Dark Future Meme (as requested)

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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!


<B>Name:</B> (Derp or Derpina.) <B>Current location:</B> (Where are they? Sacrosanct? Asphodel?) <B>Current Physical Appearance:</B> (What do they look like now? ) <B>Summary:</B> (Tell us the story. How did they get to this point? What happened to them? What are they like?

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Name: Chell [REDACTED]
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Other than a brand new collection of scars she's gained over the years, not much has changed. Her knees are still screwed up six ways from Sunday, the long fall boots are practically glued to her feet, and the portal gun never, ever leaves her side.
Summary: Chell always knew it was a matter of time before everything went to hell, and no one was less surprised than her when Hypatia declared war on organic life.

The years have been surprisingly kind to her. While she's not entirely comfortable around the rebel faction (and probably won't ever be comfortable around so many people), she's earned a little respect from them for her resourcefulness, determination, and skill with a gun. The horrors of the robot apocalypse don't really affect her, because really? "Oh look, an omnipotent AI has declared war on organics and is either systematically killing them down to the last man, woman, and child or performing horrible tests on them for the sake of science."

How is that any different from home?

Although she provides assistance wherever she can, she prefers to go on the rescue missions to the testing areas, and she follows the intelligence reports from the organic containment section religiously. It's not fun snatching prisoners away from the AI's grasp, but it's a familiar thrill she doesn't get anywhere else. Not that she'd ever admit it.

She has a goal now, objectives, something to live and work for, and she will not give up, ever, until her job is done. After all, a certain genetic lifeform and disk operating system is still alive.