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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Sonny watched her crush the ration can with a slight furrow to his synthetic brow. He could sense elevated tension in her voice, her body language, and her breathing rate. His instincts told him to ask if she was alright, whether she'd like to sit down, or any other number of helpfully domestic suggestions. Likely for the best, he kept them to himself.

Then came the statement about the terraforming crew. He'd been thinking about possible answers to that question while he made his way back, but Kim wasn't asking him, not really. He would have probably lied on the subject anyway, but he liked to be honest whenever possible - at least with this woman - even if it meant deceit by omission. Still, when she put the almost-accusation into the physical world by way of verbalisation, Sonny flinched slightly.

The 'nevermind' felt like an absolution.

Moving to a workbench, and seating himself so Kim had better access, he looked over her own metal accouterments. Without today's encounter to worry about, he was free to focus on being concerned with the woman's wellbeing. He was almost doting in his attention because when he was in the safety of their makeshift home, there wasn't much for a robot to do - not with their limited supplies, and his limited imagination. He resolved his cabin fever by worrying almost irritatingly about Kim's wellfare. To his credit though, he was getting better at keeping the worries to himself - at least orally.

"How are your prosthetics? Do they require any additional maintenance? Should I get you anything else you might need the next time I'm out?" Which was all together a very polite way to put his dangerous, and these days, often deadly trips to the refugee settlements.

It was a very carefully constructed phrase, 'how are your prosthetics.' Sonny knew exactly what the reaction would have been if he'd said, 'do you need anything.'

Kimiko didn't need anything. She was fine. She was fine, here and she didn't need help or charity. She could survive on her own on the burn-out planet in the destroyed husk of a spacecraft, or anywhere else. She didn't need help. Didn't want it. She'd rather die alone.

Abruptly, Kim realized she'd been staring at her hands, comparing the rough, calloused right with the smooth, metallic left. More proof of her will to survive and thrive where others had needed help all their lives to do more than merely lie in their own filth, or die. She didn't need anyone for that, but— Sonny's leg.

He needed her. She smiled; work to do, progress to be made. Survive and thrive, grow and learn, that was the only end to which effort could reasonably be made. She reached for her tools without answering and went to work.

This would take all night, and it was intimate, touching and pulling, tweaked improvements on a living whole. She'd look up from time to time to find Sonny watching her. He had very human eyes, but she wasn't fooled; his expression was too placid, passive and intent all at once. No human ever wore that expression without extreme pathos to go along with it. Kim would smile each time, then go back to her work. She loved this work, loved robots, and Sonny in particular. After what had happened with the time-colonists, humanity would always feel like her children, but robots were her peers. Robots were...

Suddenly, the chronometer read four AM and beeped what would have been the wake-up alarm. Kim looked up from her work with a start— how had it gotten so late? She looked back and found a nights worth of work under her hands in the form of bulletproofing at every vulnerable point between Sonny's hips and knees; she was practically lying in his lap.

They wouldn't be putting him down quite so easily, next time.

If Sonny had the capability, he probably would have sighed at Kim's refusal to answer his questions - though to be fair, he probably should have known to expect it by now anyway. Instead of adding anything new to the conversation he knew they wouldn't be having - at least not now - he settled into the almost comfortable silence of letting the woman work.

He would ask about her needs another time. They had enough supplies to last them a few days, so that would be a few days before he would need to head out.

Sonny watched Kim repair and improve the pieces of his exoskeleton and tried not to think about how much he'd physically changed since he arrived on the station so long ago. He’d been a different sort of robot back then, and he’d needed repairs too, shortly after falling into this world. He hadn’t had anyone to turn to though, and that near 8 months that had been stolen from him by the teleporters may have been as much a blessing as it was a bit of a terror. It had taught him to be as vary of the station as he was of the denizens who had hurt him.

After that he hadn’t received proper maintenance until he’d met Kim. He needed her, he knew that. But more than that, he needed to know he wasn’t holding her back from getting what she needed, vocal denials or not. Spending the rest of her life with a robot didn’t seem right, not when there were other humans on this very planet.

So while the woman tweaked and upgraded his chassis, Sonny mulled over the idea of giving her up and losing his last remaining friend. He was used to loss at this point, having known little else when it came to the people he truly cared for, and it seemed appropriate somehow; it was practically as if he’d been built for it.

When the timer went off, Sonny didn’t startle. He had his own internal measure for time and was always aware of how many seconds had ticked by since he’d first come online (not counting that 8 month gap). With a characteristic gentleness that was still somehow startling sometimes, he touched her back.

"Time for you to rest?" And there was genuine warmth in his face when he asked. He didn't need an answer, that wasn't what he was trying to say here. Kim had made it obvious she didn't need thanks, and this was his way of offering it nonetheless.

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