A man in a very expensive suit leads a small group of equally expensively dressed gentlemen down a brightly lit hallway, walking backwards and talking at the same time. "So you see, this new suit will usher in a whole new era of warefare. Environments which were once untraversable will now be trivial to pass through. The casualty rate will drop significantly and soldiers will feel far more secure in a firefight. We will have an immeasurable advantage over the competition." A murmur runs through the crowd as the men chatter excitedly. "If you'll step into this room, we'll watch a very brief video presentation. It also includes a taped demonstration of the suit in action. After this, you'll be able to see several soldiers using the suit in a live demo." The men chatter even more loudly this time. Excitement exudes from the group as they cross the threshhold into a small presentation room with a projector already set up.
The man leading the group waits for them all to sit down and flicks off the lights, hitting a button on the remote he pulls from his pocket. A video starts playing on the opposite wall, and the men watch with their full attention.
"This is the new PX-1000 powered combat suit." A buff female soldier holding an assault rifle stands in the middle of a field, obviously a proving ground. She's wearing a form fitting suit, with special plates built into the wrists, chest, part of the stomach and most of her legs, as well as a strange-looking piece built around her hips and across her crotch. "This suit is just the beginning in a line of powered combat suits being developed by the New Heaven Arms Corporation. Our hope is that the PX line will become a regular, permanent fixture of the United States military." One of the men in the room speaks up "Lofty goals, eh?" A few of the men snicker before the man giving the presentation silences them.
The woman on screen places a helmet on her head and hits a button on the side, closing the visor. "The PX-1000's helmet has built in communication devices as well as a UV-resistant visor. The entire thing is highly bullet and impact resistant." The woman readies her weapon and fires at some distant targets. The camera zooms in to reveal the targets, and all the shots are placed almost perfectly. The men in the room all look impressed already. "The PX-1000's Virtual Muscle system is designed to stablize the wearer's aim, and the helmet's visor is installed with the latest in augmented reality technology, allowing for advanced target identification systems." The man with the remote chimes in. "The software for the AR system still has a few bugs, but the suit is fully functional without it, and it can't be turned off within the suit itself. Also, the helmet has a filtration system, so it can function as a gas mask."
"The PX-1000 is resitant to bullets, heavy impacts and indirect explosions. It is built from special space-age metals and nano-fibers for maximum protection." The woman removes her helmet and wipes her forehead. "Hot? The PX-1000 has a cooling system built right into the suit for high-temperature environments, as well as a heating system for low-temperature environments. Sweat is collected in a resevior, filtered and recycled into the in-suit hydration tank." The woman then screws up her face and rubs her inner thigh. "But what about other bodily wastes, you might ask?" Some of the men in the room looked interested.
The woman squats down slightly and a look of relief comes across her face. "As you may notice, first of all, the suit is built for a wide range of movement. Now, what's happening here is..." A small animation plays in the corner as the woman continues urinating, of both male and female genitalia urinating into the small compartment, with the urine being stored in a small pouch in the hip piece. The woman sighs and stands up. Then she frowns and squats down even lower, grabbing her stomach and screwing up her face. A less graphic animation of feces being stored in a compartment on the hip plate is show in the corner. She stands up again and looks even more relieved; she's actually smiling.
Some of the men look disgusted (if highly interested), others highly intrigued, and one of them looks very excited at the whole idea. The man with the remote grins.
"The PX-1000's waste disposal features include scent eradicating technology, as well as a system to compact larger movements." The hip plate whirs for a moment as the woman looks surprised, then comes to a halt. She blushes and shuffles around uncomfortably, giggling.
"And one more important feature of the PX-1000 is related to it's waste management feature. Watch." The woman clicks a button on the hip plate and it begins whirring, popping off into her hand. The crotch area of the suit quickly closes up to protect her modesty. She places it on the ground and hits another button, causing it to move foward across the ground. After a few minutes, once it's far out of range, it explodes. The men in the room are taken aback. Urine and feces are spread across the ground, smoking. "The PX-1000 employs basic psychological and biological warfare within it's waste management system, for use in emergencies or possibly ambushes." The camera refocuses on the woman, who holds her gun at her side and winks, giving a thumbs up to the camera. "New Heaven Arms: Building a better war, one soldier at a time."
The projector automatically clicks off and the man with the remote flicks the lights back on. "Now, gentlemen, you've had a taste. Is anyone excited about a live demonstration?" The men all leap up at once and follow the man out of the room.
TO BE CONTINUED
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