Post by Sylvia Arminoff on Jul 26, 2015 14:33:57 GMT
The large, brilliantly lit, control room - stepped like the seating rows to a spectacle was abuzz with people as it always was. Each at their screens, the almost uniform chattering of fingers on keys and clicks of mice, taps of fingers on screen and the whirring of automated chairs and the buzzing of phones on silent. Each screen a peep show into the real world, a CCTV camera on a street corner, a hacked civilian mobile phone cam, a security cam on an ATM. The whole world was being watched and most of the people in it knew, but when one sacrifices privacy for knowledge and "allegedly" security it was inevitable.
Karakura town was known as one of the places in the world with the largest amount of spiritual activity. Larger cities like Seoul dwarfed it and more focused religious sites had more concentrated power over a smaller area but Karakura was the magnet. Why this is was unknown but science being science was always curious. A.C.C.I.D.E.N.T.S. had set up shop in Karakura in person just over a hundred years ago, a veritable honor - should it be known, or them.
One of the workers who had been staring at an uneventfully empty row of park benches over in Ulan Bator turned back to the person next to him, "And you know what the worst part of working so hard at this is?"
The second person snapped back to reality, hoping he hadn't been caught out, having heard this question several thousand times over the past years they had been sat together, they droned the answer simultaneously, "No one will ever know how we protected them."
The second person continued, "But it's kind of cool you know, being the silent watchers and protectors of the world. We're like Batm-"
He was interrupted by the a third person sat behind the two of them, "Don't compare yourself to a fictional comic book character. We're here to shine light on these species and understand everything there is to know about them."
"Always there to sap the fun out of everything as always Jarred" mumbled the second one from under his breath, unaware and uncaring if the the brown-noser had heard him.
Over on the other side of the room a young woman was watching the spirit of a young boy through her monitor, the boy had a chain, probably about half a meter long hanging out of his chest, who couldn't have been older than 9 or 10. She had been keeping track of him for several days in a row, using him as coincidental bait for either a type 1 or a type 2. Feeling drowsy after her currently 109 hour shift she casually tapped the big blinking light blue reminder on her screen as a quick burst of translucent almost luminous blue gel shot up a pipe from her desk into her rib cage just below her armpit. Her eyes perked up as she felt reinvigorated and determined to continue. She cast a quick glance at a family portrait she had at her workstation, something which was against regulations to have in the first place, she quickly looked back at the screen, the dead boy still playing hopscotch in the alley between the office blocks.
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Karakura town was known as one of the places in the world with the largest amount of spiritual activity. Larger cities like Seoul dwarfed it and more focused religious sites had more concentrated power over a smaller area but Karakura was the magnet. Why this is was unknown but science being science was always curious. A.C.C.I.D.E.N.T.S. had set up shop in Karakura in person just over a hundred years ago, a veritable honor - should it be known, or them.
One of the workers who had been staring at an uneventfully empty row of park benches over in Ulan Bator turned back to the person next to him, "And you know what the worst part of working so hard at this is?"
The second person snapped back to reality, hoping he hadn't been caught out, having heard this question several thousand times over the past years they had been sat together, they droned the answer simultaneously, "No one will ever know how we protected them."
The second person continued, "But it's kind of cool you know, being the silent watchers and protectors of the world. We're like Batm-"
He was interrupted by the a third person sat behind the two of them, "Don't compare yourself to a fictional comic book character. We're here to shine light on these species and understand everything there is to know about them."
"Always there to sap the fun out of everything as always Jarred" mumbled the second one from under his breath, unaware and uncaring if the the brown-noser had heard him.
Over on the other side of the room a young woman was watching the spirit of a young boy through her monitor, the boy had a chain, probably about half a meter long hanging out of his chest, who couldn't have been older than 9 or 10. She had been keeping track of him for several days in a row, using him as coincidental bait for either a type 1 or a type 2. Feeling drowsy after her currently 109 hour shift she casually tapped the big blinking light blue reminder on her screen as a quick burst of translucent almost luminous blue gel shot up a pipe from her desk into her rib cage just below her armpit. Her eyes perked up as she felt reinvigorated and determined to continue. She cast a quick glance at a family portrait she had at her workstation, something which was against regulations to have in the first place, she quickly looked back at the screen, the dead boy still playing hopscotch in the alley between the office blocks.
