The Future So Unknown [Stark]
Mar 18, 2013 11:49:37 GMT -5
Post by The NPC on Mar 18, 2013 11:49:37 GMT -5
6 Months Before Stark Expo...
A package arrived; placed on the desk of a certain Tony Stark. No footage of the sender, no proof they even existed; just the knowledge that it had come, sat on the workbench of New York's resident genius. A man's who's programming and engineering feats new bound, a simple, brown envelope, with an addressing name, printed in arial black, and "Stark Tower". No extra paperwork, not even a postcode; realistically, this wasn't the work of your every day postal service. Someone able to get in, by the security of JARVIS - who, of course, recognised that the envelope had since made it's way into his lab.
Like clockwork, as he rose, Tony's machines went to work - the smell of coffee and toast quickly filling the inventor's apartment, hugging the air like an auromatic symbiote, wafting through to remind him that breakfast was indeed on the mend. He'd have eggs too, had he remembered to recalibrate that device. Maybe later, though, a man always busy - always busy indeed. Mechanical whirrings the only other sound to go with the scent; at least before a certain voice made itself known.
"Good morning, Tony - the time is 8:31 and the weather is sun; 15 degrees centigrade, or 59 degrees fahrenheit depending on your prefered unit of measure. Miss Pepper is busy working, and your coffee is currently being prepared. Toast will pop in precisely 1 minute and 33 seconds. In your lab, an envelope is waiting for your intention. I'm unsure of the contents, however my sensors show it's nothing dangerous."
So no specialist package bomb, built to slimline standards, capable of blowing a genius' entire apartment out in one fell swoop. Apparently, Tony hadn't made any new enemies in the past 8 hours. Given time, though, anything could change. It still didn't change the contents, though, or the significance they might have bore on the future. Not many people would really understand what they might be. Not yet. Not now, anyway; the future might even have seemed such a long way away.
So there it sat in his lab; tucked away inside the prestine, brown envelope, no DNA trace to be found, just a USB pen, and a note.
"Dear Mr. Stark;
On the pen drive, you will find developing software, still under work. The sophistication is tremendous. I'm certain you'll find a suitable name and purpose in due time. Do all you can with it. The world can still be a better, brighter place.
Warmest regards, your friend,
HP."