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Episode 26 - Origins

Episode 26 - Origins

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 Scene 1: The Pentagon, October 2001The fluorescent lights hummed overhead in Bryan McDonald's cramped Pentagon office, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the stacks of signals intelligence reports. The building was still under repair from the September 11th attack, and the air was thick with the smell of fresh paint and drywall, a constant reminder of the recent devastation.Bryan looked up as a figure materialized in his doorway, a man in a suit that seemed to defy the Pentagon's usual state of organized chaos. His name was Ted Geraldini, CIA, and he was here to offer Bryan a chance to join a project that could change the world."I've been reading your proposals on pattern recognition algorithms," Ted said, his voice smooth and polished, "Impressive work."Bryan's Scottish accent thickened with suspicion. "If it's so impressive, why has Naval Intelligence buried it in paperwork?""Because you're thinking too far ahead for them," Ted countered, leaning forward conspiratorially. "But not for us. The Company is working on something big. Something that could process all signals intelligence in real-time. Every phone call, every email, every electronic footprint - analyzed and correlated instantly.""That's illegal," Bryan said flatly."Not if it's only targeting foreign communications," Ted countered smoothly. "Look, we both know another attack is coming. We can't afford to miss the signals again. Your algorithms could be the foundation of something revolutionary."Bryan hesitated, his mind drawn to the still-smoking ruins of the World Trade Center, the gaping wound in the Pentagon just floors away. Finally, he nodded. "If I agree, we do this right. No shortcuts, no black holes where oversight disappears."Ted smiled, but his eyes remained cold. "Of course. We're the good guys, remember?"Neither man could have known then that Project Inhibitor would give birth to something far more powerful and dangerous than they imagined, just as the Greek hero Arestor had unwittingly unleashed the monstrous giant Argus. The seeds of what would become both Hermes and Argus - and the eventual AI crisis - were sown that day in a cramped Pentagon office.Scene 2: CIA Station, Pentagon - November 9, 2001Weeks later, Bryan sat hunched over his secure terminal, the fluorescent lights reflecting off his dark reddish-brown hair. Ted's latest message glowed ominously on the screen:`URGENT - EYES ONLY FROM: T.GERALDINI TO: B.MCDONALD RE: PROJECT INHIBITOR - BIOLOGICAL COMPONENTNeed you at Fort Sam Houston ASAP. USAMRIID's Captain E. Graham has data patterns that match our parameters. Coordinate directly. Initial analysis suggests connection to former Soviet bioweapons program. Clearance authorized. Graham's credentials are exceptional. Don't let the Army uniform fool you - one of our best minds on biological weapons signatures. Travel orders attached. -T`Bryan's curiosity was piqued. He'd never known Ted to be so enthusiastic about another researcher. He opened Graham's file, his gaze lingering on her photo a moment longer than strictly necessary.Scene 3: Fort Sam Houston, Medical Research Facility - November 12, 2001The Texas sun beat down mercilessly as Bryan navigated the sprawling campus of Fort Sam Houston. His crisp summer whites drew curious glances from the Army personnel milling about."Lieutenant McDonald?" A woman's voice called out. "Captain Eliza Graham, USAMRIID."Bryan turned, his carefully cultivated military composure momentarily forgotten. Captain Graham stood before him, her auburn hair pulled back in a neat bun, her hazel eyes sparkling with intelligence and a hint of something more."Your reputation precedes you, Captain," Bryan said, his Scottish accent thickening slightly. "Though I wasn't expecting USAMRIID to send their top expert.""And I wasn't expecting Naval Intelligence to send..." Eliza paused, studying him with undisguised curiosity, "someone who actually understands genetic markers in weaponized anthrax strains.""Ah, so you've seen my notes on your paper," Bryan countered, a hint of amusement in his voice."Your analysis of the post-Soviet connections was... unexpected," Eliza said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Project Inhibitor isn't just about pattern recognition in communications, is it?""Perhaps we should discuss this somewhere more private," Bryan suggested, glancing around the busy hallway."My lab," Eliza nodded. "But first - coffee? The commissary here makes a surprisingly decent cup, and I have a feeling this is going to be a long conversation."Scene 4: USAMRIID Secure Lab - Later That DayThe lab hummed with the sound of centrifuges and the soft beeps of monitoring equipment. Eliza led Bryan through a series of checkpoints, their security clearances granting them access to a restricted workspace."These are the dispersal patterns I mentioned," Eliza said, pulling up several screens of data. "Look at the precision here and here."Bryan leaned in, trying to focus on the complex graphs ...
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