Post by Satellight on Aug 30, 2012 19:48:23 GMT -5
In the future, at a time where unexplained wormholes are appearing randomly around Earth... and not just on Earth, but also around it in space. Teams of scientists are scrambling for a reason why this phenomenon is happening, and thus moved one of their military satellites into the vicinity of a wormhole that is close to earth in order to analyze it. One of those scientific teams is lead by Dr Lander, who is commissioned by the Earth's Coalition for Global Security (CGS) to investigate one specific wormhole that is growing and more rapid rate then the others are in space. CGS doesn't have purely scientific satellite, but it's highest tier one has that capability to be used as such. CGS got the go ahead on the use of this satellite because the wormhole phenomenon is viewed as a global threat. This is why CGS put its best foot forward, because the biggest wormhole in space was the most feared and it wasn't easily monitored.
Dr Lander is doing his daily report. Within it, is the first report on the status of the satellite and its mission:
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<start log entry>
Day 2, we finally have aligned the satellite's monitoring equipment to be aimed at the center of wormhole #305. The retrorockets are in the constant on state to compensate for the wormhole's pull. At the wormhole's current expansion rate, the retrorockets should allow the unit to remain in the optimal monitoring range for at least 40 hours. That time matches up to the projected analyzing stage almost too perfectly. That fact makes my colleagues and I very nervous... if anything should happen to the unit while it is in data collection mode, it could spell out doom to the research gathering.. nay, it could spell doom to the human race. We all know the satellite is our best bet at figuring this all out... well, probably our only bet.
<end log entry>
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After Dr Lander finished typing on his computer, he then faced the large monitor that took up all of the far side wall. He stared on awestruck as he noticed the wormhole was fluctuating in size. Suddenly it was then growing at an alarming rate. Panic broke out in a wave to him and his staff. Files and other objects were thrown due the sheer calamity it spelled out to their endeavors. Dr Lander slammed his hands on his desk and exclaimed. “What!? This can't be! .. No.. something must be effecting the wormhole... is it reacting to the satellite's collection gathering methods somehow?”
One of his high ranking team members replied, “Like we should halt its data gathering! We all know what is at stake here; continue the data gathering!”
Dr Lander shouts back, “You forget I'm in charge here, Dr Doward! Stop the data gathering and pull the unit back!”
Without warning, there is a loud noise at the lab's doors, and they are flung open. Twenty CGS members rush in with guns assault rifles drawn. “Keep the data gathering going!” exclaimed the CGS officer. “That's what the brass wants, and is what you are going to do, YOUR mission!”
Dr Lander quickly responds “No! You can't do this.. if you continue the data collection, it could make the wormhole grow out of contr--” he falls back in his chair and then quickly rises himself to his feet. As he does so, rifle barrels poke to his back.
“Don't any of you listen to him!” exclaims the CGS officer. “Its already been decided! Continue the data collection!”
The satellite shakes violently on the screen. The science team scrambles to their computers. “The retrorockets are failing to compensate for the wormhole's pull! Its going to pulled in at this rate!” shouts out one of the scientists.
“Release the limiter on the retrorockets! We must continue the data collection at all costs!” exclaims Dr Doward.
Dr Lander yells, “NO!! If you do that, the satellite will surely overheat!!” The CGS soldiers then shove their rifles barrels into his sides.
“If you know what is good for you, you will be silent!” barks out the CGS officer.
Dr Lander then gulps and backs off.
“Retrorocket limiter is released and is at full thrust” reports a scientist.
“Good. What is the current internal temperature readout?” replies Dr Doward.
“100 degrees Celsius and rising! The turbulence seems to be effecting the flow and efficiency of the liquid part of the cooling systems! The CPU has cut back processing power of its movement systems automatically to avoid the risk of overheat”
“Damn! The shock is too much even for this system! Get the manual control team connected to the blasted thing!” orders Dr Doward.
“The team can't seem to connect to it in real time! Their input is useless!” The scientist replies back.
Dr Doward hangs his head low and shakes it in disbelief. His disbelief quickly turns into anger as he slams on his desk and shouts out at the screen, “All hope is lost because this stupid hunk of scrap metal can't stand the heat of its own retrorockets! Why didn't they go with my design!?” He leans over his desk and bashes his fist into it repetitively.
“The cpu is overheating! … Oh no!... it has automatically shut itself off to prevent heat damage!” says the scientist as the satellite slowly drifts toward the wormhole.
“Reboot it now at all costs! Remove the automatic safety systems!” orders the CGS officer.
