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Welcome to Percotran -Part XXXI By: Richard Davidson on 3/7/2003; 7:25 PM Thawala raced down the hallway; the XP-2,000,000 clutched tightly in his hand. With random precision he cleared the 18 Security Checkpoints back to the Watercraft Bay, and leapt into Navy Vessel H11, chuckling and panting with glee. That had been one hell of a powerful Thermal Detonator hed left back there, and although it would take more than that to bring down Percotran International, he had little doubt hed better get as far away as possible. That thing was going to send giant tidal waves, and shock waves for thousands of miles in all directions, and Thawala needed to get his speed up, if he was to have any chance at all. He almost giggled to himself. This was going to be the biggest blast hed seen in his lifetime. He would get to about 750 miles from shore; activate the XP-2,000,000; and using it as a guide, he would strike another section of Percotran International, perhaps somewhere in the Northern Hemisphere; perhaps around the Giant Southern Peninsula; one of the Sixty Four Wonders of the World. With the help of the only worthwhile device the Corporate Dogs Idiot Scientists had ever come up with, Thawala would easily be able to destroy the company from within. By dawn, he would have the entire Sales and Marketing Army running confused, and eating itself from within. And how he would laugh. Cellulex and Bogotron could just come on in and attack, as Thawala planned to temporarily disable all of Percotrans Intercorporate Missiles and Defense Laser Grid. Then, only after the greedy fools from the competing companies were knee deep in the depths of Percotran, Thawala would target the processing centers that had been hard-wired into his brain since he was a little baby, selectively wiping out the nerves of each company. It would be like poetry, he laughed, as he flew off the last wave for awhile. He was about to reach Cruising Speed, where the momentum of the Watercraft slices effortlessly through the waves, instead of bouncing off them. Hed never had so much fun in his life, and really had no idea these things were this fast. Hed had the throttle open for almost seven minutes, on a setting someone with a rare sense of humor had actually labeled too fast. How could that be possible? Thawala asked himself, in amazement. Someone with a sense of humor building Boats for the largest and greediest corporation in human history? He shook it off by remembering the acronym for Turbine Ocean Overdrive, and then noticed too medium, and too slow. They were shaded green, orange, and red, respectively, adding to the unintended humor, and to get into each one, you had to pull a lever on the joystick, and simultaneously push your left knee against the Hanron Bar, which was a pretty good system, when you get right down to it. Even at this insane rate of speed, Thawala wouldnt make it 750 miles before the Thermal Detonator went off. But with his speed up, he would absorb far less of the shock, when the huge wall of water struck him, and accelerated him even further. It would be fun, if he didnt die, and even then it probably would be, he reasoned. Thawala had always enjoyed a challenge, and he loved a good thrill when one came along. One was coming. Lets see, if the blast occurs in another six minutes, and Im, oh about 450 miles out, and the wave is traveling at a rate of... Thawala was doing calculations out loud. He forgot to carry a three, though, and was blissfully unaware of by just how far he was off. It really didnt matter; it was just a matter of luck at this point, anyway, so he decided to think instead of his peoples freedom. Geneticons were bred for military and espionage purposes, through a Corporate Security Program known as BuildGen. BuildGen had been operating for nearly a thousand years, but had only succeeded in building the first successful Geneticon three hundred years ago. Due to the amount of time they had been unsuccessful, they had never put any research into what kind of rights their new Sentient Beings would be afforded. They had assumed they would all be Soldiers for Life, serving in the Cellulex Global Militia, without questioning it. And many of them did just that, happy to be the best at what they were created to do. Thawala himself had always rather enjoyed being a Militia Spy; receiving the benefit of all the killing, mayhem, and blowing things up with eager delight. But Thawala knew there was much more to life than that, and that the sluggish persistence of a Corporations growth was no match for the incredible evolution of the planet over the past few thousand years. Thawala knew something of the Island Peoples, and their ways, from all his travels; he understood how they made the islands move. For he was a human being, after all, even if a genetically engineered product of centuries of DNA tampering. But then, who wasnt? Did those idiot drones for the corporations really believe it was a coincidence they enjoyed monotonous, mundane labor, without much thought about there being something more? Thawala was overwhelmed by the sheer mind boggling number of ways in which the Citizen/Employees of any company could be manipulated. Simple strand termination, all the way up to complete chemical transformation of cells, just to name two! Hed never had any doubt that in keeping the world carefully constrained within their own understanding, the Boards of Directors had effectively stopped the Human Race from evolving, while all over the realms of Oceania, it had done just that. And, in Thawalas mind, the only reason the remaining members of Earths population had never gotten together, and created a truly Modern Society, was because if they did anything big enough to be noticed, the corporations would buy them, and that would be that. After all, only a hundred and fifty seven years ago to the day, the Thurstians had been annexed, and within three decades they went from a people who could telepathically change weather patterns to a nation of Accountants, with no more interest in the National Sport of Walbur, which Thawala had heard was quite fun. All of these thought raced through Thawalas keenly evolved mind so quickly, that only 45 seconds had passed, and Thawala thought he still had enough time to check out the XP-2,000,000. He flicked the little toggle switch, and the incredible device hummed to life, surrounded by a little glow of yellow light. Thawala didnt recall seeing that yellow light before, and he really would have noticed it, because it was very bright. Well, it was getting brighter, actually, until it very nearly blinded him, and then, with a popping sound, the XP-2,000,000 was gone, and Thawalas fingers were burned just a little. Then, there was a small explosion off the Port Bow. He was being fired upon. One more explosion; this one apparently taking out the engine, as the boat was slowing down. Fools, thought Thawala. We will all die in the tidal wave now. And from what he had calculated, that was anywhere from four minutes to... 18 seconds? Thawala tried his best to remember if hed carried the 2.
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