Carly wiped the sweat off of her face as she finished her new design, the result of four consecutive months. Being quite proud of it, she packed it away carefully in an indestructible case. The case was a standard briefcase sized container, and was the largest splurge of money possible, saying she had no capital to begin with. It was given off of loan by the people she currently worked for, testers and inventors. Her dream job. Although her designs might be safe, Carly definitely was not. In exchange for the ability to have her secrets always be secret until her reveal, she has to be the subject of many tests for the items being worked on by the company when required. In other words, an expendable test subject. At first they never send you to something dangerous. If you happen to be a good prospect and you designs might be viable, you could be brought on to the team and be given resources to research your design full time. The test subjects who do not show such potential are subjected to harsher and harsher tests, with survival rates falling significantly after a year.
The prospector who was waiting for the test subject to come in today let out a sigh, knowing that the next person to clock in would not be of the world much longer. Due to the unique circumstances of the test, the safety of the participant is not put into effect due to the clock ticking down on when the project had to be done by. Which was in two weeks. Therefor many testing stages had to be skipped in order to be as efficient as possible but completely disregarding the safety of the participant. As Carly walked in, the man sighed again, knowing that a bright person with bad luck had finally come. He silently routed her towards the test room through the comm that each test subject had and went to collect her suitcase. Although it wasn't ethical, he knew she wouldn't survive, so the least he could do is look at the design and maybe live it out for her. As she is strapped into her chair, he starts to flip through the notes, his eyes going wide at what she had. Her notes were ground breaking, and could possibly allow her to live but before he could alert the lab to stop the test, the whole facility shook for a moment before settling.
"What seems to be the matter J? You know we need at the time we can get for this project."
J slumped down on his chair and showed his colleague the notes.
"That perfect copy protocol that you said was impossible. She solved it. There are notes all over here about the possible issues that could come up when transferring the human mind to living data. It wasn't that it can't be done. It is in a completely different code. She WROTE a new language and program that would allow the data to continue to fluctuate and translate to 1 and 0 when needed."
Both of the scientists stared at the notes before the man in lab's gaze fell on the now empty husk of a genius who just had her mind overloaded and the recorded. The amount of energy needed to overload her mind before they could record and download it was much higher than the rest of the test subjects, due to her ability to withstand high density algorithms being forcefully pumped into her brain. The fragmentation of her mind was captured by the computers, but for a split second, all systems had shut down, as she had overcame it all for a fraction of a second, allowing her to realize her situation, and download herself into the only program she was able to find, 'Larger than Life.'