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Interval 13.0 Supply and Demand
April 23, 2007
1400, Seattle WA
Hoyle Enclave / Penthouse
He couldn't help but notice that Wallace's hair was growing whiter by the week, now. Perhaps the strain really was getting to him, David Hoyle doubted it was natural.
Of course there really wasn't anything natural about the situation, so that would follow. He tried to keep his sense of humor intact, as Wallace's got thinner and thinner. His patience was running out though; Breen was smart, smarter than he showed during these moments. Why wouldn't he use that intelligence?
"Just try and relax a little, Wallace," Hoyle said, though he knew it wouldn't really help. It never had.
Hoyle's Seattle enclave was a very nice place. Very relaxing, made with expert hands and designed to accommodate many needs. The penthouse where he himself resided played host to parties and vacationing friends, the numerous hotel-like suites below it rented out on occasion to conventioneers and dignitari
March 23, 2009
Time Stamp Inconclusive, Location Unknown
Specific Location Unknown
It wasn't quite an office, because it wasn't in the slightest real. But Wilson watched his elder pacing back and forth in what looked to be a sparsely appointed executive office room, around an imposing and gorgeous black-marble-topped desk. It was a nice enough desk that Wilson didn't dare put his booted feet up on it, even though that was what he wanted to do, and even though it wasn't real. The only incongruous item was an unmarked black and gold briefcase that sat near the edge of the desk, closed.
The room was quiet; any sounds were illusory anyway but had any of them been real, the thick black carpeting would have muffled footsteps and swallowed up voices. There were two dark-colored leather chairs, one behind the desk, unused, the other wheeled toward the center of the rectangular room. Four slender, black marble art deco style lamps splayed light into arc
March 22, 2009
0830, Fairport, AL
Enrichment Center / North Physical Fitness Facility
Eden had done as much as she could to the grounds, but there would never be a doubt that something big had happened here. Over the last few months she'd been trying to coax the turf to do something other than die, finally giving up and asking for new grass seed from the Armacham folks. Since they weren't exactly going to be using it as a football field, and it was hardly going to be worth anyone's while to fix that massive hole in the middle of it, Eden had taken it upon herself to at least make it 'pretty'.
There was a forty-foot wide hole in the football field, but over it was a copse of trees, magnolias and mulberry mixed with shrubs that had crept of their own volition onto the unkempt grounds. One or two of the trees were woven into the sloped ground, preventing the slab from falling back into place. That slab had been angled only slightly in the three years before, bu
May 24, 2006 (Earth-Date used)
Time Stamp Inconclusive
Xen, Exact Location Unknown
Colors were not important, but they had names none the less. An indigo blanket of darkness was interrupted with blots of bright orange, variegated greens, flecks of red. Smears of lacy yellow converged around ungainly groupings of violet and copper. Clouds of gas, in a deep night sky a night that never ended, for there was no single sun to light it. Distant stars blinked from behind a veil of dust, and clusters of whorled, half-lit infant suns burst through in streamers from a massive globular pocket of particles.
Sounds rang through the ever-present hum of the world itself. Its vibration was so low and deep that it might have been mistaken for breath. The entire area slowly undulated as though suspended within liquid, making any sounds seem quite close. Calls of creatures that glided through the infinite sky echoed below, across broken surfaces. Some noises came from those surfaces
April 20, 2008
1900, Fairport AL / 1800, Black Mesa, NM
Enrichment Center / BMRF
They waited until the bulk of the Armacham folk cleared out of the building, up above in the communal rooms, before making even one more move. The kids as well as the adults had to settle themselves somehow they were all now aware that the biggest single jump of technology in Human history had just been made...
And they could not share it with anyone.
That fact put a faint damper over their celebration below, in the Containment Unit. However, as the Armacham scientists and guards went out for the evening to drive a short while on recently-renovated roads out to their newly-built and equally-temporary housing, the feeling of euphoria spread through every one of the telepaths. Into each of them a kernel of pride blossomed. They'd done it again, they did the impossible. The epic.
The fact that Lambda Labs had a functional teleport system up and running to and f
Repurposed 12.0 Lost and Found
Interval 12.0 Lost And Found
April 20, 2008
1100, Fairport AL / 1000, Black Mesa, NM
Enrichment Center / BMRF
Though there were plenty of grownups on hand upstairs, the Enrichment Center's lower depths were entirely off limits to most of the adults. It was Sunday, many of those adults were relaxing in the renovated recreation rooms and trying to make friends with some of the children. Most were failing at that last task, because in the nearly two years since the Synchronicity Event, these children had learned not to trust in their elders. Most on the unlikable list were Armacham scientists, and those who tried too hard to make friends with them.
But there were a few newcomers that caught the kids' fancy: the Dolans, particularly, but also with a few others in the PHEAR teams that had been abruptly re-assigned to this duty after the changes bought by that disaster. With the Portal Storms outside wreaking too much havoc to really bother with any small-time psychic issues, P
January 18, 1986
1630, Seattle, WA
Freeman Residence / Exact Location Classified
A small, black, metal object flew past Winslow Freeman's ear and embedded itself with great force into the kitchen wall over the counter. A moment went by before the red-haired and ginger-bearded man reacted. Had he really seen a hot-wheels car?
Yes, yes, there it was. Slightly smoking, the hole it had made in the drywall singed the wallpaper and was causing a slight smell. A faint crumbling of dust drifted down and Winslow moved his plate out of its way. He didn't dare touch it, try to get it out Not just yet anyway.
"Gordon, what have I told you about inside velocities?"
"Thorry dad," came the faintly insincere reply from the kitchen's open archway. Winslow turned, his son was standing there with something new in his hands, cradled like a trophy. Gordon's bright green eyes glittered, and there was a huge smile missing both front teeth to complete the picture.
"Didn't I g
August 2, 1996
0530, Fairport AL
Armacham Medical Compound / Exact Location Unknown
"Don't you think she's a bit young?" Dr. Green said, quietly. Harlan beside her narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. It was Disler who gave a slight grunt at her question.
"You've seen how she still cuddles those dolls, Rose," Marshall said, "she didn't put up much of a fuss."
"That's because she was unconscious," Rose muttered. "I think it's despicable doing this again."
"Yet you yourself worked with her genetics, and your own," Disler reminded her, "so please spare us the ethics lecture."
He was right, of course. Rose had very little leeway being five months pregnant with her own genetically engineered child. The second of those she'd assembled with Wade and Disler and the other scientists, the third she'd carry to term. But this time she wouldn't get to be a mother. Perhaps that was what kept her from fully accepting what was happening to Wade's girl. Sh
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