Blue Screen of Death
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I need help, badly. Whenever I write, the words that used to come to me while writing have stopped. I have been able to write short bits of things, but out of the three, none have managed to make it past the first part. I thought perhaps if I presented these unfinished bits to you, someone may be able to help me use one of them. Sorry if this is a waste of someone time.
Unfinished idea one: Iron man.
Unfinished idea two: Forever shall I be at your side.
Unfinished idea three: currently untitled.
Please, any help would be greatly appreciated. Anything ranging from ideas for the story (or in one case, the title) to just plain critiques on them.
Unfinished idea one: Iron man.
Spoiler:
This very well may be the last bit of evidence that I, and my company, ever existed. I once was the CEO of my own company, poketech, not to mention I worked down in the lab with everyone else. Yes, I have been ridiculed for choosing such a ridiculous name, but I had my reasons. But that is not what I am trying to tell you. Our downfall started with our study of Porygon, the worlds first, and so far only, pokemon created by humans that is not a clone. Even though many of our scientists helped create this pokemon, we still needed to understand it better.
We created an environment that we believe would be natural to it. We had to seal off all computers from their range, of course, to prevent their escape. But other than that, we recreated what we assume dead space to be like. Using experimental technology, we dulled the gravity in the room, allowing these pokemon to float without straining themselves to much. Nothing but stars lined the walls, and in our effort to make it seem natural, we used the false stars as light outlets, and installed low-watt bulbs in them. We could see this through a one-way mirror, the only part of the room not lined with light-bulbs.
As we studied this pokemon, we realized that it could not breed, so unless we generated more of these highly valuable pokemon, they would all die out.
We knew of the upgrades and dubius discs that enhanced Porygon, so we based the solution to our problem on that. If we could develop this experimental product, that we dubbed gender change disc (our scientists are not known for their creativity) we could, supposedly, create a way for Porygon to breed. With that, we would be known as the saviors of a species of pokemon, as humans would not be able to recreate Porygon forever.
We worked on this for almost a year, when we made another discovery. As with all creatures, rational or otherwise, two Porygons had begun to fight over territory. We watched, astounded, as these two pokemon fought in quite an unusual manner. Instead of any physical contact, or use of abilities, these pokemon pressed their heads together and started coming apart.
After a few minutes, the winner came reformed, and loser just hung there, not reforming. We realized how serious this was, as it was the first unnatural death in our experimental colony. But still, this allowed us a chance to study a Porygon's anatomy after it had aged some time.
We studied this with great interest, replaying the video over and over again, trying to figure out how they had hurt each other. In the end we concluded that somehow, using their ability to travel through cyberspace, they must of fought each other on some other dimensional plane, leave their bodies temporarily. This was a major breakthrough, and we assigned a team to start study of this theoretical realm immediately.
After some time one of our employees got greedy and sold the information to many major presses. We didn't want the knews out yet (in fact, we didn't want to release it until all projects involving it were done) but sadly, it had happened.
Of course, we got many calls from news reporters, trying to get more info on this topic, along with them constantly badgering us in our regular lives like paparazzi. We had finally faked closing the project (a very obvious idea, one that many should have thought of before we stood this for eight weeks) when the colony finally gave all the info they could give us. At a mortality count of ten deaths, nine of which were natural, and a birth count of eleven, both out of twenty in the beginning, we actually had more pokemon than we started with. Of course, all major members of the project received one, and all was well.
For the time being.
We actually did close the project on Friday, March thirteenth, 2***. But that was not the end of our problems.
It was a bright sunny day, both of my children were outside, twins actually, training their pokemon for a battle I had promised them the next day. I personally made sure they both got a Porygon. They where actually the first to receive the experimental gender changing discs, thought they decided they would like to be acquainted with their pokemon first. I did not hear them approach, as I was on my lawn mower, doing the job that went with the piece of machinery I was using.
"Mr. Granton," One of the men shouted, making sure I could hear, "if you would so kind as to stop what you are doing, we only need a moment of your time!"
I heard them say my name, but it took a few moments to click. Three men in business suits had came to my house, and asked for a moment of my time. They did not look like the reporter types I had seen before, but one can not be to sure. That is emphasized when two of them are rather strong men, who were looking at me, as if they would jump on me at any moment.
So I got off of my lawn mower, walked over to the sidewalk, and replied to them "Hello, what is it you need from me?"
"We simply need a moment of your time." The smallest of the three answered adding "We are from Halen incorporated."
"What do you want? The lab results from my research, a free Porygon, whatever. Just spit it out." I said angrily. Not knowing what these people wanted.
We created an environment that we believe would be natural to it. We had to seal off all computers from their range, of course, to prevent their escape. But other than that, we recreated what we assume dead space to be like. Using experimental technology, we dulled the gravity in the room, allowing these pokemon to float without straining themselves to much. Nothing but stars lined the walls, and in our effort to make it seem natural, we used the false stars as light outlets, and installed low-watt bulbs in them. We could see this through a one-way mirror, the only part of the room not lined with light-bulbs.
As we studied this pokemon, we realized that it could not breed, so unless we generated more of these highly valuable pokemon, they would all die out.
We knew of the upgrades and dubius discs that enhanced Porygon, so we based the solution to our problem on that. If we could develop this experimental product, that we dubbed gender change disc (our scientists are not known for their creativity) we could, supposedly, create a way for Porygon to breed. With that, we would be known as the saviors of a species of pokemon, as humans would not be able to recreate Porygon forever.
We worked on this for almost a year, when we made another discovery. As with all creatures, rational or otherwise, two Porygons had begun to fight over territory. We watched, astounded, as these two pokemon fought in quite an unusual manner. Instead of any physical contact, or use of abilities, these pokemon pressed their heads together and started coming apart.
After a few minutes, the winner came reformed, and loser just hung there, not reforming. We realized how serious this was, as it was the first unnatural death in our experimental colony. But still, this allowed us a chance to study a Porygon's anatomy after it had aged some time.
We studied this with great interest, replaying the video over and over again, trying to figure out how they had hurt each other. In the end we concluded that somehow, using their ability to travel through cyberspace, they must of fought each other on some other dimensional plane, leave their bodies temporarily. This was a major breakthrough, and we assigned a team to start study of this theoretical realm immediately.
After some time one of our employees got greedy and sold the information to many major presses. We didn't want the knews out yet (in fact, we didn't want to release it until all projects involving it were done) but sadly, it had happened.
Of course, we got many calls from news reporters, trying to get more info on this topic, along with them constantly badgering us in our regular lives like paparazzi. We had finally faked closing the project (a very obvious idea, one that many should have thought of before we stood this for eight weeks) when the colony finally gave all the info they could give us. At a mortality count of ten deaths, nine of which were natural, and a birth count of eleven, both out of twenty in the beginning, we actually had more pokemon than we started with. Of course, all major members of the project received one, and all was well.
For the time being.
We actually did close the project on Friday, March thirteenth, 2***. But that was not the end of our problems.
It was a bright sunny day, both of my children were outside, twins actually, training their pokemon for a battle I had promised them the next day. I personally made sure they both got a Porygon. They where actually the first to receive the experimental gender changing discs, thought they decided they would like to be acquainted with their pokemon first. I did not hear them approach, as I was on my lawn mower, doing the job that went with the piece of machinery I was using.
"Mr. Granton," One of the men shouted, making sure I could hear, "if you would so kind as to stop what you are doing, we only need a moment of your time!"
I heard them say my name, but it took a few moments to click. Three men in business suits had came to my house, and asked for a moment of my time. They did not look like the reporter types I had seen before, but one can not be to sure. That is emphasized when two of them are rather strong men, who were looking at me, as if they would jump on me at any moment.
So I got off of my lawn mower, walked over to the sidewalk, and replied to them "Hello, what is it you need from me?"
"We simply need a moment of your time." The smallest of the three answered adding "We are from Halen incorporated."
"What do you want? The lab results from my research, a free Porygon, whatever. Just spit it out." I said angrily. Not knowing what these people wanted.
Unfinished idea two: Forever shall I be at your side.
Spoiler:
Thud thud thud . I heard the foot steps, dreading what was next.
Thud thud thud . They continued, adding to my dread.
Thud thud thud . Time slowed, but my heart sped up.
Thud thud thud . It was here, outside my door.
Thud thud thud . Slowly the door creaked, the thing was coming in.
Thud thud thud . The foot steps moved into my room, intensifying my fear.
Thud thud thud . It was standing there, underneath my bed.
Silence. It stopped moving. It must have seen what was on my desk.
Thud thud thud . It is standing by my bed again.
Thud thud thud . It is coming to the ladder.
Thud thud thud . It is climbing up to my bed.
I cannot look, my fear is to great.
"Zeke, wake up!" It shouted, at the foot of my mattress.
"I am awake." I replied, still not wanting to look.
"Good, then this will hurt more." It sneered, preparing whatever barbaric torture device it had in store.
Sharp, stinging pain in my forehead. A round metal object had been thrown. Out of it came a dear friend of mine.
"Sentret?" It said inquisitively.
"Hello Seth, how are you today?" I replied, rubbing the spot of impact on my forehead.
