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Dark Future Meme

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.

Now, tensions are at a peak and both sides are preparing for a throwdown. Skirmishes break out on the station and planet. Many of Hypatia's prisoners have been freed, but many more have fallen to the clutches of reprogramming.

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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Fuck, seeing her like this just... breaks his heart into tiny pieces. Moreso than it already has been. He grimaces a little, and tries to turn the grimace into a smile. "Yeah. When I first got here, you were so nice to me, and we shared bunk beds until I moved out with Sol and Dave and Aradia. Fort Fuzzy was the top bunk, remember?"

He just... he wants her to be Jade. He knows that she's broken and reprogrammed, but he wants her to be his sister, just for a few minutes. Just for a few seconds.

He's also not going to cry. Even if they would be Manly Tears.

He isn't entirely sure if the numbers are a sign of further glitches or him outpacing the enemy, and there isn't much time to work it out. Talking, though, seems to be reaching her memories, which is definitely a victory. So he keeps going.

"Do you remember me? I was a goddamn midget back then. My nubs aren't so nubby now, see? Do you remember the movies we watched?"

Name: LILY.exe
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: None. She's part of the station network now, her physical body destroyed.
Summary: She was one of the first to be taken, and her capture and re-formatting was more an experiment than anything. Could Hypatia take over the mind of a program in a human's body? Could she manipulate coding that was part normal computer code and part magic? The answer to both was yet, though it took time, and ended with the destruction of her human body and most of what made her human. She was left a shell, with only her obsession with codes left to remind her of what she once was. She's put to work as a codebreaker and has been the downfall of many a resistance movement. The resistance has yet to come up with a code that she couldn't eventually break.

Name: Davesprite
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: Hypatia has frozen his aging, so he looks around 17. Being forcefully hacked has made him glitchy: pretty much like this with a beard.
Summary: Davesprite would have stayed on the station with Jade when the troubles started, but Vriska forced him on a shuttle. He might have been lucky, but his girlfriend and boyfriend weren't - Jade and Pink Dave were both still trapped on Sacrosanct. So, he kept returning on every raid, trying to save them. Eventually the inevitable happened, though, and he was captured and brought to Hypatia.

Sollux had made his code nigh impossible to hack without permission, but Hypatia had a lot of time and patience. It took a long time, but finally she cracked into his code. By then, of course, the constant prodding and experimentation had practically worn away his personality, and Hypatia's repurposing did not help with that. Now he's her loyal soldier, with no thoughts beyond obedience. His mind is still there, but dormant and hidden under layers and layers of reprogramming.

Movies? She... sort of remembers movies. Information stored in organic portion of processor, like the foundation of her hacking and electronics skills.

"Serendipity. Alex & Emma. Twilight. Star-Star Wars. Episode 2. Memories have no current use, reallocating processing power to necessary software."

Why is she sending the enforcement units away? She can't remember, she shouldn't, but the program has already started, so she must have a reason. That's how computers work.

"Enforcement units will arrive in 2 minutes and 54 seconds. Rerouting script will terminate in 5 minutes and 17 seconds."

Run, kitten, run. Faster faster faster. My hero.

Name: Jin Tian
Current location: Asphodel and the Sacrosanct junkyard
Current Physical Appearance: The same, though his hair is longer.
Summary: Jin is defined by his boundless optimism and ability to adapt to any given situation. But ten years of being trapped in this universe, of living on the cusp of war, and of seeing all of his friends systematically destroyed has rendered him quieter, more subdued. He rarely talks to anyone anymore, and has spent the last ten years walking the planet and sneaking into the Sacrosanct junkyard. He still has hope for somehow riding the rift home, and that remains his driving force. He rarely interacts with the resistance, except to fight alongside them when he needs to or deliver information to them. And he coldly destroys any Sacrosanct agents he finds.

He spends most of this time these days in dragon form, out wandering the Asphodel wastes.

Sollux is more than a little bitter about Eridan trying to shove him away now that he doesn't spend much time in his body. It's one of the things he whispers resentments in Dave's mind for on his bad days, one of the things that constantly plagues him. You're not good enough for me, because all you are is yellowblood. Machine. Slave. Status report. Don't talk to me.

Sollux hates Eridan more than ever for that, hates him with the bitterness of not being important enough to hate properly. His snarl comes out in that loudspeaker squeal in the sound system, a sound perfectly fixable but that he chooses not to when Eridan visits. Let him wince and clutch at his ears. He deserves all the pain Sollux can pile on him.

"Give me a kiss and I'll think about it," he sneers through the wires that make up his vocal cords.

