Out of this World - Revision history

Spaz: Text replacement - " type=comment editintro=Extension:InputBox/editintro comment preload=Extension:InputBox/preload hidden=yes default=Extension talk:InputBox buttonlabel=Post a comment on the talk page " to "{{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}"

2020-04-26T06:13:21Z

Text replacement - "<inputbox> type=comment editintro=Extension:InputBox/editintro comment preload=Extension:InputBox/preload hidden=yes default=Extension talk:InputBox buttonlabel=Post a comment on the talk page </inputbox>" to "{{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}"

← Older revision		Revision as of 06:13, 26 April 2020
Line 1,081:		Line 1,081:
	-----		-----

	~~<inputbox>~~		{{Template:AddComment-Story\|{{PAGENAME}}}}
	~~type=comment~~
	~~editintro=Extension~~:~~InputBox/editintro comment~~
	~~preload=Extension:InputBox/preload~~
	~~hidden=yes~~
	~~default=Extension talk:InputBox~~
	~~buttonlabel=Post a comment on the talk page~~
	~~</inputbox>~~

	[[Stories\|← Story Archive]]		[[Stories\|← Story Archive]]

Spaz: Text replacement - "----- ← Story Archive" to "----- type=comment editintro=Extension:InputBox/editintro comment preload=Extension:InputBox/preload hidden=yes default=Extension talk:InputBox buttonlabel=Post a comment on the talk page ← Story Archive"

2020-04-26T01:19:31Z

Text replacement - "----- ← Story Archive" to "----- <inputbox> type=comment editintro=Extension:InputBox/editintro comment preload=Extension:InputBox/preload hidden=yes default=Extension talk:InputBox buttonlabel=Post a comment on the talk page </inputbox> ← Story Archive"

← Older revision		Revision as of 01:19, 26 April 2020
Line 1,080:		Line 1,080:
	Don't miss Showstopper, the next installment of The V.I.C.I. Diaries, coming to Fembot Central in June 2012!		Don't miss Showstopper, the next installment of The V.I.C.I. Diaries, coming to Fembot Central in June 2012!
	-----		-----

			<inputbox>
			type=comment
			editintro=Extension:InputBox/editintro comment
			preload=Extension:InputBox/preload
			hidden=yes
			default=Extension talk:InputBox
			buttonlabel=Post a comment on the talk page
			</inputbox>

	[[Stories\|← Story Archive]]		[[Stories\|← Story Archive]]

Spaz: Text replacement - "Back to the story archive" to "← Story Archive"

2019-12-29T23:55:41Z

Text replacement - "Back to the story archive" to "← Story Archive"

← Older revision		Revision as of 23:55, 29 December 2019
Line 1,081:		Line 1,081:
	-----		-----

	[[Stories\|~~Back to the story archive~~]]		[[Stories\|← Story Archive]]

	[[Category:DukeNukem 2417]]		[[Category:DukeNukem 2417]]

Spaz: Text replacement - "liason" to "liaison"

2019-10-30T23:26:36Z

Text replacement - "liason" to "liaison"

← Older revision		Revision as of 23:26, 30 October 2019
Line 143:		Line 143:
	Not much to go on, but it's a start. "Major?" Vicki gently asked. "Maybe you could elaborate on this…."		Not much to go on, but it's a start. "Major?" Vicki gently asked. "Maybe you could elaborate on this…."

