The Nature of Beasts (EOD2 2)
Oct 10, 2018 3:06:48 GMT -5
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*The following was posted as part of a large dump on wikileaks*
-The footage is a mashup of various security camera angles and begins with a scene of an office. The camera is slowly panning left and right stopping momentarily when it reaches its extremes. Several monitors are positioned on a wall showing various parts of the compound. None of these can be clearly made out due to the angle and how relatively far away they are. Beyond some dim ceiling florescent fixtures, these would be the only things illuminating the room.
As the camera makes it's rounds the viewer gets a better picture of what else is inside. The floors would be slick and riveted, implying they were made out metal. A picture of the glorious president would hang on a far wall alongside one of the current secretary of defense. These both would overlook a desk with a computer monitor clearly built into it. Alongside of that a keyboard and mouse as well as several pieces of paper stacked neatly in various places. The tallest of which would be held down by a bobble head doll of the before mentioned leader of the free world.
Sitting in a luxurious chair behind that desk is the man in charge of this place as seen many times before now. He is still wearing his shades but scribbling down a bunch of things on the sheets in front of him. He would flip through some others at the side clearly cross referencing, intent on getting through this. He's then interrupted by the sound of the robotic "CLEAR" and the room's door sliding open. He looks up, but not being too impressed he goes right back to his jotting.
A man wearing a white lab coat, but also the quizzically standard issue sunglasses would be walking up to his busy superiors station. He stands in front of the desk yet seems to be slightly annoyed by not being acknowledged because only a few seconds later be begins tapping his foot. This would not disturb the man at work though which would only cause the impatient fellow to sigh and ask-
"I can't imagine any of that being as important right now."
-The boss would again simply ignore the meager and childish protests, not even bothering to change his expression. The pen would keep dancing to it's own, methodical rhythm, much to the chagrin of his cohort. The man in the white jacket would even put clipboard to his waist now in disbelief and shake his head. His huffing and puffing would even be so loud the camera is picking up on it, as well as the discoloring of his reddening face. Just when he is about to say something again the pen would drop and the man responsible would stretch out locking his hands together and puts them behind his head offering a smug smirk.-
"Nothing is as important as doing your job and doing it well. Something I am sure you can appreciate as a man of science."
-The man being lectured just shakes his head in frustration. -
"Whatever. Listen, I've got a few things to go over with you. "
"Oh do tell."
"For starters we need to review the status of the new subjects."
"You mean our little pests we turned into house pets?"
"Seems like they are taking the revised batch better than expected. Certainly better than the poor saps who got round one. Speaking of that too, we're still unsure what we should do with those."
"Throw them out with the rest of the trash. "
-The scientist clears his throat before proceeding.-
"Very well. But it's still to early to call revision two a success as they are still demonstrating unique attributes that subject zero did not."
"I guess only time will tell."
"You certainly have a way with words. We'll keep them going through the same testing procedures for now and making our normal reports. Moving on, I have read the write up of the live exercise. Certainly better than expected. Though he didn't devastate the man as expected, the subjects natural awareness more than made up for it. It's the opinion of the R & D division that subject zero be cut off of the serum. We have no idea what limit, if any, he has to it's effects."
-The man behind the desk smiles even wider and leans over.-
"If I didn't know any better I would say you eggheads were scared. Maybe Doctor Frankenstein is getting nervous that the creature is already getting out of control."
"It's not that it's jus--"
"Stop right there. You know as well as I do we need to keep going. Keep giving him the better strains. He is the best control we have and you all know it. If you can't stomach this then leave. We don't have time for moral crisis's. Especially because of what's coming next."
-The man in the lab coat would slam the clipboard onto the desk and also lean over it.-
"Now you're talking crazy. There can't be a next! You're lucky you could even keep a tiny bit of his sanity out there! Are you trying to kill everyone in attendance?!"
-The man in black would rise up from his deck and look up at the pictures above it. After taking a deep breath he would walk out from behind his desk and sit on the front of it. He would reach down and take it into his hands looking over it. His grin would never fade though even as the scientist keeps looking at him for answers.-
"You know what they say, what's a few cracked eggs when making a omelette?"
-The scientist would not be able to say a thing before the clipboard was thrust into his breast. He looks down at it and then back at the man who propelled it. Before he could get his own words out he's cut off. -
"Now Frank, let me tell you about the next egg. These little wrestling shows have proven quite interesting. The people there just see it as a show, deluding themselves into thinking everything in there is controlled. That's why it was decided a while back subject zero would allowed to participate. But of course we only have so much control over the tournament format. Fortunately a man by the name of Duke Kosloff is slated to be the next opponent."
-The man in the lab coats interest seems to have peaked now and his face changes from one of arguing reason to one of pure intrigue. -
"He's a man we even considered to be a part of the testing program. Tall, athletic, picturesque. And almost as if by a bit of divine irony even refers to himself as a monster. He's got quite the feats of strength as well. Only real reason we didn't pick him up was because the goal is to make average people into warriors and he is already an accomplished one."
