Story - Avatar Extreme
Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2021 7:28 am
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This is start of a story i created but i dont know wheather I would be permitted to post it here. I didnt put it all here. That way when this post is disapproved, it is not a major waste of posting effort.
warnings: simulate grim, sexual reference
2153
“We need to commercialize this, but how?” demanded the chief executive officer of the Simulacra Development Corporation (known only to the public as Simlacorp). “We developed it for the RDA, but I know we have to use it ourselves.”
“I have it,” spoke up the Sports Option Development director, Haymin.
Everyone looked with dismay or outright dislike at Haymin. He had persuaded the company to buy up several extreme sports operations, but they did not proven to be at all viable. The company was looking to sell it off… and Haymin with it.
“We’ve tried that, Haymin,” the chief told him. “People aren’t going for it… watching what they call clones in gladiator combat, duels, shark-wrestling, no-holds-barred chariot races, demolition derby without mercy. It’s too boring!”
“Exactly why,” Haymin said, “we should transfer casting operations from Cloning to the Avatar division.”
Half the board members scorned or shouted the idea down. The chief, however, wanted to hear more. “How will that make the sports division viable?!”
“People don’t want to watch a pair of soulless, pre-programmed contestants,” Haymin said. “The outcome becomes predictable. Nobody will place wagers on it, which is part of the way to bring in income. But.” He leaned forward. “What if the contestants are real people who want to actually participate? In a Roman-style gladiator battle? A duel? A chariot race… or the less antiquated equivalent of no-holds-barred auto racing?”
“I’m listening.” Nobody was laughing at Haymin now.
“Most people, our marketing division says, might buy a multi-thousand globo avatar once in a lifetime, and some of them twice. About 30 percent of the population might do it every few years as a splurge. And maybe ten percent would do it yearly or more often. We need to make this mainstream enough to get the price down under a single kiloglobo a shot.
“You contract to buy an avatar, we do the genetics harvest, build the first avatar for them for 1.5 kiloglobos, but they can come back and get additional ones at 900 globos a shot if they pay a 10 globo annual fee to keep their genetic code viable in our nitro warehouse.”
“We can’t do an avatar for less than 6 kilos!” objected the director of the Avatar division.
“You can if you make better use of the facilities!” Haymin said. “The facilities and the staff! If we’re shooting out 50 thousand avatars a year instead of a dozen, and you can make use of the cloning facilities that are being wasted.”
“Your waste,” muttered a director.
“Some of these events are going to be very painful and deadly for the master entity,” the medical monitoring director said. “It could cause trauma that injures… or kills… the master when the avatar dies in a traumatic manner.”
“We code the avatar to fade out when they’re at that level of pain,” Haymin said. “Just like the ones we made for the RDA.”
“So, what’s your operation plan?” the chief asked.
“When the avatar is completed, it’s delivered to a venue chosen by the buyer or master, if it’s a gift by the buyer to a master. We monitor the connection between them, then let the avatar go wherever the master takes it. We stand by at the master’s side to make sure of his or her health until the avatar either is dead or the master wishes to suspend the operation. In case his avatar survives a combat, he may wish to store it for reuse later.
“The cybernetic implant in the avatar also has a locator beacon, so we can send in the recovery and reclamation team. We can make more money on storage, on medical care, or simply selling the deceased avatar for the animal food industry. A croc or a lion can’t tell the difference between an avatar and a real human.”
The chief nodded slowly. “I think it’ll work,” he told the board. “Let’s make sure it does. It could be a big break into the entertainment industry.”
2162
Simlacorp Entertainments was the leader of avatar-based extreme sports events. The customers themselves kept coming up with new ideas. Skydiving from space. Sprint through zero atmosphere. Run till you drop marathons. Extreme ascent from deep sea diving. Volcano caldera exploration. Climbing Mount Tenzing in Nepal without oxygen. Flying near Jupiter despite the deadly radiation. Flying near the sun. As Haymin expected, the price of additional avatars was under 900 globos, and exceeding his expectations, 60 percent of the population had already done a second “avature”.
Because two-thirds of the customers wanted to experience the total demise of the avatar, the medical division had developed a drug, Traumin, to ease the shock for the master in returning to awareness of consciousness in his or her own body. By 2159, it had been perfected to be delivered by a device attached to the arm, and which delivered Traumin as needed while the body’s nervous stress was monitored.
Sandford Bogg, however, had something nobody else had tried. He ordered his avatar delivered to a very odd location: the edge of a bog in southeast Massachusetts. The delivery team dropped it off, monitored the link-up with the master in Hartford, then returned to Simlacorp plant in Pittsburgh. The recovery and reclamation team would be dispatched when the time came.
Now hooked up to his avatar, Sandy began walking far into the bog.
The avatar was not able to be recovered when the adventure was over. That was not a big deal to Simlacorp because the thing belonged to the customer. They simply liked the extra revenue from buying it back and selling it as food. The regional entertainment manager was simply shocked at what happened to the avatar.
“You say… the master just walked it into quicksand and let it go down?!!”
