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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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"No, it's fine. Sometimes, you idiots need someone to bounce their words off of, regardless of how absolutely stupid they sound. Unfortunately for me, I'm that someone."

There's a pause before he continues, as he weighs the merits of his next offer.

"Next time you come up with a plan, be it for practice or for real, run it by me. This isn't an order. It's an offer." An offer that he really doesn't have the time for, but if it'll help Eridan out, he'll make time for it.

Over the years, Karkat has wondered one very important thing: is Terezi ticklish? Now is the time to find out.

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NO! Leave, I shouldn't hear you if I no she'll make me try to ---

It burns. It always does. Hypatia's will warring against ancient bonds and codes, fighting against the chains the Sentinels long ago built into the soul of every Deva to keep them from waking up. Designed to tear her soul apart should she ever try. Hypatia keeps her alive; she can't die, but if she thinks too long on any person, it starts. Her essence unraveling on one end even as the quantum reconstruction tech behind the teleporters keeps her coming back, trying to keep her alive just long enough to

u n m a k e

someone.

Because that's what it is. Applying the pressure of her power with Hypatia's will behind it to just cause things to cease to be. It feels like being torn apart from the inside out, like someone taking claws of dry ice into the soul.

It's all she can d-d-do to ^DISTRACT herssssssssself fo-fo-foccussssssss on pain on not thinking don't hear turn all that burning inward and don't

think

It's never worked, what Hypatia's trying. It always hurts someone. But it never kills them. And it never stays focused for long. There's the pain and then there's the drift, she still burning made-and-unmade there (body still, but lifesigns fluctuating like mad, mind burning cold like ice).

She can't even relay it: only one way out. End it. But no way to say it.

Name: Protoman
Current location: KIA
Current Physical Appearance: Dead
Summary: He fell in the initial escape from Sacrosanct, in an effort to help make time for others. Hypatia attempted to take control of him, to turn him against everyone as Wily had done before.

He wouldn't let this happen.

Protoman threw out his old shield and tossed away his armor, triggering his reactor to melt down. Wily's old Commander, the fallen Hero of Man, went out like a flame. Defiant until the bitter end, taking out as many of the crazy bitch's drones as possible.

"If it's not covered in sugar, I'm not eating it." Fact.

And I will finish what was started etc etc

It's best to give Eridan a few moments, Sollux. After the close encounter with Gamzee's claws, he's not only needing one moment to catch his breath, but to calm down himself as well.

When he's good to go, he does as followed, making sure that it was on and working before speaking. "I-- made a wrong. Wrong turn. Okay? F-Fuckin' tunnels all look th'same without half your sight." He hissed back to Sollux, looking out at Gamzee, but not for long. It's... painful to him. "Finally found him an' that's what happens. I swear."

Eridan pours one out for his hope homie, Protoman.

And he realizes that he's all out of fucking cheap-ass beer. Darn.

DOING

IT

WRONG

damn better see to that

CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF BROKEN PROCESSOR AND HATING EVERYONE

Gamzee looks at the wrapped sandwich he's just de-captachalogued. Then, looking completely serious as he does it, he produces a cookie and sticks it right in the middle. The altered creation is now handed to Karkat.

"You'll hurt my feelings if you don't eat it."

brb questing for more bear

Karkat surveys the new creation for a few calculating moments before stuffing half of it in his mouth. Acceptable. Gamzee is the Iron Chef, it is him.

However, Karkat isn't an asshole (sometimes), so he offers the other half.

"Want some?"

This one...

It bothers him. It always bothers him the way she takes away will, and he knows why she hasn't bothered with his: because there's so little left of his own that he can't bring himself to care.

Except.

Except here. Except in these cases. God damn it. He shouldn't be so sentimental. But there's still something of a fighting spirit here and, more than that, a kindred spirit.

They've both lost brothers, after all. They've both watched the evil man is capable of. They've both given in to the common perception of their kind, broken by the prejudices against them.

He can feel Hypatia's pressure on his core processes, but for him it's light, barely there. She usually only uses it to give him direction, not to force him. And sometimes, when he's not needed, he's alone.

So why the hell not? What the fuck does he have left to lose?

He approaches the pink-haired creature, and he reaches for that thing in the kid's forehead.

"Let's watch this city burn."

Pull it on out. Take off the chains. Let's go.

"Thank you," He rasps quietly, moving over to sit on the bed and wrap in the blanket. He hates the feeling of being uncovered, away from his suit. He feels vulnerable.

He's really lost a lot of weight, like most people on the planet, visible ribs and hip bones.

He's still got plenty of strength without mass, but he's not as strong as he used to be.

Sometimes, there are little things that break you.

It's hard to work. She does watch. If he doesn't move quickly, she'll notice. And he's not much of a programmer, but...

One. Two. Three. Just. Delete a line here. A piece there. Make a little hole. Maybe it'll break the kid further, or maybe it'll give him something to work with.

They're all going to die anyway. Might as well try.

Megaman wasn't fast, but he didn't really need to be. That hadn't stopped him when he'd torn off what was left of Elecman's face, nor when he'd neatly bisected Quickman.

It wouldn't stop him here. All a matter of... timing.

His processors run hot as he tracks that blue blurr, aiming carefully, calculating the speed of the object and just how far ahead he'll have to aim, all the while charging Blind Vengeance.

There. Put the blast just ahead.

"Nah bro, it's yours. I got my munchies on already." This is a lie, but he intends to. Eventually.

Mostly he just really wants the company right now, and despite Karkat being... Karkat, their leader is still the one he feels the most comfortable with.

It's not just them.

We're all the walking dead.

He looks at the monitors, the readouts. A heartbeat. Brainwaves. Absolutely meaningless. He knows better than most, that beeps and jagged lines on a monitor don't equal life.

He wants to save her. