Forum Fanfic: THE LAST REMAKE OF KING KONG
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Ochre slumped down in his seat, brooding over a cup of coffee in the officers’ lounge.
“At risk of sounding like a rejected idea for one of those stupid chat shows …” He began, when was Blue foolish enough to ask what was wrong. “My best friend has ditched me for a giant cyborg gorilla.”
At that Blue couldn’t help sniggering.
“Oh you mean that new King Kong movie.” Blue said. “Is it really true they’re going to use a full size animatronic King Kong, instead of CGI?”
“Yeah, so I’ve been told by Pat a million times this past week.” Ochre grumbled. “Dunno what they were smoking when they came up with that idea.”
It was widely known on base that Magenta was something of a movie buff, and of course with his expertise in technology he was taking a particular interest in this remake.
“It’s the twenty first century; pretty much everything is CGI now days.” Blue reasoned “the director probably wanted to try something nobody else has, and to get noticed for it.”
“Well, giving the nut job his due, it’s sure working.”
At that point Magenta entered the lounge, barely acknowledged his colleagues, switched the television channel from 24 hour news to ‘Inside New Hollywood’, and settled down to watch the latest developments in the continuing saga of ‘King Kong’.”
“Did I mention he’s going to New York on his next furlough, just to visit the film set.” Ochre said, lowering his voice even though Magenta’s attention was entirely focused on the TV.
“Are you sure? After all he does still have family in New York.”
“Yup; he’s dragging them along too, well his niece anyway. Who rumour has it he named in honour of Fay Wray. We’ve been emailing back and forth trying to figure out how to make him get a grip.”
“The things we do for our field partners, eh?” Blue gave a sympathetic smile.
“It’ll all end in tears,” Ochre shook his head gently. “Mark my words.”
“If you say so, Captain Optimism.”
Just then the base speakers crackled to life, and the familiar haunting tone of the mysterons filled the airwaves …
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Sage H.
"Not in front of the Angels, Pat," Ochre said to Magenta as they left the conference room. Behind them Rhapsody grinned back at the American.
Magenta quickened his stride heading towards the nearest lift.
"We will use one of your ancestors to strike at a place of reserach," intoned Magenta in an accurate imitation of the Mysterons. Ochre caught up with him as he paused at the lift.
"Why are you rushing?"
"I have to be at the design lab in Manhattan, remember?"
"Ohh, yeah," Ochre nodded and grinned back. "I hear there's a doctor there with some great..."
"Ahem," Rhapsody joined them. "None of that, Rick."
"Well, it's true," Ochre folded his arms.
"Need a lift?" Rhapsody asked Magenta as the lift arrived.
Magenta shook his head. "No, I'll manage by myself. Thanks for the offer though."
Ochre and Rhapsody stepped into the lift after him.
"Maybe you could drop by the King Kong set whilst you're there," Ochre suggested.
"Maybe, but we'll see." Magenta said as the doors closed on them.
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Matt C.
After ten minutes he was again flummoxed by the pretty dark haired girl in a red pea coat who asked surprisingly complex questions for someone who couldn’t be a day over twenty. Under ordinary circumstances this would have amused Conrad Turner, as he admired her audacity and intelligence.
Of course under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have opened fire on a race of aliens, who would retaliate by enslaving him and vowing to destroy the rest of the human race … but he had, on a fateful day almost three years previous.
So Turner slipped away from the crowd, who seemed not to register his presence let alone absence, and into the next hangar like a moth would find a flame.
“You can’t go in there.” The security guard told him.
Turner extracted a small wallet from the pocket of his black leather coat, then held the wallet open for the guard’s benefit.
With even less enthusiasm than the tour guide exhibited the guard waved him though, and Turner once again marvelled at the stupidity of earthmen.
He stepped inside the hangar, empty but for him and a mass of complex microchips and circuitry. A huge mound of dark fur material hung from the rafters, the skin of this beast. Its carcass laid out in chunks on various oversized tables in something approximating the shape of the great ape.
Turner stood surveying the scene, as wide green rings of light swept over the mass of electronics.
“The mysteron instructions will be carried out.” He said, into the ether, then returned to the group.
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Sage H.
"So you've got the Manhattan assignment, uh?" he asked Magenta. "Destiny just told me she's to go with you."
"And you're to go to London with Blue," Magenta replied. "Where is he, anyway?"
Scarlet thumbed towards another SPJ, a little further away, "Already at the helm of our ride, which is prepped for departure right after yours. You know how he is: whenever he has the chance, he calls dibs on flying the craft himself."
"Where do you think the Mysterons will strike exactly?" Rhapsody asked. "London, or Manhattan?"
Scarlet shrugged. "I'd wish we'd know for sure. Both our offices there are conducting very important researches at the moment, so they would seem like either one is a likely candidate. However..."
"The Mysterons could strike anywhere else too," Rhapsody completed for him.
"And it might not even be a Spectrum research centre," Scarlet added.
