Inside a government warehouse of an undisclosed location, there are no lights but there's two black cars, side by side, with these glow-in-the-dark strips. These strips illuminate the roofs, the doors, the bumpers as well as the tires. These automobiles are new models, never before seen but are remnants of classic cars of the industry. One glows bright red, a sleek modified mustang with a jet engine strapped to the back.
The car, to the left of the mustang, glows purple, an Impala with a large exhaust port, it look Halloween themed. On it's hood are the words, "SALEM SPUR" and on the red car's hood, it has the words of, "STRIPED SUPERIOR", code names of some kind. There's a huge sense of vastness to this warehouse, almost seems endless.
Breaking the creepy silence, a loud computerized voice fills the air, as if it's being blasted by a hundred speakers. It's a woman's voice, being projected from an artificial intelligence program to supervise an experiment. This is "D.I.S.C.", the acronym stands for "Driving Interactive Supervisor Controls", an A.I. meant to test drivers.
"Initiating battery start up and engine ignition." DISC says, formal and precise.
The cars' start, their engines roar and their headlights turn on to cast beams. DISC is integrated with the vehicles. Then silver liquid metal surge on the cars' surface, showing this complex material pattern before turning back into the cars' original state. Nanotechnology, advanced and following protocols of DISC.
"Fuel transfer as well as outer density armor shell has been configured." DISC states, perhaps to some unknown entity, recording for something.
Still affirmative, DISC commences, saying "Initiating particle transport of male clone drivers. 'ACCOLADE', driver of 'STRIPED SUPERIOR' and 'NOS GOTH', driver of 'SALEM SPUR."
Within the cars are one seat cockpits, with screens displaying camera footage with infrared, night vision and motion detection. There's a single steering wheel along with a leather chair but the walls and other surfaces are comprised of silicon circuit boards because of nanotechnology. There are steel pedals and touch screen gear shifts on the dashboards like an I pad. A split second after DISC commands this order, bright glowing particles on a molecular level appear above the seat and forming a structure out of pure light.
It's human drivers, being destroyed elsewhere and being reassembled to sit in the chair. After the light dissipates, the drivers are locked by seat belts against their will. In Striped Superior, the driver, Accolade is more obedient of this process with a sense of dread on his face. He's in his mid-20's, has blonde hair, green eyes and wears a red jumpsuit.
In Salem Spur, the driver is Nos Goth who looks just like Accolade, both clones of somebody related to this experiment. Nos Goth wears this blue beanie with a demon face on it. Nos Goth is disobedient, furious, trying to escape.
Nos Goth screams on the top of his lungs, "Let me go! I have a soul, you heartless monsters! Just let me go!"
In Striped Superior, Accolade is patiently waiting, trying to block out Nos Goth's repeating pleas.
DISC says, friendly, "Hello, Accolade."
Accolade replies, formal, "Hello, Disc. Shall I begin the verification speech phrase for my psych evaluation for this racing experiment?"
"You can. Recorder is operational." DISC replies.
Accolade has done this experiment many times, effecting his emotional state and logic thinking.
"I am Accolade, a clone of the Triumphant, a deceased male celebrity racer and CEO of a military fueling company. My vehicle is named after the initials of the Triumphant. The Triumphant was killed after his race car was sabotaged after his new fuel helped powered new colossal assault vehicles in the war. A phone was found within the car, a call from an unknown number, a potential terrorist group. Clones can revive his memories through traumatic events, if we remember, we can help a military investigation. We can only remember through our races." Accolade speaks this perfectly, he rehearsed this speech like an anthem.
DISC asks a survey question, "How do you feel about the truth of your life?"
Accolade quickly responds, "I feel led. You made me to name my car, name myself, pick my clothes. And I get to help a war. I live in a peaceful home, I just have race every seven days and survive."
DISC interrupts him before he can say another word, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience but your opponent, Nos Goth, has refused to comply. You will transported back to your home, a race will be scheduled next week. Your opponent will have to be re-cloned. Goodbye and have a nice day."
Accolade is particle transported back to his home. In Salem Spur, Nos Goth is crying, having a breakdown.
"I can't do it! I can't do it!" Nos Goth screaming, hysterically.
"Very well. Before initiating re-cloning process, initiate drone strike." DISC commands it.
A hatch opens in the ground, a drone flies out. This machine hovers, locks on and fires a missile, causing Salem Spur to blow up in a fiery explosion.
DISC gives a new order, "Commence all necessary protocols for the next race."