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    UNCGSC: The Facility: The Symbiot-Series, #6
    UNCGSC: The Facility: The Symbiot-Series, #6
    UNCGSC: The Facility: The Symbiot-Series, #6
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    UNCGSC: The Facility: The Symbiot-Series, #6

    By Michel Weatherall

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    Michel Weatherall's first excursion into Sci-Fi!

    This stand-alone novelette will also be part of upcoming "The Refuse Chronicles" - an continuing story-line following The Symbiot Series.

    UNCGSC: The Facility will take us to the most extremely remote facility on the planet, where experimentations into Artificial Intelligence, Turing Tests, and Sentience are carried out!​

    Set in a 'Dead Zone' of Antarctica, UNCGSC: The Facility couldn't be more isolated.​

    Like all vignettes of The Refuse Chronicles, this links itself into The Symbiot Series.

    It is awakening. The question is, what is awakening?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMichel Weatherall
    Release dateSep 1, 2016
    ISBN9781988253039
    UNCGSC: The Facility: The Symbiot-Series, #6
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    Michel Weatherall

    Michel Weatherall is a native of Ottawa, has lived in Europe and Germany and travelled extensively. With over 30 years in the print/publishing industry, self-publishing was a natural step to his company, Broken Keys Publishing. He has published 6 novels and 2 collections of poetry. Other work include Sun & Moon, Purgation, This Burden I Bear, Eleven's Silent Promise, Rupture and the essays The Doctrine of Fear and Ebook Revolution? all appearing in Ariel Chart's online journey as well as a theological essay (“The Voice of Sophia”) in American theologian Thomas Jay Oord's "The Uncontrolling Love of God: An Open and Relational Account of Providence" (2015) Weatherall's current books in print are, The Symbiot 30th Anniversary, The Nadia Edition,  Necropolis,  The Refuse Chronicles,  Symphonies of Horror: Inspirational Tales by H.P. Lovecraft: The Symbiot Appendum, Ngaro's Sojourney,  A Dark Corner of My Soul (poetry), Sun & Moon (poetry), His publishing company, Broken Keys Publishing has 2 anthologies: Thin Places: The Ottawan Anthology, & Love & Catastrophē Poetrē. Honours and Awards include Winner of the 2020 - 2021 Faces of Ottawa Awards for Best Author Finalist of the 2022 Faces of Ottawa Awards for Best Author Winner of the 2020-2022 Faces of Ottawa Awards for Best Publisher 2021Best of the Net Award Nominee (for Poetry: Purgation) 2020-21 Parliamentary Poet Laureate Nominee 2020 Best of the Net Award Nominee (Poetry: This Burden I Bear) 2019 Pushcart Prize Nominee (for Poetry) 2019 FEBE Award Nominee for Creative Arts Finalist for the Faces of Ottawa Award for Best Author 2019  2019 CPACT Awards Nominee for Entertainment Excellence (Arts) 2019 CPACT Awards Nominee for Small Business Excellence (Broken Keys Publishing) Finalist for the Faces of Ottawa Award for Best Author 2018

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      UNCGSC - Michel Weatherall

      Rogues (prologue)

      Sept. 3rd, 1998

      Antarctica

      The antarctic sky was black as pitch, the stars sharp shards of ice set into an ebony dome. Across one horizon the eerie green lights of the aurora australis gave the entire frozen landscape the appearance of a haunted ghost-realm.

      An echo of footprints in the green tainted snow led to a lone and stumbling figure. It wore no clothing. Its arms were not wrapped around its torso in an attempt to conserve warmth. It didn’t feel the cold, but it was painfully aware of its biting threat. The bitter winds of the perpetual antarctic night plummeted the temperature to well below -50.

      Its mechanical joints were beginning to freeze. Several of its gyroscopes had seized up causing it difficulty walking due to its gradual loss of equilibrium. One mechanical arm hung limp, its joints and plastic pistons frozen.

      The android’s composition was primarily a durable plastic. The hardest substance was its mesh carbon-fiber skeleton. Little metal. Hardly a robot in any traditional sense. Its body was never designed for the elements, let alone these harsh and brutal conditions. Even its electronic sentience-synapses were beginning to suffer from the extreme cold. He could sense the central processing unit’s liquid beginning to form ice-crystals. He knew if it shut down he would die.

      He had followed the path away from The Facility. That was 5 hours ago. If his on-board navigational programs were still functioning accurately, he should have traveled 12.5 km by now. Half-way to the edge of the Dead Zone. He knew his on-board internal power-cell had another 7 hours left. That should be enough to clear it. If he could make it outside the Dead Zone, he should be able to upload his consciousness. But he knew his power-cell wasn’t the issue. This diminutive plastic android body would never make it.

      A demonic howling wind tore across the vast frozen waste. His temperature-gauge read -66°, then flickered to static, then flickered on for a second, reading -72°, then shorted out. His optic sensors went blank as he stumbled and fell into the drifting snow.

      It was only for 375,000 nanoseconds that he felt sad and alone before he died. His liquid central processing unit froze solid.

      * * *

      Jan. 30th, 1999

      Antarctica

      (5 months later)

      The sky was a crisp blue, the low-lying sun playing peek-a-boo in a small cluster of clouds.

      The android was making good time as it followed the beaten path from The Facility, and it knew it. The perpetual midnight sun kept the worst of the antarctic cold at bay. The cool breeze had come to a complete stop. The surface of its

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