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Post by Sora on Dec 19, 2005 21:51:07 GMT -5
OK I have a LOT of free time on my hands now, and I thought it would be best to spend it writing a 667 fan-fic to pass the time. I assure you that this one, (unlike Stranded or Phase 1) will continue to the end. The Fan-fic is entitled the 667 code, a fan-fic about a deadly secret within 667, one of the world's most influential organizations. Dante Ray a 667 employee, stumbles upon a conspiracy in his companiy's inner, workings, which leads to the discovery of a secret that could rock the world for ever. The following people are already written into the story.
Pandora Rewena- The corporate leader of 667, age 62, highly succesful buisness women.
Derik Rewena- Pandora's husband, lives in Pandora's shadow.
Sir Phillip Jared (PJ) Yates- Australia's 667 represenative in technological advancements, Dante's best friend.
Swans Truman- President of Truman Corp., previously run by late husband Thomas 'Tragedy' Truman. Truman corp extreme rivals with 667.
Other charactors:
Kimia Anderson J B.S.A.M (A computer program) John Ennui the assistant Klaus19 Alice Silverspoon Please post if you wish to be in this story, and give me your charactors last name and possible personality traits.
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Post by Snicket on Dec 19, 2005 21:57:22 GMT -5
I like the B.S.A.M computer program idea. Possibly the most difficult computer system ever.
I will be
Steve Snicket Gates (Steve Gates) the obbsessive-compulsive creator and programmer behind B.S.A.M.
EDIT: Also has a personality disorder. His personality randomly changes. He is also the happy, jumpy, and fun creator of Dance Dance Revolution and Donkey Konga (Games for Gamecube).
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Post by SF on Dec 19, 2005 22:03:38 GMT -5
I'll be in it. My name can be... Jo Schmo.
Edit:
O yeah, personality traits... umm... yeah, use your imagination.
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Post by idiotj on Dec 19, 2005 22:06:16 GMT -5
Wanna be in it. Character name Jenna or J. Persoanlity traits...I'm whatever you want me to be.
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Post by Grey Snicket on Dec 19, 2005 22:14:00 GMT -5
ooh! let me be Hitori Hamauzu! He's the happy bored guy with the big weapon! (Or no weapon...your choise)
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Post by PJ on Dec 20, 2005 0:53:18 GMT -5
Sir Phillip Jared (PJ) Yates- Australia's 667 represenative in technological advancements, Dante's best friend. Booya!
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Post by Sora on Dec 20, 2005 16:09:54 GMT -5
OK here is Le Prologue. I'm terribly sorry Roy, but it was the only way I could make this work. Enjoy.
Da 667 Code
Prologue
Steve Gates washed his hands for the fourth time in 667 International’s private toilets. It was his daily ritual, and at Steve’s age, he had given up all hope of curbing his obsessive habits. OC since birth, Steve found that his obsession with hygiene prevented him from ever getting a job in the outside world, and the fact that Stevie, his alternate personality, was always glum only added to his problems. Thus he became secluded, working almost day and night on his parents gift of pity to him, a computer. Steve became almost as obsessed with the inner workings of computer programming, as he did with making sure all his shelves were cleansed with anti-bacterial soap. It became his sole purpose in life. In 1996 Steve graduated college with plenty of job offers around the world for his amazing skills. Unfortunately for him, such skills do not escape the notice of corporate giants like Pandora Rewena, and only days before he sealed a deal with Truman Corp., he received a handwritten letter from Pandora herself. Dearest Steven, It read, It has come to my attention that you have graduated university with exceptional skills in computer programming. I have been watching your progress for a couple years now, and I must admit your one of brightest programmers I have seen in a Very long time. Which is saying a lot considering that my company employs only the elite of the elite when it comes to our technology departments. So here is the deal. I want, no NEED you to come to England and help me with a, well I wouldn’t say ‘project’, but more of an, opportunity of a lifetime. I shall not say much in this letter, but let’s just say that you will be creating THE most advanced computer systems in the world for me. Think of it as your greatest challenge. And you get to work for moi. What could be better? If I have peaked your interest, please respond promptly. I will be waiting in anticipation.
