Why did something so revolting have to be capable of making some true beauty. Beholder let go of the controls for a moment, burying the lower half of his face in his hands. If it was a WMD then things would have been easy, not exactly something new but something bigger and more threatening threatening humanity with mutually assured destruction like the good old days of humans pointing guns at one another to make sure the other wouldn't fire.
But no, the good doctor, the mad doctor, just had to make it a solution. A solution to ails and pains, a solution to the literal environmental disaster he was riding in here and now.
"You bastard." Beholder finally spoke to the raving lunatic in the right. "You contemptable bastard- Why of all things did you have to find a solution." Now, now making fun of the Getters put a brick in his throat and a mortar in his gut. He hated things when they got complicated, it was always kill the guy pointing a gun at you he liked that. Loved that, that simplicity. One that allowed him to go 'not my problem'. Not this- not the guy threatening him with flowers and a magic pill that would fix all the plague and poison they pumped in the earth.
And here he was, still holding a gun. A gun which oozed poison.
Then- silence. Not here, no the sounds of the writhing monstrosity wouldn't allow stillness. But on the other side of the line.
"Hm? Hey Doc. I think the guys you wanna impress missed half the show." The White Glint's pilot was tinkering with the comms device on his machine, trying to see if something was wrong on his end.
"Because the signal just went dead."
Among the collections of dusty old men sitting in that UN room a younger one, much much younger, also was seated. Outstretched finger along the length of his head just in front of his ear with a thumb pressed under his jaw. Despite the difference in age among these seasoned politicians and their virtual representations calling this young man unnoteworthy was quite wrong, the eldest son of Emperor Alexandros zi Britannia, recently of age to participate in the world of politics and bored out of his mind.
Young heir to the Britannian throne, Afonso el Britannia sat in silent contempt for the men besides him, something he quite excelled at not showing. Not that the old artifacts here didn't know he disliked them, just as well as he knew the feeling was mutual. Chosen by Getter rays, that senile old fool who crammed things together until they were about to make a black hole. Hah. Still he had to admire the craftsmanship of that almost black hole, an accomplishments which would earn him many accolades. Were there any to give them.
He would have liked to simply walk out of here, this was none of their issue nor would it be for the next two dozen years. But that. That his father would never forgive, so he had to play the part of heir and put effort into this charade. This skeleton of a group which pretended to hold power out among the stars while wearing the shackles of humanity.
"That monstrosity- good sir." the young man finally spoke up, "Revolting though it may be to our eyes just undid a a hundred years of pollution as quickly as any of us may breathe."
He wondered, was this a recreation of what had caused their home to become habitable again. That miracle which enabled them to sit here which all of them should rightfully revere but none of them would. Nor would Mars, he knew that from this glimpse if this got out they would tear themselves to shreds before the first shuttle could see that red dot. All to see who could claim that man's mind, they cared nothing for the idol of reverence that he had created. If you had the man you could make another. Just as the dried grape in the back suggested, the doctor. Not the getter was important.
"Brittannia will agree with Mr. Bahbem's recommendation." The finger finally moved from its position, hand now moving around in the air. "However, before the doctor is taken into custody we should observe if there will be an immediate reaction." Or likely, retaliation he thought to himself. "From the parties involved on location."
Rayleonard had put a hit on the man, dead or alive. Which wasn't going to be alive given the situation and then there was what he was challenging a game of chicken with a company whose pride was on the line, actively challenged and berated at every turn. Suicidal.
"Afterwards, the doctor and his machine should be put into custody."
But no, the good doctor, the mad doctor, just had to make it a solution. A solution to ails and pains, a solution to the literal environmental disaster he was riding in here and now.
"You bastard." Beholder finally spoke to the raving lunatic in the right. "You contemptable bastard- Why of all things did you have to find a solution." Now, now making fun of the Getters put a brick in his throat and a mortar in his gut. He hated things when they got complicated, it was always kill the guy pointing a gun at you he liked that. Loved that, that simplicity. One that allowed him to go 'not my problem'. Not this- not the guy threatening him with flowers and a magic pill that would fix all the plague and poison they pumped in the earth.
And here he was, still holding a gun. A gun which oozed poison.
Then- silence. Not here, no the sounds of the writhing monstrosity wouldn't allow stillness. But on the other side of the line.
"Hm? Hey Doc. I think the guys you wanna impress missed half the show." The White Glint's pilot was tinkering with the comms device on his machine, trying to see if something was wrong on his end.
"Because the signal just went dead."
Among the collections of dusty old men sitting in that UN room a younger one, much much younger, also was seated. Outstretched finger along the length of his head just in front of his ear with a thumb pressed under his jaw. Despite the difference in age among these seasoned politicians and their virtual representations calling this young man unnoteworthy was quite wrong, the eldest son of Emperor Alexandros zi Britannia, recently of age to participate in the world of politics and bored out of his mind.
Young heir to the Britannian throne, Afonso el Britannia sat in silent contempt for the men besides him, something he quite excelled at not showing. Not that the old artifacts here didn't know he disliked them, just as well as he knew the feeling was mutual. Chosen by Getter rays, that senile old fool who crammed things together until they were about to make a black hole. Hah. Still he had to admire the craftsmanship of that almost black hole, an accomplishments which would earn him many accolades. Were there any to give them.
He would have liked to simply walk out of here, this was none of their issue nor would it be for the next two dozen years. But that. That his father would never forgive, so he had to play the part of heir and put effort into this charade. This skeleton of a group which pretended to hold power out among the stars while wearing the shackles of humanity.
"That monstrosity- good sir." the young man finally spoke up, "Revolting though it may be to our eyes just undid a a hundred years of pollution as quickly as any of us may breathe."
He wondered, was this a recreation of what had caused their home to become habitable again. That miracle which enabled them to sit here which all of them should rightfully revere but none of them would. Nor would Mars, he knew that from this glimpse if this got out they would tear themselves to shreds before the first shuttle could see that red dot. All to see who could claim that man's mind, they cared nothing for the idol of reverence that he had created. If you had the man you could make another. Just as the dried grape in the back suggested, the doctor. Not the getter was important.
"Brittannia will agree with Mr. Bahbem's recommendation." The finger finally moved from its position, hand now moving around in the air. "However, before the doctor is taken into custody we should observe if there will be an immediate reaction." Or likely, retaliation he thought to himself. "From the parties involved on location."
Rayleonard had put a hit on the man, dead or alive. Which wasn't going to be alive given the situation and then there was what he was challenging a game of chicken with a company whose pride was on the line, actively challenged and berated at every turn. Suicidal.
"Afterwards, the doctor and his machine should be put into custody."
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