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Dark Future Meme (as requested)

DARK FUTURE MEME
[We know who it is we want. We have a collective mind.
We don't miss a single step. We're always right behind.
We know we serve someone else. We have swallowed our pride.
We march to this tune of loss. We take this in our stride.]

Ten years later, humanity and the synthetic life on the station are at odds
Hypatia has inducted as many citizens of Sacrosanct into a private military and launched
an all-out war against organic life and the people of Asphodel.
Some were kept on the station as captives, some escaped down planet-side
to become part of the resistance, and countless others were re-purposed into
Hypatia's willing slaves.

Where will you be?

How this works:
-If you are synthetic or part-synthetic, OR if you have special armor (Looking at you, Spartans, Troncast, EVERY ROBOT EVER) you are a target for re-purpose.
You can still have escaped down to the planet, but she'll be after you. Going to the station is dangerous, once you enter her wide-area-network you are at risk of being hacked
-If you are fully organic, you are either dead, kept prisoner and made to work on the station, or part of the resistance on Asphodel.
-Anything in-between? You decide. Be creative with this.
-Fill out the form below to give us an idea of what your character is up to, what happened to them etc. Thread with each other! RP it out!
-Also, bring in your extra journals! There won't be the same people on the station ten years from now! If you're planning to app someone, or just have something interesting lying around, toss them in!

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Name: (Pink) Dave Strider
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Dave never quite shook his gangly, undernourished appearance. He's pale to a degree that looks sickly, one of his horns is cracked, and his left arm is gone from the elbow down. No matter how many times people insist he won't get a robotic replacement. It doesn't matter much when you can psychically create a near-infinite amount of spectral limbs. He keeps his tangled pink hair in a ponytail because regular haircuts are for people who still give a shit. For the same reason, he's stopped wearing shades. Why even bother anymore?
Summary: Dave's rays weren't developed enough to help him evade capture when everything started going to hell. So he remained on the station, enduring much of the same shit he used to deal with at the Institute. Sure would be nice if Team Robot could brainwash themselves a human-hating psychic tank, huh?

But it never really took, and eventually his power increased exponentially. The station wasn't equipped to contain him anymore and he managed to escape with a rescue team. Yay timing! However, the stability of his body was compromised in the struggle and one of his arms literally melted away, muscle, bone and all. This has kind of turned him off extended ray-usage even though his body can handle it now.

Since then, his apathy levels have spiked. His powers would have been a great asset in helping the resistance, versatile as they are, but he was never interested. That requires effort, and hell, Dave barely makes an effort to take care of himself anymore. You can probably blame that on his rapidly deteriorating mental condition. Sure, he still has moments of lucidity, but on the whole engaging Pink Dave is a risky gamble. There are days where the psychosis hits him hard, trigger or no trigger. There are days where he can't seem to remember who he is or why he's here. Most prevalent are the days where he sits still and stares into the distance, dead-eyed and just... tired. So very, very tired.

"Hey Dave!" came Jaedri's cheerful call as she approached him, some food in hand. To say she was a busy troll was a bit of an understatement, but she made a point to make time in her schedule to check on Dave (this Dave in specific) when she could. She considered herself a bit more properly equipped to see him for extended stretches of time, knowing that he hates humans, and well, she wasn't human. More importantly, she considered him to be a very important friend of hers.

"How're you feeling?" She asked, hoping for a response, but not really expecting one. Maybe if he was actually feeling like talking today, she could give convincing him to get that arm replaced another shot...

She didn't get one immediately, but he was looking at her, which was always a good sign. Meant today wasn't a lost cause. His expression remained blank at confused at first, eyes dim and confused, but it morphed into something resembling faint recognition.

"Jaed... ri. Jaedri." First unsure, then neutral. "Jaedri." And finally, Dave sounded sure of himself.

Oh. She asked him a question, didn't she. Dave shrugged his bony shoulders in response, the image an echo of his former self. "Keepin' it together. You know how I do."

The response excited Jaedri. It meant, for today at least, he was okay. She quickly decided she wouldn't bring up the arm immediately. She was more concerned with making sure he ate first, anyway.

