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Information technology is the keystone of our global culture. Ancient
Greek philosophers theorized about a spiritual symbiotic database, a root
directory of mankind's knowledge, referred to as Logos. The astounding
evolution of the Internet has transformed that archaic science fiction
into fact. Now the sum of mankind's knowledge is tangibly accessible,
and
it's chief contents are ironically, logos.
The corporation's control of media governs its distance from the
edge,
keeping it from becoming too "radical". They impose strict limits along
the
predefined lines of acceptance by the target demographic. "Stand too
close to the edge you might fall off", is the illusion perpetrated by
parameters. In reality, waves crashing on the rocks below are a
refreshing sea of new and fantastic information. Only by carefully
exploring and charting our progress will we be able to benefit from
interface types not yet imagined
Energy/matter is sensitive to concentrated human influence. This indeterminate control is particularly evident in manifestations so obvious as to precipitate the phenomenon's intangibility. Examples range from simple physical manipulations, to the more apocryphal (given the appeal of coincidence) sensitivities of electrical components to thought, intention and beyond. Exercising influence upon our environment requires interacting within it. Interactivity is fundamental to controlling the direction change takes us. Every action is linked to interaction and even the most insignificant, is reference to the holistic perspective. Interactive media productions of pure philosophic discourse will not necessarily be exciting to participate in. Action is faster, quick edits, detailed characters swinging on knotted plot lines through bold adventure in controversy, relationships, stand-offs, monsters, and time is running out... The only way to win is by changing,the | ----- |
The Nuclear power that supplied the station was effective, but not without cost: spent fuel rods that were leathaly radioactive. Before used fuel can be recomposed it must be cooled. The largest coolant chambers on the station were carefully monitored ponds of heavy water.
Despite the scientists effort to keep the ponds clean, eventually microbes began to form. These microbes began evolving at a rate that steadily increased. Six days ago the tech team reported the viscosity in the secondary pond was 10 percent above the highest acceptable level.
The water continued to thicken. Four days ago a filter block had to be cleared from the valves. After a few moments in the vicinity of the block, a remote controlled flow-bot sent to remove it began losing power.
52 hours ago a flow systems tech was sent into the crawlspace adjacent to where the robot had stopped transmitting and the water was most congealed. The same system section that probes indicated was the center of a massive community of symbiotic organisms that spanned the entire coolant network.
By this morning the death toll numbered four. The most recent report
From
the station's system administrator (an elusive and suspect man called
Ghost):
Five minutes ago the Station Chief:
Meanwhile in 3rd Section C. Commander Dawson and the Lt. are attempting to hold back the congealed creature with heat.
Lt. with an ax in one hand points a scanner down the corridor:
"There it is commander."
A heavy greenish pseudopod pours into view and wips across the floor of the hallway with suprising speed. The Commander Adjusts the nozzle on a large torch and points it at the monster's approaching arm. The slimy tentacle withers and steams, drawing back. Another arm begins to form and moves heavily along the ceiling as more mass begins advancing.
Commander Dawson aims the torch at an encroaching psuedopod as commander Lang
tells Lt. about the Chief's plan:
"The chief sent me down here to take core backup feeds off-line, he's
going to shut down
the primary processors."
The Lt. hands Commander Lang his ax:
"Belay that order Commander, stay here with Dawson and keep that thing
off the
junctions!"
The Lt. rushes down to the root directory, enters yelling at the chief-
Ghost tells the Chief to wait a few moments before cutting the feeds,
"...My risk analysis is incomplete."
Chief:
"The only way to distract that thing long enough to reroute power!"
Lt:
"Whithout those drives the reactor wont have enough memory to
stabelize,
the core will implode and we'll go with it!"
Chief, turning to the power console-
"It's not your desicion Lt."
Lt. advancing:
"The hell it isn't! there's another way to..."
Chief, spinning around- -
"There is no other way" and pointing his gun at Lt.
Ghost, rapidly processing-
"Just another moment."
As the Chief turns back to the power console and puts his hand on the switch-
Ghost's computer beeps as the Chief begins turning a dial....
A preview of the brand new version-2 of Station!