Post by Psycho Vulcan Sentai (Kaz) on Jan 28, 2020 18:38:13 GMT -5
A “VWOOSH” sounds straight out of a science fiction novel as a metallic door slides open upwards. The click of shoes - no doubt expensive - clack across the tile floor and the room gets an unsubtle ten degrees colder.
“I was wondering when he was going to send you”, The Doctor said, his tone curt and annoyed.
The Man laughed.
“One of us has to get this experiment under control”, he hissed in his British accent.
“I have it well in hand, thanks”, The Doctor snapped.
“His trust in you must finally be waning Doctor”, The Man replied.
“I question His Liege’s sensibility if a snake in the grass is preferable”, The Doctor said.
A few moments of awkward silence go by before The Man speaks again.
“What was this spike during last weeks simulation?” The Man asked, “We registered an overabundance of activity in his prefrontal and anterior cortex...but what I’m most interested in is his amygdala.”
“I’ve been combing through the data but it must have been an error”, The Doctor replied frankly, “We couldn’t pull anything from the code.”
“Code is just numbers and letters on a screen Doctor”, The Man responded like the crack of a whip, “No human being ever experiences true fear like that for absolutely no reason.”
“There’s a lot of moving parts inside these simulations Ra-“ The Doctor said but The Man cut him off.
“Don’t blame your ineptitude on bad science”, he chortled through a grin, “It’s very unbecoming. I know it’s something more then a glitch in the system. I would know, I created him Doctor.”
“Then you shouldn’t have any issues discovering what the fucking problem is”, The Doctor sneered as he stood from his chair.
The Doctor started to move away but his footfalls stop dead.
“Unhand me!”
“You forget your place”, The Man snarled in an unforgiving harsh tone, “For your sake, I hope you remember it.”
The Doctor shrugs The Man off his arm and finishes towards the door.
“Good day, Doctor”, The Man chirped, his aloof chipper tone returned.
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Since Revolution, the specter that appeared to me in the Sun Vulcan temple had taken to haunting me everywhere. It watched over my shoulder with eyes like two cavernous black holes. It’s rotting yellow teeth and cracked, bloody lips only parted when it whispered words that sounded straight from the lowest depths of Hell.
And that laughter.
That echoing, hollow laughter.
I’d feel like I’m losing my mind...if lately I hadn’t felt like my mind wasn’t even my own.
This didn’t feel like one of Hell Soto’s dastardly tricks. He had a more ‘in-your-face’ style.
I wish this demon was only here to kill me, that would make sense.
I sense, in some twisted way, it’s here to help.
“Earth to Vulcan”, VHS’s voice cut through the ether, “You in there, man?”
SVS nodded in affirmation, his mind still racing with haunting thoughts.
“You need to take off the helmet every once in a while”, VHS said, “A little fresh air might help you.”
“I’m fine”, SVS responded.
“You ready?” VHS asked, pointing towards the camera aimed in their direction.
SVS nodded and the tape began to roll. SVS turns towards the camera and begins.
“Disappointed wouldn’t even begin to describe how I feel after Revolution. Destiny beckoned but we missed the call. That doesn’t mean it’s over for VHS and I, it just means we have an opportunity to get better, stronger. I don’t envy Pandora and LeStrange when they face us in the inevitable rematch collision for the Tag Team Championships, but I envy the Brothers Schorg even less.
I’d be lying if I said I weren’t...a little upset that we’re not at the top of the Cruiserweight Tag division. I’m only human.
Angry? Of course.
Blinded by it? Absolutely not.
I know the formidable threat these two pose and they won’t be overlooked. I just know exactly what we’re capable of inside that ring and some good brothers won’t stop our reascension back to contention.
The Schorg Brothers will learn the hard way that destiny can always hit a snag or two, but it can never truly be avoided.”
“I was wondering when he was going to send you”, The Doctor said, his tone curt and annoyed.
The Man laughed.
“One of us has to get this experiment under control”, he hissed in his British accent.
“I have it well in hand, thanks”, The Doctor snapped.
“His trust in you must finally be waning Doctor”, The Man replied.
“I question His Liege’s sensibility if a snake in the grass is preferable”, The Doctor said.
A few moments of awkward silence go by before The Man speaks again.
“What was this spike during last weeks simulation?” The Man asked, “We registered an overabundance of activity in his prefrontal and anterior cortex...but what I’m most interested in is his amygdala.”
“I’ve been combing through the data but it must have been an error”, The Doctor replied frankly, “We couldn’t pull anything from the code.”
“Code is just numbers and letters on a screen Doctor”, The Man responded like the crack of a whip, “No human being ever experiences true fear like that for absolutely no reason.”
“There’s a lot of moving parts inside these simulations Ra-“ The Doctor said but The Man cut him off.
“Don’t blame your ineptitude on bad science”, he chortled through a grin, “It’s very unbecoming. I know it’s something more then a glitch in the system. I would know, I created him Doctor.”
“Then you shouldn’t have any issues discovering what the fucking problem is”, The Doctor sneered as he stood from his chair.
The Doctor started to move away but his footfalls stop dead.
“Unhand me!”
“You forget your place”, The Man snarled in an unforgiving harsh tone, “For your sake, I hope you remember it.”
The Doctor shrugs The Man off his arm and finishes towards the door.
“Good day, Doctor”, The Man chirped, his aloof chipper tone returned.
____________________________________________
Since Revolution, the specter that appeared to me in the Sun Vulcan temple had taken to haunting me everywhere. It watched over my shoulder with eyes like two cavernous black holes. It’s rotting yellow teeth and cracked, bloody lips only parted when it whispered words that sounded straight from the lowest depths of Hell.
And that laughter.
That echoing, hollow laughter.
I’d feel like I’m losing my mind...if lately I hadn’t felt like my mind wasn’t even my own.
This didn’t feel like one of Hell Soto’s dastardly tricks. He had a more ‘in-your-face’ style.
I wish this demon was only here to kill me, that would make sense.
I sense, in some twisted way, it’s here to help.
“Earth to Vulcan”, VHS’s voice cut through the ether, “You in there, man?”
SVS nodded in affirmation, his mind still racing with haunting thoughts.
“You need to take off the helmet every once in a while”, VHS said, “A little fresh air might help you.”
“I’m fine”, SVS responded.
“You ready?” VHS asked, pointing towards the camera aimed in their direction.
SVS nodded and the tape began to roll. SVS turns towards the camera and begins.
“Disappointed wouldn’t even begin to describe how I feel after Revolution. Destiny beckoned but we missed the call. That doesn’t mean it’s over for VHS and I, it just means we have an opportunity to get better, stronger. I don’t envy Pandora and LeStrange when they face us in the inevitable rematch collision for the Tag Team Championships, but I envy the Brothers Schorg even less.
I’d be lying if I said I weren’t...a little upset that we’re not at the top of the Cruiserweight Tag division. I’m only human.
Angry? Of course.
Blinded by it? Absolutely not.
I know the formidable threat these two pose and they won’t be overlooked. I just know exactly what we’re capable of inside that ring and some good brothers won’t stop our reascension back to contention.
The Schorg Brothers will learn the hard way that destiny can always hit a snag or two, but it can never truly be avoided.”