	The Major wiped his eyes with his sleeve, regaining his composure in record time. "Col. Andrew Styles was one of several NASA/DARPA ~~liasons~~ who were involved with various robotics projects throughout the 80s and 90s," he told the brunette gynoid, "and he was killed last night. Vera---" he gestured to the blonde girl--- "saw two individuals trying to steal the Colonel's corpse." Vera nodded sadly. "They also killed the woman he was with," she added. "They boiled her alive, somehow….it wasn't pretty." As if Vera hadn't spoken, Major Tom continued; "Col. Styles is only the latest in a series of murders, all of which have one major thing in common---the victims were all former colleagues of mine from NASA."		The Major wiped his eyes with his sleeve, regaining his composure in record time. "Col. Andrew Styles was one of several NASA/DARPA liaisons who were involved with various robotics projects throughout the 80s and 90s," he told the brunette gynoid, "and he was killed last night. Vera---" he gestured to the blonde girl--- "saw two individuals trying to steal the Colonel's corpse." Vera nodded sadly. "They also killed the woman he was with," she added. "They boiled her alive, somehow….it wasn't pretty." As if Vera hadn't spoken, Major Tom continued; "Col. Styles is only the latest in a series of murders, all of which have one major thing in common---the victims were all former colleagues of mine from NASA."

	"All of them?!" Vicki echoed, unable to believe it. Major Tom nodded. "It's a long, sad story, Vicki, and unless you want to miss that lecture tomorrow, I suggest you stop thinking about it and focus on getting Vera to a safe place---preferably Mr. Tell's workshop. Are we clear?" Vicki hesitated for a second, unsure of what to say.		"All of them?!" Vicki echoed, unable to believe it. Major Tom nodded. "It's a long, sad story, Vicki, and unless you want to miss that lecture tomorrow, I suggest you stop thinking about it and focus on getting Vera to a safe place---preferably Mr. Tell's workshop. Are we clear?" Vicki hesitated for a second, unsure of what to say.

Spaz: Text replacement - "existance" to "existence"

2019-10-30T23:22:14Z

Text replacement - "existance" to "existence"

← Older revision		Revision as of 23:22, 30 October 2019
Line 319:		Line 319:
	“I’ve never seen you on campus before,” the girl finally said after a few minutes of awkward silence. “Part of the job,” the Major replied. “Not being seen is considered an asset in my line of work….and before you ask what ‘my line of work’ is, I’m a private investigator.” The girl nodded; “That was my first guess,” she admitted. “I figured you were either that, or an FBI agent…except most FBI agents don’t dress like the Terminator.” The remark actually brought a grin to the Major’s face; “This is a one-time look for me,” he admitted. “While I’m on the subject….sorry about that little scene at the library. This past week has just been completely sucking…”		“I’ve never seen you on campus before,” the girl finally said after a few minutes of awkward silence. “Part of the job,” the Major replied. “Not being seen is considered an asset in my line of work….and before you ask what ‘my line of work’ is, I’m a private investigator.” The girl nodded; “That was my first guess,” she admitted. “I figured you were either that, or an FBI agent…except most FBI agents don’t dress like the Terminator.” The remark actually brought a grin to the Major’s face; “This is a one-time look for me,” he admitted. “While I’m on the subject….sorry about that little scene at the library. This past week has just been completely sucking…”

	The conversation continued from there, though Major Tom was more concerned with what the girl didn’t know than with what she knew---namely, the fact that the “pictures” Linus had threatened to show would’ve revealed her ~~existance~~ as one of seven highly-experimental ReVerse gynoids on the San Jose State University campus to the rest of the student body. Fortunately for her, the pictures would never see the light of day, and the negatives from Linus’s camera (he was either too poor or too stupid to afford/use a digital camera) would end up “accidentally” being over-exposed, rendering them useless. Two birds, one stone.		The conversation continued from there, though Major Tom was more concerned with what the girl didn’t know than with what she knew---namely, the fact that the “pictures” Linus had threatened to show would’ve revealed her existence as one of seven highly-experimental ReVerse gynoids on the San Jose State University campus to the rest of the student body. Fortunately for her, the pictures would never see the light of day, and the negatives from Linus’s camera (he was either too poor or too stupid to afford/use a digital camera) would end up “accidentally” being over-exposed, rendering them useless. Two birds, one stone.

