MaiusImperium
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The year is 2438 AD.
Phobos One was a civilian space station sponsored by Cybercore, tasked with the research and development of artificial intelligences. It was a community in itself, incredibly hard to penetrate by outsiders, the scientists, technicians, even the cleaners and the chefs were all restricted to the space station for the duration of the research. This made it the perfect place to undertake important research, away from prying eyes. It also made it suffocatingly insular and, well, boring.
Right now Phobos One was gliding silently through the ether, in perfect geosynchronous orbit, through wide reinforced plasti-glass window bays the scientists would see the same view, day in, day out: the cold dark grey wasteland of the moon of Phobos. The station itself was unusually large for a science station. All those onboard were employees of Cybercore, and to limit the contact with outsiders the station had to be self sufficient. Much of the station was taken up with long hydroponic bays for growing fruit and vegetables, even rearing cattle, much of the rest of the station was devoted to water and air purification.
The station itself was a round white and largely spherical blob with row upon row of lighted windows. Great arms of solar panels spread left and right. A docking spire speared the central sphere like a giant needle impaling a peach.
There were many research and development projects occurring on Phobos One, but none more important or as intriguing as Project Lazarus. The project to create artificial life in the image of it’s creators. For the last three centuries man had toyed with structure of life, genetic illness had been wiped from the species, cancer was curable, and AIDS had been eradicated. But this project would finally make gods out of men.
Deep in the central core of the station, in the most secure laboratory of all stood One Four One Thirteen. The laboratory itself was huge and divided into many sub-rooms filled with super computers, databanks and work desks. The most important scientists and technicians lived in the laboratory, they had meals brought to them from outside and were given quarters within the lab. The lab was not an easy place to work, or live, three scientists and four technicians had already had stress-related breakdowns. It was a harsh place of whites and blues and tin-grey panels, the lights were almost always unbearably bright and every furnished seemed to follow the same design specification. It was utilitarian, nothing more.
It had taken years to assemble him, if it could even be called a him. Stood in a glass cylinder, surrounded by computer read-outs and supercomputers was a naked man. Human in appearance for all intents and purposes.
He was the perfect specimen, an exemplar of the human race. He was tall, well-muscled, his skin was perfect, free from blemish. It was biosynthetic and completely indistinguishable from the real thing. The expression was blank on his immaculate face, ocular sensors which looked just like normal blue eyes hidden behind eyelids. His dark brown hair was combed back from his eyes neatly, his body stood there for weeks, completely unmoved.
He had not always looked so human. At first he was nothing more than a macabre metal skeleton, made of a deep bluish titanium alloy called Adamantium, super light yet stronger than steel. Slowly “organs” had been placed with the skeleton, many of them looked very similar indeed to the real thing liver, kidneys, lungs. They all looked the same, though their function was often different. Occasionally the scientists would fire his motors and servos up for a test run but the neural brain was left dormant.
A big day was coming for the team that had worked on One Four One Thirteen, the day he was “switched on”. Preliminary pre-programming of his neural net was complete, it had taken them the better part of a year to download into the brain the knowledge the brain would need to govern the body. Tomorrow they would give life to lifelessness.
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Phobos One was a civilian space station sponsored by Cybercore, tasked with the research and development of artificial intelligences. It was a community in itself, incredibly hard to penetrate by outsiders, the scientists, technicians, even the cleaners and the chefs were all restricted to the space station for the duration of the research. This made it the perfect place to undertake important research, away from prying eyes. It also made it suffocatingly insular and, well, boring.
Right now Phobos One was gliding silently through the ether, in perfect geosynchronous orbit, through wide reinforced plasti-glass window bays the scientists would see the same view, day in, day out: the cold dark grey wasteland of the moon of Phobos. The station itself was unusually large for a science station. All those onboard were employees of Cybercore, and to limit the contact with outsiders the station had to be self sufficient. Much of the station was taken up with long hydroponic bays for growing fruit and vegetables, even rearing cattle, much of the rest of the station was devoted to water and air purification.
The station itself was a round white and largely spherical blob with row upon row of lighted windows. Great arms of solar panels spread left and right. A docking spire speared the central sphere like a giant needle impaling a peach.
There were many research and development projects occurring on Phobos One, but none more important or as intriguing as Project Lazarus. The project to create artificial life in the image of it’s creators. For the last three centuries man had toyed with structure of life, genetic illness had been wiped from the species, cancer was curable, and AIDS had been eradicated. But this project would finally make gods out of men.
Deep in the central core of the station, in the most secure laboratory of all stood One Four One Thirteen. The laboratory itself was huge and divided into many sub-rooms filled with super computers, databanks and work desks. The most important scientists and technicians lived in the laboratory, they had meals brought to them from outside and were given quarters within the lab. The lab was not an easy place to work, or live, three scientists and four technicians had already had stress-related breakdowns. It was a harsh place of whites and blues and tin-grey panels, the lights were almost always unbearably bright and every furnished seemed to follow the same design specification. It was utilitarian, nothing more.
It had taken years to assemble him, if it could even be called a him. Stood in a glass cylinder, surrounded by computer read-outs and supercomputers was a naked man. Human in appearance for all intents and purposes.
He was the perfect specimen, an exemplar of the human race. He was tall, well-muscled, his skin was perfect, free from blemish. It was biosynthetic and completely indistinguishable from the real thing. The expression was blank on his immaculate face, ocular sensors which looked just like normal blue eyes hidden behind eyelids. His dark brown hair was combed back from his eyes neatly, his body stood there for weeks, completely unmoved.
He had not always looked so human. At first he was nothing more than a macabre metal skeleton, made of a deep bluish titanium alloy called Adamantium, super light yet stronger than steel. Slowly “organs” had been placed with the skeleton, many of them looked very similar indeed to the real thing liver, kidneys, lungs. They all looked the same, though their function was often different. Occasionally the scientists would fire his motors and servos up for a test run but the neural brain was left dormant.
A big day was coming for the team that had worked on One Four One Thirteen, the day he was “switched on”. Preliminary pre-programming of his neural net was complete, it had taken them the better part of a year to download into the brain the knowledge the brain would need to govern the body. Tomorrow they would give life to lifelessness.
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Closed for MaidofMarvels and Myself. Enjoy
