wall, open door to small bathroom fore right.
Line of light from between curtains falls on girl in bed.
Girl in large half-buttoned oversize blouse stirs, sits up, rubs eyes.
2025.12.13
The setting sun was low on the horizon when the soldiers raced away from
the facility, their breath forming clouds of vapor in the crisp and
frigid air. They placed Nadia in the back of a jeep and sped away. A
few minutes later, when the base could no longer be seen, a brilliant
orange fireball blossomed, giving the impression that there were two
sunsets. Then a low rumble permeated the air, and shook the vehicle.
Nadia stared out the back of the jeep silently at the dying fire of the
explosion.
2024.07.17
Nadia pushed open the door to her room and gazed into the dimness of the
night-green lit corridor. Uncertain, she backed up a few paces, and the
door sighed shut. After a few moments, she again opened the door and
examined her immediate surroundings. A long, dark hallway led into inky
darkness to her left and right, and there was a pale green light
spilling around the corner of another hallway on the opposite side of
the coridor a few metres to her right. She took a step, the metal of
her left foot clicking uncomfortably loud on the linoleum.
The door to the computer complex shushed open, and she entered the
darkened room. Nadia sat down at a terminal and turned it on. A few
moments later, the green phosphors glowed to life, and she flung herself
out into the sea of information.
Unable to sleep, Hokusai Tosa dolefully looked at the chronometer on the
wall and slurped cold coffee.
"+03:12 GMT...still another two hours left. Che . . . why did they
transfer me to this sector? I don't even know why they bother staffing
this watch point. There's never anybody around at this time of night,
unless there's something special going on, and then they have other guys
here . . ."
He flipped random switches on the monitor board. He stopped when he saw
the light from a terminal glowing in computer complex B. Turning to
another monitor, he rapidly pressed a few keys on a keyboard and frowned.
"What slob left their terminal on?" he wondered aloud. "I suppose
they'll chew me out if they find it on in the morning, so I have to go
turn it off myself...lousy job."
In the corner of her eye, Nadia saw the red LED blink on a security
camera. She fled the room. Looking over her shoulder while running,
Nadia failed to notice the man in the white coat walking towards her.
They collided in a heap.
"Ouf!" said the man. She scrambled to get up, but he was faster. He
grabbed her hand and helped her up.
2006.04.04
Suspended in the cylindrical genetic manipulation chamber, cradled by a
half-dozen umbilical cables which penetrate it at critical points, the
embryonic form slowly opens its eyes and twitches, slightly moving the
harness from which it hangs.
The light is bright. Green. Strobing between chilling darkness one
moment and blinding intensity the next. Breathing is a struggle. There
is nothing but pain.
White-suited technicians work at various consoles in the bright clean
room housing the genetic manipulation chamber, making modifications to
the DNA of the being contained therein.
The young girl floats, naked, in a two-metre-tall tank of viscous green
fluid. Several tubes snake from her slender form and collect in a large
tangled mass above her, disappearing into the solid ceiling of the
container. One of the tubes emerges from between her legs, and a thick
bundle of wires is embedded into the base of her neck. Her pale body
spasms periodically, and her mouth opens as if in a silent scream.
2024.07.10
The doctors stand over the girl lying, inert, on the cold steel table.
Nodding and conversing in low tones, they poke and prod her form
occasionally. One turns, and takes a vicious-looking sonic blade from a
nearby table, and begins to cut into the girl's flesh, starting at the
mastoid and working his way down her sternum and rib cage. The girl's
eyes snap open, pupils almost completely dilated, and she begins to
scream. Soon, the scream dies into a gurgling, choking sound, followed
by sharp gasps for air. Then she screams again, a thin, reedy wail, and
tears flow in rivers down her cheeks. Meticulously, the doctors go
about their work, vivisecting the girl, now removing her left leg.
Medical log, Dr. Yamashiro Akira, 10 Jul 2024, 14:56 JST
Primary removal process of subject's upper-left torso and left leg
successful. As per
standard procedure, the hybrid hominid was not given anasthesia, due to
the unpredictable nature
of the organism's reactions to those chemicals. Subject will be placed
on standard life support
system pending reconfiguration of modified artifact to better interface
with hominid form and the
new life-support systems. With luck, this one will survive off the
operating table long enough to
be analysed and stress-tested in various environments.
