Diorama by RM Monday Evkir Wolk plans to show a newly minted lightning fast RNA breeder virus gammoxin vs the hardy reproductive champ cockroach cell B3435. It'll be broadcast to 17 billion eyes all over the galaxy. It's an especially complex new virus and people are paying good money to see who will win. Evkir'd already done a test "fight" so she was pretty sure who'd win but she kept the secret to herself. She was good at secrets. She knew if she told one single person, the word would be all across the stars in five nanosecs. If the word slipped out about battle favorites, it's a pretty even match anyways. There's a definite chance that the "test winner" would be defeated! Evkir got into the business in 2030. She'd always been an entertainer but with the adventatgeous milieu of new sensors: micro eyes, wider frequencies sound range ears, and X50 hound power olfactory receptors, ALL the entertainers had to up the anti. No longer are the crowds thrilled by monster trucks, alligators attacking an unsuspecting human, high speed car chases through heavily populated areas. Now they want virus virus virus over coming a whole population of "abnormals"(usually beautifully laced sexual deviants). The public wants to see the sordid DETAILs. They want to see it from macro birds eye view to micro view. 90% of the population owns micro fly eye implants. These people love to watch red blood cells being over come by Vage virus, dying then flushed out system. The virus wars really bowl people over because often times the sound is deafeningly thunderous like rampaging elephants. The smell can be stronger than heaps of composting refried beans. A lot of people can't take the smell so they remix the olfactory input before it hits the receptors: orange is popular, coconut is also popular. Most entertainers have isolated micro labs in the "kitchenette" area but in 2036, Evkir had her upper arm replaced by a plastic diorama type L prosthetic arm and many of her micro events took place inside the sterile innards. Her lower arm still functions perfectly and controls the lab chemical mixes with minute precision movements of the fingers. Microbot wars were the next logical step after Battlebots, virus wars were the next step after microbot wars The entertainment industry knows that the masses loves violence. "Take a smart man's interests and water it down a little and you've got a hit on your hands". There are sooo many brilliant ideas and only a slim percentage of them ever make it into mass recognition. The advertising agencies know what is marketable. No company will advertise a flu virus that is killing an ugly bum. They want it to kill pretty ladies or children so emotion is whipped up and can milked easier by the same pharmaceutical calm companies who own most of the advertisement agencies. Quite frankly, most everything is owned by Xenfo Co. Pharmaceutical companies make top gross when people's Dr. Patches start pumping in calmchemicals. Dr. Patch is not really a patch like those old century smokers nicoteen patches, but that's where they got the idea. The first Dr Patch started out the size of a mole, then the upgrade was freckle size. You can always tell a Dr. Patch addict by the overabundance of freckles. Dr. Patches remix the chemicals directly from the surrounding environment so there is no actual cost on the calm chemicals but Xenfo Co. has a patent. People pay exorbitant amounts to get the upgrades when there is a change in air hormones. There are a lot of upgrades because there is the constant airborne drug war, between pharmecueticals(mostly owned by Xenfo). No one can tolerate normal "air" anymore, there would be dire consequences. To those of you interested, yes there are other brands besides Dr. Patch. There's Patchkit made by Conrafi Seco, and there is Big D made by the Moss Company. Little known fact is that these companies are also funded by Xenfo Co. These other brands are risky because Xenfo pays pharmeausuticals "so well" that "sometimes" the other brands (Patchkit and Big D) don't make quite the right chemical balance. "Sometimes" when you need to be really peppy and happy for a big important dinner, instead you go over the top and laugh a little too loud and a little too long about a joke that is not that funny and maybe in the worst case scenario, you choke on your food and vomit all over the table. This doesn't happen all the time or to everyone but there have been a few cases, enough to scare people slightly and pay a little extra to get the best: Dr. Patch! " Anyways. Boy was that a long winded sidetrack. Ah well, all's interesting in the world of chemistry. Today Evkir got in trouble from one of Reight. See she re-engineered his chemical mix O8KIOEK but didn't have time to figure it out enough to change it out of his "style". (*A certain percentage of people always have their eyes turned to Evkir's virus battles and so they can view the way she works. Open viewing is a high price for most but to other virus war specialists, it's given away. She has this same free invite, so sometimes, she "borrowed" the specs and did the experiment in hopes of quickly learning from what they built, without having to do the research. she knew who was good and who wasn't worth bothering with. She should ask first but when someone is not available for questioning, the lust for knowledge always gets the better of her. ) Luckily Reight only stayed mad about the mix 08KIOEK appropriation for about 5 nanos and then he was fine again. Not a hot head. Good thing for stable people. Back in flux and remain calm. The beauty of Reight's mixes really got her. He is brilliant. Things she is interested in like the reverse view mixes of minute 89078 win cell smashed with mill pods, he whips out in an instant, correct formulas, correct guesses. Can't be falling in love though, she already had the perfect mate. It must be lust. He is so young. His skin and muscle haven't been replaced yet even once, all original. He moves his body quickly and his add-ons are so well made that the grafting practically did not exist, real class. She had to stop looking at him with such desire - must remain loyal to her main stay, but the young man was a real temptuous dish. The drive is beyond belief, overworking her Dr. Patch to a level 2. She'd always had hi hormone drive. Ten men could satisfy her but who wants the stigmata of adulteress. Ah well. Maybe she'd ask her partner if she could have the young thing as a present. If he said no to a private affair then maybe he'd be interested in watching, or best case scenario, two on one. Next day was two days till Monday. Nothing