Post by Christian Moynahan on Dec 17, 2013 23:56:35 GMT -5
Ark Industries HQ
one hour before Christian Moynahan is set to take the stand
The entire crowd asked that question or variations thereof.
“The satellite we reimaged sends information down to our control centers, where we set up the dreamscapes and channel them wirelessly to the subject. The subject’s location is determined exactly and the dream is sent to them. We’re still experimenting with how best to do that; we’ve built our own towers in some places, and in others we’ve shared space with Acacia Heights Records, who, hat tip, have been very helpful and cooperative.”
“And you say all this is safe?”
“We haven’t had one single negative reaction, and we’ve monitored our test subjects in every way imaginable.” Alain smiled. “Christian isn’t the only genius among us.”
“Well, then,” one reporter said. The rest had fallen into thoughtful silence. “That’s remarkable.”
“We thought so.” Alain grinned. "My committee is working on rolling out this technology to various organizations as we speak. You can consider us in an “open beta” stage - we’re still testing, but we’re most certainly stable enough to handle any early requests.”
There were more camera flashes. “Are there any more comments you’d like to add, sir?” one reporter asked.
“Yes.” Alain tilted his head and smiled. “Bring us back our corporate executive genius, please.”
(gif credit)
one hour before Christian Moynahan is set to take the stand
The cameras were snapping and the reporters had questions already, and Fallon feared the scientist would snap under the pressure. Scientists, with exceptions like Lucius Kilvayne, did not typically do well in the spotlight. But Alain Jensen stepped up to the podium with a smile, and raised his hand slightly, easily bringing the commotion down to nothing.
Impressive. Fallon decided he would do more of the press conferences. At least when the pretties weren’t present. The pretties being Lucius and Christian.
“This announcement of yours,” one reporter dared to venture, “just happens to have very good timing. Your CEO is about to testify on his own behalf.”
“You’re a perceptive one.” Alain gave the reporter a slight grin, completely unabashed. “We’re announcing it now in support of our supervisor and friend, Christian Moynahan. Consider this a trial by media. This man has done the best he could since he took office, building up from essentially a negative, and has not only reached out to the people, but offered his assistance in stopping the cholera outbreak, outside of his own work hours and beyond the efforts that even we at Ark could offer. You’ve probably noticed that he has done his best to stand on his own, without involving Ark in his own troubles. And it’s true that we had nothing to do with any events that may or may not have transpired around him. But we - every last one of us - support him one hundred percent.”
Fallon took in a breath. Yet Alain was right; some of Ark’s teams had shown up and were waiting in the background in a show of solidarity, and even more had already shared their support of Christian among each other. The man had a way of cultivating supporters, it seemed. Fallon herself had long since found herself rooting for Christian too.
“He will probably be somewhat unhappy with our timing,” Alain added, still smiling, “because he would consider it all propaganda. Well, it is. You can consider it that much. But it’s also an unparalleled scientific discovery, no matter whether we announce it now, yesterday, or two weeks from now.”
The reporters began to speak up again, and again Alain raised his hand. Fallon frowned, and Alain turned his head just slightly to wink at her. Oh. He’d learned from the master.
"We at Ark Industries are proud to announce,” Alain said, “the development of a new technology that we have been calling Project Dreamscape. It puts the subject into a lucid dream state, completely safely, that feels perfectly real and natural to the subject. We can control what occurs in the dream, the state of the subject, and we can monitor the subject as well. Additionally, we’ve been able to cross subjects across each other from all over the world.
“As for applications, we’ve tested it in patients who would normally have had to use anesthesia, and they have reported that they felt completely comfortable during surgery. We’ve had insomniac and hypersomniac volunteers who have reported similar results as well. We’ve tried it in therapy patients, and our next hope is to reverse-engineer it, in a manner of speaking, in order to retrieve memories. Those are just a few of the applications we’ve tried, and our visionary leader has many more planned for testing.”
The chatter began again. “Are you saying Mr. Moynahan invented it?” one voice, asked, cutting through the crowd.
