A little deeper into the past...

Rpg:
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Who: Trisees, Sarah, Edwards, Coffey.
Where: Brig, Trisees mind.
When: After being arrested.
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Trisees stretched his amrs out wide and lay back on the brig cell's
bed, smiling genuinely for the first time. Now that he was in the
brig, he'd have peace and quiet and not be distrubed by anyone from
the mad crew ever again.
"Trisees," said a voice from the other side of the cell door.
Trisees' smile disintergrated and he opened an irritated eye to see
Coffey standing holding an orange vial.
"What do you want, Coffey?" he asked, turning his body over to
face the wall.
"To know why there's a now mute trainee surgeon in the medibay with
a broken jaw?"
"Have you ever conversed with Wildflower?" scoffed Trisees. "She's
got one of those personalities where you'd just like to punch her in
the face. Oh wait, I guess that's what happened." He began laughing
and yawned.
Coffey sighed, and walked over to Charlie Edwards, the new security
assistant.
"I'm Senior Medical Doctor Hazel Coffey," she said, realising only
for the second time that since Shakespeare had gone, she was in
charge of the whole medical department.
"What are you doing down in scumsville, doctor?" asked Edwards,
looking up from a magazine.
"The captain has placed me in charge of that man you have over
there in your cells. I wonder when you're going to release him?"
"Well, Miss Coffey, there's either the bail of $£4,000, or you wait
until tomorrow evening at Ten thirty," explained Edwards.
"$£4,000?" queried Coffey, astounded at the price.
"He did cause ABH, Miss Coffey. Not to mention insulting a
security officer. Property damage. And threatening to kill another
crewmember. I think it's either $£,4000, or we let him cool off, and
then he can run loose once more. It's an odd system, but one that's
gotten me here." She smiled, and then looked back down at the
magazine article.
Coffey walked back over to the cell and tapped on the bars.
"What is it now?" he muttered.
"I can't afford to bail you out, so I'll have to leave you here
until tomorrow evening," she explained.
"Oh no. What a shame," mocked Trisees.
Coffey sighed. There was never any reasoning with the man, she
thought. Coffey turned around sadly and walked back in the direction
of the medibay.
There was silence as the only sounds to be heard where the tiny hum
of the ship, and the brief crackle of pages turning from Edward's
magazine.
Trisees mind did what it always did when he was alone, it
disappeared into the recesses of his memory. And as it did so, a
solitary tear rolled down his cheek.
*Twelve Years Earlier*
Larry Trisees walked down stairs, two cups of coffee balanced
precariously in his hands, and into the laboratory, where his science
partner, Sarah Alexander, was tinkering with their dream. He stopped
by the side of the machine and looked into a large hole to see a pair
of swetay grease covered legs almost obscured by masses of wires.
"Are you breaking that?" he called out. There was a loud thump,
followed by a muffled 'bastard' before Sarah Alexander poked her head
from out of the gaping hole. The large metal construction looked
more like a flight simulator than anything else.
"No worse than you working on it," she quipped, chucking a wrench
out from inside the machine. Trisees pretended to pout and looked at
Sarah with wide doggy like eyes.
"You know I love you really," she laughed. Trisees joined her and
knelt down by the hole. As he smiled, he handed over a cup of coffee
to a blackened palm.
"So what are you 'improving' at this hour?" he asked taking a sip.
Sarah wiped her brow and caused a patch of grease to grow, before
nearly gulping her coffee down in a single hit.
"I was worried about the Annular Biomimetic Vertion Conduit," she
said, pointing to a series of long wires all interconnected at a
large box. "They're losing power after the first few seconds."
Trisees pointed to the box and tapped it.
"Did you ever think it could be something to do with the Anaphasic
Energy Capacitor?" queried Trisees.
"I did wonder, but if we increase the Nueucleonic Containment Field
any greater than the original specs dictated, then we'd risk blowing
the..."
"The Quantum Axionic Confinement Beam," Trisees finished.
They both sighed. Sarah yanwed and blinked her eyes a couple of
times, obviously tired. Trisees noticed and took hold of Sarah's
arm.
"Come on girl, I'm not letting you work on this any longer," he
said, pulling her out of the large machine.
"You're always looking out for me, aren't you Lawrence?" she asked,
standing upright and looking him in the eye.
"I have to," he grinned, back. "You're my ticket for the nobel
prize."
She playfully punched him on the arm, and strode over to the coat-
rack, then she hauled up her black jacket and slipped it on.
"I'll see you in about eight hours, stud," she joked, before
walking up the stairs.
"Not if I'm successful you won't," he returned after her. Sarah
shot him one last grin before leaving the laboratory. Trisees put
his coffee on a nearby workbench, and took off his jacket. Then,
rolling up his sleeves, he pulled out a toolbag, delved into the
machine and began attacking the Tertiary Positronic Energy Coupling.
