would go through the wooded area and the park to the pond and then back to the manhole!
“You mean they’ll hack a path through the trees and park lawn and then to the pond and finally to the manhole?” he asked trying not to sound incredulous. He was convinced that they were going to be caught.
“Why the interest to engage this Complex?”
“This is the nerve center of Genetica. This Machine carries a billion petaflops per second.”
“It’s not easy to change its system,” Wolf said.
“That is not the plan. Our instructions are to walk through it and place our tech footprints here. I think there are some really smart devices attached to me that h ave unbelievable algorithms.”
+++++
Then it all came back to him. This was the same Complex that he had dreamt about where Dr Mengele had brought him as child. He had drawn Wolf’s picture on a white wall and blew to give his clone a separate life. This clone was in suspension and would be activated if were to expire. Wolf remembered that he had given him the paint brush which he had been hesitant to hold. Finally in his last dream he recalled that he had taken hold of it and had been filled with overwhelming power. Dr Mengele seemed to remind him that the paint brush was still with him ready to be claimed. He felt weak and she had to momentarily take hold of him until he got a grip of himself.
“You’ll get over it,” she said. Were there things she knew that he was not privy too at this point?
He sensed that the markers were synchronized around him because he would have to return later and confront Dr Mengele. But why?
This Complex would have very sophisticated surveillance gear and he wondered why were they exposing themselves unnecessarily? It suddenly occurred to him that they had received inside help from a mole or someone who was very familiar with the place.
She seemed to sense what he was t hinking, “It’s not that simple.”
“Why expose ourselves?” Wolf couldn’t help asking.
She shrugged, whispering, “Let the complex simulation program figure it out while we just go through our motions.”
They walked past the Complex without incident. The workers going in and out and the guards barely looked up at them.
It was as they were walking towards the trees and through the park that the alarm sounded.
They started running very fast towards the edge of the trees. The guards near the Complex did not run or fire at them. In fact they were looking at them quite incredulously as if they were insane and were rushing to commit suicide.
They could see the outlines of 2 platoons of robots moving to catch up with them. It seemed that from the time she entered Genetica she had been monitored.
The trees were deathly quiet. “Don’t mind them. They’ll start their tantrums soon.” She looked quickly at Wolf and was concerned at his lack of confidence. “We can do this,” she said with supreme confidence.
Then it dawned on him that in a simulation they were merely pawns playing a role. It was not for them to think of the impossible. They were to believe and have faith. This notion boosted his spirit.
They were in the direct shadow of the trees when they began to shake violently as if they were going through a kind of controlled tantrum. Leaves began to rain down on them. But an unusual thing happened. The re seemed to be a kind of anti magnetic repellant protecting them and they passed safely through.
“Keep running in a couching position so that they will not suspect anything until we reach the Park.”
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“I suspect that the grass will not start rotating their blades until we are inside so that there’s no escape.”
“We are not going back to that manhole. The area is heavily guarded. It’s the pond.”
Wolf’s hunch was right. The innocently looking grass began to be transformed into green metallic sharp blades whirring and cutting anything it came into contact with.
However, t here seemed to be a pattern superimposed on
“You mean they’ll hack a path through the trees and park lawn and then to the pond and finally to the manhole?” he asked trying not to sound incredulous. He was convinced that they were going to be caught.
“Why the interest to engage this Complex?”
“This is the nerve center of Genetica. This Machine carries a billion petaflops per second.”
“It’s not easy to change its system,” Wolf said.
“That is not the plan. Our instructions are to walk through it and place our tech footprints here. I think there are some really smart devices attached to me that h ave unbelievable algorithms.”
+++++
Then it all came back to him. This was the same Complex that he had dreamt about where Dr Mengele had brought him as child. He had drawn Wolf’s picture on a white wall and blew to give his clone a separate life. This clone was in suspension and would be activated if were to expire. Wolf remembered that he had given him the paint brush which he had been hesitant to hold. Finally in his last dream he recalled that he had taken hold of it and had been filled with overwhelming power. Dr Mengele seemed to remind him that the paint brush was still with him ready to be claimed. He felt weak and she had to momentarily take hold of him until he got a grip of himself.
“You’ll get over it,” she said. Were there things she knew that he was not privy too at this point?
He sensed that the markers were synchronized around him because he would have to return later and confront Dr Mengele. But why?
This Complex would have very sophisticated surveillance gear and he wondered why were they exposing themselves unnecessarily? It suddenly occurred to him that they had received inside help from a mole or someone who was very familiar with the place.
She seemed to sense what he was t hinking, “It’s not that simple.”
“Why expose ourselves?” Wolf couldn’t help asking.
She shrugged, whispering, “Let the complex simulation program figure it out while we just go through our motions.”
They walked past the Complex without incident. The workers going in and out and the guards barely looked up at them.
It was as they were walking towards the trees and through the park that the alarm sounded.
They started running very fast towards the edge of the trees. The guards near the Complex did not run or fire at them. In fact they were looking at them quite incredulously as if they were insane and were rushing to commit suicide.
They could see the outlines of 2 platoons of robots moving to catch up with them. It seemed that from the time she entered Genetica she had been monitored.
The trees were deathly quiet. “Don’t mind them. They’ll start their tantrums soon.” She looked quickly at Wolf and was concerned at his lack of confidence. “We can do this,” she said with supreme confidence.
Then it dawned on him that in a simulation they were merely pawns playing a role. It was not for them to think of the impossible. They were to believe and have faith. This notion boosted his spirit.
They were in the direct shadow of the trees when they began to shake violently as if they were going through a kind of controlled tantrum. Leaves began to rain down on them. But an unusual thing happened. The re seemed to be a kind of anti magnetic repellant protecting them and they passed safely through.
“Keep running in a couching position so that they will not suspect anything until we reach the Park.”
+++++
“I suspect that the grass will not start rotating their blades until we are inside so that there’s no escape.”
“We are not going back to that manhole. The area is heavily guarded. It’s the pond.”
Wolf’s hunch was right. The innocently looking grass began to be transformed into green metallic sharp blades whirring and cutting anything it came into contact with.
However, t here seemed to be a pattern superimposed on
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