Name: Poniko
Current location: Dead
Current Physical Appearance: Dead
Summary: When they fled, she was left behind. She took to the vents instead, but it was easy for Hypatia to flush her out. All she had to do was turn off the lights. Hypatia played cat-and-mouse with her for months, keeping the lights in the vents on and then shutting them off randomly.

Between the fear, the horror of releasing Uboa again and again and again, and the slow breakdown of her mind, it wasn't long before Poniko lost all sense of self and went completely insane. Hypatia would have liked to have Poniko for her own, to use Uboa as a weapon. Instead, Poniko finally could no longer take it. Before Hypatia could capture her, she killed herself.

"Rescue? Oh. No, wait. I remember that. This," She gestures to her limbs, taps her temple, "is supposed to be undesirable on this planet." Kanaya taps her claws against the shield, understanding and not. There's a vague recollection of disgust at her (not really) new form, like she is supposed to hate what she's become. "It isn't always the shielding you know. There are other resistance members I find sometimes..." She doesn't see the need to finish that sentence.

She presses harder against the shielding, palm flat and shoving like anything would move the shielding an inch. "I wouldn't kill them, at least, I do not think I would. I never do when I see them, when I follow him. I feel like they're important in some way, thought not to Hypatia. I look around in my memories for what isn't there, and I feel there are blanks where they would fit. Does it matter?"

Ramjet knows him too well. At first, it was a matter of using his pawns against him - not because he thought Ramjet cared for them, oh no. It was a matter of possession, and in order to get them back, he'd have to find wherever Nemesis had secured them...

Now? Now he's reduced to words. And there are only so many that he can say that Ramjet will listen to. Hypathia knows this; Hypathia's programming within takes only so much convincing, only so much assurance before the yoke loosens, and even if everything he says is monitored as much as anything he does is monitored...

"Unicron," he points out, "is absent from this dimension. You know this as well as I do."

I hear, I listen, I serve.

"But he has ordered destruction - and Hypatia has ordered destruction. You will follow, and when it is time, Asphodel will be crushed under her weight."

We will make the sky fall, we will burn the world to ashes.

"Or do you wish for another servicing? You may be resilient, Ramjet, you may escape it, but she will always bring you back under her."

Oh, my mistake! Your stupidity is yours alone. It's not like it affects me at all when you die, we're only intimately mentally linked! Fuck you too. And fuck your condescension about what I am, if it weren't for me we'd all be dead by now, and don't you dare say you wouldn't be because you would have died for me and TZ and it would have been heroic and you'd be fucking DEAD, for good.

He's in a fine fury now, slamming through equations and split-second decisions in a constant stream of efficiency and anger.

Eridan asked me for a status report, he snarls after a few seconds - an eternity in their joined minds. Just like that. Hey, system, give me an update. Like I'm not even worth a fucking NAME after all the shit I've done.

Name: Gamzee
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Older, taller, wickedly long horns that he keeps sharpened. He looks like the Grand Highblood now.
Summary: He escaped just fine, joined the resistance just fine, even subsisted on worm blood for a little while just fine. But there was no sopor slime on the planet, and worm blood just didn't have the same calming effect. After a month, he disappeared into the tunnels and never came back.

These days, he's known as "that thing in the tunnels," a monster on par with and sometimes worse than the worms. His mind is completely gone and he's little more than a wild animal now, living off of worms and wanderers who get lost in the tunnels. He kills and often tortures everyone he comes across, and is said to be creating a collection of heads somewhere. He has destroyed entire camps before, and doesn't discriminate between Asphodel natives and Sacrosanct agents. Robot heads are no different than people heads.

Occasionally people will send strike teams into the tunnels to track and kill him. Those who return claim to have never found anything at all, except for a few bones.

That question breaks his fucking heart.

Before answering he, gently, so goddamn gently, touches her hand. It's cold, metallic. Robotic. If he weren't overwhelmed with pity (oh god, poor Kanaya, emotionally awkward, elegantly beautiful Kanaya), he'd be beside himself in rage (oh god, poor Kanaya, whoever did this must pay). Needless to say, he tries to respond multiple times, but can't find the right words to say.

"I--... Kanaya... Look, it's me. Karkat. Please tell me you remember-- you can't forget. Kanaya, please."

He moves behind the other side of the rock, telling himself it's out of preservation than anything else. He could easily handle one lone rebel wandering out topside, he knows that much, and Hypatia's instructions would be to eliminate threats where possible. Still, he keeps hidden. His orders were to observe, not attack, and that is enough of a loophole for him.