"Which is why the rest of us have to stay here and continue doing some legwork," Ochre said. "If something comes up, we'll make sure to call you back immediately."
"In the meantime, we'd better go," Magenta said. "Hoping the target is indeed either London or Manhattan. That'd give us a head start on the Mysterons, for a change." He turned to Destiny. "You fly or I do?"
She rolled her eyes. "You are kidding, right? Who is the best pilot between you and me?"
He grinned. "I'm not arguing with that. Let's go, before the colonel catches hell with us for wasting anymore time than necessary!"
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Stan Coldicot barely raised his eyes from the screen he was working on, which displayed a series of commands. His fingers were flying on the illuminated keyboard. "Hi, Hank. How's it doing? I'm simply completing that work Boone his waiting for tomorrow morning. If it's not completed, there won't be any tests, and the production will be late."
"You're entering the synthesized behavioural responses?" Hank asked, sitting next to his colleague. "You reckon that'll work?"
"State of the art in animatronic’ programming, man.” He stopped typing for a second, and pointed to the huge, hairy form standing a few meters in front of him, linked to a series of cables and processors. “With this, our Big Buddy should react exactly as the director wants. He’ll not only walk, jump, run, climb and the rest, but he’ll also act and react as Ol’ King Kong should - at the touch of a button, and within the limits of his programming, of course.”
Hank shook his head. “So when he’ll thump his chest in anger...?”
“He’ll look as if he’s real angry, and the face’s muscles will contort accordingly. Same when he’ll appear to fall in love and will run out with Blondie. ”
“I hope he won’t get too angry, though,” Hank groused. “Wouldn’t want for him to destroy half the studio or hurt someone…”
“Don’t worry, that won’t happen,” Stan replied confidently. “The failsafe was introduce early on last night. You know they based it on Asimov’s true laws of robotics, so that’ll insure that Robot Kong won’t hurt any human being.” He chuckled. “Funny thinking that these laws were laid out by a science-fiction writer, so many years ago. The guy must have been a visionary…”
“They often are.” Hank sat down next to Stan and powered up his station. The digital keyboard lighted up in the desk in front of him, at the same time as his monitor. He flexed his fingers. “Okay, then… what can I do to help you with that, so we’ll be in schedule for the tests?”
“Start entering the ‘Love at first sight’ behavioural sequence,” Stan replied. “Code 1-4-3-1. There’s a lot of variables in it, and each must be checked by eye separately.”
“Always leaving me the good stuff, Stan.” Hank pressed a button and started typing. “Okay, here it goes… Boy, I sure wouldn’t trade place with Blondie for those scenes… Having a multi-tons gorilla in love with you must be a real drag…”
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Destiny rolled her eyes and refrained from sighing in exhasperation. Instead, she settled herself comfortably in the backseat of the unmarked saloon car, and crossed her legs. She prayed the man at the driving wheel - a Spectrum security agent dressed in civvies - had not set the speakers on and couldn't hear what her neighbour was saying... and that he wasn't paying any attention as he watched through the windows like an over-excited kid.
"Would you calm down?" she hissed between her teeth. "Captain Magenta, you're making a fool out of yourself. Don't you realise how embarrassing this is to see you act so childishly?"
"But Destiny," he replied, turning briefly to her. "Just imagine! We're JUST next door to it! We're just next door to the studio where they're shooting the latest remake of King Kong!" He gestured beyond the window. "I mean, look at it!"
Destiny risked an eye. Plastered all over the facade of the building the car was passing by was a huge poster, or several storeys high, where an enormous gorilla was seen climbing the side of the Empire State Building. In one of his big hand he held a terrified-looking blonde young woman.
"Starring Blondie Jones," she read, before sitting back. "Is she that good and actress?"
"You're kidding, right?" Magenta retorted. "I mean, she's been hailed as the new Marilyn Monroe!"
"I admit, her face is familiar... I might have seen a movie of hers at some point... But obviously, she didn't make that much of an impression."
"I wonder if she's there right now?" Magenta said musingly. "Wow... it would be wonderful to meet her while we visit. Ochre would be livid for having missed that!"
"What do you mean 'we'?"
"Come on, Destiny! Please! I'd like so much to go visit the studio as soon as we're finished with the assignment. And you'll come with me, of course..."
"Me? I have no interest in King Kong or... Blondie Jones, whatsoever. Why would I go?"
"Because you'll be with me?" Magenta said sheepishly.
Destiny started to hesitate. "I'm not sure we'll have time..."
"Oh, sure! We'll have time! Come on, Destiny. How can you say no?"
"All right! All right!" Destiny sighed. "We'll go - after the assignment, though. Or the colonel will have our hide for dinner. Geez! You can be such a child when you're at it, Patrick!"
He smiled a large grin. "You'll see, Juliette. It'll be much fun."
She sighed and rolled her eyes again. "Somehow, I doubt it very much... What can be so existing in visiting a movie studio exactly? It's only make-believe after all..."
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