Innovations, Inc

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Issue 1

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Colin's Journal
Captain's Log: Stardate 42.352.125

Today started off normally enough. Dad sat in the car not talking to me while Anders dropped me off at school. Sat through Math (not understanding a bit of it). Something weird happened at recess.

I was heading off to the end of the playground to work on my adventure, when some guy in a suit called out to me. He said that something happened to Dad and I needed to go with him. He looked like one of Dad’s guys, but something felt off. Dad usually sends Anders, so I called to check. Anders picked up immediately and told me to meet him outside the school immediately, so I ran. Unfortunately the guy ran faster. After a small struggle I was able to get away and meet up with Anders, who took me back to Innovations.

I forgot about all the excitement as soon as we got back. There was a big party set up for some new machine. I heard some of the scientists talking about it, but I never really understood what it did. I think I have a better idea now.

Anyway, halfway through the presentation some more guys storm into the room with guns and bombs. It was pretty awesome. I got some great video of it, which I can’t wait to put on Youtube if we ever get back. Then the machine starts going haywire, looking like a cross between a Stargate and the Ark of the Covenant. Again, pretty awesome.

But then there’s a giant explosion and next thing I know, I’m standing outside near the guard house. Anders was there too along with Uri, some execs and a UPS guy. Besides us, though, the place looked abandoned. The windows of the guard houses were smashed out. I looked around a bit and found some sweet guns and ammo. Which Anders took away, that nerfherder.

I heard some of the science guys talking about how they believe we were somehow transported to another dimension. I was worried at first, so I checked everyone for goatees. I didn’t see any, so I thought we were safe.

So then we start heading towards Earth-2 Innovations, Inc and get attacked by these zombie dogs. It was scary at first, but then I realized one of them was Chewie. It was weird, she seemed to recognize me. Even though her stomach was hanging out, she was still my Chewie. Its kind of cool having a pet zombie. I’m hoping that she doesn’t turn on me. Besides Anders, she’s all I have of home.

We also saw a Zombie Anders. He wasn’t as nice. It was weird seeing him die. So I’ve met this world’s Chewie and this world’s Anders. I wonder if I’m around somewhere, or my Dad. I wonder if my Mom is here.

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Yuri's got a bad feeling about this...

Yuri watched the odd-shaped bowl sitting slightly askew on the dog’s head. Colored lights sparkled across it in a poor imitation of a festive Christmas display. Data was collected from the dog’s brain, fed down a tangle of wires to a nearby computer. Yuri wore a larger similar bowl, which flashed in the same distracting manner. Max was a good dog, and sat patiently with his eyes focused on his trainer, Analiese, instead of investigating the odd scents and noises throughout the lab.

Yuri reached forward to unhook the brain scanner from Max and the doberman sniffed his fingers, searching for a treat or piece of kibble as a reward.

“So Yuri,” Analiese asked, “A bunch of us are heading down to Kylies for beer and pizza after work, want to come?”

It was the third time Analiese has asked him out after work in the same number of weeks. He suddenly felt awkward and self-conscious of the flashing metal colander he wore as a hat.

“Uh..yeah! Erg, I’ll be um there!” he stammered. Analiese guided Max towards the door and smiled at him. He felt his cheeks begin to redden. She glanced up at his brain scanner.
“So what were you checking again?”
“Um.. its uh, for comparative brainwave diagnostics, um, between higher mammilians and mesio-predictive behavial outcomes..” His cheeks continued to redden.

She looked at him blankly.

“It’s a new way of doing brain scans for hospitals, so they can maybe do early detection of tumors or even early onset Alzheimer’s. I’m checking to see if there are also medical applications for animals too.”
Analiese brightened, “Oh! That’s great! I love it when you guys come up with stuff that helps people!”

She smiled at him as she left his lab. He hadn’t lied exactly. Those were the normal applications of what he was working on, but he was too embarrassed to tell her about its use in testing his other theories.

