Black Ice - Story from TSA + Kiskae 2 transformation

Scorch · 08-20-2015

I read this story years ago, and it popped into my head. I had the idea to do a TG transformation with Kiskae 2, the transformation takes about 12 days to complete, here is the first part of the story, followed By the TG in art form.

"Black: [n., adj.]: 1) a color, ... 27) slang, secret, esp. with respect to the military...

Ice: [n., v.]: ... 16) slang, security code in a computer program ..." WEBSTER'S 2015 Ed.

I. AGL

M. October 10. I've arrived. Six years of school and mind-numbing nights in the lab finally pay off. I'm now part of AGL. AGL, mega corpora- tion, leading biocompany in the North American Confederation and rumored owner of the largest block of senators of all the multinationals. My chance at for- tune and fame, a glorious carrer in the fast-growing field of applied genetics. Hooray!

I resolved to start this journal today. Should be interesting reading after my first Nobel (ha ha). Tommorrow I find a bar.

T. October 11. Didn't find the bar yet. Took too long looking over my work area. Pretty much as expected. Top notch, real state-of-the-art. There's even a new Fuller-Pinch sequencer/assembler: an advantage of working for a company that does so much military work.

W. October 12. Military paranoia is rampant. From the recruiting information, I expected to see the mark of their twisted thinking in the defense groups. I didn't expect its iron grip everywhere. There are camera's in the johns for christ sakes! Curiously, the only places not under security's everwatchful eye are the labs. Don't want to spoil the creative flow, I suppose. Damned silly if you ask me. Outside of the defense groups, the German Bloc doesn't give a damn about what we do.

Still haven't found that bar. I've tried seven pubs and holes-in-the -wall between the lab and conap. I didn't think there was that many fake ferns in the world! No doubt about it, yuppies were one of God's bad jokes.

Th.October 13. Met my lab mates. What a pair. Caroles is a big gray bear, maybe 50, big, broad weight-lifter's body just beginning to run to fat. Outgoing, easily liked, the life of the party but with a sober, business side. A good researcher according to his dossier, nothing flashy just quitely competent. Flint couldn't be more different. 32, short, about 30 pounds overweight, his face seemingly frozen into an expression of amused surprise. Where Caroles is gargarious, Flint's quiet, his energy and attention directed inward. Nice enough otherwise. Just, well, insular. Top notch labman though. His earlier work is shot through with pure genius.

P.S.: Caroles says he's knows just the bar I'm looking for.

F.October 14. Finally got to work. Our work's plant genetics, trying to tweak soybeans into drawing their water out of the air. Food for a starved world, and all that. Long way to go before we bear fruit, though.

Th.October 20. Busy past few days. Caroles delivered. He started by showing me the city's seamier side. That's o.k., "meet the winner's in the dives" and all that. Gotta hand it to him too. The places we checked out are hotter than a bunsen. And the women! God! Early in the evening I thought it was my imagination. But as the night went on it became clear I'd died and gone to heaven. Every other woman was a knockout. I kid you not, every second one was the stuff of dreams. They came in all shapes and sizes, but they were universally gorgeous. And as eager for a good time. More often than not they knew Caroles and showed it with unabashed affection.

We ended up at one woman's house. Celia on Caroles' lap and her roommate on mine. The girls were night and day: Celia a tall, frosty blond, built like the proverbial brickhouse; the lady with me, Bev, small, with unblemished honeyed brown skin, face distinctly anglo, but tits and ass undeniably african. And her kisses: like honey. O.K., o.k., I know it was only pheronomes. Of course, we ended up in the sack. Bev was unbelievable. She was insatiable and incredibly responsive, but gentle and, well, fun. Like a kid playing 'show me.' I lost myself in her, waking with the sun up only to start all over again. I get hard just thinking about it.

Caroles and I ultimately had to leave for work, of course. Staggering to the car, half-supporting each other. Dragging myself around most of the day, watching Caroles work unflagingly. Damn the man. He must be made of iron.

Tried to make lunch conversation with Flint Tuesday. He was tightlipped as usual. That's o.k. I did find one thing out. I saw his log entries by accident. Flint was in the lab most of the weekend and every night since, working on something listed as a hobby.

St.October 22. Date with Bev last night. Ended up in the sack again. My god, she's fantastic! Over morning coffee, I finally got her talking about herself. Two years ago she was a lab assistant in one of the defense groups. But the military shit finally got to her. One day after calculating that the lethal rate on her latest baby was 97% she was discovered in the midst of a burning lab, crying uncontrollably, a lighted torch in one hand. Very bad. AGL was furious, of course. And what with the military throwing its ham- handed weight around, she thought it was goodbye for sure. But, when they sifted the ashes the next day, AGL found that every record on Bev's latest project, papers, tapes and disks, had gone up in smoke with the lab. That raised problems: the project was clearly illegal under the '99 treaties. So, AGL and the military decided discretion was the better part of valor. The project had never existed, the fire never occurred and their remained nothing to punish Bev for. Obviously, however, an early retirement was in order.

