OOC Okay here is part 2, hope some of you are enjoying this. 
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Good Morning Miranda, a overly cheerful slightly accented voice said and slightly startled Miranda Carter from the papers she was looking over. She turned her gaze to her co-worker, Professor Bradford J. Huntington, III. She smiled again, as he was one of the leading experts in Robotics, and had even written several books on the subject. It was a privilege to work next to someone with his record, let alone be treated as an equal.
Morning Bradford she answered as he handed her a steaming cup of tea, a habit that he had gotten her hooked on since she had started this project, Bradford detested coffee. So what is on the agenda for today Miranda? he asked as he sipped his tea and looked down at her.
I want to try these wave lengths again Bradford, she answered as she held up the sheet of data where she had circled some interesting responses in a bright blue highlighter pen, I think we got the best results, especially from the tall one, called the Knight.
He leaned over her and looked at her conclusions written in the margins of the data stream as well, a couple of hmmms was all the comment he gave at first.
Yes, he said thoughtfully as he took another sip of tea and then glanced at his co-worker, Good work Miranda. Tell Ernest that we will get started right away. Bradfords little quirk, he disliked using nicknames, which included shortened versions of peoples names as well. Bill in designs and Joe in accounting were almost always infuriated by that, but what could you do? He had more doctorates that some people had letters in their names.
Miranda sat at her computer and entered in the data she would need to send to Ernie to have him begin to set up for todays tests. Miranda stifled a yawn with the back of her left hand. Perhaps tonight she would turn in early and send Ernie home and get some sleep for a change.
Miranda and Ernie sat at the open air café where they normally stopped for lunch. She was excited by that mornings tests. Ernie sat across from her mostly listening, the roast beef sandwich in his right hand as he raised his soda to his lips to drink with his left.
Did you see the response? she said, briefly taking a sip of her own iced tea, her small ceaser salad all but forgotten. I tell you we need to increase the alpha waves by another 23 degrees at least. Ernie we are so close, cant you feel it?
Yea, he answered his moth half full, then Blackwell with have Cyber-tron to market to the military and we will have nice fat bonuses.
Thats Cybernetic-Electronic Interface Systems, Ernie, you know how Professor Huntington gets even as she corrected him, she was smiling, because what he said was indeed true, Besides when you say it like that it sounds like a video game.
Or superhero he added with a grin.
Miranda rolled her eyes, but returned his smile. The thought of sending him home this evening was beginning to look less and less appealing now. The couple finished their lunch and made their way back to the Blackwell building; they put on their professional faces right before entering the building. Time to go back to work.
OOC Part 3, still one more part. The excitement builds (maybe? Hopefull 
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The lights in the chamber flare to brilliancy, but the chamber was being bombarded by far more than light, energy of different types, radiation, and some specialized sound waves, all in an attempt to see how the mysterious little beings known as the Clockwork communicated, operated and ultimately how their technology functioned as well. The team had been assembled for the sole purpose of determining how the Clockwork, functioned, communicated and how to integrate that with current technology as well. This little project was funded by several sub companies, but ultimately by the United State Military. Dr. Miranda Carter was monitoring the progress of the different wavelengths of energy that were bombarding the Clockwork Assembler Prince that was provided to them, while Prof. Bradford Huntington was watching the through the protective glass, with the goggles over his eyes. Ernie was controlling the machinery that was doing the actual bombardment, and several other doctors and technicians were about watching the test as well, each sensing that a breakthrough was about to happen. Even, even the project director Scott P. Jordan was in the lab. This they knew was the moment everyone had worked towards the last two years.
Increase the power another 25 degrees Miranda said, the sound beginning to carry, even through the specialized chamber. Still she had to shout to be heard above the hum of the equipment. We are getting a reading increase. This may be what we are looking for, okay Ernie, start to decrease the power, slowly.
Ernie nodded and started to work on the equipment, slowly decreasing the power output, however something was wrong. The controls were not responding like he wanted, instead of decreasing, it was increasing the power output. The machine began to hum even louder and a couple of the technicians looked over at Ernie, one or two even started to walk towards him.
ERNIE!!! Miranda shouted in a panic, I SAID DECREASE THE POWER!! JUST STOP IT, TURN IT OFF!!
