Post by Your Mom~ on Jun 26, 2014 6:54:34 GMT -8
Ceres wasn't the only facility with kolo tanks. Deep underground in an undisclosed location, a dozen of them were lined up against a rough stone wall, casting an eeiry green glow against the floor that was worn smooth from years of tred and use. A faint humming and bubbling sound drifted through the sterile air, providing life support to the various inhabitants, who were unconscious, nude, and floating in a fetal position.
The clicking of heels echoed in the cavern-like room, belonging to a woman in a white lab coat. Her black hair was tied back in a long ponytail, and a surgical mask covered her face, leaving only her brown almond shaped eyes. In her hands was a clipboard and a pen that she jotted down notes on. She made her way down the line of tanks, picking up charts and jotting down vitals. At the end of the row, one of the inhabitants stirred slightly in the tank. The scientist blinked, her cheekbones rising behind the mask to indicate interest.
She checked the chart, pleased with the data she saw, and reached out to type in a series of codes into the keypad connected to the tank. Three short beeps emitted from the machine, a bolt of elictricity shot through the liquid. The inhabitant's eyes bolted open and she gasped, a stream of bubbles escaping the black plastic mask over her mouth and nose. The liquid then drained from the pod, the curved reinforced glass rising to eject its inhabitant. She crumpled to the floor, shaking and shivering as her nervous system ran their own system checks and her body adjusted to the cooler environment than the warm kolo tank. Her shoulder length white hair was plastered to her skin, gel dripping from her body onto the stone floor.
Scribble, scribble.. The scientist pressed a button on a bluetooth piece in her ear to summon the intiation staff as she jotted down a note on the patient's chart. Two strong men with crew cuts and surgical masks showed up with a large towel and a mop, one wrapped her up and pulled her to her feet while the other cleaned up the floor and empty pod.
"Take her to Climatization Room A, and report back the results of her initial evaluation to the Control Room." The scientist intoned smoothly, sounding more like an AI than an actual woman. The man nodded, scooping up the woman who was still shaking like a new foal and carrying her off down a side hall to the designated room. The scientist scribbled another note before disappearing back down the way she came, leaving only the third man to clean and sanitize the empty kolo tank.
The nametag on the tank read: Van deBogart, O.
The clicking of heels echoed in the cavern-like room, belonging to a woman in a white lab coat. Her black hair was tied back in a long ponytail, and a surgical mask covered her face, leaving only her brown almond shaped eyes. In her hands was a clipboard and a pen that she jotted down notes on. She made her way down the line of tanks, picking up charts and jotting down vitals. At the end of the row, one of the inhabitants stirred slightly in the tank. The scientist blinked, her cheekbones rising behind the mask to indicate interest.
She checked the chart, pleased with the data she saw, and reached out to type in a series of codes into the keypad connected to the tank. Three short beeps emitted from the machine, a bolt of elictricity shot through the liquid. The inhabitant's eyes bolted open and she gasped, a stream of bubbles escaping the black plastic mask over her mouth and nose. The liquid then drained from the pod, the curved reinforced glass rising to eject its inhabitant. She crumpled to the floor, shaking and shivering as her nervous system ran their own system checks and her body adjusted to the cooler environment than the warm kolo tank. Her shoulder length white hair was plastered to her skin, gel dripping from her body onto the stone floor.
Scribble, scribble.. The scientist pressed a button on a bluetooth piece in her ear to summon the intiation staff as she jotted down a note on the patient's chart. Two strong men with crew cuts and surgical masks showed up with a large towel and a mop, one wrapped her up and pulled her to her feet while the other cleaned up the floor and empty pod.
"Take her to Climatization Room A, and report back the results of her initial evaluation to the Control Room." The scientist intoned smoothly, sounding more like an AI than an actual woman. The man nodded, scooping up the woman who was still shaking like a new foal and carrying her off down a side hall to the designated room. The scientist scribbled another note before disappearing back down the way she came, leaving only the third man to clean and sanitize the empty kolo tank.
The nametag on the tank read: Van deBogart, O.