Yuri removed the scanner and put it back into its cradle. He noted the time down onto his clipboard and sighed, disappointed that he didn’t have more earth shattering data to share at today’s quarterly presentation. He looked down at his notes, various items were crossed out: precognition, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, aquakinesis, astral projection, levitation, remote viewing, etc. Towards the bottom of the list he drew a line through the words PET PSYCHIC, and headed upstairs towards the cafeteria and auditorium.
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The auditorium burst into mass chaos. People screamed in terror as the gunman burst into the room. Shocked, Yuri turned and saw the skinny bald man rushing the stage with a vest loaded with dynamite, like some cartoon terrorist or zealot. He heard shots and ducked reflexively, was the gunman shooting at the terrorist? Or at Anders?

Yuri felt time slow as beams of light spat forth from Henry’s equipment on the stage, connecting with the explosive blast from the terrorist’s bomb-vest. White energy engulfed him and he felt his atoms split into a billion possible states at once. A kaleidoscope of images filled his mind, versions of himself.

Was this what it was like to die? Was this what they meant when they said your life flashed before your eyes? Surely not, it was strangely more than that.
He saw himself if he’d made different choices, met different people, lived different lives, and had been on different worlds. Some mundane, like what happened if he’d had pancakes that morning instead of skipping breakfast. Some were exotic, a life where he trained at the East Point Psychic Warrior Academy. And some were terrifying. Humanoid tentacle faced horrors beat him and other slaves, while they worked on some unknowable device. A million billion trillion possibilities flooded his consciousness.

In so MANY of the versions he saw his psychic abilities. Sometimes just bending spoons, in others a psychic avatar stood against the darkness. All of this happened in less than an instant. He realized his previous research was like trying to discover calculus with just addition and subtraction. It was on another level of consciousness entirely. He’d found the trigger in his mind, and had unlocked something powerful.

He felt a pressure, then the coolness of dirt on his cheek, smelled the scent of fresh cut grass, and his vision cleared. He felt woozy, disoriented. He was outside the complex! Yuri realized he WASN’T dead! Relief washed over him. Then puzzlement, how did he get here? What happened?

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Issue 2

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Savage Sliders Issue 2 created on Spotify.
It starts off slow and melancholy, but after a while, zombies might seem kind of silly, so just kill them before they eat your brains!

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Gabriel Kane

Gabriel Kane walked quickly through the halls of Innovations Inc., aided by his trusted cane. Truth be told he could walk fine, but after a series of back injuries he suffered during his wilder years, Gabriel was a cautious man. Besides it gave him gravitas. In a corporation staffed with eggheads of all stripes, a black man with salt-and-pepper hair wielding a cane and a voice like maple syrup gave him just the level of respect he demanded. People got out of his way, they opened doors for him. After everything he gave to Innovations and his longtime friend Paul Van Zandt, he deserved nothing less.

At last Gabriel came to the conference room door. He entered, cane tap-tap-taping along the hardwood floor. Sitting in his usual chair, just to the right of Mr. Van Zandt, Gabriel settled in to the board meeting already in progress. “It’s time to talk about government contracts.” That was Matthew Russel, the figurative pebble in Gabriel’s shoe. Every month, every board meeting, it was the same nonsense. Government contracts was just code for selling Innovations technology to the military.

“Matthew, members of the board.” Gabriel stood as he spoke, his baritone voice stealing all attention from Mr. Russel’s saber rattling. “Innovations was founded on principles. Was it not?” He circled the conference table, touching each member warmly on the shoulder. “Principles that compel us to adhere to a higher morality. Principles that tell us that salvation may only be found in peace. Principles that cause us to rise as stewards, protecting the power of our collective minds.”

“What about the shareholders, they—“. Mr. Russel’s interjection was silenced by a loud click of the Gabriel’s cane upon the floor.

