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The first two chapters here verbatim, I will update if corrected

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1.- Line of work

 

I had grown very accustomed to the professor�s voice.

 

When he explained things, I noticed, he would walk faster, looking at the ground without distraction, his hands often forming shapes and drawing lines while he follows my body language apparently without acknowledging it.

Walking fast is good, in my line of work a fast walking target is an easier to deliver target, so pretty early on I got used to encouraging him into getting to try to explain something to me, every time we did the shift transfers, our walks would be covered in conversations around questions concerning stuff I would never learn anyways, but this kept him walking, kept me at ease and to a point it kept us both entertained.

 

Going from one abnormally high security facility to another is by no means a stroll and only the highest ranking graduates get admitted into boot camp for the position, out of this group of rookies and after 7 years of respawner based training, 50 of us get the chance to prove 10 of us deserved to be part of the corps, I was second in my class.

Today we were going about the usual transfer from undisclosed locations to undisclosed locations, I knew at some point one was the �living� quarters and one was �working� quarters, but today the attire of the professor was different.

 

The professor�s gray hair was actually loose at the temple and would get strands across the dataports on the sides of his otherwise bald head, his usual choice of tie was gone and the collar of his shirt was open

 

He was actually preceeding me this time, not seeming to check if I followed

In my line of work, walking fast is good, but if over time it means a �change� of speed it is in fact, a signal.

 

The collar is a signal

 

The loose hair is a signal

 

Big, red, threatening, signals

The professor and I we go a long way, I ve seen him be like this before, he was quite worse for wear the first time we met, during his acquisition by corps.

 

He remained conscious during most of the extraction even while some of the flack skirted into his kidney, and I was told he was one of the few willing transfers, something he later denied, and then denied denying some time after.

 

Am telling you, these science types, they never get their stories straight yet they keep on going about how they� re on it for the truth.

 

2.- The Tower Proper

 

The last time he was all ruffled up like this, was actually a few years after his acquisition, I was given a transit permit to The Tower proper, yessir that�s right, that�s The as in capital T, The Tower. I was meant to transfer the professor there for some sort of flash debriefing, I remember I was excited to think that we could actually get some mech action in the radar, I had been debriefed that the destination was under siege.

 

Because carrying a top notch hypered up VIP scientist over a nano virus infested freemans landscape is not fun enough if the place is not sieged, right?

 

At least for mechs it isn't, because they always show up only when it is, right?

 

I� ve never seen a mech in person, I ve never been told that I will or that I should so I don�t expect it, but it�s one of those things I would appreciate to witness.

 

That time we were headed to The Tower proper his clothes were the same as today, except for the hair which he kept tied by a sort of dangling colorful talisman, keeping the data ports on the rest of the side and back of his head, clear and jackable on short notice.

 

Back then the professor was outright running through the checkpoints, and once on the shuttle that took us into the tower, I had to get him to talk to me to actually slow him down and keep him seated.

 

The shuttle was a standard lorry transport with two crew, a pilot and an encryptions officer, at the front and a cabin on the back side. Ferrolite panels gave a clear view of the surrounding area and projected a dark orange light into the hexagonally shaped cabin, the knee level benches on the outer sides made it so that up to eight passengers would sit facing each other from the inner space of the cabin, this accommodates for both friendly and hostile transport more efficiently.

 

If it were up to the shuttle I would have let the professor dance around and bring a horse if he pleased, however the shuttle� s stability or toughness was not the issue; if we ever once during the trail failed to pass one of the many random deep bio scans that happen between us and The Tower, all the anti air that�s between us and The Tower was going to turn us into shrapnel without a notice or a warning or a warning notice, and that's just standard siege approach protocol for any transport and supplies

 

So to make sure we survived the clear and present danger of friendly fire, I tagged the professor with a question

 

�Professor�- I almost hollered over the deep growl of the thrusters firing

�I manually canceled some check points at the pickup, and we�re headed into a live siege against battleships in this tin can, I would love to know why the hurry�

 

�You don�t understand, aJAHK JOEOHH� - He said wildly waving his hands in front of me, he was swallowing saliva and touching his throat profusely.

