Conduit - An Improvised Story [1/5/2011 - Log 432 Released!]

[keonesan]

General Information
Basically I will write a few chapters per day as I continue a story that I completely improvise. No rough drafts, no final copies. All done straight from my head. Feel free to provide feedback and enjoy the story! :D


Story

Journal Log #429

January 5th, 2018: "Another dimension?" they say with a tone of sarcasm as I see them whisper things as I turn away. They don't believe in my theory, only my colleage does, Tom Maxwell. Time is not linear, the future has already happened and the past has never occurred. Time is just a matter of perception, it runs parallel within itself. So does our worlds, our universes. Maybe parellel isn't the correct term, sure they don't intersect but they do have connections. These connections are called choke points. These choke points can generate much energy and has a boundless ammount of potential and posibilities. They rarely occurr naturally and one has never been recorded. Not even I have seen one. Which is why me and my friend have tried artificially generating one.

These artificial choke points require a bound connection to work, to be tied with an entity that establishes a resemblence between the two dimensions. A human being is a perfect specimen. An artifical heart, a machine, a choke point. The issue is keeping the person alive during the procedure. It is extremely tedius. Which is why we have been developing a tonic that can sustane human life for 10 minutes without a pulse by using non-natrual fluids to sustane the patient for a certain ammount of time. Within that time frame the procedure must be completed. Illegal isn't even the word to describe what we're about to do... To do on me... But I have to prove them wrong, I don't want to wind up like all those other scientists who died before their theories were finally proven. I'm going to be famous!

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[TheKhoz]

You should use a keyboard with no backspace. :D

[keonesan]

You should use a keyboard with no backspace. :D

:C

Maybe not the greatest idea? I type really fast which means I make A LOT of grammar mistakes.

[keonesan]

Journal Log #430

October 19th 2040: So much has happened since... I don't even know where to begin. It's been so long since I've had the time to wrote. Maybe I'll go back to the start... Back to where I left off my last journal. Yes I think that would be best.

January 6th 2018: The "operation" was ready. We were willing to do the impossible. "Are you sure you want to do this? I won't be able to put you under meds for the pain or to put you to sleep because of the tonic." Tom hestantly asks me. I nod to him and sutter, "G- Go ahead. I need to do this. WE need to do this." I drink the tonic, and the transfusion begins.

The first slice is unbearable. My hands wrap around the cold, hard metal bars of the bed as I scream. The blade cuts deeper and deeper until the feeling of death is lurking over my shoulder. Finally the blade is dislodged from my chest as tears are running down my face. The pain is overwhelming, suddenly everything goes black. Minutes. Hours. Days. Months. Years pass in my endless sleep. An endless dream of me drifting through a realm that keeps going and going... My eyes finally open and gaze down to my chest. I am fully healed, not even scars remain. Yet I'm not in the lab... No... No! NO!!! I pound my fists against the coffin that I now rest in. "How long was I asleep!?" I scream with no answer.

[keonesan]

Journal Log #431

October 19th 2040: The artificial choke point was ingenius. It acted as a holder you may say. Like a doorstop you could perhaps refer to. It keeps a constant flow between our two dimensions while the subject walks within that connection. A being within two worlds. The human body could not withstand that kind of energy though which is the second function the choke point had. To give an opposite charge to every atom in your body. But our estimates were off... Time is just a matter of perception. What was suppose to be five minutes to charge my body's atoms took five YEARS. Until then my body was a lifeless shell, I was buried, and forgotten.

[keonesan]

Decided to change the name. Anyways new chapters coming soon. I just got home, need to relax a bit first.

[Oasis]

Actually pretty good.

[keonesan]

Journal Log #433

January 8th 2018: Days and days I ravagely scratch at the wooden coffin, my fingers bleeding. A rage begins to consume my mind as I scream, "NO! I was suppose to prove them wrong! Not wind up as a corpse!" Suddenly my left fist swings at the coffin and splinters of wood and dust clouds my vision. I had broken free from my prison. The choke point inside me was starting to take effect on my body. My head tilts down as I stare in both fear and wonder as my hands immediately heal the bloodied gashes and cuts. A grin finds its way on my face as I begin to walk through the graveyard.

I had been so full of joy with my success that I hadn't noticed that there was no sign of life in the city. Cars sat in the deserted streets, covered in ash and dust along with the smell of death. Finally reality begins to set in as I notice the burned buildings, the bone fragments scattered in the rubble. Not even an atomic bomb could amass to this power. No... He wouldn't have... Tom... I turn and see a decaying TV, flashing a looping news feed filled with static. "New York C--- has been str--k with some sort of exp-lo--n. Offici-ls have b-------"

"No." I whisper to myself, "Tom tried to replicate the choke point..."

October 19th, 2040: Tom hadn't gave up even with my death. He spent four years of his life trying to replicate my research. Day and night he tried to finish what I had started. The only thing he ended was half of the United States. His experiment went horrible wrong. His choke point was extremely unstable. He didn't manage to charge the atoms properly which caused thousands of nuclear chain reactions to go off at once. The chaos didn't end there. The explosion also emitted strange radiation that would mutate anything at alarming rates. It created creatures, abominations, monsters... Once there were no more survivors to eat they moved onto populated areas, consuming everyone and everything. Earth had become a living hell.

Dogs turned into demonic hounds, humans turned into spliced assassins, rats turned into silent killers, and it was my research that had caused this. "Time is just a matter of perception." a thought begins to form in my head, "I can still fix this. I need to find my lab first if it's still in once piece." That wasn't the real issue though. It was the fact if I'd still be in one piece by the time I reached the lab...

Actually pretty good.

Thanks.

[Supreme Guy]

Nobody cares about your stupid post-apocolyptic wapanese fantasies Keo.

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:C

Maybe not the greatest idea? I type really fast which means I make A LOT of grammar mistakes.

I spotted more than ten in the first paragraph.
Good idea though.

[lordician]

Conduit?
Based on the Wii game? :S

[keonesan]

Conduit?
Based on the Wii game? :S

No.

But that game wasn't half bad but the multilayer was crippled to stuff.

[lordician]

No.

But that game wasn't half bad but the multilayer was crippled to stuff.

True.
And i thought so, but the title was misleading my brains. :S