Post by ManOfSteele on Apr 23, 2009 8:52:14 GMT -5
"C'mon, we're gonna be late!" Sean shouted. The tall young man held open the door for his sister, who was taking her sweet time. Sean was a tall, lean boy with tan skin. He had brown hair that went every which direction that complemented his soft brown eyes. He was wearing what all other Patterson youth boys wore: A button up black shirt with long kackies. Sean, who was going through a rebellious phase, wore baggy pants at the moment. He knew that he would get yelled at for them in a moment.
"No we're not!" Peyton replied angrily. "It's not like mom doesn't know where we are!" The young girl flipped back some of her long black hair that got in her eye. She wore similar clothes of Sean. She wore a white T-shirt with a red blouse. She was wearing straight and pressed pants. She kept tapping at her new P.I.D. affixed to her left ear.
"Stop fiddling with it, you'll get used to it" Sean said as she walked in the door and walked up the stairwell.
"I still don't get the whole P.I.D. thing. What's it for again?" Peyton questioned.
"Personal Integration Devices are fitted and inserted at birth." Sean went on one of his scientific rants. "Doctors drill a small, painless hole into baby's skulls, and insert the circuitry to the P.I.D. just outside the brain. The chip is incredibly small, so there's no surgery needed. As the child grows, the chip grows with and into the brain of the child. At age 12, youth are given the headsets for their P.I.D.s, like you. A small screen covers the less dominant eye as it is anchored onto their ear. The P.I.D.s are connected to not only their brain, but to wireless transmitters and receivers. People can basically get any information at anytime, just by subconsciously thinking about something. If you think to yourself 'Hmm, I wonder what a good pie recipe is..' a pie recipe would display on your screen.
"It even displays things that only you would know, such as where you left your sock this morning. People can also hook up with one another to swap information, and get up to the minute information on what we're doing. Like what mom and dad has for us. We can even talk to people via the device."
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"So you're saying that if I wanted to know anything, I would just have to think of it?"
"That's the basic concept." Sean explained. "After you get used to it, it just becomes subconscious thoughts."
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"Hey, get these big rocks out of the way!" The manager of the project continued to yell at the workers. They were digging a tunnel for a new road. "Get the drill!"
From behind him, a worker went up to the wall with a large metal drill. He flipped a switch and the drill began spinning at a very high speed. NrrreeeeeEEEEEEEEEE!!! The worker pressed the drill against the wall. Small and lager chunks of rock flew all around, as the drill plowed through the wall. Suddenly, the drill sounded as if it were trying to drill through diamond, like nails on a chalkboard.
"Turn it off!" shouted the Foreman.
The worker frantically flipped the switch and the drill slowed to a stop. "What's in there?"
The Foreman moved up to the wall, and brushed off the hole that the drill had made. He saw a bright shining piece of gold. He grabbed the piece and tugged. To his surprise, there was more and he could feel it. He got a chisel and picked away at the gold piece.
In time, it was revealed to be a handle to a sword. The Foreman pulled as hard as he could on the handle. The rock around him started to crack, the walls and floors sounded with rocks being poped and cracked all over.
"Uhh sir!" said the worker.
"What?!" said the Foreman. He looked up and down to see large cracks on the walls, ceiling and floor. He paused for a moment. "GET OU--" his words were muffled by the sound of rocks tumbling and caving in all round him.
When the rubble cleared, the workers were scattered all over the place, but mostly unharmed except for a few cuts and bruises. "What is that?" said one of the workers.
On the floor with a bolder crushing his right leg, lay a teenage boy, clutching a sword.
"What the hell?" said the Foreman. "Call an medical team!"
"No we're not!" Peyton replied angrily. "It's not like mom doesn't know where we are!" The young girl flipped back some of her long black hair that got in her eye. She wore similar clothes of Sean. She wore a white T-shirt with a red blouse. She was wearing straight and pressed pants. She kept tapping at her new P.I.D. affixed to her left ear.
"Stop fiddling with it, you'll get used to it" Sean said as she walked in the door and walked up the stairwell.
"I still don't get the whole P.I.D. thing. What's it for again?" Peyton questioned.
"Personal Integration Devices are fitted and inserted at birth." Sean went on one of his scientific rants. "Doctors drill a small, painless hole into baby's skulls, and insert the circuitry to the P.I.D. just outside the brain. The chip is incredibly small, so there's no surgery needed. As the child grows, the chip grows with and into the brain of the child. At age 12, youth are given the headsets for their P.I.D.s, like you. A small screen covers the less dominant eye as it is anchored onto their ear. The P.I.D.s are connected to not only their brain, but to wireless transmitters and receivers. People can basically get any information at anytime, just by subconsciously thinking about something. If you think to yourself 'Hmm, I wonder what a good pie recipe is..' a pie recipe would display on your screen.
"It even displays things that only you would know, such as where you left your sock this morning. People can also hook up with one another to swap information, and get up to the minute information on what we're doing. Like what mom and dad has for us. We can even talk to people via the device."
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)"So you're saying that if I wanted to know anything, I would just have to think of it?"
"That's the basic concept." Sean explained. "After you get used to it, it just becomes subconscious thoughts."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hey, get these big rocks out of the way!" The manager of the project continued to yell at the workers. They were digging a tunnel for a new road. "Get the drill!"
From behind him, a worker went up to the wall with a large metal drill. He flipped a switch and the drill began spinning at a very high speed. NrrreeeeeEEEEEEEEEE!!! The worker pressed the drill against the wall. Small and lager chunks of rock flew all around, as the drill plowed through the wall. Suddenly, the drill sounded as if it were trying to drill through diamond, like nails on a chalkboard.
"Turn it off!" shouted the Foreman.
The worker frantically flipped the switch and the drill slowed to a stop. "What's in there?"
The Foreman moved up to the wall, and brushed off the hole that the drill had made. He saw a bright shining piece of gold. He grabbed the piece and tugged. To his surprise, there was more and he could feel it. He got a chisel and picked away at the gold piece.
In time, it was revealed to be a handle to a sword. The Foreman pulled as hard as he could on the handle. The rock around him started to crack, the walls and floors sounded with rocks being poped and cracked all over.
"Uhh sir!" said the worker.
"What?!" said the Foreman. He looked up and down to see large cracks on the walls, ceiling and floor. He paused for a moment. "GET OU--" his words were muffled by the sound of rocks tumbling and caving in all round him.
When the rubble cleared, the workers were scattered all over the place, but mostly unharmed except for a few cuts and bruises. "What is that?" said one of the workers.
On the floor with a bolder crushing his right leg, lay a teenage boy, clutching a sword.
"What the hell?" said the Foreman. "Call an medical team!"