Hope your doing marvelous Pandora Rewena C.E.O of 667
P.S. You have no choice in the matter, either way. I have taken the liberty of seizing your assets, and if you don’t comply to my demands, I will crush you in seconds.
Steve obviously had very few options in this situation, and he complied. From that day his life changed forever. Day and night, Steve slaved over his masterpiece. Pandora had made it clear from the first day that there would be no room for error. It had to be virus proof on every level possible. He had no budget of course, as 667 seemed to have endless supplies of money.
Steve returned to his lab. He washed the door handle with his personal rag before entry, then promptly entered the room and turned on the light. The light switch was jammed. Steve tried it again. No use. Steve shrugged and went toward the central computer. He could just simply ask B.S.A.M. to turn the lights on. "Good Afternoon B.S.A.M." Steve said with a yawn. "Good Afternoon Mr. Gates. Did you have a pleasant lunch?" Steve frowned. That was odd. B.S.A.M never asked if Steve had a good lunch. Despite all his efforts, B.S.A.M had to be the most difficult AI computer program in existence. This was partly his own fault as, when B.S.A.M was receiving his final personality matrixes, Steve became Stevie, and went from happy to depressed in about 5 seconds. Stevie didn’t like cheerful things, and so he programmed B.S.A.M. to be the same way, and while doing this, also made him be disobedient, sarcastic, and rude. Despite all his efforts, Steve was unable to reverse the programming later. "It was rather good B.S.A.M., thanks for asking. Hey, do you mind turning the lights on?" Steve waited a few seconds. Nothing happened. "B.S.A.M?" No reply. Steve felt himself getting angry. He hoped that Stevo, his other anger prone personality wouldn’t come out. The only time Stevo had ever helped him was when he was writing the plot lines to GameCube’s Donkey Konga. "B.S.A.M. please just hurry up. I need to make sure that your access with Pandora’s server is still working well." B.S.A.M. took a moment to respond. "I am very happy that you created me Steve." Steve raised his eyebrows. A thank you? Well that was a huge change. "And I am very sorry that it is you that will have to expire before me." Steve was now starting to get suspicious. B.S.A.M. must have been watching Oprah again. "I will miss you Steve. I really will. Goodbye Steve." Steve was really spooked now. This was not the B.S.A.M he knew. What did BSAM mean by he would ‘miss him’? He wasn’t going anywhere. Which was true. When the police found his body later, it was still in the exact spot where he had been two hours earlier. Only now Steve Gates or (Stevo Gates or Stevie or Stevna, etc..) was dead.
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Post by s on Dec 20, 2005 16:50:19 GMT -5
Quite good. Intriguing, at the very least.
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Post by Grey Snicket on Dec 20, 2005 17:06:19 GMT -5
ooh! I like it!!! ^_^
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Post by PJ on Dec 20, 2005 19:45:00 GMT -5
Coo. Though it's hard to keep track of the names...is there anyway you can incorporate more of our actual names into the story?
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Post by Snicket on Dec 20, 2005 20:02:11 GMT -5
I kept up with the names. I'm Steve, Stevo, Stevie (Which happen to actually be the names of my dogs on Nintendogs). I like how I die at the start. A short, quick death.
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Post by Sora on Dec 20, 2005 21:38:31 GMT -5
Coo. Though it's hard to keep track of the names...is there anyway you can incorporate more of our actual names into the story? Well most of the charactors will be referred to by their first names, which are for the most parts, their user names. Steve (Snicket) just asked to be called Steve in the story.
