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singularityderp2011-06-20 09:59 pm
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Dark Future Meme (as requested)
[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!
Rinzler
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: The same as always. There might be some new pixelation damage underneath the armor but no one can tell since it's never viewable.
Summary: The future of Tron had already been written once. History, as it always seems, likes to repeat itself.
With Flynn's help the program known as Rinzler was finally restored to his original programming, more or less. Tron was freed. He retained all of his experiences and memories of his time as Rinzler both while on the Grid and here at Sacrosanct. It was both a good thing and a bad thing. It allowed him to remember what he was, and he loathed it, but it also allowed him to remember the ways CLU treated him while they were each other's only true ally. While freed from CLU's grasp, Tron held more sympathy for the admin program than he expected--and couldn't let the other go after what they'd been through together. Considering that Flynn forgave CLU it was only that much easier for Tron to do so as well. He couldn't forget the last sacrifice Rinzler had made for him--his own erasure for Tron's freedom--and decided that the feelings the old programming had felt weren't completely nothing; they had worth and Tron honored them, easily fell back into their grasp whenever CLU showed some kindness or weakness instead of a cold front. He stayed with CLU.
But everything seemed to fall apart all at once, all over again, and once again there was nothing Tron could do but watch helplessly as it fell down around him. He tried. He tried to fight for the Users. He tried to fight for CLU. But with Flynn MIA and CLU collapsing from the loss, there was very little he could do in the end. The Administrator lapsed back into old habits. Tron couldn't save him, and in his last attempt to drag CLU away from Hypatia and get him off the station, Tron was captured.
Rectification. It wasn't the first time, but it was certainly the last. Stripped of all emotion, all memories erased instead of simply hidden behind nasty partitions, Rinzler was born again. And this time there was no turning back. There were no redeeming qualities, no User to fix the damage done, and no part of Tron left to override the enforcer's brutal and efficient methods.
He spends all his time hunting and destroying, killing, and very occasionally capturing the enemy resistance. He is very good at his functions. He never tires, never relents, and never shows mercy. He is one of Hypatia's best hunter-killers.
And he never objects to a single command. There's nothing left to form an objection.
no subject
He wasn't told to expect company.
The circuit patterns, of course, are a matter of record. Allied unit. But the shock of recognition goes well beyond conditioning, down through the shreds of himself he was so graciously permitted to keep--brittle persuasion, piercing bribery, sharp jibes--and a sense that he knows this one, deeper than records, more closely than the impressive kill to conversion ratio.
The realization is jagged, painful and slow, and it refuses to leave.
He knows this program. From before. Designation: ]
Rinzler?
[Yes. That's correct, accompanied by a bright bolt of familiarity. Echoes of something almost warm.
He'd forgotten what that was like.]
no subject
It hummed almost blissfully unaware, an odd and cruel resemblance to an old useless function.
It waited for an action or command to react to. Nothing more.]
no subject
Been a long time, man. [It was a paltry echo of stronger feeling--the certainty that he should know Rinzler, but detailed data was not forthcoming. That was a conflict, a confusion he did not like.
He'd signed on specifically to be rid of doubt, to be done with confusion.
But something in that flat, level regard was absolutely chilling.]
What's the job? Assignment?
[She wouldn't have sent them both after the same targets. Waste of resources.
Wasn't it?]
no subject
Priority: determine leader and capture unit. Secondary: destroy rebellion strike squad.
[It was the only reasonable excuse for CLU's presence on the mission. Capturing was rare for Rinzler, and the handling afterward usually a bit too...forceful. Another unit to babysit the captured rebel while Rinzler finished his job was about as much "help" as the hunter-killer ever received, much less required.]
no subject
He would report it later. He would be told what to do about it.
It still stuck in his processor, even over orders.
Clu blinked and focused on the task at hand.]
Conversion. Good news. [That was the term for it in the file.] Priority, secondary objectives confirmed. Same team? [Pause. Correction:] Do you operate alone?
[What did he care? He wasn't a killer unit. Catch and convert, that was his area. Persuade--usually with superior force--then overwrite. Rectify. Shouldn't matter to him what any of the others thought. If they thought at all.
But he knew this Program. He was certain. As much as he could be of anything.]
no subject
Perform higher quality as lone unit; better equipped for hostile forces, countering attacks, destroying unnecessary units. Captured unit will get in the way; possibility of destruction otherwise.
Your priority. Keep out of my way.
[Odd, how he was practically issuing orders. But for some reason the unit he was partnered to seemed to want him to confirm Hypatia's commands. If it was a test then so be it. He would do as told.]
no subject
Better to close his mouth than risk reclassification as a flawed unit.]
...Got it.
[Test? More like
clawing out a scabrunning a manual check against known issues.You pass. Flying colors. It's just that, for some reason, that's...painful.]
Series of readings, two clicks this way.
...No decapitations.
[They're harder to process, given critical loss of frame, balance, visual input--just leave him something to work with.
Focus on the job. Let's get this done.]
no subject
[Had he had the processing capability for it, Rinzler would have hated the limitation. As it was the rerectified program began running subroutines to enforce the order. It would make things more difficult but that was the extent of the 'concern' that the program felt over the matter.
He began to head in the direction indicated, running an external scan of his own to gain additional information. He slowly began to leave the other behind in his unique way of getting around--and obviously, he didn't care.]