Yet the rebel approaches. He slinks up to press his back against the rock, sneaks a look...

And freezes. She's changed since he last saw her, but it's hard to mistake the only fae woman he's ever gotten close to, even if it feels like centuries since he's seen her or heard her voice.

She survived. Thank God.

The nice thing about keeping that glamour up over her eyes is that anyone who doesn't know she's blind can usually be fooled into thinking she can see, at least for a little while. And even if she's not sure how much good it does, she doesn't go anywhere without her damn sword - better safe than sorry.

She draws her sword and points it in the general direction of... whatever it is that she knows is there.

"I know you're there," she says clearly. "I'd come out if I were you. Maybe we won't kill you if you come along quietly."

...This could end badly in so many ways.

Yeah, I'm aware. And it's why I'm not going to die. That's why I'm not personally assaulting the station right this fucking instant, even though we know Jade's on there. Hell, we could probably get John back through it.

He takes a deep breath, a physical one, and exhales softly. Calm your tits, bro. It's not condescension and you know it. I'm just tired of having a goddamn panic attack every time miss blueberry-mint upstairs tries to reprogram my moirail.

The beast is dropped off, and Dave goes back in the loop once, twice, three- and once eleven paths have passed through his mind, the six or seven seconds playing through in his head over and over, he immediately resumes thinking. Kind of makes me feel like a piece of shit when there's absolutely nothing I can do to protect you.

What else was there? Oh, right.

Also, Eridan can go fuck himself. He's trying to get a rise and it's working, and if he doesn't actually go through with it that makes my job harder. And then, just in case it isn't, he offers- But if you want me to, I can punch him for you. Platonically on my end.

Edited 2012-02-06 20:41 (UTC)

Name: Camille
Current location: KIA
Current Physical Appearance: Dead.
Summary: She fled with the others and joined the resistance, becoming something of a jack-of-all trades for them, doing odd jobs, especially reconnaissance and spywork. She kept cooking for people, in an effort to bring a little sweetness to everyone's dark lives. Eventually, though, the resistance began to push her more and more into spywork. Camille was always one to do whatever she wanted, but with so many people she loved still on the station, she was happy to do it. She became a spy of some renown, landing a place near the top of Hypatia's hit list.

It couldn't last, however. Finally she was captured. She spent several months in Hypatia's grip, being tortured and being re-purposed, but cybernetics and nanomachines simply weren't compatible with amorph physiology. Finally Hypatia abandoned the project, and deposited a half-dead Camille into the volcano zone. Camille was left to die slowly of heatstroke.

Ladon misses you, Camille. He wishes he could have saved you. :(

It takes him about a minute before he answers the door (when Karkat gets in one of his planning fits, it's hard to focus on much else), and when he does, it takes bit more time for him to process what John's saying.

"Oh." It's a quick, neutral verbal response that gives him time to mentally recall John's rounds, which bases he'd pass by.

Got it.

"Good, good. Thanks, Egbert. Please tell me you didn't run into any bullshit while you were out there. There's been some weird reports coming from that area, but I think half of them are just idiots chasing their bulges in the dark, and nothing else."

As the Resistance's other jack-of-all-trades and a friend, John took Camille's confirmed death harder than he would ever admit. He moped for days, putting more effort into defenses than one would have ever thought.

He also took on the role of occasional cook in Camille's stead, and once in a blue moon, when the supplies are in surplus and everyone's either asleep or on guard duty, one can smell something burning in the kitchen and find a half-asleep 23-year-old, trying to figure out how the hell you make a cake.

Karkat didn't handle Camille's death well.

At all.

Name: Deadpool
Current location: Sacrosanct and Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Sacrosanct!Deadpool looks kinda like this but Asphodel!Deadpool looks the same as usual.
Summary: Hypatia thought Deadpool would be a good tool for hunting down the resistance members and anyone else taking up shelter on Asphodel, but Deadpool refused. Hypatia then decided to repeatedly dismember and reconnect Deadpool's body parts until she had a version of Deadpool with fewer moral quandaries. Eventually, she had what she wanted, but the original Deadpool was then rescued and brought to Asphodel to help the resistance. So now there are two Deadpools, one on each side of the fight. The Deadpool on Asphodel is also sane now. Whatever was fucked up with his brain in the Workshop, Hypatia accidentally fixed. He's still ugly, detached, and has a sense of humor, but he no longer hallucinates, speaks in yellow boxes, or breaks the fourth wall.

She tried :(

Oh god baby D8

she makes cookies for you in heaven

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