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- Jan 9, 2009
Mirani City, Jeak-Zi District â?? Sinora
Brooke Niao-Qing fingers danced across the keypad of her rig, a masterful ballet of keystrokes set to an orchestra that only she could hear. On the multi-screen setup, lines of code split and grew like something alive, and she could almost hear the program teasing apart beneath her skills, revealing the inner workings, the most pure forms of mathematical data one could imagineâ?¦ With a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, her keystrokes turned suddenly violent, a thousand digital knives that slashed at the program and tore it apart. She heard it scream, beg, spill all of its innermost secrets to her before dying quietly, hacked into bits. She uncaringly dissected it all layer by layer, storing each bit in the string of memory drives she had hooked up. This way she could analyze the program at her leisure, after she had a well-earned smoke.
With the wave of her hand, the micro-thin displays dimmed and powered down, leaving her in the darkness of her room. â??Lights, Dim.â? She whispered, and the softest glow warmed in the light strips on the walls. She walked across her room to the small balcony that barely blemished the buildingâ??s side. The city stabbed at the sky with its thousand-foot skyscrapers, drowning out the night in a hazy of artificial dawn. Sheâ??d never even seen a star â?? save for what they still taught in the schools. Her hand fell to her pocket and she pulled out a slim package of cigarettes. Tapping one into her open palm, she sighed and tapped it once against the railing to light it. The small ember winked to life, her own little light in this city of millions.
Lifting it to her lips, she took a drag and held it for a moment, before sighing the wisps of smoke away. She felt the relaxing flow of nicotine enter her system, and she took another lazy drag, tapping the ashes away over the balcony railing. Overhead, a patrolling helicopter thumped over the rooftops, the blinding searchlight panning over the apartment complexes below. She almost ducked her head out of instinct. Oftentimes, her computer skills were used in less-than-legal matters â?? hacking, database infiltration, breaking a program to find ways around it. Sheâ??d never do anything the harm the City, itâ??s all they had after all, but she still wanted to see the way it ticked. Still, those acts were highly illegal, and she could end up facing some serious penalties if she was ever caught.
She looked down at the cigarette in her fingertips before flicking it out over the balcony, the glowing tip crying out feebly in the dark before disappearing from sight. Turning back to her room, Brooke slid the door closed behind her. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her sweatpants and slid them down her pale-skinned thighs, stepping out of them. She likewise pulled off the thin, white T-shirt and cast it aside to the floor, leaving her dressed only in her panties. Her fingers curled around the small crescent moon pendant that hung from her neck on a chain. Plucking it from her neck, she set it aside on her desk before climbing under the covers of her bed.
â??Lights, Off.â? The lights dimmed to blackness, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the sweet veil of sleep to encase her.
Mirani City, Gaik-Lan Technical District â?? Sinora
Shangdi STI
Jung Lau-Koi was soon to be a murderer â?? that was, if you could give the title of life to a machine. A truly miraculous machine, but a machine nonetheless. It was not his place to question the decisions of those above him, for they were the ones that made sure that he and his family had food to eat and a roof over their heads. And once this project was completed, he was sure he would no longer have to worry about money ever again.
The GENESIS project â?? the worldâ??s first truly sentient android â?? designed to appear as human as possible, to ease the eventual integration into human society. Still in the prototype stages, they had made remarkable progress with â??herâ?? logic drives. Decades of culminated robotics research had gone into her creation, until they had finally achieved their goal. She was a miracle.
And she would die tonight.
As the prototype stage, she was being used to gather data for a more refined model, one that would also likely go through several more iterations before being finalized. Now that they had retrieved the data required from her, she was to be decommissioned. He sighed, scanning his chipped wrist against the door scanner and walking in as soon as it opened.
Brooke Niao-Qing fingers danced across the keypad of her rig, a masterful ballet of keystrokes set to an orchestra that only she could hear. On the multi-screen setup, lines of code split and grew like something alive, and she could almost hear the program teasing apart beneath her skills, revealing the inner workings, the most pure forms of mathematical data one could imagineâ?¦ With a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, her keystrokes turned suddenly violent, a thousand digital knives that slashed at the program and tore it apart. She heard it scream, beg, spill all of its innermost secrets to her before dying quietly, hacked into bits. She uncaringly dissected it all layer by layer, storing each bit in the string of memory drives she had hooked up. This way she could analyze the program at her leisure, after she had a well-earned smoke.
With the wave of her hand, the micro-thin displays dimmed and powered down, leaving her in the darkness of her room. â??Lights, Dim.â? She whispered, and the softest glow warmed in the light strips on the walls. She walked across her room to the small balcony that barely blemished the buildingâ??s side. The city stabbed at the sky with its thousand-foot skyscrapers, drowning out the night in a hazy of artificial dawn. Sheâ??d never even seen a star â?? save for what they still taught in the schools. Her hand fell to her pocket and she pulled out a slim package of cigarettes. Tapping one into her open palm, she sighed and tapped it once against the railing to light it. The small ember winked to life, her own little light in this city of millions.
Lifting it to her lips, she took a drag and held it for a moment, before sighing the wisps of smoke away. She felt the relaxing flow of nicotine enter her system, and she took another lazy drag, tapping the ashes away over the balcony railing. Overhead, a patrolling helicopter thumped over the rooftops, the blinding searchlight panning over the apartment complexes below. She almost ducked her head out of instinct. Oftentimes, her computer skills were used in less-than-legal matters â?? hacking, database infiltration, breaking a program to find ways around it. Sheâ??d never do anything the harm the City, itâ??s all they had after all, but she still wanted to see the way it ticked. Still, those acts were highly illegal, and she could end up facing some serious penalties if she was ever caught.
She looked down at the cigarette in her fingertips before flicking it out over the balcony, the glowing tip crying out feebly in the dark before disappearing from sight. Turning back to her room, Brooke slid the door closed behind her. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her sweatpants and slid them down her pale-skinned thighs, stepping out of them. She likewise pulled off the thin, white T-shirt and cast it aside to the floor, leaving her dressed only in her panties. Her fingers curled around the small crescent moon pendant that hung from her neck on a chain. Plucking it from her neck, she set it aside on her desk before climbing under the covers of her bed.
â??Lights, Off.â? The lights dimmed to blackness, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the sweet veil of sleep to encase her.
Mirani City, Gaik-Lan Technical District â?? Sinora
Shangdi STI
Jung Lau-Koi was soon to be a murderer â?? that was, if you could give the title of life to a machine. A truly miraculous machine, but a machine nonetheless. It was not his place to question the decisions of those above him, for they were the ones that made sure that he and his family had food to eat and a roof over their heads. And once this project was completed, he was sure he would no longer have to worry about money ever again.
The GENESIS project â?? the worldâ??s first truly sentient android â?? designed to appear as human as possible, to ease the eventual integration into human society. Still in the prototype stages, they had made remarkable progress with â??herâ?? logic drives. Decades of culminated robotics research had gone into her creation, until they had finally achieved their goal. She was a miracle.
And she would die tonight.
As the prototype stage, she was being used to gather data for a more refined model, one that would also likely go through several more iterations before being finalized. Now that they had retrieved the data required from her, she was to be decommissioned. He sighed, scanning his chipped wrist against the door scanner and walking in as soon as it opened.
