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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[a_perfect_end]

[She'd left him enough awareness to know that something was not right. Movement wasn't quite matching known prior behavior. And.]

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?]

[double_discs]

[Rinzler recognized the other only as a fellow conscript. The only reason he replied at all in his hoarse, rasping whisper was because he answered to everyone, anyone Hypatia gave the ability to issue commands. The ability to speak on CLU's own? Was enough incentive for Rinzler to obey.]

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.]

[a_perfect_end]

[There was a kind of minimal recognition in Rinzler's posture, and Clu knew that wasn't right. But he wasn't sure what would be. Only that there was data missing, that there was more to this Rinzler than was currently in his memory.

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.]

[double_discs]

[The response was only delayed by a fraction of a second, but it was enough to indicate how bizarre CLU's slip of tongue was to one so rectified as Rinzler.]

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.]

[a_perfect_end]

[That. Pause. Wasn't a great sign. Irregularities in the system were not tolerated; no one knew that better than he did.

Better to close his mouth than risk reclassification as a flawed unit.]

...Got it.

[Test? More like clawing out a scab running 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.]

[double_discs]

Confirmed.

[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.]