Unplanned Obsolescence
Oct. 26th, 2005 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
forsyth"Welcome to Sector Six. So you're the new guy, huh? Well, let's get the big stuff out of the way. Follow me."
The elevator went down for a very long time. "Actually, it's just slow and old. We don't get much budget any more."
The elevator stopped and the doors slid open onto a huge warehouse. Rows upon rows of gadgets straight out of a Hollywood prop designer's dreams (or nightmares) stretched into the darkness. "This is it. The Warehouse. It's all the stupid shit like weather control and powered armor we built because we were scared of the Russkis."
(I picked up a free book somebody was gonna throw out, called "Secret Weapons of the Cold War" and it inspired this. Okay, the first three pages inspired this, I've barely started reading it.)
The elevator went down for a very long time. "Actually, it's just slow and old. We don't get much budget any more."
The elevator stopped and the doors slid open onto a huge warehouse. Rows upon rows of gadgets straight out of a Hollywood prop designer's dreams (or nightmares) stretched into the darkness. "This is it. The Warehouse. It's all the stupid shit like weather control and powered armor we built because we were scared of the Russkis."
(I picked up a free book somebody was gonna throw out, called "Secret Weapons of the Cold War" and it inspired this. Okay, the first three pages inspired this, I've barely started reading it.)