“That was the adventure he chose. He said…”
This is start of a story i created but i dont know wheather I would be permitted to post it here. I didnt put it all here. That way when this post is disapproved, it is not a major waste of posting effort.
warnings: simulate grim, sexual reference
2153
“We need to commercialize this, but how?” demanded the chief executive officer of the Simulacra Development Corporation (known only to the public as Simlacorp). “We developed it for the RDA, but I know we have to use it ourselves.”
“I have it,” spoke up the Sports Option Development director, Haymin.
Everyone looked with dismay or outright dislike at Haymin. He had persuaded the company to buy up several extreme sports operations, but they did not proven to be at all viable. The company was looking to sell it off… and Haymin with it.
“We’ve tried that, Haymin,” the chief told him. “People aren’t going for it… watching what they call clones in gladiator combat, duels, shark-wrestling, no-holds-barred chariot races, demolition derby without mercy. It’s too boring!”
“Exactly why,” Haymin said, “we should transfer casting operations from Cloning to the Avatar division.”
Half the board members scorned or shouted the idea down. The chief, however, wanted to hear more. “How will that make the sports division viable?!”
“People don’t want to watch a pair of soulless, pre-programmed contestants,” Haymin said. “The outcome becomes predictable. Nobody will place wagers on it, which is part of the way to bring in income. But.” He leaned forward. “What if the contestants are real people who want to actually participate? In a Roman-style gladiator battle? A duel? A chariot race… or the less antiquated equivalent of no-holds-barred auto racing?”
“I’m listening.” Nobody was laughing at Haymin now.
“Most people, our marketing division says, might buy a multi-thousand globo avatar once in a lifetime, and some of them twice. About 30 percent of the population might do it every few years as a splurge. And maybe ten percent would do it yearly or more often. We need to make this mainstream enough to get the price down under a single kiloglobo a shot.
“You contract to buy an avatar, we do the genetics harvest, build the first avatar for them for 1.5 kiloglobos, but they can come back and get additional ones at 900 globos a shot if they pay a 10 globo annual fee to keep their genetic code viable in our nitro warehouse.”
“We can’t do an avatar for less than 6 kilos!” objected the director of the Avatar division.
“You can if you make better use of the facilities!” Haymin said. “The facilities and the staff! If we’re shooting out 50 thousand avatars a year instead of a dozen, and you can make use of the cloning facilities that are being wasted.”
“Your waste,” muttered a director.
“Some of these events are going to be very painful and deadly for the master entity,” the medical monitoring director said. “It could cause trauma that injures… or kills… the master when the avatar dies in a traumatic manner.”
“We code the avatar to fade out when they’re at that level of pain,” Haymin said. “Just like the ones we made for the RDA.”
“So, what’s your operation plan?” the chief asked.
“When the avatar is completed, it’s delivered to a venue chosen by the buyer or master, if it’s a gift by the buyer to a master. We monitor the connection between them, then let the avatar go wherever the master takes it. We stand by at the master’s side to make sure of his or her health until the avatar either is dead or the master wishes to suspend the operation. In case his avatar survives a combat, he may wish to store it for reuse later.
“The cybernetic implant in the avatar also has a locator beacon, so we can send in the recovery and reclamation team. We can make more money on storage, on medical care, or simply selling the deceased avatar for the animal food industry. A croc or a lion can’t tell the difference between an avatar and a real human.”
The chief nodded slowly. “I think it’ll work,” he told the board. “Let’s make sure it does. It could be a big break into the entertainment industry.”
2162
Simlacorp Entertainments was the leader of avatar-based extreme sports events. The customers themselves kept coming up with new ideas. Skydiving from space. Sprint through zero atmosphere. Run till you drop marathons. Extreme ascent from deep sea diving. Volcano caldera exploration. Climbing Mount Tenzing in Nepal without oxygen. Flying near Jupiter despite the deadly radiation. Flying near the sun. As Haymin expected, the price of additional avatars was under 900 globos, and exceeding his expectations, 60 percent of the population had already done a second “avature”.
Because two-thirds of the customers wanted to experience the total demise of the avatar, the medical division had developed a drug, Traumin, to ease the shock for the master in returning to awareness of consciousness in his or her own body. By 2159, it had been perfected to be delivered by a device attached to the arm, and which delivered Traumin as needed while the body’s nervous stress was monitored.
Sandford Bogg, however, had something nobody else had tried. He ordered his avatar delivered to a very odd location: the edge of a bog in southeast Massachusetts. The delivery team dropped it off, monitored the link-up with the master in Hartford, then returned to Simlacorp plant in Pittsburgh. The recovery and reclamation team would be dispatched when the time came.
Now hooked up to his avatar, Sandy began walking far into the bog.
The avatar was not able to be recovered when the adventure was over. That was not a big deal to Simlacorp because the thing belonged to the customer. They simply liked the extra revenue from buying it back and selling it as food. The regional entertainment manager was simply shocked at what happened to the avatar.
“You say… the master just walked it into quicksand and let it go down?!!”
“That was the adventure he chose. He said…”