-The man in the suit would start making his way back around the desk as he continues.-
"Chris Card was certainly a great start don't get me wrong. Smart, successful, and has technical wrestling skills that normally would work circles around a man of subjects zero's size. Duke Is different though. He towers over foes and exerts his will. An alpha male in the most stereotypical sense of the word. It's actually a shame too as he and subject zero were set to meet once before. Injury prevented that one though. It would have made a lovely little comparison point."
-He finds his chair and gets back in it. He folds his hands over the desk and looks at the man before him. The scientist is just taking it all in.-
"Even better though is Mr. Kosloff's origins. I'm sure I don't have to tell you relations between the U.S. and Russia have been strained for decades. This is another opportunity to make a statement about this program and this time it's going to make an example out one of a geopolitical foe's best. To be honest, I'm not sure if Mr. Kosloff even cares anymore about his motherland, but those kind of details don't matter. It's the image we're after.
I've read the scouting reports and I can already tell you subject zero is for sure in a different league already. When these two beasts collide in that ring I'm positive Mr. Kosloff may not even leave walking, let alone breathing. I saw what zero did to the little snack we had brought in. Horrific mess. We pump him up with even more of that juice? He's going to tear a man even of Mr. Kosloff's size to shreds without a second thought. I just hope he's made peace with whoever he prays to."
"I still don't know how you can sit there that confident. There's limits to every plan and every man. Even subject zero. Humans were never the strongest beast, but we're still at the top of the food chain. What separates us is reason! Kosloff may be built like a monster but he's still a man!"
-The man behind the desk chuckles which would prompt another outburst.-
"I don't see what's so damned funny."
"You've got it all wrong doctor, or rather even though you're a smart man, you still don't understand basic things. What separates man from beast is simply understanding that we could use things to equalize or turn the fight in our favor. But those tools have to be effective to work. After all, you can't beat a lion with a pillow. The lion is just going to shrug it off. I would wager no tool in Mr. Kosloffs bag of tricks is going to be enough to overcome the demon that is subject zero and the Fat Fighter program.
Now go on and get out of here. I'm done talking philosophy with you. You have your orders."
-The scientist, would turn around, disgruntled look on his face and march off muttering several things under his breath. The man seated would kick his feet up on the desk when the video feed would abruptly end with the message "END OF FILE."-
-The footage is a mashup of various security camera angles and begins with a scene of an office. The camera is slowly panning left and right stopping momentarily when it reaches its extremes. Several monitors are positioned on a wall showing various parts of the compound. None of these can be clearly made out due to the angle and how relatively far away they are. Beyond some dim ceiling florescent fixtures, these would be the only things illuminating the room.
As the camera makes it's rounds the viewer gets a better picture of what else is inside. The floors would be slick and riveted, implying they were made out metal. A picture of the glorious president would hang on a far wall alongside one of the current secretary of defense. These both would overlook a desk with a computer monitor clearly built into it. Alongside of that a keyboard and mouse as well as several pieces of paper stacked neatly in various places. The tallest of which would be held down by a bobble head doll of the before mentioned leader of the free world.
Sitting in a luxurious chair behind that desk is the man in charge of this place as seen many times before now. He is still wearing his shades but scribbling down a bunch of things on the sheets in front of him. He would flip through some others at the side clearly cross referencing, intent on getting through this. He's then interrupted by the sound of the robotic "CLEAR" and the room's door sliding open. He looks up, but not being too impressed he goes right back to his jotting.
A man wearing a white lab coat, but also the quizzically standard issue sunglasses would be walking up to his busy superiors station. He stands in front of the desk yet seems to be slightly annoyed by not being acknowledged because only a few seconds later be begins tapping his foot. This would not disturb the man at work though which would only cause the impatient fellow to sigh and ask-
"I can't imagine any of that being as important right now."
-The boss would again simply ignore the meager and childish protests, not even bothering to change his expression. The pen would keep dancing to it's own, methodical rhythm, much to the chagrin of his cohort. The man in the white jacket would even put clipboard to his waist now in disbelief and shake his head. His huffing and puffing would even be so loud the camera is picking up on it, as well as the discoloring of his reddening face. Just when he is about to say something again the pen would drop and the man responsible would stretch out locking his hands together and puts them behind his head offering a smug smirk.-
"Nothing is as important as doing your job and doing it well. Something I am sure you can appreciate as a man of science."
-The man being lectured just shakes his head in frustration. -
"Whatever. Listen, I've got a few things to go over with you. "
"Oh do tell."
"For starters we need to review the status of the new subjects."
"You mean our little pests we turned into house pets?"