	“Well, I’ve got to get back to the library,” the girl told Major Tom after the impromptu dinner (which the Major had insisted on paying for) ended. “Thanks for the Whoppers!” “Thank you for not freaking out back at the library,” he replied. “Sorry about the whole ‘grabbing you by the collar’ thing…like I said, I’ve been in a crap mood lately.” “Just don’t do it again,” the girl remarked, grinning as she got up to leave. “You never did tell me your name,” Major Tom mused. The girl sighed; “I don’t know your name either..how about I tell you mine if you tell me yours?” “Fair enough,” the Major replied with a grin as he extended his hand. “Thomas Lane.” “Francesca Bowman,” the girl replied, shaking his hand. “Hopefully, the next time we meet will be under less…bizarre circumstances.” With that, the two parted company, both feeling a lot better than they had at the start of the hour.		“Well, I’ve got to get back to the library,” the girl told Major Tom after the impromptu dinner (which the Major had insisted on paying for) ended. “Thanks for the Whoppers!” “Thank you for not freaking out back at the library,” he replied. “Sorry about the whole ‘grabbing you by the collar’ thing…like I said, I’ve been in a crap mood lately.” “Just don’t do it again,” the girl remarked, grinning as she got up to leave. “You never did tell me your name,” Major Tom mused. The girl sighed; “I don’t know your name either..how about I tell you mine if you tell me yours?” “Fair enough,” the Major replied with a grin as he extended his hand. “Thomas Lane.” “Francesca Bowman,” the girl replied, shaking his hand. “Hopefully, the next time we meet will be under less…bizarre circumstances.” With that, the two parted company, both feeling a lot better than they had at the start of the hour.
Line 997:		Line 997:
	The man in white stood up, no longer smiling. “She….what?” Vicki gasped.		The man in white stood up, no longer smiling. “She….what?” Vicki gasped.

	“Technically speaking, she died,” the man in white repeated. “Her heart stopped on the way to the hospital, and they actually performed Last Rites…..fortunately, she revived a few seconds later. It turns out that some foreign signal had been interfering with her prosthetics---and, in what I can only call a complete and total freak occurance, that same signal managed to scramble the electrical impulses sent to her remaining organs from her brain. Somehow or other, after those…’weirdos in hazmat gear’, as Mr. Helmsley called them, fled the scene, the signal simply vanished from ~~existance~~, and she recovered. She’s recuperating rather nicely, at the moment.”		“Technically speaking, she died,” the man in white repeated. “Her heart stopped on the way to the hospital, and they actually performed Last Rites…..fortunately, she revived a few seconds later. It turns out that some foreign signal had been interfering with her prosthetics---and, in what I can only call a complete and total freak occurance, that same signal managed to scramble the electrical impulses sent to her remaining organs from her brain. Somehow or other, after those…’weirdos in hazmat gear’, as Mr. Helmsley called them, fled the scene, the signal simply vanished from existence, and she recovered. She’s recuperating rather nicely, at the moment.”

	Vicki nodded, relieved to hear that Leah had managed to cheat death once again. But something else was bothering her….”There was this blonde girl,” she stated. “I kinda sorta bumped into her outside my dorm before the whole incident with the hazmat weirdos….is she okay?”		Vicki nodded, relieved to hear that Leah had managed to cheat death once again. But something else was bothering her….”There was this blonde girl,” she stated. “I kinda sorta bumped into her outside my dorm before the whole incident with the hazmat weirdos….is she okay?”

