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remaining cold and piercing in their intensity. His voice was very muted in tone, almost gentle in comparison to the tone Vain had expected to emanate from this man.
"I salute you, gentlemen. Having seen the Venison demonstration second hand and hearing about the subsequent arrest method of Sandford-Everett, it is a pleasure to be involved with the leading edge nature of your scientific explorations. My chief role will involve global security and communications. Whilst Mr Voight performs his internal security role with admirable precision I will be involved with the outside world, and when the time is right I will be co-ordinating the global revelation pertaining to our project. I wish you luck with regard to your imminent exploration". After thanking Fray for his complimentary words the MC team went into action.
Mason had tidied up the victim considerably, even inserting a temporary padding to fill the vacant recesses of the facial cheek area. Vain inserted the vault-splicer, and after Ko-Chai had set up his laser extraction equipment, Tavini installed the digital conversion devices that translated the visual signals encoded by the vault-splicer. The laser screen became the dominant focus for the four project members in attendance. The images that appeared on the screen were understandable, if a little grainy in their texture. Charlotte's memory camera was rather unstable in its operation. The images alternated between panning sequences of inner city ruins and almost abstract visuals that involved the memory camera looking repeatedly upwards towards the sky. It soon became apparent that Charlotte's HV retention was going to be one of discord in comparison to the flowing visuals that were a feature of the prototype demonstration.
The visuals involved an intermittent delivery being broken with a black screen resolution on frequent occasions. Charlotte's memory camera had obviously been effected by her heroin intake, and when the screen count showed the storage counter had reached 5 minutes of HV's, the sky staring preoccupation started to take a dominance that made the team members wonder if they were going to unlock any relevance to help them with the murder of the young girl. The accompanying sounds to the visuals were not significant either, with snatches of distant traffic and the comparative ambience of birdsong being the only two dominant sounds to emerge from the girl's MC. Tavini voiced what the team were collectively thinking, albeit in his own maverick style.
"Is this girl playing for real or what? If these are HVs then I'm Queen Anne fellas. I know heroin fucks you up, but this is ridiculous!”
More irrelevant visuals appeared on the screen and then the team were rewarded with an image of clarity that disrupted the pastiche of sky gazing.
The man approached Charlotte's location, with determined steps that implied he had a firm purpose in mind. Charlotte's memory camera scanned him in good detail, and his screen portrait illuminated a man of average height with fair hair and dark green eyes. He wore faded jeans and a casual black shirt. His words illuminated a psyche that was at odds with his innocuous appearance.
"Hi Leah, how's things? Look I'm going to give it to you straight babes. Your clients are pissed off - two years ago you were their golden girl but you know how times change love, don't you? You see, Michelle and Becky are in demand right now and people are queuing for 'em. We're small right now love, there's little money and we've gotta..."
The screen returned to darkness. Tavini couldn't contain his frustration.
""Oh come on girl, for fuck's sake. Don't black out on us now - tell us your story girl - damn you!”
Ko-Chai felt impelled to interject with a more pragmatic explanation with regard to the lapse of images.
"She may have died, David. Your project enthusiasm is well regarded by one and all, but at times you seem to forget moral niceties in your treatment of others".
"Get real Mishimo
"I salute you, gentlemen. Having seen the Venison demonstration second hand and hearing about the subsequent arrest method of Sandford-Everett, it is a pleasure to be involved with the leading edge nature of your scientific explorations. My chief role will involve global security and communications. Whilst Mr Voight performs his internal security role with admirable precision I will be involved with the outside world, and when the time is right I will be co-ordinating the global revelation pertaining to our project. I wish you luck with regard to your imminent exploration". After thanking Fray for his complimentary words the MC team went into action.
Mason had tidied up the victim considerably, even inserting a temporary padding to fill the vacant recesses of the facial cheek area. Vain inserted the vault-splicer, and after Ko-Chai had set up his laser extraction equipment, Tavini installed the digital conversion devices that translated the visual signals encoded by the vault-splicer. The laser screen became the dominant focus for the four project members in attendance. The images that appeared on the screen were understandable, if a little grainy in their texture. Charlotte's memory camera was rather unstable in its operation. The images alternated between panning sequences of inner city ruins and almost abstract visuals that involved the memory camera looking repeatedly upwards towards the sky. It soon became apparent that Charlotte's HV retention was going to be one of discord in comparison to the flowing visuals that were a feature of the prototype demonstration.
The visuals involved an intermittent delivery being broken with a black screen resolution on frequent occasions. Charlotte's memory camera had obviously been effected by her heroin intake, and when the screen count showed the storage counter had reached 5 minutes of HV's, the sky staring preoccupation started to take a dominance that made the team members wonder if they were going to unlock any relevance to help them with the murder of the young girl. The accompanying sounds to the visuals were not significant either, with snatches of distant traffic and the comparative ambience of birdsong being the only two dominant sounds to emerge from the girl's MC. Tavini voiced what the team were collectively thinking, albeit in his own maverick style.
"Is this girl playing for real or what? If these are HVs then I'm Queen Anne fellas. I know heroin fucks you up, but this is ridiculous!”
More irrelevant visuals appeared on the screen and then the team were rewarded with an image of clarity that disrupted the pastiche of sky gazing.
The man approached Charlotte's location, with determined steps that implied he had a firm purpose in mind. Charlotte's memory camera scanned him in good detail, and his screen portrait illuminated a man of average height with fair hair and dark green eyes. He wore faded jeans and a casual black shirt. His words illuminated a psyche that was at odds with his innocuous appearance.
"Hi Leah, how's things? Look I'm going to give it to you straight babes. Your clients are pissed off - two years ago you were their golden girl but you know how times change love, don't you? You see, Michelle and Becky are in demand right now and people are queuing for 'em. We're small right now love, there's little money and we've gotta..."
The screen returned to darkness. Tavini couldn't contain his frustration.
""Oh come on girl, for fuck's sake. Don't black out on us now - tell us your story girl - damn you!”
Ko-Chai felt impelled to interject with a more pragmatic explanation with regard to the lapse of images.
"She may have died, David. Your project enthusiasm is well regarded by one and all, but at times you seem to forget moral niceties in your treatment of others".
"Get real Mishimo
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