"Seems like they are taking the revised batch better than expected. Certainly better than the poor saps who got round one. Speaking of that too, we're still unsure what we should do with those."
"Throw them out with the rest of the trash. "
-The scientist clears his throat before proceeding.-
"Very well. But it's still to early to call revision two a success as they are still demonstrating unique attributes that subject zero did not."
"I guess only time will tell."
"You certainly have a way with words. We'll keep them going through the same testing procedures for now and making our normal reports. Moving on, I have read the write up of the live exercise. Certainly better than expected. Though he didn't devastate the man as expected, the subjects natural awareness more than made up for it. It's the opinion of the R & D division that subject zero be cut off of the serum. We have no idea what limit, if any, he has to it's effects."
-The man behind the desk smiles even wider and leans over.-
"If I didn't know any better I would say you eggheads were scared. Maybe Doctor Frankenstein is getting nervous that the creature is already getting out of control."
"It's not that it's jus--"
"Stop right there. You know as well as I do we need to keep going. Keep giving him the better strains. He is the best control we have and you all know it. If you can't stomach this then leave. We don't have time for moral crisis's. Especially because of what's coming next."
-The man in the lab coat would slam the clipboard onto the desk and also lean over it.-
"Now you're talking crazy. There can't be a next! You're lucky you could even keep a tiny bit of his sanity out there! Are you trying to kill everyone in attendance?!"
-The man in black would rise up from his deck and look up at the pictures above it. After taking a deep breath he would walk out from behind his desk and sit on the front of it. He would reach down and take it into his hands looking over it. His grin would never fade though even as the scientist keeps looking at him for answers.-
"You know what they say, what's a few cracked eggs when making a omelette?"
-The scientist would not be able to say a thing before the clipboard was thrust into his breast. He looks down at it and then back at the man who propelled it. Before he could get his own words out he's cut off. -
"Now Frank, let me tell you about the next egg. These little wrestling shows have proven quite interesting. The people there just see it as a show, deluding themselves into thinking everything in there is controlled. That's why it was decided a while back subject zero would allowed to participate. But of course we only have so much control over the tournament format. Fortunately a man by the name of Duke Kosloff is slated to be the next opponent."
-The man in the lab coats interest seems to have peaked now and his face changes from one of arguing reason to one of pure intrigue. -
"He's a man we even considered to be a part of the testing program. Tall, athletic, picturesque. And almost as if by a bit of divine irony even refers to himself as a monster. He's got quite the feats of strength as well. Only real reason we didn't pick him up was because the goal is to make average people into warriors and he is already an accomplished one."
-The man in the suit would start making his way back around the desk as he continues.-
"Chris Card was certainly a great start don't get me wrong. Smart, successful, and has technical wrestling skills that normally would work circles around a man of subjects zero's size. Duke Is different though. He towers over foes and exerts his will. An alpha male in the most stereotypical sense of the word. It's actually a shame too as he and subject zero were set to meet once before. Injury prevented that one though. It would have made a lovely little comparison point."
-He finds his chair and gets back in it. He folds his hands over the desk and looks at the man before him. The scientist is just taking it all in.-
"Even better though is Mr. Kosloff's origins. I'm sure I don't have to tell you relations between the U.S. and Russia have been strained for decades. This is another opportunity to make a statement about this program and this time it's going to make an example out one of a geopolitical foe's best. To be honest, I'm not sure if Mr. Kosloff even cares anymore about his motherland, but those kind of details don't matter. It's the image we're after.
I've read the scouting reports and I can already tell you subject zero is for sure in a different league already. When these two beasts collide in that ring I'm positive Mr. Kosloff may not even leave walking, let alone breathing. I saw what zero did to the little snack we had brought in. Horrific mess. We pump him up with even more of that juice? He's going to tear a man even of Mr. Kosloff's size to shreds without a second thought. I just hope he's made peace with whoever he prays to."
"I still don't know how you can sit there that confident. There's limits to every plan and every man. Even subject zero. Humans were never the strongest beast, but we're still at the top of the food chain. What separates us is reason! Kosloff may be built like a monster but he's still a man!"
-The man behind the desk chuckles which would prompt another outburst.-
"I don't see what's so damned funny."
"You've got it all wrong doctor, or rather even though you're a smart man, you still don't understand basic things. What separates man from beast is simply understanding that we could use things to equalize or turn the fight in our favor. But those tools have to be effective to work. After all, you can't beat a lion with a pillow. The lion is just going to shrug it off. I would wager no tool in Mr. Kosloffs bag of tricks is going to be enough to overcome the demon that is subject zero and the Fat Fighter program.
Now go on and get out of here. I'm done talking philosophy with you. You have your orders."
-The scientist, would turn around, disgruntled look on his face and march off muttering several things under his breath. The man seated would kick his feet up on the desk when the video feed would abruptly end with the message "END OF FILE."-