2024.07.16
The girl opened her eyes and sat up on the hard bed, bracing herself
upright with her arm.
Gulping air, she swung her feet around and down to the cold cement floor
three inches below.
Unsteadily, she stood up and looked around the room, eyes focusing and
refocusing in the
half-light. Seeing something across the room beyond a short counter,
she walked towards it.
Closer, she noted the shape of the figure, how it was coming her way.
She slowed down, as did
the object across the partition. She lifted her arm in a graceful
movement to reach out to the
figure, but froze when it did so as well. Cautiously, she moved forward
by degrees until her
extended index finger met the figure's index finger...and furrowed her
brow in confusion as she
felt a cool, metal surface. She examined the figure more closely. It
was the same height as her,
and its skin was the same pale colour. The right side of its face was a
hideous organic-metal
skull, and the right arm and leg were steely, ornate mechanisms. It
wore a flimsy cotton tank-top
which seemed too small, and simple panties. She looked down and noted
her garments were the
same...and...her arm... Shuddering, she backed away, trying to distance
herself from this...thing.
The other figure duplicated her actions exactly. She realized that this
other person was her,
somehow. She studied her face, the right side of her own face, which
was framed by a short bob
of silver hair. Her large pupil was encircled by a dark red iris. She
had a small, upturned nose,
full lips, and high cheekbones. Quickly peeking at the left side of her
face, then away, then back
again...in the eye socket was a round piece of metal with a glowing red
glass sphere in the
middle. Her stomach twisted inside her, and she bent over in pain, sobbing.
2024.07.14
What is this place? This feeling?
I don't know what this is. What is kindness?
Okaa-san!
What is 'okaa-san'? There is no such thing, for me.
What do you want?
Do I want anything? Why am I here?
...
Where is this place?
"Subject entering convulsive state upon injection of de-comatisers, EEG
and EKG erratic."
Cool breeze. Dew. Morning. The ivy climbing the stone wall of the
cottage, the swing on the
shaded front porch. The two great pine trees on either side, filtering
the bright sunlight. The
songs of birds, the gentle rustle of wind, the creak of the swing...
Where is this place? It feels like home.
Hot summer day, laying on a grassy hill watching the puffy clouds.
Strong birch trees nearby,
and a dusty path. Someone I know next to me, someone I care for, who I
know cares for me.
I don't know what this is. Is this happiness?
An ancient pagoda crouches among trees of still more ancient yew and
pine. Heavy rain falls,
blue mists shrouding the mountainous landscape. Frogs chirp from the
willow tree near the quiet
waters of the pond in the carefully-structured tea garden.
Why am I here?
2032.01.10
Nadia sits quietly on the bench overlooking the fountain in the small
square. Light snow falls, collecting in small drifts and swirling
around the feet of the faceless late-afternoon shoppers who rush to get
out of the cold. Her eyes glazed over, Nadia stares numbly at the
pigeons which flutter and peck about at her feet. With a stinging
thump, a dirty snowball smacks the right side of her face and falls,
leaving freezing particles and light scratches on her cheek. A short
distance away, a group of delinquints point and laugh jeeringly.
Coughing, Nadia lifts a hand to her bruised jaw, winces, and looks at
her hand, right eye widening. Turning her head to search for her
assailants, the youths who had thrown the snowball glimpse the dying
sunlight glinting from the skeletal metal form of thr left side of her
face and scatter, shouting. Her hand still pressed against her cheek,
Nadia turns her head and resumes staring blankly at the ground in front
of the bench.
Hours pass, and the lights which lace the bare trees begin to twinkle in
the winter night. The crowd of shoppers begins to thin, and the few
couples daring to brave the weather on intimate strolls come and go as
well. As the old clock at the back of the square chimes six times, the
last of the shopkeepers finish closing their businesses for the night,
and depart. Night descends, and still the lone figure of the young
cybernetic girl sits on the bench. Several hours later, a tall figure
wearing a dark coat saunters along the shadows of the encroaching shops
and waits a short while beneath a street lamp. Another figure, shorter,
passes by and hands something to the tall one. Both quickly scurry away
in different directions. Indifferent to whatever transaction just took
place, Nadia shifts her weight slightly, and waits.
--
Tim Cook
http://empyrean.scifi-fantasy.com
mirror: http://personal.lig.bellsouth.net/lig/z/9/z993126
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