"Hey, idiot, get out of bed!" The thing said, this time simply hitting one of my feet with its fist.
"Leave monstrosity! To the realm from whence ye came!" I shouted, pointing at it.
"Hey! Mom told you not to call me that!" It exclaimed, equally as loud. "I'm gonna tell on you!" '
I sighed at this, hoping the consequences wouldn't be to severe. "By the way," It added before leaving "Mom told me to wake you up."
I watched the thing I call my sister leave, knocking over a few books on my desk on her way out.
Thud thud thud . They continued, adding to my dread.
Thud thud thud . Time slowed, but my heart sped up.
Thud thud thud . It was here, outside my door.
Thud thud thud . Slowly the door creaked, the thing was coming in.
Thud thud thud . The foot steps moved into my room, intensifying my fear.
Thud thud thud . It was standing there, underneath my bed.
Silence. It stopped moving. It must have seen what was on my desk.
Thud thud thud . It is standing by my bed again.
Thud thud thud . It is coming to the ladder.
Thud thud thud . It is climbing up to my bed.
I cannot look, my fear is to great.
"Zeke, wake up!" It shouted, at the foot of my mattress.
"I am awake." I replied, still not wanting to look.
"Good, then this will hurt more." It sneered, preparing whatever barbaric torture device it had in store.
Sharp, stinging pain in my forehead. A round metal object had been thrown. Out of it came a dear friend of mine.
"Sentret?" It said inquisitively.
"Hello Seth, how are you today?" I replied, rubbing the spot of impact on my forehead.
"Hey, idiot, get out of bed!" The thing said, this time simply hitting one of my feet with its fist.
"Leave monstrosity! To the realm from whence ye came!" I shouted, pointing at it.
"Hey! Mom told you not to call me that!" It exclaimed, equally as loud. "I'm gonna tell on you!" '
I sighed at this, hoping the consequences wouldn't be to severe. "By the way," It added before leaving "Mom told me to wake you up."
I watched the thing I call my sister leave, knocking over a few books on my desk on her way out.
Unfinished idea three: currently untitled.
Spoiler:
The twenty third of May, two-thousand and twenty-two.
"The future How can we have it? We are nothing, simply tiny specks on a large rock hurling through the vast darkness we call outer space. Why, we hardly even can keep our own world in order. This is the end, there is nothing we can do about it. Face it, we have nothing left, our oil resources are at such a bare minimum that cars have to be electric. But because we have little coal left, even electric is going out. Sure, we can cling to whatever technology we have, hoping it will keep us alive. But I say, ' What's the point?' we're just going to die any ways. You rich people can have your technology. Me, I'm going to live different for the time I have left. I hereby renounce the use of anything run by electricity, for the hope that others may follow i my footsteps. If we can make enough of a difference, perhaps those greedy bastards we call world leaders will realize that this huge war they are waging will be the death of every living thing on Earth. We are already on the brink of nuclear war, and if that happens, we are all screwed. Yeah, you heard me, SCREWED. So, while this huge world war three is going on, I'm going to sit in my hand-made cabin, drinking my home-made coffee, laughing at you stupid bastards who are trying to end this war. Face it, the people in charge of this whole mess are so greedy that even if you could somehow reach out to one country and stop them, that country would be attacked by the whole damn planet. Everyone would want a piece of the land that they decided to pretty much give away by stopping the fight. Think about it; if one country were to stop fighting and give up the war, every country near it would swarm in, claim everything they could get they're greasy hands on, and claim it as there own. And since that country who decided to stop fighting more that likely lowered they're defenses, and would be swarmed into at every side, they wouldn't stand a chance. I hope those greedy bastards in the world leader seats rot in hell for this big mess that they have caused. I have but one bit of technology left, and it is mine. I have but one charge left in this device, and I intend to milk it for as much time as possible. No one and nothing shall take my one last pleasure from me, as I intend to spend my dying days in pleasure. I even have my own farm here, two cows, two chickens, three dogs, and one pig. So, I end my last entry with this: if anyone is to read this, you need to learn to mind your own business, and not read other peoples journals, even if they are dead."
The fourth of July, two-thousand and twenty-two.
"I have been blessed. I am truly the luckiest man on Earth now. I did not expect this, but I have been saved from the great nuclear blasts that shook the Earth not even a month ago. I do not have even the faintest clue as to how the radioactivity is sparing the mountain valley that I currently reside. I've been to the crest of the hills that surround my home, and have seen nothing but death. The greyness, as I've taken to calling it, has enveloped everything and anything that has once lived outside of my valley, sucking the life out of what was once such beautiful land. I may be the last person on Earth, so I know now that I can indeed say this: I KNEW IT! I TOLD YOU THE WORLD WAS GOING TO END, BUT NO ONE LISTENED, AND NOW I AM THE LAST MAN ALIVE!