"You bet I do," she smirked. "It still tastes kinda cruddy, but I got us some food," she said, offering him his part, bigger than hers. "Here y'go!"

Dave cracked a microsmile, which was especially rare. He accepted his portion, but he didn't start eating it. Sometimes he had to be prodded a couple times.

"Thanks, 'cause I think it's been..." his smile faded as he struggled to remember the last time he ate. Yesterday...? What happened yesterday?

"...awhile." He quickly busied himself with the food, but only small nibbles.

Jaedri rubbed her head, feeling a little guilty. It had been a while since she'd come to see him, so yeah, "awhile" sounded right. She wasn't sure if he ever got anything to eat on his own, but she wasn't exactly going to place any bets.

She quickly stifled the guilt, putting her arms up on putting her head in her hands. "Lucky for you I'm here, huh?"

The one thing that Jade hates most about this, about everything, is how useless medicine can be in the face of something severe. She might have digested medical book after medical book, but nothing could prepare her for arms melting off. Of course, nothing really prepared her for watching her best friend become some sort of disaster in motion.

She stood in the doorway, watching him carefully. "Hi," she said, attempting to maintain cheerfulness. Always remain positive; Jade repeated it to herself over and over. Even though she was pretty sure dying was one of many options, she always showed up at his door anyway. Best friends didn't desert best friends in their time of need, and she refused to believe anyone who told her to stay away.

"What's up?"

The sound of her voice made him turn, but not for long. Dave went back to leaning against the closest wall, head resting there uncomfortably. And to make matters worse, he suddenly started whacking the side of his head on the wall.

The side with the cracked horn.

Though it's difficult to predict what kind of treatment will make Dave better, it's pretty damn obvious that breaking a horn won't be good for his failing health. Doesn't seem to deter him any.

One of these days she is seriously going to cry in front of him; today isn't that day, and she hopes it won't be any time soon. However, his behavior caused her to actually step inside. Usually she doesn't, usually she tries to be safe, if only because orange Dave wants her to. But she can't let him hurt himself.

She stepped forward, reaching out to him. She hesitates, then kneels in front of him, hands on his shoulders. "Hey, don't do that! Dave, you could hurt yourself!" Ten years have passed and Jade Harley is still the best mother/best friend/moirail around.

As soon as she touched him he reeled backwards, falling on his back and flopping over before scrambling to the opposite corner. Luckily, he didn't resume the wall-banging, but it looked as though he'd already done some damage. A thin line of blood seeped from the newly-widened crack in his horn, staining pink hair red.

"Ah--" she gasped, slowly standing up to reach out for him again. "Dave..." No, she won't cry. She sniffled once, wiping at her cheek with her shoulder. She knew that every day she came back sad, but if she was going to be a best friend then she would do it right, dammit.

"Please don't hurt yourself, it's not...it's not good, okay?"

The sniffle caught his attention. His tension eased a little and he blinked the distrust away, leaving the usual confusion behind.

"What're you doing in my apartment?"

This again. Nothing new, but it probably never got any easier. Still, better than watching him try to split his skull. His voice sounded cracked with disuse.

She calmed down slightly, though she was still frowning. It was hard, not to be sad in front of him. He can't help it, he's not in control of any of this. She had answered this question what felt like a million times, but still she answered it again.

"I came to visit you! Because you're my best friend. We're best friends forever, right?"

Her hand reached out to pet his hair, slowly. She worried about the horn; if it broke off, she wasn't even sure what would happen. If a crack could bleed, what would half of it going missing do?

"But -- " Dave flinched, but this time around his reaction was less intense. He remained in his corner, wary but willing to hear her out.

"I don't have any. I wouldn't forget my only one. Be pretty lame." He looked down and, unsurprisingly, leapt to another topic as soon as it came to his attention.

"Fuck, lady, my head hurts..."

For a moment, the hurt flashed across her face. He didn't remember her. He never remembered her, and that always sent her crying, telling orange Dave how much it hurt her. But she always came back, just in case he remembered. After the moment passed, she smiled. It was a pretty weak one, all things considered.

"My name's Jade. And you hit your head, that's why it hurts! You might not remember, you hit it pretty hard..."

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