“...Yes sir” reluctantly replies the scientist. He then quickly inputs it into the system and relays the command to the satellite. His computer screen flashes and then shows:
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<Rebooting...>
<Unknown number of bad sectors detected in the main scientific storage device>
<Continue the boot process to next know good OS?>
>Y
<Booting militaristic OS.... done. Automatic weapon systems engaged>
>thrust=1 thrustpower=100
<Thrust on at max>
<System heat level critical>
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All eyes then look at the main monitor. The wormhole is twice the size it was minutes ago. The retrorockets aren't helping the satellite to pull back.. the best it is doing is delaying the inevitable. The room goes silent as the satellite is swallowed up by the wormhole.
Dr Lander is doing his daily report. Within it, is the first report on the status of the satellite and its mission:
-
<start log entry>
Day 2, we finally have aligned the satellite's monitoring equipment to be aimed at the center of wormhole #305. The retrorockets are in the constant on state to compensate for the wormhole's pull. At the wormhole's current expansion rate, the retrorockets should allow the unit to remain in the optimal monitoring range for at least 40 hours. That time matches up to the projected analyzing stage almost too perfectly. That fact makes my colleagues and I very nervous... if anything should happen to the unit while it is in data collection mode, it could spell out doom to the research gathering.. nay, it could spell doom to the human race. We all know the satellite is our best bet at figuring this all out... well, probably our only bet.
<end log entry>
-
After Dr Lander finished typing on his computer, he then faced the large monitor that took up all of the far side wall. He stared on awestruck as he noticed the wormhole was fluctuating in size. Suddenly it was then growing at an alarming rate. Panic broke out in a wave to him and his staff. Files and other objects were thrown due the sheer calamity it spelled out to their endeavors. Dr Lander slammed his hands on his desk and exclaimed. “What!? This can't be! .. No.. something must be effecting the wormhole... is it reacting to the satellite's collection gathering methods somehow?”
One of his high ranking team members replied, “Like we should halt its data gathering! We all know what is at stake here; continue the data gathering!”
Dr Lander shouts back, “You forget I'm in charge here, Dr Doward! Stop the data gathering and pull the unit back!”
Without warning, there is a loud noise at the lab's doors, and they are flung open. Twenty CGS members rush in with guns assault rifles drawn. “Keep the data gathering going!” exclaimed the CGS officer. “That's what the brass wants, and is what you are going to do, YOUR mission!”
Dr Lander quickly responds “No! You can't do this.. if you continue the data collection, it could make the wormhole grow out of contr--” he falls back in his chair and then quickly rises himself to his feet. As he does so, rifle barrels poke to his back.
“Don't any of you listen to him!” exclaims the CGS officer. “Its already been decided! Continue the data collection!”
The satellite shakes violently on the screen. The science team scrambles to their computers. “The retrorockets are failing to compensate for the wormhole's pull! Its going to pulled in at this rate!” shouts out one of the scientists.
“Release the limiter on the retrorockets! We must continue the data collection at all costs!” exclaims Dr Doward.
Dr Lander yells, “NO!! If you do that, the satellite will surely overheat!!” The CGS soldiers then shove their rifles barrels into his sides.
“If you know what is good for you, you will be silent!” barks out the CGS officer.
Dr Lander then gulps and backs off.
“Retrorocket limiter is released and is at full thrust” reports a scientist.
“Good. What is the current internal temperature readout?” replies Dr Doward.
“100 degrees Celsius and rising! The turbulence seems to be effecting the flow and efficiency of the liquid part of the cooling systems! The CPU has cut back processing power of its movement systems automatically to avoid the risk of overheat”
“Damn! The shock is too much even for this system! Get the manual control team connected to the blasted thing!” orders Dr Doward.
“The team can't seem to connect to it in real time! Their input is useless!” The scientist replies back.
Dr Doward hangs his head low and shakes it in disbelief. His disbelief quickly turns into anger as he slams on his desk and shouts out at the screen, “All hope is lost because this stupid hunk of scrap metal can't stand the heat of its own retrorockets! Why didn't they go with my design!?” He leans over his desk and bashes his fist into it repetitively.
“The cpu is overheating! … Oh no!... it has automatically shut itself off to prevent heat damage!” says the scientist as the satellite slowly drifts toward the wormhole.
“Reboot it now at all costs! Remove the automatic safety systems!” orders the CGS officer.
“...Yes sir” reluctantly replies the scientist. He then quickly inputs it into the system and relays the command to the satellite. His computer screen flashes and then shows:
-
<Rebooting...>
<Unknown number of bad sectors detected in the main scientific storage device>
<Continue the boot process to next know good OS?>
>Y
<Booting militaristic OS.... done. Automatic weapon systems engaged>
>thrust=1 thrustpower=100
<Thrust on at max>
<System heat level critical>
-
All eyes then look at the main monitor. The wormhole is twice the size it was minutes ago. The retrorockets aren't helping the satellite to pull back.. the best it is doing is delaying the inevitable. The room goes silent as the satellite is swallowed up by the wormhole.