Colossus By Design: Season 2 - Log 64

[March 3, 2166]
[Black Panther Orichalcum Production Refinery]
[New Wakanda, African origin continent]

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Orichalcum. The miracle metal. Lighter, stronger, and more flexible than anything previously discovered in the 21st century.

This precious alloy is very difficult to produce, requiring a mix of various unrelated elements. However, the true secret to this substance is a specific catalyst: a strange and potent plasmid, only found in the cells of P.E.M.F.s that evolved naturally. It is this biological component that allows limited quantities of Orichalcum to be created.

New Wakanda in particular is a metaphorical goldmine of several of the necessary natural elements and was picked as an ideal location for a production refinery to be set up. The culprit company? Black Panther Industries, the largest multinational mining company under the employ of the African super-nation's government. Thanks to their efforts, New Wakanda is the largest producer and supplier of Orichalcum alloy in the world.

During a break period, the refinery team is in the cafeteria, enjoying some lunch. As they're eating, a news broadcast is playing on the hologram that overlooks the cafeteria hall.


(Anchor Stewart Jon): And in the latest news, the Global Union of Divisions has concluded their investigation into the mysterious disappearances of the research teams within Atlantis's archives.

(Anchor Aisha Ahmad): That's right, Stew. They've found nothing to indicate what exactly caused the disappearances, and have decided to pull out any and all operations. We now return to the weather.


The workers turn off the hologram and go back to eating their lunches. One of them seems to not be enjoying his meal.


(Myron T'Chama): Ugh..... this chicken is under-cooked. I can't eat it, anymore.


As Myron stabs another piece of chicken to bring to his mouth, one of his co-workers, who seems to be wearing a simple electronic bracelet, shoots a small bolt of electricity at it from the tip of her fingertip, visibly surprising Myron.


(Kim Wong): There ya go, Myron.

(Myron T'Chama): Kim, I told you to stop doing that! Just because you're legally allowed to use your powers if you wear that dampening bracelet doesn't mean you SHOULD do it here!

(Kim Wong): You'll get used to it, puny regular human.


A loud ringing is sounded off from over the speakers, signifying the end of the lunch break. The workers seem to all simultaneously grumble and start packing up their meals; as they begin to head back out to the main refinery rooms, Kim hangs back and heads in the opposite direction. Myron takes notice of this and turns around to face her.


(Myron T'Chama): Kim, what are ya doin? We need to get back into the refinery.

(Kim Wong): I'll be right with you, Myron. I just need to take care of lady business in the bathroom. Girl stuff, ya know?

(Myron T'Chama): Well, I could stick around an--

(Kim Wong): GO.

(Myron T'Chama): Alright, alright.


As Myron leaves the cafeteria, Kim heads into the women's bathroom. Inside, a woman she appears to be familiar is waiting by the mirrors. As soon as Kim enters, the woman turns to her; a strange red glow emanates from her eyes.


(Kim Wong): I'm here, Mary. What's going on? Are we being called on, already?


Mary merely nods her head as she gestures to the vent on the bottom of the floor. Both women look intently as the grate pops open; a cloud of metal fragments and hard-light particles floats out of the opening. The pieces begin to swirl and combine, eventually forming a Mimetic Drone. The mechanical entity walks up to the two women, speaking with a raspy yet flanged and robotic voice.


(Mimetic Drone): My master has requested that things be set into motion.

(Kim Wong): Already? We post-humans are only just coming into light.

(Mimetic Drone): Yes. What is your response?

(Kim Wong): Well, Mary? You're the boss.

(Bloody Mary): I'm in. Tell Zeus that the Order is in.

(Mimetic Drone): A wise choice, post-humans.


After hearing the answer from the two post-humans, the Mimetic Drone disperses into cloud form once again and escapes into the open vent.