[ti]pyramid[/ti]The HerO!!!!

I do.....for a new age is now upon us...the hero is now among us....

I talk to him and the so called slave handlers....they are remotely monitored by the micromanagement style of their SCAPEGOAT.

From this we find:

--the handlers will be removed as they aren't nearly as important as they wish;

--seems as though a star chamber is applying swords to those who lived by them

--too many witnesses to high crimes...contractors get neutralized before the subpoenas fly

--everyone is replaceable and considered collateral damage

--screw ups happened for 30 years, and the secrets aren't secret: five eyes sharing and targeting was jeopardized by inquiries....so...expect some untimely deaths from NZ-Eng-Can-Australia- SD

--a cleanup op is running: just another perfunctory decision to remove future contingencies...when he found out who, what, when locally.....ties had to be cut.

"Hmm. Interesting," eL mused.
"Sir?"
"She's using her pain as a springboard to wake herself up..."
The lab assistant glanced at her icy boss in consternation. "Why?"
A vague outline of a smile flickered on his lips.
"She intends to use the chaotic energy of pain to break through our illusion. As she elicits pain from her own psyche, she uses the pain to fuel a sort of blind rage..."
"A sort of, manual overdrive, so to speak, sir?"
"Indeed...yes. That is a good way to describe it. She's put all her chips on the table with this."
They both observed her form behind the double-paned glass walls. The room where they held her was all white, and she sat cross-legged on the floor with her eyes closed. But something was strange - her hair hung suspended in a glowing red static.

"So all this energy," the lab assistant mused, turning to the analytic monitors on either side of the clear glass window. One parameter seemed to be going haywire - the variable doesn't have an equivalent in our society, yet. It measured consciousness output - spiritual energy. It flashed red while the monitors bleeped in alarm.
El begun to tap his serious black pen on the chrome countertop, studying his subject with a fierce intensity, as if she'd taken a dare that he'd only posed rhetorically.
"She very well might kill herself trying to do this..." El mumbled, half to himself.
"Sir? What will happen if -" her eyes darted furtively, and she lowered her voice, "if she breaks free?"

A cruel smirk played across El's face. If she was reading him correctly, he enjoyed this possibility. Perhaps even...was hoping for it?
"If she wakes up to this level of reality..." El spoke quietly, but with a firm and unhesitating tone; "I will make her my pet. For you see, this is no ordinary type of hero. What we have on our hands is a chaosmancer."
"I expect waking up to find herself in an interdimensional stasis holding lab will not make her happy."
"She will, of course, hate me. And by hating me, she will fulfill my design."

Pain is a powerful fuel, when use with purpose and knowledge .....




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"Hmm. Interesting," eL mused.
"Sir?"
"She's using her pain as a springboard to wake herself up..."
The lab assistant glanced at her icy boss in consternation. "Why?"
A vague outline of a smile flickered on his lips.
"She intends to use the chaotic energy of pain to break through our illusion. As she elicits pain from her own psyche, she uses the pain to fuel a sort of blind rage..."
"A sort of, manual overdrive, so to speak, sir?"
"Indeed...yes. That is a good way to describe it. She's put all her chips on the table with this."
They both observed her form behind the double-paned glass walls. The room where they held her was all white, and she sat cross-legged on the floor with her eyes closed. But something was strange - her hair hung suspended in a glowing red static.

"So all this energy," the lab assistant mused, turning to the analytic monitors on either side of the clear glass window. One parameter seemed to be going haywire - the variable doesn't have an equivalent in our society, yet. It measured consciousness output - spiritual energy. It flashed red while the monitors bleeped in alarm.
El begun to tap his serious black pen on the chrome countertop, studying his subject with a fierce intensity, as if she'd taken a dare that he'd only posed rhetorically.
"She very well might kill herself trying to do this..." El mumbled, half to himself.
"Sir? What will happen if -" her eyes darted furtively, and she lowered her voice, "if she breaks free?"

A cruel smirk played across El's face. If she was reading him correctly, he enjoyed this possibility. Perhaps even...was hoping for it?
"If she wakes up to this level of reality..." El spoke quietly, but with a firm and unhesitating tone; "I will make her my pet. For you see, this is no ordinary type of hero. What we have on our hands is a chaosmancer."
"I expect waking up to find herself in an interdimensional stasis holding lab will not make her happy."
"She will, of course, hate me. And by hating me, she will fulfill my design."