Day 66? In captivity
I was in a snoozing, dream like state, I was aware of the smell of what
I thought
was bacon cooking. In my mind I pictured the range on the oven in my parent's home. I imagined a huge skillet with a dozen slices of bacon sizzling away and eggs frying sunny side up in another pan next to them. I went as far in my vision as seeing a
stack of pancakes a foot tall just off in the distance. My eyes were open and I pictured everything perfectly. A shrill scream pierced my eardrums a moment later. My cell walls came into focus, particularly the bars of the front door, and in the hallway one
of my fellow captives sprinted past. He was howling with pain. On the shop floor I saw this man several times a day, every day. He carried boxes and instruments from work station to workstation. Typically he was dressed in blue trousers and a blue scrub like
shirt. This morning he sprinted past in his trousers alone. He managed to turn his head in my direction as he ran, half of his face and the upper right region of his chest was charred and burned. His body emitted smoke as he passed by. A second later, one
of the brown uniformed Gargoyle thugs trotted behind the burning sprinter, laughing as he trotted with a spray canister of some kind. Behind him, 2 more Gargoyle thugs cackling like Hyenas followed. One of them had to stop and hold onto the bars on my cell
door to steady himself. There were tears in his eyes. A gunshot rang out moments later. I heard one of the other prisoners shout, his suffering is over.\rdblquote A moment later I heard another gunshot in the direction of the voice. Then I heard that
same voice begging to be finished off. I was marched out to work just minutes later. When I got to my work station I saw my breakfast staring at me from the bench. Two slices of old bread and a slice of bologna. It\rquote s not a sandwich. Not even a sorry
excuse for one.
As I went out to my work station, I was ordered to pick up some printouts from another workstation. I was passed by Doctor Palador who was working with a couple of other Gargoyle scientists and a couple of
humans. Palador stopped me and made me observe their experiment. They took a sample of a gaseous substance and made a pinkish looking, thick cloud in a closed vacuum chamber. The chamber was about 1 meter tall by one meter wide and a perfect
square. Then Palador did the same thing in two matching chambers; but the chambers were several meters apart. Palador went back to the first chamber and shot a low intensity laser into it. He used the laser to manipulate the cloud. The cloud rotated
from one side to another. He performed the cloud rotation again and motioned for me to look at the other vacuum chambers. The other clouds, he told me, represent matching beings or materials in different dimensions. The clouds in the other
two vacuum chambers moved as Palador manipulated the first one. The motions of the other clouds matched those of the first cloud exactly. I was stunned to say the least. Palador asked if I understand why he was showing me this. I answered
like this. "On Earth, we have an ancient saying,' what we do in life echoes in eternity,' It is something from many warrior codes.
"That is so advanced and enlightened, it must have been taught to you primitives by an ancient
race visiting your planet. Perhaps even Gargoyles. As you spoke it, I nearly forgot I was speaking to a primal savage," Palador bellowed back. He then hit the first cloud with a different kind of beam weapon. The cloud shriveled, darkened
and collapsed on itself. I have to say it died an agonizing death; as did its two doppelgangers. The other two clouds died in a similar manner, just a little slower than the first. Palador told me to get lost and not to discuss what I saw. It sounds
absurd, as if the boys and I are going to go to the club at the end of the cellblock and have a couple martinis. We have time to chat about the horrors we experienced today.
The internal systems of the Robot,
with the exception of the CPU and weapons suite, are 90% complete. Working with this Gargoyle nanotech fluid is like playing God with biological life. To the untrained human eye, the mechanical components are quite simple looking. The number of servos and
'joints' we will call them is at a bare minimum; and they are all interconnected or online with each other. If I have described this properly, \par
it sounds as unremarkable as any mechanical device; such as a forklift. My exhaustion though makes my mind
drift as I write. Anyway, upon initial inspection, the assembled parts are very simple looking. However, these parts all contain programming and they think as well as interact with each other. They do not merely follow the commands of the CPU, they assist
the CPU in decision making. These parts can also act as stop-gap measures. If a portion of the Robot's body should be compromised, the damaged portion and those non-tech bits closest can detach if need be. The entire skin, not just the outer layer mind you,
acts like the distributive aperture system which is like the skin sensors on advanced military aircraft. Today I even walked through one of the outer skin portions. A massive skin mill was wrapping one of the portions that will be a forearm between the wrist
and elbow joints. The skin mill was delivering the piece to a lathe which bends it into a circular tube form before it is completely dry; so to speak. I walked through it and it was easily twice as high as I am tall. They moved the forearm tube to
another portion of the floor which will fill it with the weapons paste and the mechanical parts that will make the arm manipulate.