Behold A Red Horse - Log 4
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xp_logsFelicia and Artie start with the images of the mystery man to try and identify him.
Snow Valley had split into two groups to try and manage the intel coming back from Jaca. While Doug and Darcy had moved into his server room to tap into all the intel channels and the ones they weren’t supposed to have access to, it had fallen to Artie and Felicia to handle the visuals and try to put names to faces. Unfortunately, faces were hard to come by, as the grisly images often were heaps of bodies, beaten into unrecognizable piles. Figures stood knee deep in blood and body parts to swing improvised weapons at each other, ignoring the death around them.
Artie shook his head again. He'd been doing it on and off since they'd started this work. This was where his powers shone but he still had to watch the feed.
Moving through the video, one or two frames at a time, he snapped images of each face or partial face, as it appeared, saving the screenshots with timestamps and screen quadrants.
Identification would come after determining the data set.
Working beside him, Felicia tapped away at her laptop's keyboard. Each file popped up in their encrypted cloud, one by one, which she categorized according to Artie's stamps and plugged into their respective category for the software. This wasn't her expertise, using facial recognition for her was usually tracking one face throughout a crowd, measuring movements and patterns, but as another gruesome image popped up, and she recognized herself as a little more desensitized, she found herself thankful again to be taking second on this. Just an extra set of hands, not requiring too much thought for now.
Felicia looked up, noticing the bar on the video was near the end, and took a sip of her coffee.
"I think we have all of them," Artie said, finally, tapping it out on his keyboard. "Next steps are running the faces and reconstructing the partials and bad angles." He rubbed his eyes. It didn't change what he was remembering.
"Can you take the first half? We'll do the partials after..."
Felicia nodded, already pulling up the needed second software. Her long nails made hard, angry taps on the keyboard as she set up the first run of data, but she smiled as she looked over her shoulder at him. "I've got it. Mind grabbing me a refill?" she asked, gesturing with her chin at her coffee mug.
Artie nodded and gave her a thumbs up. "I'm going to the place down the street. I can't do office coffee again today," he replied, signing short and sharp. Grabbing his coat on the way out, he made sure to look actively at the world around him as he walked down the sidewalk. Counting the cars, watching the people and trying to soak it in. He'd be seeing the massacre every time he closed his eyes but he'd learned that the more he truly saw what was around himself after something like that, the easier it was to watch that at night instead of the horrors.
A couple of kids were playing in the community centre playground on his way back and Artie took a moment on the way back to lean against a fence and cover it with grass and grow vines up the walls. This deep into the DX, people expected to see things like that. He held the illusion for a long moment before letting it vanish and heading back to Snow Valley and trudging back up the stairs.
"Good news," Felicia said as he entered the room. Her chair had already been spinning at the sound of his footsteps outside, and now hands outstretched for her coffee, which she took a sip of as he handed it to her, suddenly tired. Screens were full behind her; a photo of a man in red armor, broad in the shoulders and in mid stride, on one monitor, next to the flashing match of a military identification, and several open tabs of history, a news story, and her email.
"Good news," she repeated. Her lipstick had left a few flakes behind on the cup, and she released a breath. "He was in the first ten. Meet Abraham Kieros, US Marine. Bad news? Honorable discharge after a training accident."
Felicia looked grim, resting her cup against her opposite arm, stilling the slight tremors, as she finally looked at him. "He's a quadrapalegic. "
Artie shook his head. Only a probability manipulator could have managed to find him in the first ten. "Was a quadrapelegic." He let the text hang and shrugged. "So is it a healing factor, a player like Radha or tech? The supersoldier programs have been working on this for a while now."
Felicia's head tilted in acquiesce, though her frown didn't ease. "Guess we get to find out."
Snow Valley had split into two groups to try and manage the intel coming back from Jaca. While Doug and Darcy had moved into his server room to tap into all the intel channels and the ones they weren’t supposed to have access to, it had fallen to Artie and Felicia to handle the visuals and try to put names to faces. Unfortunately, faces were hard to come by, as the grisly images often were heaps of bodies, beaten into unrecognizable piles. Figures stood knee deep in blood and body parts to swing improvised weapons at each other, ignoring the death around them.
Artie shook his head again. He'd been doing it on and off since they'd started this work. This was where his powers shone but he still had to watch the feed.
Moving through the video, one or two frames at a time, he snapped images of each face or partial face, as it appeared, saving the screenshots with timestamps and screen quadrants.
Identification would come after determining the data set.
Working beside him, Felicia tapped away at her laptop's keyboard. Each file popped up in their encrypted cloud, one by one, which she categorized according to Artie's stamps and plugged into their respective category for the software. This wasn't her expertise, using facial recognition for her was usually tracking one face throughout a crowd, measuring movements and patterns, but as another gruesome image popped up, and she recognized herself as a little more desensitized, she found herself thankful again to be taking second on this. Just an extra set of hands, not requiring too much thought for now.
Felicia looked up, noticing the bar on the video was near the end, and took a sip of her coffee.
"I think we have all of them," Artie said, finally, tapping it out on his keyboard. "Next steps are running the faces and reconstructing the partials and bad angles." He rubbed his eyes. It didn't change what he was remembering.
"Can you take the first half? We'll do the partials after..."
Felicia nodded, already pulling up the needed second software. Her long nails made hard, angry taps on the keyboard as she set up the first run of data, but she smiled as she looked over her shoulder at him. "I've got it. Mind grabbing me a refill?" she asked, gesturing with her chin at her coffee mug.
Artie nodded and gave her a thumbs up. "I'm going to the place down the street. I can't do office coffee again today," he replied, signing short and sharp. Grabbing his coat on the way out, he made sure to look actively at the world around him as he walked down the sidewalk. Counting the cars, watching the people and trying to soak it in. He'd be seeing the massacre every time he closed his eyes but he'd learned that the more he truly saw what was around himself after something like that, the easier it was to watch that at night instead of the horrors.
A couple of kids were playing in the community centre playground on his way back and Artie took a moment on the way back to lean against a fence and cover it with grass and grow vines up the walls. This deep into the DX, people expected to see things like that. He held the illusion for a long moment before letting it vanish and heading back to Snow Valley and trudging back up the stairs.
"Good news," Felicia said as he entered the room. Her chair had already been spinning at the sound of his footsteps outside, and now hands outstretched for her coffee, which she took a sip of as he handed it to her, suddenly tired. Screens were full behind her; a photo of a man in red armor, broad in the shoulders and in mid stride, on one monitor, next to the flashing match of a military identification, and several open tabs of history, a news story, and her email.
"Good news," she repeated. Her lipstick had left a few flakes behind on the cup, and she released a breath. "He was in the first ten. Meet Abraham Kieros, US Marine. Bad news? Honorable discharge after a training accident."
Felicia looked grim, resting her cup against her opposite arm, stilling the slight tremors, as she finally looked at him. "He's a quadrapalegic. "
Artie shook his head. Only a probability manipulator could have managed to find him in the first ten. "Was a quadrapelegic." He let the text hang and shrugged. "So is it a healing factor, a player like Radha or tech? The supersoldier programs have been working on this for a while now."
Felicia's head tilted in acquiesce, though her frown didn't ease. "Guess we get to find out."
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