Spaz: Text replacement - "noticable" to "noticeable"

2019-10-29T22:46:07Z

Text replacement - "noticable" to "noticeable"

← Older revision		Revision as of 22:46, 29 October 2019
Line 469:		Line 469:
	Tell wiped his eyes on his sleeve and stood up. “A few years ago, before I was assigned to be your field mechanic,” he explained, “I was taking on odd jobs on the side, just to get a little extra income. One of those jobs involved working at a plant that manufactured car parts. It was a no-frills job…I had the safest spot on the factory floor, making checklists, asking about personal welfare….boring crap. Nothing dangerous could’ve happened….” His eyes started welling up again. “My last day at the plant,” he continued, “the guy in charge of this huge pressing machine---I can’t even remember what the damn thing did---wasn’t there…called in with some stupid line about pink-eye. Manager calls me in and tells me to man that press---I was certified to work the machine, but I wasn’t wearing the proper attire…anyone working the press had to have short sleeves, but I’ve always been a long-sleeve guy, so…yeah. Anyway, three minutes before I have to clock out, my damn sleeve gets caught in the press…..before I know what's happening, there're guys shouting, screaming to turn the damn thing off….and then I hear this tearing….and I feel it…..”		Tell wiped his eyes on his sleeve and stood up. “A few years ago, before I was assigned to be your field mechanic,” he explained, “I was taking on odd jobs on the side, just to get a little extra income. One of those jobs involved working at a plant that manufactured car parts. It was a no-frills job…I had the safest spot on the factory floor, making checklists, asking about personal welfare….boring crap. Nothing dangerous could’ve happened….” His eyes started welling up again. “My last day at the plant,” he continued, “the guy in charge of this huge pressing machine---I can’t even remember what the damn thing did---wasn’t there…called in with some stupid line about pink-eye. Manager calls me in and tells me to man that press---I was certified to work the machine, but I wasn’t wearing the proper attire…anyone working the press had to have short sleeves, but I’ve always been a long-sleeve guy, so…yeah. Anyway, three minutes before I have to clock out, my damn sleeve gets caught in the press…..before I know what's happening, there're guys shouting, screaming to turn the damn thing off….and then I hear this tearing….and I feel it…..”

	As V.I.C.I. stared, horrified, Tell rolled up his left sleeve to reveal an arm that, while not as artificial looking as expected, was still ~~noticable~~ as an artificial limb. “That stupid press took my left arm, V,” he intoned. “The ALPA gave me this---“ he gestured to the prosthetic grafted to what was left of his original arm--- “and it hasn’t failed me since I got it, but….” He bit his lip. “Every time I do a repair job, I feel like I’m cheating. This arm…it’s better than my old arm. It never aches, never falls asleep, never gets those funny nerve twinges every once in a while….it’s like an unfair advantage. And, of course, I can’t mention it to my clients, otherwise they’ll start worrying that it’ll crap out in the middle of a repair, and then I lose customers, and---“		As V.I.C.I. stared, horrified, Tell rolled up his left sleeve to reveal an arm that, while not as artificial looking as expected, was still noticeable as an artificial limb. “That stupid press took my left arm, V,” he intoned. “The ALPA gave me this---“ he gestured to the prosthetic grafted to what was left of his original arm--- “and it hasn’t failed me since I got it, but….” He bit his lip. “Every time I do a repair job, I feel like I’m cheating. This arm…it’s better than my old arm. It never aches, never falls asleep, never gets those funny nerve twinges every once in a while….it’s like an unfair advantage. And, of course, I can’t mention it to my clients, otherwise they’ll start worrying that it’ll crap out in the middle of a repair, and then I lose customers, and---“

	“Tell.”		“Tell.”

Spaz at 18:00, 15 September 2014

2014-09-15T18:00:46Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 18:00, 15 September 2014
Line 1,086:		Line 1,086:
	[[Category:Stories]]		[[Category:Stories]]
	[[Category:Built]]		[[Category:Built]]
			[[Category:Covert]]

Spaz: New page: Startup sequence initiated. Date: Sunday, October 17, 2010 Time: 7:00 A.M. Pacific All systems opperating at 98.9% efficiency. Good morning, Vera. The sunlight rose on a well-furnished ...

2014-08-24T21:16:11Z

New page: Startup sequence initiated. Date: Sunday, October 17, 2010 Time: 7:00 A.M. Pacific All systems opperating at 98.9% efficiency. Good morning, Vera. The sunlight rose on a well-furnished ...

Show changes