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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!

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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.