So, at the age of seventeen, I begin my long life of solitude, living only off of the food I grow, and my own ability to survive. I may not write in this journal again, as it is a reminder of my past, but it will remain forever safe, along with my last pleasure.
The fifth of October, two-thousand and twenty-five.
"Three years ago I wrote in this journal last, and now I have found it again. I have lived my life in peace living wit only myself and my farm animals. I think the pig was talking to me earlier, but I may be mistaken. Only the dogs can talk. But that is beside the fact. I have decided to chronicle my life events in this journal from now until the day I am incapable of adding to it. So, I guess one could consider the previous few pages in this book to be my prologue, and the rest to be my story. I hope it has a happy ending. Any ways, not much has happened today. I did finally re-build my chicken coop (I have ten chickens now) and it would appear as though this one won't be destroyed by those dogs of mine.
"The future How can we have it? We are nothing, simply tiny specks on a large rock hurling through the vast darkness we call outer space. Why, we hardly even can keep our own world in order. This is the end, there is nothing we can do about it. Face it, we have nothing left, our oil resources are at such a bare minimum that cars have to be electric. But because we have little coal left, even electric is going out. Sure, we can cling to whatever technology we have, hoping it will keep us alive. But I say, ' What's the point?' we're just going to die any ways. You rich people can have your technology. Me, I'm going to live different for the time I have left. I hereby renounce the use of anything run by electricity, for the hope that others may follow i my footsteps. If we can make enough of a difference, perhaps those greedy bastards we call world leaders will realize that this huge war they are waging will be the death of every living thing on Earth. We are already on the brink of nuclear war, and if that happens, we are all screwed. Yeah, you heard me, SCREWED. So, while this huge world war three is going on, I'm going to sit in my hand-made cabin, drinking my home-made coffee, laughing at you stupid bastards who are trying to end this war. Face it, the people in charge of this whole mess are so greedy that even if you could somehow reach out to one country and stop them, that country would be attacked by the whole damn planet. Everyone would want a piece of the land that they decided to pretty much give away by stopping the fight. Think about it; if one country were to stop fighting and give up the war, every country near it would swarm in, claim everything they could get they're greasy hands on, and claim it as there own. And since that country who decided to stop fighting more that likely lowered they're defenses, and would be swarmed into at every side, they wouldn't stand a chance. I hope those greedy bastards in the world leader seats rot in hell for this big mess that they have caused. I have but one bit of technology left, and it is mine. I have but one charge left in this device, and I intend to milk it for as much time as possible. No one and nothing shall take my one last pleasure from me, as I intend to spend my dying days in pleasure. I even have my own farm here, two cows, two chickens, three dogs, and one pig. So, I end my last entry with this: if anyone is to read this, you need to learn to mind your own business, and not read other peoples journals, even if they are dead."
The fourth of July, two-thousand and twenty-two.
"I have been blessed. I am truly the luckiest man on Earth now. I did not expect this, but I have been saved from the great nuclear blasts that shook the Earth not even a month ago. I do not have even the faintest clue as to how the radioactivity is sparing the mountain valley that I currently reside. I've been to the crest of the hills that surround my home, and have seen nothing but death. The greyness, as I've taken to calling it, has enveloped everything and anything that has once lived outside of my valley, sucking the life out of what was once such beautiful land. I may be the last person on Earth, so I know now that I can indeed say this: I KNEW IT! I TOLD YOU THE WORLD WAS GOING TO END, BUT NO ONE LISTENED, AND NOW I AM THE LAST MAN ALIVE!
So, at the age of seventeen, I begin my long life of solitude, living only off of the food I grow, and my own ability to survive. I may not write in this journal again, as it is a reminder of my past, but it will remain forever safe, along with my last pleasure.
The fifth of October, two-thousand and twenty-five.
"Three years ago I wrote in this journal last, and now I have found it again. I have lived my life in peace living wit only myself and my farm animals. I think the pig was talking to me earlier, but I may be mistaken. Only the dogs can talk. But that is beside the fact. I have decided to chronicle my life events in this journal from now until the day I am incapable of adding to it. So, I guess one could consider the previous few pages in this book to be my prologue, and the rest to be my story. I hope it has a happy ending. Any ways, not much has happened today. I did finally re-build my chicken coop (I have ten chickens now) and it would appear as though this one won't be destroyed by those dogs of mine.
Please, any help would be greatly appreciated. Anything ranging from ideas for the story (or in one case, the title) to just plain critiques on them.