“In essence, yes. He designed it and remotely reengineered one of Ark’s satellites to support the technology. You all seem inclined to forget that he’s a biomedical and propulsion engineer by trade.” Alain shrugged. “Aside from being a genius in general. He’s led and advised on many of our initiatives, even if he hasn’t had a hand in them. A bit of a micromanager, but that’s what we need sometimes.” He chuckled. “I’m wondering why no one has asked how it works yet.”
Impressive. Fallon decided he would do more of the press conferences. At least when the pretties weren’t present. The pretties being Lucius and Christian.
“This announcement of yours,” one reporter dared to venture, “just happens to have very good timing. Your CEO is about to testify on his own behalf.”
“You’re a perceptive one.” Alain gave the reporter a slight grin, completely unabashed. “We’re announcing it now in support of our supervisor and friend, Christian Moynahan. Consider this a trial by media. This man has done the best he could since he took office, building up from essentially a negative, and has not only reached out to the people, but offered his assistance in stopping the cholera outbreak, outside of his own work hours and beyond the efforts that even we at Ark could offer. You’ve probably noticed that he has done his best to stand on his own, without involving Ark in his own troubles. And it’s true that we had nothing to do with any events that may or may not have transpired around him. But we - every last one of us - support him one hundred percent.”
Fallon took in a breath. Yet Alain was right; some of Ark’s teams had shown up and were waiting in the background in a show of solidarity, and even more had already shared their support of Christian among each other. The man had a way of cultivating supporters, it seemed. Fallon herself had long since found herself rooting for Christian too.
“He will probably be somewhat unhappy with our timing,” Alain added, still smiling, “because he would consider it all propaganda. Well, it is. You can consider it that much. But it’s also an unparalleled scientific discovery, no matter whether we announce it now, yesterday, or two weeks from now.”
The reporters began to speak up again, and again Alain raised his hand. Fallon frowned, and Alain turned his head just slightly to wink at her. Oh. He’d learned from the master.
"We at Ark Industries are proud to announce,” Alain said, “the development of a new technology that we have been calling Project Dreamscape. It puts the subject into a lucid dream state, completely safely, that feels perfectly real and natural to the subject. We can control what occurs in the dream, the state of the subject, and we can monitor the subject as well. Additionally, we’ve been able to cross subjects across each other from all over the world.
“As for applications, we’ve tested it in patients who would normally have had to use anesthesia, and they have reported that they felt completely comfortable during surgery. We’ve had insomniac and hypersomniac volunteers who have reported similar results as well. We’ve tried it in therapy patients, and our next hope is to reverse-engineer it, in a manner of speaking, in order to retrieve memories. Those are just a few of the applications we’ve tried, and our visionary leader has many more planned for testing.”
The chatter began again. “Are you saying Mr. Moynahan invented it?” one voice, asked, cutting through the crowd.
“In essence, yes. He designed it and remotely reengineered one of Ark’s satellites to support the technology. You all seem inclined to forget that he’s a biomedical and propulsion engineer by trade.” Alain shrugged. “Aside from being a genius in general. He’s led and advised on many of our initiatives, even if he hasn’t had a hand in them. A bit of a micromanager, but that’s what we need sometimes.” He chuckled. “I’m wondering why no one has asked how it works yet.”
The entire crowd asked that question or variations thereof.
“The satellite we reimaged sends information down to our control centers, where we set up the dreamscapes and channel them wirelessly to the subject. The subject’s location is determined exactly and the dream is sent to them. We’re still experimenting with how best to do that; we’ve built our own towers in some places, and in others we’ve shared space with Acacia Heights Records, who, hat tip, have been very helpful and cooperative.”
“And you say all this is safe?”
“We haven’t had one single negative reaction, and we’ve monitored our test subjects in every way imaginable.” Alain smiled. “Christian isn’t the only genius among us.”
“Well, then,” one reporter said. The rest had fallen into thoughtful silence. “That’s remarkable.”
“We thought so.” Alain grinned. "My committee is working on rolling out this technology to various organizations as we speak. You can consider us in an “open beta” stage - we’re still testing, but we’re most certainly stable enough to handle any early requests.”
There were more camera flashes. “Are there any more comments you’d like to add, sir?” one reporter asked.
“Yes.” Alain tilted his head and smiled. “Bring us back our corporate executive genius, please.”
(gif credit)
