singularityderp | 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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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..."

Dark Future Meme (as requested)

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