LCD, which stands for "Lighted Computer-Generated Dynamic [Being]"
Mute (Except for the computer sounds he makes), Curious, Easy-Going, Observant
In a obscure technology lab...."Tell me again," One of scientists said,
"Why are we doing this again?" The scientist finished, shuffling his feet nervously. Before him stood a tall man, in a black trench coat. Normally, it would seem like these kind of people should be running the military, but there was something about this shady man that told everyone around him that he knew alot about coding, and he knew what he was talking about.
It was an area of computer generation that had far surpassed anyone's expectations of what could be done by computers, or rather, with computers. The man had handed over the code, on a USB, which seemed rather primitive to the teeming new technology around them. The USB, which was also dinged and dirtied as if it had been dragged across a swamp, and dragged back, held the code of a program that could, with the aid of a professional projector, create holograms. Holograms, which were computer generated images that seemed to hover in mid air when projected.
The man remained silent still, and the scientist seemed to get the hint to continue. He walked away, hinting the man to follow. As they went deeper into the lab, passing confused, and almost a bit paranoid, scientist who would stare at the man, who stood out like a sore thumb in his black trenchcoat, in a bleach white laboratory. The scientist with the USB took them to the back of the hall, that nearly seemed as shady as the man himself. There, where there was peace and quiet to work, was a room, with one way mirrors connecting to another room. It was almost set up like an interrogation chamber. But why, in a computer Laboratory?
The room with the mirror also held a desk, which was older, but still extremely powerful.
"I-I-I'll be right back... I just need to grab a projector..." Said the scientist, who placed the USB on the desk and hurried out the door. The man, who still remained silent, even after the scientist returned with the projector. He hooked up the wires so the projector lay in the other room from the computer, but still could relay a signal.
The scientist began to turn on the computer, when the man pushed him away.
Hands off kid. I'll take it from here. Boomed the man, with an extremely low voice. He finally removed his trench coat and fedora, revealing an oddly well-built man, with a sturdy frame, six-pack and all the works. Just enough to be handsome for even the straightest of men. The man wheeled up a typical desk chair, and immediately set to work, his fingers flying across the keyboard, almost in a blur.
Minutes passed as the man busily worked at the computer, which felt like hours to the timid scientist, who strangely agreed to this project. Oh you didn't know? The man is a scientist too, but prefers the under cover side of computers, almost never appearing for work. Yes, he also worked here, but on, well, other subjects.
The man finally pressed enter, and the fans of the computer began to whirr, as it went to work on it's part of the job. It took just one minute until a dialog box popped up on the computer monitor. It didn't have any message, just two buttons, oddly labeled "Yes" and "No."
The man finally turned to the scientist, and asked if the projector was turned on. The scientist, in his hunched state, walked into the other room, and flicked on the projector, and then ran quickly back to the other room, scared of perhaps the program, or rather, the experiment, going wrong.
The mouse hovered over the "Yes" button, as the man looked at the scientist out of the corner of his eye, curious to see his expression.
The man clicked the button and both the computer and projector shut off. The scientist, Shocked and worried something might have gone wrong, backed up a step, mouth agap. The projector was the only one who turned back on after 30 seconds, and then whirred, but didn't project anything.
Slowly, out of nowhere, an image began to form, in mid-air, like a hologram should have. It began to scroll downward, going across, generating pixel-by-pixel, until a head could be made out. Both the man and the scientist cocked their head curiously.
What is it? the scientist asked curiously.
I'm not sure... It's supposed to generate a human, but without a face... the man said, with equal confusion. The man made no move to end the program, just as curious as the scientist was. By the time the man finished his sentence, a head, with eyes closed, very long ears, and a neck, all with a blue-ish tint to it. It was a darker blue on the top half of the body, and a faintly lighter shade of blue on the bottom half. It was like an odd weasel-like creature, with an orange nose. By this point, the top half of the body was generated, revealing a set of wings. It was relatively small, but seemed like it could carry the creature a distance, and a short one at that. But what had the men the most astounded, was the appearance of a tail, which was very fat at the start, but extremely, abnormally long. This creature was unlike anything ever seen, to this world at least. At this point, the entire body was generated, but the projector was continuing its whir, like it was still working, yet finished.
A good thirty minutes had past, and the computer was still whirring. The men seemed to not notice the elapsed time, as they were both still transfixed on the creature. A new species? What Gender? The scientist shook the trance from his mind, and asked
Isn't it supposed to stop? By now, at least? He said, nervous-ness returning to his voice. The man, who was rather, thinking about what went wrong in the 100,000+ lines of code he wrote.
Huh? Oh, erm.... yeeah probably. He said, shaken from his trance too. He began his lightning-fast typing once again, his fingers flying to write a termination program.
He was half way through when the lights began to flicker, and the sound of the generators below them whirring into overdrive was suddenly evident.
What's going on? the scientist said, while slowly backing away toward the door. Suddenly there was banging on the door, and the face of another scientist, with many more behind it, shouted a muffled command,
What's happening in there? The data's being sapped! The scene began to look hellish, with flickering lights, a strange species, and the banging fists, turned into banging doors, as the others tried to get through.
The door's not working! The scientist yelled above the deafening hum of the generators.
Just then, the power went fully out, as the man had entered the termination program. The backup generators came up within a few seconds.
But everything was silent as everyone looked at the projector room.
There, laying on the ground, was the hologram, but, well,
whole.
The creature that laid there, fluttered its eyes open, and lifted its head up, and got to its feet. It just stood there, staring eye to eye with its creator, and the scientist.
A failed experiment? Or a successful one? The intention of creating a hologram, but instead, creating a new species.
~Time Skip a few years~~75% done~
~More about Holograms~
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