Euphemism
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« on: February 21, 2009, 10:41:58 AM » |
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It's yet another typical day as you head down to the first floor of the apartment building, on your way to clean out the mailbox of the flyers and bills. On your way there, you spot a uniformed officer breaking down another tenant's door and entering. It's a typical scene here in the slums.
Bill, bill, ad, ad, rejection letter, ad, ad, ad. Nothing of interest. You turn to head up back to your tiny, cramped apartment, when the alarms suddenly begin to blare and a pink energy field springs up around the building. Through the front of the lobby, you spot an unsuspecting bird fly into the field and disintegrate instantly.
You stop by and glance into the apartment that the officer broke into. It's small and cramped like yours. Unlike yours, it also has the distinct smell of a laboratory. Inside, you spot the officer panicking as he screams into his mouthpiece, gibbering about nanobots and critical mass.
Next to him, on a table and attached to an old, obsolete laptop, you spot a small, innocuous looking object. With a plethora of warning signs plastered across it.
Good Lord! It's a nanobot fabber! And judging from the panicked actions of the officer, you've got only fifteen minutes before the entire building turns into a mass of grey goo.
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