Bev is amazing. I think the whole thing stinks, but she insists on being forgiving about it. She's actually grateful to AGL! Said it gave her the money and time to work on herself, something she'd wanted for a long time but just hadn't seemed able to find the time for. She even credits AGL for her looks, insists against all evidence that she was an unattractive, mouse of a woman before her 'retirement.' Only after she left work and began working out, did her body miraculously reshape itself into one she'd always dreamed of having. It seems a harmless enough delusion, pretty hard to credit though it is. Women like her are just not made over night. Still, she does have a near fanatic respect for AGL, far beyond what her meager pension seems to warrant. Oh well, at least she seems genuinely interested in my work.

M.October 24. What a weekend. Bev and I went out with Caroles and a new girl, Marge. Marge was much like Celia, blonde-red hair and peaches and cream complexion instead of Celia's frosty ice-queen looks, but the rest was more or less the same. Close enough to be sisters. And every bit as much a bombshell. I used to feel that beauty like that was just a Hollywood creation, but since coming here I've discovered a whole new world.

Anyway, Bev and I ended up back at her place. Celia was apparently out for the weekend. Bev said she wouldn't mind though. Well things went as you'd expect. Saturday night was a groove, and Sunday even better. I love this town.

T.October25. Work, work, work (are you there john warfin?). Cramer, the section head, pulled a surprise inspection. The shit. Good thing Flint seems to have spent another weekend in the lab. Everything was spotless. Cramer seemed disappointed. I don't know why, but I sensed hostility rolling off him like sweat. Tried to thank Flint, but he just played tightlipped again. I'm getting tired of that.

W.October26. I've decided Flint is a mystery I must crack. He blew up at me today when I accidently accessed one of his files. He wiped the screen before I could see much, but I did get a glimpse of some cell structures. What is someone working in plants doing with human cell structures in his data?

T.October2. Flint didn't show up today. About noon someone came in and removed all his stuff. No explanations or comments. All, that is, except his code book. That just happened to fall in that crack behind the printer no one ever notices. After the goons left, I did a full dump onto floppy. Almost 3 gig! Looks like everything Flint did since he came here. I'll stash it and check it out when I get back home.

M.October6. Bad juju. They spotted the code book's absence. I don't know what I've got, but it must be important. Security swarmed through the place like locusts. Found the book, of course, just where I replaced it. I'll have to take a look at the disks as soon as possible.

T.October9. Someone around here clearly has a case of the screaming paranoids. Christ, armed guards at every corner! What have I gotten into?

F.October10. The goons are still playing soldier at every corner. Now I know how the Russians felt when the Fourth Reich came marching in. How does any one think in the military labs?

S.October 11. Gotta beg forgiveness from Bev. Stood her up. I must be crazy, but, hell, talk about chinese puzzles. For starters, the ice is definitely olive drab. Took me all day and four systems crashes to punch through. Didn't even make it all the way through. This is definitely weird, nothing about plants rates military ice.

S.October 12. Eureka! All is revealed. The ice makes sense. Even the human genome data fit. Its a viral modification program. Self- replicating, tough and wicked. It eats anything. Including viralphages. Especially viralphages. A normal AMA approved dose of AnaV would kick the thing into overdrive, boost efficiency 50 or maybe 60 per cent. That makes no sense. At that rate, the five day cycle would require the calories from 60 or more pounds of tissue. Haven't figured out the end product; need more memory than my home deck has.

Scorch · 08-20-2015

TG part

Scorch · 08-22-2015

Criticism please. You guys know the drill.

joeberan · 08-22-2015

Pretty good. The text is a little hard to read in some of the panels.

foebits · 08-22-2015

Aside from a large number of grammar errors it's pretty good. I especially like how you took time to go through the mental process.

Daichi Azure · 09-09-2015

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Originally Posted by joeberan

Pretty good. The text is a little hard to read in some of the panels.

Quote:

Originally Posted by foebits

Aside from a large number of grammar errors it's pretty good. I especially like how you took time to go through the mental process.

I agree with both of them...from the grammatical errors i take it that English is not your native tounge?

Scorch · 09-10-2015

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Originally Posted by Daichi Azure

I agree with both of them...from the grammatical errors i take it that English is not your native tounge?

