Dark Future Meme (as requested)

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

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?

Comments

[ecto-biologist.livejournal.com]

"It was before I even got down here. When you guys were making your escape." John said slowly, he put his hand over the eye and looked away. "Remember back when robobitch first went apeshit, and I decided I'd play the hero and make sure you all escape before I joined you down there?" He sighed a little, rubbing a shoulder with the hand that wasn't covering the robotic eye.

"Well, that didn't work out so well. She got to test some stuff on me first. I'm still -me-, and from what I can tell there's no robobits in my head that would make me turn on you guys... but if we ever make a push on the station again, I'm going to be half-blind, or worse." He grit his teeth. Closing both eyes now and applying focus to straighten out the robotic one under his eyelid. "Been hiding it for ten years, and considering how it feels like things might change soon, I figure it's best you know."

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

Karkat stands. Hurt, betrayal, confusion, fear-- they all dance across his face for about .0003 seconds. But then his default emotion kicks in. His eyebrows furrow and he bares his teeth. Karkat approaches, tearing John's hand from his face.

He has to see it. Has to see it move unnaturally. See the iris dilate and focus in ways that aren't linked to John's real eye. Watch as it swiveled and watched. Watched.

A fucking robotic eye always watching.

"You fucking idiot." This time, Karkat clamps his own hand over John's eye. His other grips John by the collar of his shirt and shakes.

"You fucking idiot."

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT! YOU'VE-- THAT'S BEEN HERE?! ALL THIS FUCKING TIME?! AND YOU HONESTLY, HONESTLY, DIDN'T THINK IT WAS IMPORTANT TO LET ME KNOW? LET US KNOW?"

Karkat pauses, removing his hand to get one more look at the eye. It's only for a second though, because soon after, he lifts John off his feet and forces his back against the wall.

"She's probably been watching this whole--" SLAM. John, meet wall. Wall, John. -- "fucking--" SLAM. "--TIME." SLAM.