It was at that moment, when everyones attention was focused on the machinery and Ernie at the controls when the first Clockwork came alive. The Assembler Prince, that until now lay dormant, was awakened by the massive input of power and easily smashed his way through the protective chamber. Shouts and screams sewed complete chaos in the room and only Miranda noticed that Ernie was electrocuted as he tried to adjust the machine by an newly revived Tesla Knight.
Outside the chamber employees who had no idea that a secret facility was within their building heard muffled shouts, scream, lightning and explosion. Then the fire alarm went off and they started to exit the building, at first very orderly then one of the Clockwork crashed through a wall and everyone within sight panic.
As a few employees who were lucky enough to have left the building looked on, lightning began to engulf the building, and then there was an explosion and much of the building collapsed in on itself. Of the over 450 employees that worked in the building only 67 were standing outside to witness the horrible accident claim the building. Of those inside, only one survived. And it was not someone whom anyone had expected
Okay final part, hope some of you enjoyed
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Blackness, complete and total darkness, something that has always frightened Miranda, even to this day she still sleeps with a nightlight. But, she has never been in darkness so complete before. It was then she realized she was still on her back. Now, why was she lying down at work? That was silly, and she knew better than to do that. She decided it was time to get up and get back to wo
PAIN! Like nothing she had ever experienced before, it was all consuming, so much that it became her entire world. When she had tried to sit up it was then that she felt her right arm, trapped underneath some horrible weight, the bones in it shattered, she felt sick. It was at that moment, when she was certain that she would soon be dead, that she felt something, a presence, a consciousness that had not been there before, whispering to her in some strange kind of language, she could almost understand. Then the pain became too much and she passed out.
Miranda opened her eyes again, how much time had passed, she was unsure. But, something was different. For one she could see light and hear voices, distant, excited and worried. She winced as she remembered her last time awake, but the all consuming pain was not there, still she felt odd, different. Her right eye, that was the only one that saw any kind of light, and the light it saw was red, coming off of her own body very, very dimly. She sat up, a small space existed within the fallen structure that she had somehow beyond all reason, managed to survive. A small whirring sound drew her attention as she shifted her weight to her right arm, the same are she knew to be crushed underneath tons of rubble, then how could she move it? She looked down at her arm, she could barely see it. It gave off no heat she suddenly realized. In the faint red light she could she the mechanical arm she now had. In fact there were many small parts of her body that had some mechanical parts, including her right eye. It was no longer her own, but somehow mechanical, cold, lifeless. She heard the unmistakable sound of rock moving on rock and the voices were clearer now, she could make them out.
Impossible, a male voice said with gruff certainty. The building collapsed two weeks ago, no one could possibly still be alive in there.
That is what I am telling you, a female voice answered, the life sign is very faint, and if we do not hurry then I am afraid we will be too late.
Just not possible the male said again, I was one of the ones who first responded when the call went out. Several did, I remember heroes all over the place. All of them agreed, no one could have survived the destruction that happened.
He grunted as he answered the female and then sunlight flooded into the small space that Miranda sat in. Her left eye closed at the unexpected light, her right one just gave a slight whirring sound and adjusted automatically to the change of light. She looked up to see a large man lifting a portion of the stone support column, weighting several tons she was certain. Both looked at the other with surprise evident on their faces.
My god!!! he exclaimed, a llok of disbelief etched on his face. How did you
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She stood up and noticed another fact, she was taller, by almost 7 inches. t.12 inches to be exact a voice answered inside her head, and somehow she knew the statement to be correct. She also realized at that moment that her outfit had been torn to shreds and did a very poor job of covering her. As she looked herself over, she notice many places that now had metal instead of skin and a horrified look came over her face. The two people who were standing there much have misinterpreted her look, as the woman, obviously a paramedic got a large blanket to cover her with, the male, some kind of superhero given his brightly colored attire, turn his back while mumbling an apology.
Sorry, he said again as he turned around to look at a now covered Miranda, I didnt know that there were any heroes in the building at the time of
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Any other survivors, Miranda asked, it was the first words she had spoken since being found, and the sound un-nerved her as well. It was very electronic sounding, like a speaker version of her own voice.
Ummm no there have been no other survivors the woman paramedic answered the question. She was attempting to take somce vital signs from Miranda as well, but Mirand was no that interested in complying at the moment.
