Posted at 6:14 am on Feb 10, 2014 by:
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CP-ZERO [Clip #3]
Four surgeons again stand around the creature on the table, although only two are recognizable from the previous footage. Noticeably absent are the male surgeon strangled by the thing upon the attachment of the power cell in the last clip, and the female surgeon who had fainted during the incident. One would assume she resigned immediately after, but the grim looks on the faces of her cohorts seems to indicate something far more sinister.
“Today we are going to focus on attaching armor plates for protection of the more vulnerable aspects of exoskeleton and the helmet that will provide the subject with enhanced visual reception as well as a communication link that will allow instructions to be relayed remotely. The power cell you see before you on the subject is temporarily overridden to allow us to perform the task with minimal risk involved.” The male surgeon from the previous video is speaking, his voice seeming somewhat strained although still retaining that professional edge.
“Minimal risk, you say? How can there be any risk whatsoever here? It looks like it’s just a matter of assembly and fine tuning some of the controls for optimal results here. How risky can that be?” One of the new surgeons questions, earning himself a sharp look from the female we have seen in previous clips.
“Let’s just get this over with, and with no screw ups.” The first man said, turning his attention to the armor plates laying neatly on a table set up beside the thing before them.
The first man picked up a piece of the armor, which went over one of the subject's lower legs. The armor itself was metal and looked thick and heavy, but also very durable. It was shaped to fit exactly over the subject's muscle outline, except it was smooth. Making sure the other three were watching, he then put it in place over the subject's lower right leg, the top part fitting over one of the metal posts seen in the previous video, a clank heard a moment later as the armor snapped into place. He then moved the piece of armor that went around the back of the leg until it clanked again, the piece now firmly attached over the exoskeleton.
"Like the exoskeleton," the first man began, "the armor is attached by very high-powered magnets. It should be easier to get in place than the exoskeleton, since it's separate pieces, but you still need to be careful when setting each piece in place, especially on the posts. We'll attach the chest, midsection, and back plates last, followed by the helmet."
The other three joined him in attaching the pieces of armor, eventually fully covering both legs and both arms. The armor for the hands was a little more complicated with all of the moving parts, but like the rest of the armor, it fit the subject perfectly. The two male surgeons then barely managed to lift the subject so that the two females could put the back armor in place. Carefully lowering the subject back into place, they then went about attaching the remaining two front pieces of armor.
With the armor attachment done, all four of them stood back to take a look at their work. On the chest was a small opening to access the power cell. Laying near where the armor had been was a small door that they would attach later on to protect the power cell from damage too. It resembled some kind of robot or cyborg with all of the sleek metal covering it.
"God . . . what have we created?" the first woman questioned.
"God had nothing to do with this," the second man answered. "This is the finest piece of equipment that money can buy."
"It's magnificent," said the second woman.
“Lets get the helmet on, and calibrated and call it a day.” The first surgeon said, drawing their attention back to the task at hand. It almost seemed like he could not wait to be done and out of the sterile white room, and away from their work in progress. Upon close examination, the man has dark circles beneath his eyes and a rather haunted expression, as if he’s seen awful things he cannot shake.
The second male surgeon reached for the helmet, and walked around to the front of the table, as the female surgeon standing there reached up for a lever in the table that allowed the hinged head to swing down, leaving the head of the subject hanging over the edge, held rigid thanks to the armor plating around it’s neck. He eased the helmet on, and again that characteristic clank of magnets engaging is heard. The woman swung the head of the table back up, and they both stood back as the second male surgeon came over to attach a cable into a port located below the right ear of the helmet.
“This will allow us to calibrate and fine tune everything, to within a range of 99.99% accuracy for the visuals, and allow optimal tuning for the built in wireless communication device.”
He hooked the cable into a machine on a cart next to the table, and flipped the switch, the screen of the machine immediately coming alive in a series of jagged, EKG like waves.
“This will automatically pick up on the best frequencies, and set everything to the most ideal levels. We are pretty much done at this stage, now we just wait until it settles on the best specifications and dials them in.”
They watched the lines on the screen as the machine worked. For a couple minutes, the hum of the machine was the only sound in the room, before several clicks were heard within the helmet, followed by a loud beep.
"It's supposed to do that," said the first man in response to the strange looks the other three surgeons gave.
A couple minutes later, there was another beep and the first man then unhooked the cable from the machine and then from the subject's helmet, wrapping it up before setting it on the cart with the machine.
"Everything should be calibrated now," he then said. "We'll know for sure though during the testing in a couple days."
End of Clip #3
