EVENTS & UNLOCKS

UNLOCK 1

Deep within the bowels of The Syndicate science wing, a screen was blinking closer to one hundred percent. A simulation of sorts that had been running for weeks finally coming to a close, the data it had been sorting through vast,  years of work finally reaching a critical point. As it reached the final mark the screen turned blue, illuminating the lab and its two inhabitants in a cold glow. 

“Simulation complete,” a male AI spoke through the speakers. “Probability of success is now 38%.”

Almost halfway there. 

There was a collective sigh of relief in the room. This was the first concrete sign of improvement in months, all other simulations ending in a sudden nose dive to their success rates. This was a good sign, this was promising. It also wasn’t going to end in them getting their asses collectively handed to them over a simulation they had no control over. 

Whatever they were doing with the subject’s it was finally starting to have an impact. The intense regime of testing, of pushing more and more poor souls through the process was starting to change things. To bring forth more possibilities. 

The two scientists within the room collectively jumped as the door behind them swooshed open, a man with a haggard face and a pristine lab coat striding in, arms held tightly at his back and chest pushed forward. “Well?” he asked briskly, voice accented heavily.

“38% this time sir,” a young woman answered, tapping at a keyboard to bring up the data. “The improvement to living conditions seems to have had a slight impact over last time, though it seems the S-Gene’s own...fluctuations are the cause for the majority of the success.”

“Hardly anything noteworthy then,” the man replied, scoffing and stepping forward to view the data himself.  “What's the word on the T0 fluid?”

“Inconclusive,” the young woman swallowed, glancing quickly at her colleague. “Each strain has proven to be...irregular, it doesn’t seem to have a lasting impact on subjects but I’m sure Doctor Lawrence would be able to-”

“No need,” the man replied curtly, stroking his chin and staring firmly at the screen. “Roll it out, we have the subjects here we may as well use them.”

“But sir some of the effects are-”

“Irrelevant,” he cut her off. “Pandering to their needs will only get us so far, we won’t have anything of use for the next simulation if we continue to baby them.”

The woman made to open her mouth again, a hand on her shoulder from her colleague silencing her. The older man continued.

“They are no longer Human Doctor Williams,” he said, voice edged with a hint of malice as if the idea of them being anything other than test subjects appalled him. “They ceased to be such the moment they subjected themselves to the program...they are the future, but they cannot be allowed to get out of control.” 

“Yes sir…”

“Excellent, have Lawrence implement the fluid via their morning routine...it shall be...interesting to see how they cope outwith training facilities.” 

[[ PLOT UNLOCK ONE: THE SCIENTISTS ARE TESTING THE PROBABILITY OF SOMETHING WHICH IS DIRECTLY IMPACTED BY THE SUBJECTS EXISTANCE AND CHOICES WITHIN THE FACILITY. THE RESULTS OF WHICH DETERMINE THEIR NEXT MOVE AND THE LIVES OF THE PARTICIPANTS. ]]