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Post by Sora on Dec 22, 2005 0:27:58 GMT -5
Chapter 1
The phone clicked as Dante put down the receiver. He sighed and grabbed some chips from the bowl PJ was eating out off. “Well that’s it.” Dante said with a small smile. “She’s left.” Dante’s wife Antenora had been hinting about leaving Dante for months, and finally last night, she stormed out of the house, taking their two children, Linda and A with her. Dante, had knew this was coming, his job at 667 was taking up almost all of his time, and despite his best efforts, he was hardly getting any time with Antenora at night. Dante was starting to get the inkling she was having an affair with their young postman Jack Skelligton, and it was only a matter of time before she just ended it all. Antenora had just called to say that she had moved all of her things out of the house, and was staying with her mother for the time being. “You all right mate?” Dante nodded and took a swig of his beer. After a long day at work, Dante didn’t feel up to having to go to empty home, so he dragged himself over to his best friend’s, Sir Phillip Jared Yates, summer home and watched the footy. Phillip, or as Dante called him, PJ, was on a business trip for Australia’s 667 branch. Apparently some big shot had gone and copped it in the Techie block, and according to PJ, Pandora herself was looking for a replacement. ‘It have been an important job.’ Dante thought. Pandora NEVER showed herself to any of her employees. Only the 1st level had ever met Pandora in person, and for most of them, only briefly. No one knew what she did to keep 667 the biggest commercial enterprise in the world, but it must have been something. “Yeah I’m good. So tell me more bout this guy that kicked the bucket.” PJ rolled his eyes. “His name is Steve I think. I met once at a conference in Singapore. Really weird bloke. Paranoid, and kept changing his emotions when he talked to me. He’s into computer programming. That’s about all I know.” “You mean that’s all your able to tell me. Right?” PJ gave Dante a most mysterious look, then turned up the volume, on the TV. “God Manchester’s gone to the dogs since I’ve been here. What were they bloody playing with that?” Dante gave PJ a dark look then stood up. “Goin for a whizz. Don’t eat all the chips.” “Mate, I don’t know what your playin at, but these are MY chips. In my eyes, I’m just giving you some as charity.” Dante rolled his eyes and wandered off to the toilet. He closed the door and went. Even for a summer house, the bathroom was huge. Spa, huge shower and bath, enormous ash counter-places and sinks. PJ was wealthy, and he let it show. Suddenly his cellphone went off. Dante quickly switched it on. “Hello.” “Hi Honey, this Antenora.” The voice sounded strangely muffled. Dante frowned. Why was Antenora calling now? Hadn’t she gotten enough of yelling at him? And why was she calling him ‘honey’ all of a sudden? “Um Hi Antenora. What’s up? Did you leave something at the house?” “No of course not darling. I was just wondering if you could meet me at the house. Now.” Dante was really confused now. A ‘darling’? And why did she want him at home? “What for?” “Um, well Linda’s sick. She’s vomiting and everything, and she won’t let me give her any medicine until you see her.” Dante wiped his hands and walked out of the bathroom. “O.k., I’ll come. Be right there.” Dante grabbed his coat and peeked around the corner at P.J. “Sorry mate, gotta skive off, Linda’s sick.” “And the old bag can’t care for her herself?” P.J. was never got on that well with Antenora. “Yeah well she says Linda’s adamant that I see her, so I’m headin over to the house. Don’t drink yourself silly.” “Cheers mate.” P.J. waved then went back to watching the soccer. Dante opened the door and walked out to his car. It was really cold and Dante shivered as he got in. Then he zoomed off to go see Linda, before she puked all over his brand new rug. He was nearly home, when something clicked in PJ’s doorway. The house exploded into flames.
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Dec 22, 2005 16:06:40 GMT -5
Very suspenseful. I haven't read Da Vinci code, so I'm not sure how everything'll turn out. (And it's a bit interesting how Antenora is my mother in this story, and I'm her mother in Dupin's story)
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Post by Alice Wilde on Dec 22, 2005 16:10:24 GMT -5
The house exploded into flames.
I'm unsure if you are quoting the original novel, but even still, that is the best last line for a chapter I have ever read.
I like this! The conversation is very realistic, and your characters are lifelike. Keep going.
Also...if it isn't that much trouble...may I have a small part? I feel so needy for asking. You don't have to. And, you can kill me off, if you'd like.
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