 

These cabins weren�t meant for human transport, the pilot and encryptions officer had their gear, I have standard issue implants to supply some life support, I bet the professor did not have a single additional nerve ending available for such niceties, all of his are already probably been spent up in whatever it is he sports on those data ports

 

The air is probably harder for him to breathe here, in this semi pressurized low orbital shuttle, the trip only lasted about 45 seconds so even if directly exposed to the shallow atmosphere there was still no life threatening conditions for that period of time, I doubt the experience was anywhere near comfortable nevertheless.

 

�Today all the derivatives flatlined�- The professor managed to howler back � all of them, we didn't use any of the safeguards, and the derivatives flatlined all the same� - his hands did wide horizontal stroking motions as if trying to cut the air in front of him

 

He suddenly laid back onto the view panel on his side of the cabin, the back of his bald head slightly touching the inclined panel

He thrust his arms wide open as if releasing onto the cabin the greatest gift there could be

 

He was almost horizontal now laying on the bench

 

He was grinning madly looking at me
 

I found a part of me actively wishing no deep scans were happening now

�That was the last bit�- He said in a shrill cry, changing his stance to half sitting again

�With no derivatives, the main self reference doesn�t brake�

 

�It�s all we needed� - He looked at me for a sign of dawn, realization maybe, when none came he said almost upright again, in a more formal stance

 

�We can launch now, he �- The speakers on the cabin blasted a high pitch and then a partially muffled voice took over the place with an almost solid presence, it was the pilot speaking

 

�E.T.A 10 Seconds, V-Tol in 5, vector approach confirmed, standby�

Another crackle and the voice was gone

 

I could see over the encryptions officer� s sit how one of his arms slid slowly towards the waist, he was certainly reaching for his piece.

I was convinced that no matter how VIP the professor was any sign of upheaval would be punishable by death, and that included me.

 

We were in martial land now, we were at The Tower.

 

 

 

Canonical document is here

Feel free to drop your thoughts in the gdoc 

 

 

 

[CraftyDus]

Hope everythings ok

[CARLOSPELETO]

Hope everythings ok

Am an ass, just got sidetracked sorry

Been looking into what it takes to effectively epub with available print version isbn and such

[CARLOSPELETO]

So from the depths of my insanity comes the idea, still somewhat ethereal, that I want to turn this into a fully fledged novel.

 

It would probably end up being the first of a series, if it ever gets finished.

 

The main project is now composed of a three part layout.

 

Part one (Rough Draft Finished):

 

A series of chapters where the main character deploys a sense of the Hawken universe for the uninitiated reader.

 

Part two (Work In Progress):

 

The main plot of a Hawken "situation" unfolds, building up to scenes that are straight from in-game mechanics.

 

Part three (Unwritten Idea):

 

Once our main character has gotten the similitude of bearings on his own situation, he will try to even up on whatever issue he ends up pursuing. 

 

This part is basically a mini novel in a novel (I heard you liked novels) . 

 

Now beyond whatever the character seems to achieve, my personal agenda is to cement my scientific vision of the underlying fundamentals explaining everything that happens in-game.

 

I think it is important to stress that this whole endeavour is paved over the premise that the origin of reality is the game itself, and that any characteristics of the game's mechanics must be seen as functional conditions of reality, take chapter six as an example.

This includes respawning, death screens, holo shields, energy units, nano-cavorite, vitrolium and any other characteristic of reality a 21st century earthling would find preposterous.

This is my plan, may I not die before I see it through.

I would love it if you guys go beyond suggesting homo erotism (already included some, cause you insisted so much) and start getting some deep thoughts in this thread, about the in game mechanics, about your experience as mech pilots, and about whatever you think your mech pilot thinks when he's not in a mech.

The Graphics:

 

I would like a lot of the current state of lose art floating around the internet somehow encrusted into the book, I am aware that my storytelling is not optimal and that a lot of images would sooth the sci-fi-porn gap.

I also plan to have a whole cover system designed for a print version.

As usual feel free to slap the gdoc with any comments you see fit to slap it with, I always find the time to look for potential additions and corrections from those.