You must be new, the brightly dressed man said, I dont recognize you. Have you been in Paragon City long? Oh I am sorry, my name is
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Yes, Miranda interrupted still trying to piece everything together, the energy wave, Ernies face as he got hit with the electricity, the strange voice she felt when she awoke in the darkness. She know one thing, she needed time to sort things out, and she was not going to get that here. She stood up, the blanket covering her coming dangerously close to falling off.
Look, ummm miss.. the brightly dressed man said as he stepped forward to grab a hold of her arm.
Cyber-tron, was the answer that Miranda gave him, she could here Ernies voice full of amusement as he said the words Or a superhero in her mind.
Miranda, or Cyber-tron as she was already beginning to think of herself, she could feel the emotions starting to tear at her, she needed to leave, right now or she would break down here in front of these two.
I must go, she said simply as started to struggle to be released by the brightly garbed man. Her blanket fell to the ground once again exposing her, the strange thing was she did not really care. She felt strange, very different and not entirely
human. She had to work out what was happening to her. Suddenly, her left hand glowed with a bizarre reddish yellow light that quickly surrounded herself and then the man she was struggling with. She felt power flood into her limbs and her right eye flashed a brilliant green and a beam of pure energy erupted and struck the man in the chest, the surprise and power knocking him back a moment as he released his hold on her.
She used that moment to run, the poor paramedic had no chance to stop her as Mirandas strength had also increased as well. A simple shrug and she was past the woman as well. Miranda ran from the remains of the place she had worked at, and in a strange sense she was also leaving her former life behind as well, because whatever the future held, she was certain that Cyber-tron would be the one having to deal with it, because for all intentions, Dr. Miranda Carter was indeed dead.
The thick steel door slid almost soundlessly back into the wall, as the retinal scanning unit slid back into its place within the small chamber. As the attractive woman in the very stylized gray business suit, her modest skirt coming to rest, at company dress code specifications, just above knee level, looked back at the thick steel door closed shut behind her, sealing off the chamber that many Blackwell employees did not even know existed. Frank the security guard smiled past the chocolate donut he was eating at Dr. Miranda Carter as she passed through the thick doorway into one of the most tightly secured areas in Paragon City. Dr. Carter gave Frank a brief friendly smile, despite his weight, he was one of the nicest men she had ever met. Dr. Miranda Carter stood for a moment at the large window that overlooked the laboratory she had worked in for the last two years. Several technicians were already there, calibrating the machines and getting ready for the battery of tests most of the scientists like herself, that would be ordered that day. Sr. Carter smiled at Ernie Miller, the Tech she most often worked with as she walked past him. Ernie was a student at Paragon City University working on his doctorate, and got lucky to be invited to take part in this project. Blackwell had a lot of clout, so it was easy to promise him that he would graduate, without any problems what so ever. And they were true to their word; Dr. Carter had even went to the ceremony. He was young, just under 23 years old and very handsome, his brown hair very wavy and his eyes a deep piercing blue, at just over 6 feet tall and with a nice body, he was very dreamy. It is no wonder that after repeated attempts asking Miranda out, that for his graduation, she finally agreed. Although at just a couple of years over 30, she had felt like she was robbing the cradle. However, after that night, well that thought got buried very quickly.
Gmorning Dr. Carter, he said as she passed close by, ever the professional that was rule number one of their relationship, not at work, ever.
Morning Ernie she replied, a standing rule if hers, she made no value judgments on what kind of morning it was. Still a brief smile played across her lips, since that ws not the first time he has said good morning to her. That would have been much earlier this morning in her condo.
The smile stayed with her as she made her way to her modest glass office and sat her briefcase down and pulled off her suit coat and hung it up taking her lab coat down to put it on over her silk blouse. She then sat down behind her desk and turned on her computer as she started to gather together some of the sheets of data she had collected yesterday and looked them over again. They were getting close, she knew that for a fact the strange Cybernetic-electronic interface that the strange robotic things called the Clockwork used. And that would revolutionize the high tech industry. The smile Miranda had been wearing was gone now as she chewed on her bottom lip and adjusted her glasses a bit as they had begun to slide down her nose. She had her auburn hair pulled back into a manageable pony tail, but as always, there were strands that always seemed to escape and she brushed at all day long. She sighed at the figures, and glanced over at the deactivated samples of the Clockwork that Blackwell had managed to acquire. Ernie was not going to be too happy; it was going to be a very rough day. Just how rough though, even Dr. Carter did not even realize, yet.
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OOC any comments welcomed, but please be constructive