worked today. Every little thing she tried to do hinged on three other vages working properly. NOTHING, not a thing worked right. Viruses got out and microbes invaded the food intake system and her Dr. Patch malfunctioned so she screamed and yelled and cried. An hour later Xenflo Co. sent out the latest upgrade and her Dr. Patch worked perfectly. Sunday Evkir Wolk broke the Sarc alegence of the Eye Union. The Sarc is a judge designated pact between two or more business partners that keeps all rotes in the still box instead of at your throat, ingested and infested, left to mildew in the mist. Rotes are manmade airborne organisms having the characteristics of insulation shards, they are very very dangerous when they are Not in the still box. The rotes are kept in the still box as psych pagers for a person. A person may be wandering about the halls or wading through paperwork and BLACKBIRT! the rote will call the person towards the still box like thirst calls one to the water cooler. The still box is a sitting hole where softness grows to caress and intoxicate the sitter and time runs both ways. Why every business has to have a Sarc Alegence is because stillness is more powerful than $$$. If one can keep still for long periods of time then ecstatic happiness without the side effects of an overworked Dr. Patch. Every Union member must go in their still box at least five times a day and stay there until stillness is achieved. Once stillness is achieved time may be explored, both backwards and forward and sometimes personal mistakes can be remedied up if the Rotes deem it worthy. Evkir had been going into the still box for three days non stop because of the stress of Monday's upcoming RNA breeder virus gammoxin vs the hardy reproductive champ cockroach cell B3435 Battle when she realized that the Rotes OUTSIDE THE STILL BOX would make a PERFECT villain against the digestive system of a 19th century dominatrix as she drank Technetium, a radioisotope used during xrays. This kind of show would draw billions because every body loved a good dom, everybody was paranoid about radioactivity AND EVERY BODY FEARED THE ROTES GETTING OUT OF THE STILL BOX. To steal Rotes from a still box, Evkir would have to go through the anonymous Pletdic lab, the mob who funded and created illegal anonymous eye entertainment. The Pletdic lab were pretty skilled, they could steal, borrow, or create from scratch nearly any existing virus, bacteria, or disease. has a 3000F phase shifting "viral" infection in the works that rivals any she'd seen. It could match the frequency of 129000 Trillion different materials simultaneously and destroy complex objects with phase friction. In the lab, during testing, it already destroyed one bridge, Ten birds, one suitcase full of water balloons, three ant eaters, and two bicentennial 20th century quarters. The scientists from Pletdic lab have a fascination with the 20th century. Probably because it was such a chaotic time and the present is very staid. Nothing ever happens, people sit and watch. Not very many people wander around because one place is as good as another. Dr. Patch creates always everywhere. Had to go do an errand for a friend in the upper northwest part of the region. travel north via Kansag flight methods. 10 minute travel time and when she arrived a mustached fat man named Pilxon met her at the station. He had a great dark humour due to loneliness and the effects of "making the best of a boring but lifelong job": An engineer with a love for math but not pushed very far to discover or learn. His coworkers were all apathetic and stuck in their rut jobs, slogging through life for money in order to keep their home secure. Evkir went to Pilxon's house were she was supposed to pick up the goods and she got drawn into the polite compassion that one gives to another human who is lonely. Attention, the lonely want attention. Pilxon talked and talked, told her he spent his days sitting on the porch, looking out over the trees, pretending he was "somebody important" when in reality he was just another cog. He really wanted her to find interest in him and even showed his collection of three horned monsters from Nepkon the eighth planet out. He'd Never actually seen a live monster but had "safari" on his adventure list. The list also included jumping between the two moons of Akkor with only a suit on, and picking a street fight with a random stranger. Also he wanted to finish a few heavy duty technical manuals. All the things people want to do with their lives, all the dreams. Home 8PM 9PM |grep news line! eeek! Concrete world's underground hydrolic pump oxygenators blow up killing 90%. Enclosed living at an all time low in popularity. Dr M.T. Waters, savior of the world, creates race car fast growing pulp tree hybrids that allow for more floating paper houses in the air vent areas. Air Population stable. Sunday night's two bit entertainment failed utterly and created a pretty big disaster for a couple hours. 3011 viewers broke the eyes and took advantage of the instability by trekking into another dimension. Dimension jumping was something only the most skilled eyes could do well. However, sunday night's viewers, Never having jumped dimensions, had NO IDEA what they were getting into. For two solid hours Evkir couldn't get them back and they ended up in an arena where sqorm cells where violating the Pahn Rahn Treaty. This really angered the Pahn Rhan's who valued privacy above all else. Evkir had to apologized profusely to the Pahn Rahn and swore it wouldn't happen again. Evkir Wolk translated the events to the remaining viewers in 5 minute intervules in between which she worked like a slave trying to fix everything. It shouldn't have happened and to make matters even less interesting, the viewers were not the most excited viewing audience in the world, your basic sitter types, they didn't move much, barely a twitch. Sunday night audience. Finally it was Monday. Two hours until the battle Gammoxin vs roach cell B3435. Evkir Wolk prepared. She ate a just to get her taste buds going because this real time chemical mixing required she use taste. And it began. Under normal conditions it would have taken all of 2 seconds but she had added a retardant agent as a brilliant last touch. All went well. 20 micron of Gammoxin was the LDC50 for the 700 loser roach cell B3435. It lasted 29 minutes, the exact length of the average human's attention span. Audience monitor zones gave her the stats. She knew it was another success in a long line of good eye entertainment, direct at em, live from her type L prosthetic arm's lab. More next week.