Glitch
#452
- Joined
- Feb 12, 2007
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I've tried to take onboard everyone advice. It's still omniscient, but I feel it's a little closer.
Longer than before at 655 words.
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"Subject acquired," said the patchwork voice from the loudspeaker.
James smirked. The voice summed up everything about this place; too cheap to even install a proper synthesised voice.
He put his coffee down and picked up his gear. The headpiece was held together with sticky tape and the bureaus logo had fallen off the gloves revealing their previous use.
"Full immersion gaming."
The technology was old, but sufficient for his job. He was only to observe the dreams and identify the dreamer; basic navigation was all that was required.
He put the kit on and got comfortable in the chair. Taking a deep breath he activated the computer. It had been a long night, and with any luck this would be his last job before clocking off.
The beeps in his earpiece got quicker until they reached a crescendo and everything went quiet.
"Deep breath, deep breath." He kept repeating it as he tried to adjust to the environment.
James could feel his stomach churning and quickly looked for something to pull him through before his sandwich made a reappearance. There was a flashing light coming from his left. As per his training he focused on the source to help clear his vision.
"A fireplace, how quaint".
He’d only seen fireplaces in older people’s dreams. Not a common occurrence these days; fuel was too expensive to burn in such a way.
James called up the augmented display and laughed when it registered a temperature for the fireplace. The computer was showing idle and he knew his supervisor would be on his back if he took too long. As the room became clearer he saw a picture hanging above the mantle. The man in the portrait looked important; if he wasn’t the dreamer, he was probably a relative. James marked it as an item of interest letting the computer pick out the features to begin a facial recognition search. He knew it would keep it busy for a while, allowing him to enjoy this rather tranquil setting.
A young woman in a Victorian styled maid’s outfit entered the room and proceeded to draw the curtains unaware of his presence. As long as he didn’t make any sudden moves he would remain invisible. He didn’t want to freak out the dreamer, well at least until he knew if it was someone important or not. The computer added her face to the queue while it continued its image search for the man in the painting.
James followed the maid, crossing the entrance hall to an adjacent room. There were two dozen or so people, all seemed to be upper-class based on their attire. Two older gentlemen were sitting on a large sofa occupying the centre of the room whilst everyone else was standing in small groups. There were a few maids standing against the walls; their faces were expressionless, almost robotic. Walking slowly around the room James tried to get a clearer view of each face, adding them to the search queue as he went.
He noticed a woman in a long red dress with striking blond curly hair whose face eluded him. James stroked his chin, forgetting for a moment where he was. Even from behind James knew she was beautiful. She moved around the room on the same path as him, always a few steps ahead and facing away from him. She was engaging naturally with the other people; obviously the host. But he couldn’t get a clear view of her face. He stayed in the same spot, as if his feet had taken root into the carpet.
His heart raced as the woman moved towards the door; she was about to escape and there was nothing he could do about it. As the door opened she turned slightly allowing him a partial glimpse of her face, enough to see she was looking straight at him. The door closed behind her, snapping him back to reality.
Longer than before at 655 words.
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"Subject acquired," said the patchwork voice from the loudspeaker.
James smirked. The voice summed up everything about this place; too cheap to even install a proper synthesised voice.
He put his coffee down and picked up his gear. The headpiece was held together with sticky tape and the bureaus logo had fallen off the gloves revealing their previous use.
"Full immersion gaming."
The technology was old, but sufficient for his job. He was only to observe the dreams and identify the dreamer; basic navigation was all that was required.
He put the kit on and got comfortable in the chair. Taking a deep breath he activated the computer. It had been a long night, and with any luck this would be his last job before clocking off.
The beeps in his earpiece got quicker until they reached a crescendo and everything went quiet.
"Deep breath, deep breath." He kept repeating it as he tried to adjust to the environment.
James could feel his stomach churning and quickly looked for something to pull him through before his sandwich made a reappearance. There was a flashing light coming from his left. As per his training he focused on the source to help clear his vision.
"A fireplace, how quaint".
He’d only seen fireplaces in older people’s dreams. Not a common occurrence these days; fuel was too expensive to burn in such a way.
James called up the augmented display and laughed when it registered a temperature for the fireplace. The computer was showing idle and he knew his supervisor would be on his back if he took too long. As the room became clearer he saw a picture hanging above the mantle. The man in the portrait looked important; if he wasn’t the dreamer, he was probably a relative. James marked it as an item of interest letting the computer pick out the features to begin a facial recognition search. He knew it would keep it busy for a while, allowing him to enjoy this rather tranquil setting.
A young woman in a Victorian styled maid’s outfit entered the room and proceeded to draw the curtains unaware of his presence. As long as he didn’t make any sudden moves he would remain invisible. He didn’t want to freak out the dreamer, well at least until he knew if it was someone important or not. The computer added her face to the queue while it continued its image search for the man in the painting.
James followed the maid, crossing the entrance hall to an adjacent room. There were two dozen or so people, all seemed to be upper-class based on their attire. Two older gentlemen were sitting on a large sofa occupying the centre of the room whilst everyone else was standing in small groups. There were a few maids standing against the walls; their faces were expressionless, almost robotic. Walking slowly around the room James tried to get a clearer view of each face, adding them to the search queue as he went.
He noticed a woman in a long red dress with striking blond curly hair whose face eluded him. James stroked his chin, forgetting for a moment where he was. Even from behind James knew she was beautiful. She moved around the room on the same path as him, always a few steps ahead and facing away from him. She was engaging naturally with the other people; obviously the host. But he couldn’t get a clear view of her face. He stayed in the same spot, as if his feet had taken root into the carpet.
His heart raced as the woman moved towards the door; she was about to escape and there was nothing he could do about it. As the door opened she turned slightly allowing him a partial glimpse of her face, enough to see she was looking straight at him. The door closed behind her, snapping him back to reality.