“We have served our shareholders in the ways that matter most. Dignity, innovation, altruism…these are the corner stones of our little ivory tower. Now we could sell those principles to the highest bidder, turn ourselves a tidy profit. What then? After all a field runs fallow when each and every crop is ripped from its soil. Patience is the virtue I speak of. Patience to practice our craft in the right way and with the right people. Patience to overcome what seems easy and instead push through what seems hard.”

Mr. Russel seethed, his eyes like daggers following Gabriel’s every move. The more Matthew pushed for selling out to the government, the more his relationship with Gabriel frayed. No matter, Gabriel had a job to do even if that job sometimes involved being the resident Jimminy Cricket. He had given this speech, or a variation of it, many times over the last few years. Men like Matthew Russel are exactly the sort of people that bring down even the noblest enterprise. Greed was the enemy of honor, and as long as Gabriel Kane held any sort of influence over Innovation’s direction, he would fight greed with every fiber of his being.

The rest of the meeting went as expected. Earnings reports, staffing updates, company initiatives…it was all so familiar. Innovations was at a crossroads, delving ever deeper into the fringe sciences while the government and fools like Matthew Russel made their intentions clear. Gabriel had a unique understanding of just how dangerous the research conducted at Innovations could be in the wrong hands. Even now, he was overseeing research into telepathy, quantum computing, and even transdimensional travel.

His mind has wandered long enough for the meeting to conclude. His tablet let out a series of three chimes, warning him of an upcoming appointment. “Oh yes,” he thought to himself, “I have a meeting with Dr. Bogdanovich. He’d best be ready for his presentation tomorrow.”

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Gabriel's Journal - Session 1
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Henry, Henry, Henry. I should have known his research would lead somewhere unexpected. I can’t deny the science. We’ve achieved transdimensional travel. That’s right, I don’t expect you to believe it, but we’re somewhere different now. I can’t even imagine what we left behind. Henry’s machine, a crazed man with a bomb strapped to his chest. Chaos, so much senseless bloodshed. Some of my companions think we’re the victims, but at least we’re alive.

How do I even describe this place? We’re here, at the Castle. Other than a few cosmetic and layout differences, this is the same building I’ve worked 12 hour days in for so many years. What we found inside, however, is anything but what I’m used to. The people I see every day, lab techs, security personnel, reception…they’re dead. No “dead” isn’t the right word. I suppose my nephew would call them zombies. Is it a disease? Some sort of suspended animation experiment gone wrong? I don’t have the equipment to make a proper analysis, nor do I have the time between encounters with these things. They desperately want us dead.

What am I to make of this Egyptian iconography? Statues of Anubis? Evidence of magic? One of my companions seems to have the ability to belch fire from his body! I fear I don’t have the skill to make sense of what I’m seeing. Thus far we’ve survived thanks to Anders quick skill with firearms. I abhor the use of violence, but we have very little choice. It seems I’ve misjudged our courier as well. He appears to be some sort of agent. When this nightmare is over, I will demand answers.

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Gabriel's Journal - Session 2
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The nightmare continues. I’ve been able to reach my office, but am unable to find the answers I seek. The company intranet is down, there are signs of struggle throughout my office. It appears that I’ve been working on something. A duplicate of my cane, this one engraved with unfamiliar symbols and heavy with wires and even a solar power source. It’s very clearly my craftsmanship. I would recognize those solder points anywhere. I’ll keep it with me, you never know what uses such a device might have.

We’ve located the source of these undead creatures, and I’m afraid I’m somewhat worse for wear. A man of science does not expect to see a demonic entity! It throws everything I know into chaos. I’m embarrassed that my heart panicked as much as my senses in that moment. I’ve recovered now, and the creature is gone. It knew me, it savored in my suffering. I hope we never encounter something like that again.

It’s all the more clear that we need to leave this place. We must return to our reality and face the carnage that we escaped. The only way I can think to do that is locate Henry’s machine and recreate the accident that brought us here. Who knows what other dangers we’ll encounter along the way? Hopefully now, I am more prepared.

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Issue 3
The Terror conTinues!

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