Chapter 1892 Brutal Test Room 6
In test room 6, the moment they came in, they spotted some people from the last group who were now leaving and puking like crazy, with some even looking pale white as though they would die any moment from now.
"Terrible! What kind of test is this? I bet 10 bottles of Jelly beans that no one from the new group will survive for more than 3 minutes."
"Pfft~... I put it here that they won"t even last for 5 seconds, talk less than 3 minutes."
"Wipe! Who are those beats who completed the entire 5 minute time frame without puking? Are they even human at all?"
"No way! Any job that needs me to go through this is definitely not for me. They don"t need to disqualify me because I"m out! I can"t do anything like that!"
"Exactly! Luckily, I have 3 other job interviews lined up. And although the pay isn"t as high as this one for entry level, It"s still very satisfactory."
"Blah, blah, blah, blah~"
…
Stepping into the room, everyone"s ears were quickly filled with complaints and dread from those who came before them.
Was it that bad? What was this they heard about puking?
(Q-Q)
Now, everyone was staring at a ma.s.sive cla.s.s wall that overlooked a giant dome-shaped s.p.a.ce that had a single giant pole at its center. And attach]ked to this white pole were 10 giant pods s.p.a.ced vertically along the pole. Looking down, no one could see the very bottom of the hole, showing everyone just how deep the hole went down into the ground.
"Alright, you all will be testing in subgroups of tens.
"183, 197…. 222… Please follow the instructors out. The rest of you wait your turn."
Timothy who was called first, and Gina who was called 4th, were quick to leave the group, taking a peculiar looking high grade elevator that took them several levels down. The first stop was of course Timothy. Timothy headed out with an instructor, moving through a bright corridor and before stepping out a door and standing on a railed platform protected on all sides.
"Hold on tight," the instructor cautioned, while controlling the platform to move forward, towards the first code everyone watching from above could see.
"Hey! Take a look! So cool!"
It was like watching a sci-fi movie in real time, except Sci-fi movies had not been created yet in Baymard.
Everyone watched as the structure that was only a single box, now stretched forth like a jack-in-the box ladder towards the pod. Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!
Several people gripped each other so hard that they almost strangled their victims to death from sheer excitement.
At the same time, they started seeing many other stretchy ladders heading to the pods below too. Timothy on the other hand, was super focused on all the instructor had to say.
"This is the 9G-force rotatory Centrifuge designed by top engineers from NASA. It"s used to re-run through a normal reentry profile and ballistic reentry profile during your travel."
Sitting in the pod, Timothy was shocked to find that the sitting position was in a somewhat lying down position, as if the s.h.i.+p, car, or airplane he will pilot will shoot straight right to the sky. But that can"t be right… right?
I mean… Why was this pod"s chair made in such a manner? And what were those blinking lights above him?
The instructor closed the pod after a brief explanation, but did not tell Timothy that the blinking lights he was staring at above him would be testing a variety of tests.
These tests will test his reaction time, his visual acuity, and also his field of vision by how he responded to these sets of blinking lights. At the same time, there was a small computer monitor in front of him. He will need to respond to the computer monitor tests by pressing b.u.t.tons on his hand controllers.
The hand controllers also included a dead man switch. So in case he pa.s.ses out, he will automatically release the Deadman switch and the centrifuge will stop.
"Of course, the mini cameras in there will tell those monitoring if he pa.s.ses out or not, causing a forceful shutdown on their end.
Timothy sat in the centrifuge, feeling his every fiber of his being tremble, no matter how hard he tried to calm himself down.
F***!
What sort of test is this? Everything about it was so weird.
"ALL PILOTS ARE IN POSITION!"
The voice bellowed within this centrifuge, as well as within the gla.s.s s.p.a.ce, letting everyone know the set of 10 were ready to begin.
Brmmm~
What was that?
Like a cat on edge, Timothy jerked slightly when feeling the centrifuge move. Those watching could see the pods begin to rotate around the roll, starting up slow, but later picking the pace at an incredible speed.
Those in the control rooms also monitored the scene with hawk eyes.
"Gravity: 1G… Body weight: 80 kg!"
Then they began picking up the pace, thus changing the atmosphere within the centrifuge. And then, Timothy began feeling like his body was no longer his.
"Gravity: 3G… Body weight: 270 kg!"
Timothy took deep breaths while trying to complete the test on the screen. But do you think they will leave things like this?
"Commence spiral rotation!"
Woos.h.!.+
Everyone then saw the pods swimming on their axis like crazy, making those inside feel that the end of the world was near.
"Gravity: 5G… Body weight: 450 kg!"
Oh my ancestors! Are you trying to kill him?
Timothy swore that breathing alone became super hard, as he forcefully made his body adjust to the changes. Do you want to give up just like that?
No way! Not a chance!
Gritting his teeth, Timothy focused on the test on the screen with blood in his eyes. "Gravity: 7G… Body weight: 610 kg!"
"Gravity: 8G… Body weight: 720 Kg!"
"Gravity: 9G… Body Weight: 990 kg!"
3… 2… 1…
"Stop."
It was finally over.