Unconscious
09-12-2006, 12:10 PM
This is a rewrite of a previous piece of work I had done, I have tried to use more detail in this copy, however.
Halfway To Hell
By Christopher Lodge
Prologue
Phobos, February 15th, 2145.
Dr Victoria Janstine was slouched over the desk with her eyes fixated on the computer screen in front of her. Her wavy, strawberry blonde hair was tidily tucked behind her ears, and her large, black, thick-rimmed spectacles overshadowed her evidently weary face.
She was studying the statistics on some form of dynamic chart: it seemed to be measuring the voltages of an anonymous device.
“500, 560, 540, 490, 560…” She whispered to herself anxiously.
This has never worked before; it had to be one of the biggest risks Professor Betruger has ever taken: If it succeeded and all went as intended, Betruger and his team were sure to win the Noble Prize; however, if they were unsuccessful, they would almost certainly die.
“580, 590, 540, 550, 430, 400, 450, 500,” She whispered to herself yet again, just as apprehensively.
Victoria was growing increasingly anxious by the minute. Every second that the machine was online, the more probable it became that something would go wrong. The danger that Betruger was putting his crew in was insane; it was just too dangerous. One false move, and there could be an explosion the size of an atomic bomb!
“We need more power!” Ordered a rather sinister voice coming from the speakers on the desk adjacent to Victoria, who immediately pressed a little green button on the desk neighboring her. The said button had “Microphone” written above it.
“Are you sure? Professor, we’ve already filled the machine to its maximum safe capacity! If we put the voltages any higher, it’ll be in the red!” Victoria protested loudly.
“Are you disobeying my orders? How dare you… I’m in control of this operation, and I shall be the one who makes the decisions, all of the decisions, you’re just here to work, and nothing more.” The voice snarled back in retort.
Victoria hesitated; she didn’t know what to say. Should she do what she believes to be right, or follow the orders of her boss?
“Well?” Growled the voice.
“Okay Professor, I will up the voltage by 500 volts. I hope you know what you’re doing,” Victoria replied with a hint of defeat in her voice.
Victoria rose out of her chair, and walked towards the back of the office; there was a large, murky-grey machine attached to the wall. Directly in the centre of the appliance there was a display, on which the phrase “APROX: 400V” was flashing.
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Halfway To Hell
By Christopher Lodge
Prologue
Phobos, February 15th, 2145.
Dr Victoria Janstine was slouched over the desk with her eyes fixated on the computer screen in front of her. Her wavy, strawberry blonde hair was tidily tucked behind her ears, and her large, black, thick-rimmed spectacles overshadowed her evidently weary face.
She was studying the statistics on some form of dynamic chart: it seemed to be measuring the voltages of an anonymous device.
“500, 560, 540, 490, 560…” She whispered to herself anxiously.
This has never worked before; it had to be one of the biggest risks Professor Betruger has ever taken: If it succeeded and all went as intended, Betruger and his team were sure to win the Noble Prize; however, if they were unsuccessful, they would almost certainly die.
“580, 590, 540, 550, 430, 400, 450, 500,” She whispered to herself yet again, just as apprehensively.
Victoria was growing increasingly anxious by the minute. Every second that the machine was online, the more probable it became that something would go wrong. The danger that Betruger was putting his crew in was insane; it was just too dangerous. One false move, and there could be an explosion the size of an atomic bomb!
“We need more power!” Ordered a rather sinister voice coming from the speakers on the desk adjacent to Victoria, who immediately pressed a little green button on the desk neighboring her. The said button had “Microphone” written above it.
“Are you sure? Professor, we’ve already filled the machine to its maximum safe capacity! If we put the voltages any higher, it’ll be in the red!” Victoria protested loudly.
“Are you disobeying my orders? How dare you… I’m in control of this operation, and I shall be the one who makes the decisions, all of the decisions, you’re just here to work, and nothing more.” The voice snarled back in retort.
Victoria hesitated; she didn’t know what to say. Should she do what she believes to be right, or follow the orders of her boss?
“Well?” Growled the voice.
“Okay Professor, I will up the voltage by 500 volts. I hope you know what you’re doing,” Victoria replied with a hint of defeat in her voice.
Victoria rose out of her chair, and walked towards the back of the office; there was a large, murky-grey machine attached to the wall. Directly in the centre of the appliance there was a display, on which the phrase “APROX: 400V” was flashing.
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That's all so far, what do you think?
Please let me know about the following:
Language?
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Puncuation?
Grammar?
Story (so far)?
Tense?
Believable?
Detail?
Cheers!