No, I didn't write it. I just used it. I said so in my first post.

08-20-2015	#1
Scorch Process Master Join Date: Oct 2005 Posts: 741	Black Ice - Story from TSA + Kiskae 2 transformation I read this story years ago, and it popped into my head. I had the idea to do a TG transformation with Kiskae 2, the transformation takes about 12 days to complete, here is the first part of the story, followed By the TG in art form. "Black: [n., adj.]: 1) a color, ... 27) slang, secret, esp. with respect to the military... Ice: [n., v.]: ... 16) slang, security code in a computer program ..." WEBSTER'S 2015 Ed. I. AGL M. October 10. I've arrived. Six years of school and mind-numbing nights in the lab finally pay off. I'm now part of AGL. AGL, mega corpora- tion, leading biocompany in the North American Confederation and rumored owner of the largest block of senators of all the multinationals. My chance at for- tune and fame, a glorious carrer in the fast-growing field of applied genetics. Hooray! I resolved to start this journal today. Should be interesting reading after my first Nobel (ha ha). Tommorrow I find a bar. T. October 11. Didn't find the bar yet. Took too long looking over my work area. Pretty much as expected. Top notch, real state-of-the-art. There's even a new Fuller-Pinch sequencer/assembler: an advantage of working for a company that does so much military work. W. October 12. Military paranoia is rampant. From the recruiting information, I expected to see the mark of their twisted thinking in the defense groups. I didn't expect its iron grip everywhere. There are camera's in the johns for christ sakes! Curiously, the only places not under security's everwatchful eye are the labs. Don't want to spoil the creative flow, I suppose. Damned silly if you ask me. Outside of the defense groups, the German Bloc doesn't give a damn about what we do. Still haven't found that bar. I've tried seven pubs and holes-in-the -wall between the lab and conap. I didn't think there was that many fake ferns in the world! No doubt about it, yuppies were one of God's bad jokes. Th.October 13. Met my lab mates. What a pair. Caroles is a big gray bear, maybe 50, big, broad weight-lifter's body just beginning to run to fat. Outgoing, easily liked, the life of the party but with a sober, business side. A good researcher according to his dossier, nothing flashy just quitely competent. Flint couldn't be more different. 32, short, about 30 pounds overweight, his face seemingly frozen into an expression of amused surprise. Where Caroles is gargarious, Flint's quiet, his energy and attention directed inward. Nice enough otherwise. Just, well, insular. Top notch labman though. His earlier work is shot through with pure genius. P.S.: Caroles says he's knows just the bar I'm looking for. F.October 14. Finally got to work. Our work's plant genetics, trying to tweak soybeans into drawing their water out of the air. Food for a starved world, and all that. Long way to go before we bear fruit, though. Th.October 20. Busy past few days. Caroles delivered. He started by showing me the city's seamier side. That's o.k., "meet the winner's in the dives" and all that. Gotta hand it to him too. The places we checked out are hotter than a bunsen. And the women! God! Early in the evening I thought it was my imagination. But as the night went on it became clear I'd died and gone to heaven. Every other woman was a knockout. I kid you not, every second one was the stuff of dreams. They came in all shapes and sizes, but they were universally gorgeous. And as eager for a good time. More often than not they knew Caroles and showed it with unabashed affection. We ended up at one woman's house. Celia on Caroles' lap and her roommate on mine. The girls were night and day: Celia a tall, frosty blond, built like the proverbial brickhouse; the lady with me, Bev, small, with unblemished honeyed brown skin, face distinctly anglo, but tits and ass undeniably african. And her kisses: like honey. O.K., o.k., I know it was only pheronomes. Of course, we ended up in the sack. Bev was unbelievable. She was insatiable and incredibly responsive, but gentle and, well, fun. Like a kid playing 'show me.' I lost myself in her, waking with the sun up only to start all over again. I get hard just thinking about it. Caroles and I ultimately had to leave for work, of course. Staggering to the car, half-supporting each other. Dragging myself around most of the day, watching Caroles work unflagingly. Damn the man. He must be made of iron. Tried to make lunch conversation with Flint Tuesday. He was tightlipped as usual. That's o.k. I did find one thing out. I saw his log entries by accident. Flint was in the lab most of the weekend and every night since, working on something listed as a hobby. St.October 22. Date with Bev last night. Ended up in the sack again. My god, she's fantastic! Over morning coffee, I finally got her talking about herself. Two years ago she was a lab assistant in one of the defense groups. But the military shit finally got to her. One day after calculating that the lethal rate on her latest baby was 97% she was discovered in the midst of a burning lab, crying uncontrollably, a lighted torch in one hand. Very bad. AGL was furious, of course. And what with the military throwing its ham- handed weight