by ChubbyMooshroom9 » Sat Jul 13, 2019 2:46 pm
A man in a lab coat that goes down to his ankle sits hunched over a desk, seemingly scribbling something down furiously. Next to him are various gauges and monitors, with one showing some footage of what appears to be space and the brightly lit stars that illuminate the void. Footsteps approach from behind the man, and he turns his head. A warm smile spreads across his face, with some wrinkles under his eyes and a scar on his forehead, he looks like the dad you'd want to be playing football with you everyday after school.
"My, what brings you here? Shouldn't we be diligently working?" he taunts, keeping the smile across his face while following the woman, who ignored him, to a trash can, where she throws a costume in a garbage can in the far corner of the room. She looks down, fishes into her black lab coat, and pulls out a cigarette and puts it in her mouth, seemingly already being lit. She puffs it, closing her eyes.
"They escaped, dumbass. Can't you see from here? Or are you too invested in whatever that paper is to pay attention to our work?" She walks over to him, scrunches up the paper he was scribbling on, and Kobe's it into the garbage can. She smirks, which makes her look even more youthful that what someone would suppose of someone in their mid thirties. Her dark red hair also causes you to assume she wouldn't be this old.
He frowns. "In all fairness, there wasn't much work for us to do. Everything was sent out beforehand, and all we've been doing is observing. I figured we might as well prepare for what's next."
"Then at least don't pretend there's work to do, bastard," she playfully smiles, "So, what's going on? I came here to see how many people escape." She walks over next to line, and puts her hands on the desk, leaning over it looking at the camera in space. The man's eyes are glued to it as well. Despite their bickering, they seem to work well together and have common goals. He glances over at her imposing figure, despite being drastically shorter then him, sternly focusing on the camera. He chuckles.
"You'd have me thinking you genuinely wanted what's better for humanity if I hadn't known you." he replies. She continues to look on the screen.
"Well, one of us has to care about our lab rats to some extent," she retorts, not breaking focus. The man smiles, raises his hands up, and turns back to face the display. He is deep in thought now.
We've got a pretty safe value range. As long as more than 8 people escape, the force that the pods release on the asteroid will be more than enough to send it flying back whence it came, hopefully destroying whatever it comes in contact with. Of course, while less than 6 people wouldn't do this, the horizontal force would knock it out of orbit in a few days, but not after dropping fragments and potentially killing some people.
"Focus, you old geezer!" the woman yells.
Of course, the zone to be worried about is 6-8. The horizontal force can't counteract the forces of the--
"Did you die on me again?" she says concerningly, waving her hand in front of his face, He breaks from his trance, and goes back to observing the camera.
"No, I was just thinking."
'Good, because two have already gone past the camera." she replies, and he nods. They wait a while, doing nothing but watching the stars. A third one zooms past, and shortly after a 4th one. A few minutes later, a 5th one comes, and right behind that a 6th one. They wait, observing it quietly. Time ticks, and after a certain amount of time the woman stands up.
"They're fucked." she says, choking up slightly.
"Now, now. You've always been a little too compassionate. There are plenty of other sources for test subjects. We can always scrounge up the survivors. Or, just create or own" he smiles, not a hint of sadness in his voice. Mentally, he's disappointed, but views it nothing more than as a temporary roadblock. The woman begins to walk away.
"Bastard, you must be going senile. You clearly don't know me." she complains as he leaves. He chuckles, then goes to the trash can to pick up his work. It seems to be drawings of people, and plans on how to observe them.
"It was obvious once they hadn't escaped earlier. I'm too good at my job, creating superhumans." He leans back in his chair, stretching out.
"Well, this will certainly be an interesting environment to observe them. I can't lose." He leans forward, and switches the camera. An asteroid is speeding towards it. In a few seconds, it will collide. As it does, smoke begins to slowly cover the globe, procured by a small explosion. He smiles, but whether out of glee or a new opportunity it is hard to tell. He stands up, walking away.
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