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"...Any questions?" "Dr. Osbourne, on what grounds do you state these claims?" "Well...on the grounds that cell
regeneration is a natural function, not some sort of mutation. The capability for the human body to heal itself is an uncharted territory." Deep sighs come from the audience as Dr. Osbourne adjusts the projector. "As you can see here, the test
specimens show signs of rapid reproduction at an unprecedented rate." "And where do these test specimens derive from?" a random audience member inquires. "Well...that information cannot presently be disclosed..."
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The groans from the crowd begin to grow, as audience members roll their eyes and gather their belongings. "Please!...please. Settle down. We
have seen the advancements in science and technology go far beyond any of our
imaginations, even in this day and time! From video games to cell phones, automobiles to GPS's! We place no limit it upon upon
machines...why ourselves?
place
Mark my word!
witness the fruit of my labor, and when this comes to pass, you can't say I never told you so." The disgruntled audience begins to disperse. Dr. Osbourne looks on, defeated but not dismayed. But the morning holds promise for Don. His only prayer is to find a seat in the
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oncoming subway train as the following commuters pile up. The most sizable
passengers inch into the least compromising spaces, and the slimmest of passengers consume the largest seats. But once the musical chairs has ended and the subway train continues its course, Don's focus and optimism for this ensuing job interview commences. The promise in his eyes is palpable. He exits the train taking careful
consideration of his steps while finding his direction. Trying not to put too much pressure on the moment. Reaching the security desk to gain access, he announces his name as if the security should've known who he was. "What'd you say your name was?" The guard asks. "Banks. Donald Banks."
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The guard seeks his name out on the appointment list in concentrated fashion. "Ok, you have the 10am? Lemme' see some ID please?" When Don reaches over the desk to hand the guard his ID, the guard is taken aback as he glances at his hand. "Uuuuh, wait right here, sir." "What's the matter? wrong?" "No-no, nothing at all. I need to get you in contact with Ms. Fields." "The CEO?" "Yes." "Wow, that escalated quickly." Moments later, a sparkling dental crown of platinum, grins at Don from a 250 plus pound, 6 foot 3" designer suit exiting the elevator. Following him is a slender, slick Is something
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haired, wing-tipped oxford, diamond bezzled, tourbouillon watch wearing, debonair. "Mr. Banks! We've been waiting for you!" says Thryll, managing his hair. "Oh, great! I have my resume right here..." "We won't be needing that right now, Mr. Banks." says Raza as he crumbles the Manila folder in his immense palms. "Ms. Fields is excited to meet you. I'm Thryll by the way." "Oh. Hi Thryll. Excuse me. I've never been on a job interview where I didn't need a CV. What kind of position is this for, might I ask?" inquires Don awkwardly as he is escorted into the elevator. "Listen, Mr. Banks, as far as Ms. Fields is concerned, you're already hired." says Thryll.
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"Welcome aboard." says Raza. Don grimaces at the pressure of Raza's handshake while Thryll smirks. When they reached the top floor, Don tries to keep his feet up with his eyes, as the groundbreaking amuses, technology of the office and captivates his
amazes,
attention. Translucent interface touch panels surround the employees as they tap and swipe seamlessly. Gadgets and droids scoot all throughout the cubicles. And laser
projected televisions lace the aisles as employees video stream with each other from other departments, downloading and
uploading files, videos, and images. Don makes his way to the office as Raza and Thryll guide him through the cubicle farm maze. "Ms. Fields will be with you in a
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second." says the receptionist in the foyer of the main office. The double doors open and Thryll walks in. Raza's imposing hand halts Don. "What do you want us to do with him?" ask Thryll. "Let me speak to him first. I want to find out what he knows about our kind...about himself. If he's oblivious, then we bring him up to speed. If not, have Raza take care of him." says Sheila, adjusting her blouse staring out the window behind her steel desk. Thryll signals to Raza to let Don in. Raza's platinum grin makes Don even more uncomfortable. "Have a seat." says Sheila. When Don reaches out to shake her hand, Raza pressures him into the seat.
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Disgruntled,
Don
dismisses
Raza's
aggressiveness and gives attention to Sheila as she's about to speak. "You like what you see don't you, Don?" "Yes, I'm very impressed. Your
employees sure are welcoming." he says sarcastically, with a snide glance at Raza. "Don't mind my cohorts, dear. They serve their purposes for the corporation. Just be sure to stay out of their way." "Oh, that won't be a problem." "This corporation has made great
strides in bio and tech enhancements. We're on the cutting edge of medicine, and not to mention arms development." "Yes, I did manage to see that in my research. Medicine and arms? What
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"Well, Mr. Banks technology is a doubled edge sword. And like I said, we're on the cutting edge. I have you know, you're a peculiar individual. Quite unique. Look at the mark on your hand Mr. Banks..." Don notices, all along assuming it was just a birth mark his whole life up to that point; then noticing it on Sheila's hand...then Thryll's...then Raza's. The spook is livid on his countenance. Wondering what he's
gotten himself into, he then notices the marks on Thryll's and Raza's hands crystallize and morph into a metallic seal; except for Sheila's. Hers becomes gold...just like his. "Don't be alarmed Mr. Banks. After all, I did say you're unique." "What is this?! How did it change like that?!"
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"You see Mr. Banks. Machines have always existed, and when follows technology suit. The
advances,
humanity
machine is within us, Donald. It is how we live, move, exist, and have our being. We are the Spirit of the Machine." "Fuck this...FUCK THIS! I don't want any parts of this shit!" "Mr. Banks, before you go. Unbutton your collar and take a look at your arm." Heeding Sheila, he rolls up his sleeve noticing the geared hinge that was his elbow. His veins, pulsating electric wiring. In shock, he rolls his sleeve back down. "Call this a 'red pill-blue pill' moment Mr. Banks. You can join us in the advancement of humanity, or you can walk out that door. But should you leave, Donald, with
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what you've just found out...my hand of protection is off you." "Fuck is that supposed to mean?" "Raza will be escorting you out the building." Raza towers in front of Don in the descending elevator. "Wait, why the basement? I'm
supposed to be leaving the building." "It's protocol Mr. Banks." "Motherfuck a protocol! I'm a grown man!" "Relax Mr. Banks." Don reaches around Raza, pushing the ground floor button. Raza effortlessly lifts his arm shoving Don back to the wall of the elevator. "Wh-what the fuck!" says Don as he shoves back.
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Raza swings and Don knew to duck! "DING-g-g-g!!!" Don reckons with Raza's force, noticing the depth of the dent in the steel elevator wall. With respect to his fist Don sacks Raza at the waist, charging him into the elevator door. "BOOM-m-m-m!!!" The elevator shaft acoustics were no help at the discretion of the brawl to the unsuspecting office and lab workers on each floor of its descent. Raza's headlock on Don becomes menacing. With one thrust, Don lifts Raza from the ground tearing his head through the elevator roof! "CRASH-sh-sh-sh!!!" This rumbles Raza enough for Don's head to be released from his vice. With enough rage, Don starts off like a track star,
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kicking off the dented elevator wall to wrecking ball his way through the dually dented elevator door before Raza could reach for him from the floor. "BRINKKK!!!" Bloody and bruised Don dashes, while Raza nefariously laughs through the hole in the elevator door.
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