around, she thought it was goodbye for sure. But, when they sifted the ashes the next day, AGL found that every record on Bev's latest project, papers, tapes and disks, had gone up in smoke with the lab. That raised problems: the project was clearly illegal under the '99 treaties. So, AGL and the military decided discretion was the better part of valor. The project had never existed, the fire never occurred and their remained nothing to punish Bev for. Obviously, however, an early retirement was in order. Bev is amazing. I think the whole thing stinks, but she insists on being forgiving about it. She's actually grateful to AGL! Said it gave her the money and time to work on herself, something she'd wanted for a long time but just hadn't seemed able to find the time for. She even credits AGL for her looks, insists against all evidence that she was an unattractive, mouse of a woman before her 'retirement.' Only after she left work and began working out, did her body miraculously reshape itself into one she'd always dreamed of having. It seems a harmless enough delusion, pretty hard to credit though it is. Women like her are just not made over night. Still, she does have a near fanatic respect for AGL, far beyond what her meager pension seems to warrant. Oh well, at least she seems genuinely interested in my work. M.October 24. What a weekend. Bev and I went out with Caroles and a new girl, Marge. Marge was much like Celia, blonde-red hair and peaches and cream complexion instead of Celia's frosty ice-queen looks, but the rest was more or less the same. Close enough to be sisters. And every bit as much a bombshell. I used to feel that beauty like that was just a Hollywood creation, but since coming here I've discovered a whole new world. Anyway, Bev and I ended up back at her place. Celia was apparently out for the weekend. Bev said she wouldn't mind though. Well things went as you'd expect. Saturday night was a groove, and Sunday even better. I love this town. T.October25. Work, work, work (are you there john warfin?). Cramer, the section head, pulled a surprise inspection. The shit. Good thing Flint seems to have spent another weekend in the lab. Everything was spotless. Cramer seemed disappointed. I don't know why, but I sensed hostility rolling off him like sweat. Tried to thank Flint, but he just played tightlipped again. I'm getting tired of that. W.October26. I've decided Flint is a mystery I must crack. He blew up at me today when I accidently accessed one of his files. He wiped the screen before I could see much, but I did get a glimpse of some cell structures. What is someone working in plants doing with human cell structures in his data? T.October2. Flint didn't show up today. About noon someone came in and removed all his stuff. No explanations or comments. All, that is, except his code book. That just happened to fall in that crack behind the printer no one ever notices. After the goons left, I did a full dump onto floppy. Almost 3 gig! Looks like everything Flint did since he came here. I'll stash it and check it out when I get back home. M.October6. Bad juju. They spotted the code book's absence. I don't know what I've got, but it must be important. Security swarmed through the place like locusts. Found the book, of course, just where I replaced it. I'll have to take a look at the disks as soon as possible. T.October9. Someone around here clearly has a case of the screaming paranoids. Christ, armed guards at every corner! What have I gotten into? F.October10. The goons are still playing soldier at every corner. Now I know how the Russians felt when the Fourth Reich came marching in. How does any one think in the military labs? S.October 11. Gotta beg forgiveness from Bev. Stood her up. I must be crazy, but, hell, talk about chinese puzzles. For starters, the ice is definitely olive drab. Took me all day and four systems crashes to punch through. Didn't even make it all the way through. This is definitely weird, nothing about plants rates military ice. S.October 12. Eureka! All is revealed. The ice makes sense. Even the human genome data fit. Its a viral modification program. Self- replicating, tough and wicked. It eats anything. Including viralphages. Especially viralphages. A normal AMA approved dose of AnaV would kick the thing into overdrive, boost efficiency 50 or maybe 60 per cent. That makes no sense. At that rate, the five day cycle would require the calories from 60 or more pounds of tissue. Haven't figured out the end product; need more memory than my home deck has. __________________ Torn-City - Massively multiplayer online text based RPG

08-22-2015	#3
Scorch Process Master Join Date: Oct 2005 Posts: 741	Re: Black Ice - Story from TSA + Kiskae 2 transformation Criticism please. You guys know the drill. __________________ Torn-City - Massively multiplayer online text based RPG

08-22-2015	#4
joeberan Process Fan Join Date: May 2011 Posts: 41	Re: Black Ice - Story from TSA + Kiskae 2 transformation Pretty good. The text is a little hard to read in some of the panels.

08-22-2015	#5
foebits planetsauce Join Date: Jun 2013 Posts: 113	Re: Black Ice - Story from TSA + Kiskae 2 transformation Aside from a large number of grammar errors it's pretty good. I especially like how you took time to go through the mental process.