He'd met Sarah Alexander two years ago in Jupiter's 'Science And
Endeavours Centre,' on Ganymede. S.A.E.C. was considered one of the
most advanced scientific research centre's in the solar system, and
Trisees had been accepted as soon as he'd finished his degree, which
he'd taken two years early. A child progeny in the field of
biochemics and matters of the biological mechanics of the mind. He
was immediately placed in the upper levels research camp. The Upper
Levels consisted of only the brightest minds, and Trisees had been
given all the tools he'd needed to come up with an hypothesis on some
part of the mind as yet unexplored.
That's when Trisees had met Sarah Alexander. The two had
collaborated on creating a machine to unlock the hidden 95% of human
kinds minds. The prototype had taken them almost two years to
create, and they were nearing the ability to test it out. He and
Sarah had spent almost every single waking hour together tinkering,
and fiddling with the machine. Their relationship was meant to be a
platonic and professional one, but Trisees had done what every
partner should never do. He'd fallen head over heels in love with
his co-worker, Sarah.
He'd never told her though, he couldn't. It would change
everything, and neither of them had the time for a relationship, not
when there was the machine to finish.
As usual, when Trisees began to fixate on Sarah, he attempted to
push her to the back of his mind, and tried to concentrate on the
machine, which was always easier said than done. As he fiddled the
hours passed. He changed couplings, incresed flow capacitors, tested
cables, and wired generators. The hours continued to pass. And
pass. And pass. Trisees growing ever more flustered with the
machine as the time dragged on.
He looked at the last screw and breathed a sigh of relief. He
tightened it, and looked at the finished mechanical complex. Trisees
gingerly flicked the on switch. There was a hum as the various
components activated until the machine buzzed with a faint 'working'
glow.
He yeleld with happiness and kissed the air, before running over to
the diagnostic tool that was connected to the machine.
"According to this, all systems are 100%, nothing wrong, it's all
okay. We've done it. Sarah and I have finally done it!" he ran over
to the camcorder log and pressed the record button.
"Trisees log, Day 842. Today is the day, my friends. today is the
day that the 'Alexsees Mental Enhancement Drive' is first fully
activated. All that remains is to test it, to see if it actually
works after all the calculations, all the time spent on it." He
looked over at the humming machine, and then back at the recorder.
"And I'm going to try it. Wish me luck."
He walked away to the machine and stepped into it, sitting down on
the ergonomically comfortable chair. He strapped himself into the
device, making sure all holsters had a tight hold, and moved to press
the activation button. Trisees stopped himself, and looked down at
the floor, before back at the recorder, which was still taping every
moment that passed.
"If this doesn't work, if it wipes my mind, I want to tell someone
something," he said, the words almost sticking in the back of his
throat.
"Sarah, we've worked together for over two years now, and I've come
to think of you as more of a professional colleague. My feelings have
changed drastically, and I...I'm in love with you."
He stopped and looked at the flor again. His mind was spinning.
Had he just said what he'd thought he'd said?
"Sarah, this is for you."
He hit the button and closed his eyes.
There was a bright flash of green light which seemed to arc from
the air surrounding the top of the machine and aim itself directly at
Trisees. The light smashed down onto his head and then moved
downwards to envelope his entire body. He screamed as the light grew
brighter surrounding his head, and then the light flashed white and
vanished, and the humming ceased, the machine turned off, and Trisees
body slumped forwrad in the harnesses.
He stirred after what seemed like forever, and groggily got to his
feet, unlocking the harnesses which held his body. As he rose to his
feet, he grabbed his head, which was throbbing hard and seemd to be
rythmically pulsing.
He ran over to the diagnostic and checked the readouts. They
indicated that the attempted process had been unsuccessful. Trisees
was the same as he had been before entering. The machine was also
now broken.
Trisees looked at the machine and then scowled.
"Broken?!" he shouted at it. "How can you break! I fixed you!
You were supposed to unlock the mind! YOU FAILED!"
He picked up a wrench and began hitting the machine, circuit boards
falling to the ground, the metal on the outside denting inwards, and
knocking out other various components. After twenty minutes of
vicous pounding, he faltered and dropped the wrench, it clatterign to
the gorund.
Trisees stood back aghast, the machine he'd spent two years of his
life building, was now close to total destruction.
"What's happened?" he asked, eyes wide in shock. "I was never
violent before. I've got to get out of here," he said quickly,
running up the stairs and out onto the raining streets.
"Taxi!" he yelled, rasing a hand, and a few seconds later, there
was a space hopper parked in front of him.
He jumped into the back of the taxi, spoke his destination and had
time to see a flash of metal moving at high speed towards his head.
Then blackness.
Trisees' memory ended there, before beginning again with him
opening his eyes to see the medibay. He hoped it was some sick
dream, that twelve years hadn't passed, that it was all a part of the
mahcine's effects.
He opened his eyes to see the wall of the cell again, and the
constant sound of Edwards pages being turned. It wasn't a dream, it
was reality.
Trisees sighed, and stopped midway. He had an idea, he knew how to
sort out what had happened to him.
He needed to find Sarah, she'd be able to help, she was the only
one who could.
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