by Rob Chapman
From the infinities of darkness, an alterantive parallel morphogenic reality field, Robbo resurfaced to a familiar pungent, Valve-amp flavoured smell, there was a prickliness in the air, small pinging and popping sensations of sound sparkling around him in the sudden moment of awareness. He gasped for air and with wet palms dripping with sweat, felt his hair standing rigidly on the back of his neck.
The acrid smell meant only one thing to Robbo, D.M.T, or to be precise, N,N-diemethyltrypamine, Nigerine, desoxybufotenine, 3-(2 dimethylaminoethyl) - indole, Present in many naturally occuring plant genera (Acacia, Anandenanthera, Mimosa, Piptadenia, Virola, cohoba, parica, yopo) also present in intoxicating beverage Ayahuascca made from plants Banisteriopsis / caapi. It is a white crystaline solid, insoluble in water, but soluble in some organic solvents - shit; he realised - thats what was in the coffee - I wonder how the others are taking it...
Robbo opened his eyes to make out the two thugs B-spline and Lord Chinnington standing proudly with their arms crossed in jaw jutting satisfaction as the entire animator coup-troop moved in slow, strange, lolling, heart failure gestures, Mik was striding confidently towards them as Robbos vision rapidly convulated into cubiod shapes, an infinite escher plane of cubes, which had a strange electric magnetic field making them drift and rotate in hypnotic directions. The cubes increased velocity, his dimension perception twisted turbulently again causing a gravity field to envelop his cubiod attention span and they / he poured with gravity, closing his eyes into the standard foetal position.
Porl 'Caligula' Perrot was blinded, his vision was disturbingly absent. Hearing words sweeping and spinning around his pulsating brain. Links, seperations, be-headed stationary, serious overactive imagination mega drive. "we know who you are. All we need to know is what you want" ,"What injuries officer?", "let me explain something to you", "You are in this country, and the laws of this interstate multinational corporate government stipulates that you cannot ingest somebutnotall naturally free growing biological substances"...
"How long will it be before Artamus is released?","maybe theres a way around the VISA problem","If we could take action..", "You dont understand, what good will it do me","Im sorry" "your sorry!"
It was too much for Porl caligula to handle as he desprerately thought of how he could shut this incessant rambling off and why did he feel like his internal organs were melting?
Half Fat opens his mind, alpha waves abound, the art of manipulating charged eschalonic obtuse tingle lifting-ov-scalp abstract mathematics and the ability to switch the radio off, his dendraphilic addiction helping him to focus on the task at hand. The radio was somehow connected to everybodies nausea sensation and now it was switched off he could hear Olaf mumbling "fek, drink, arse, biscuits". there was audible groans from Ricardo and robbo & Vink were helping Caligula and the girls unsteadily to their shaky feet.
Mik looking disturbed uttered "dammit! the brief was for tripped out vegtables to be massacred - oh fuggit, theyre all balled up now surely we can tweak it in post later, what do you reckon boys?" Mik must have pressed a device located inside his trouser pocket, as he fumbled in his pants an edit room Aluminum double door fzzdt open. Officer King and about a dozen backhander DS boys all avidly holding Beta versions of the latest mantra Ray gun with biult in Windows 2000, entered the reception forming a firing line stance, always pointing their weapons at the disheveled and weak looking animation crew.
Looking down and around about him Porl could see that indeed Mik was right, there were luminous white balls attached to his arms, hands, legs, and feet, looking on, Porl saw that the rest of the animators had them stuck all over their bodies also, realising that he didnt know how long he was unconscious for and , a faint itchy stingy sensation in his arse made the terrible reality of the situation lunge into his mind as he struggled valiently for some thinking time.
"It was clever of you, Mik, to spike us like that but how did you know"? Porl said smirking and raising an eyebrow
"know what? you dumfuck",sniff, " I have a producer paying top dollar for a bogz commercial where the lead character zaps a load of half alive fruit & veg, you and your friends happened to walk in and er.. offered your assistance. " Mik spoke with an air of detached arrogance, maybe he didnt know of our revenge mission for Edna.
Olwena knew that mik had a penchant to talk hardware, "erm Mik darling, tee hee, I just dont understand... how do you do it?"
"This place is surrounded with motion capture devices" Mik beamed, "See that rail up there? - and all around us? The Forest of Sensors (Fos), developed by Eric Grimson, at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, near Boston. Funded by the US government's Defence Advanced Research Projects Agency, sets itself up from scratch with no human intervention, the idea behind it was that hundreds of minature cameras are dropped at random into a military zone and Fos would work out the position of every camera and biuld a three-dimensional representation of the entire area. The result is a network of cameras that requires no calibration whatsover. You simply plug and play" says Mik
"but but but..." Olwena whined
"We do it purely on the basis of moving objects" Mik says. "As long as we can track anything in sight, we can use that information to help the system figure out where the cameras are"
"fuckit, im tired of this, time is money, roll cameras and FIRE!"
to be continued...whatever....
Is this the death of the SI warriors? Will there be a production solution without animators? Did Porl get shagged up the bum hole when he was drugged?
Real world Info: New scientist & Herb garden
next week: Nothing planned. No, really.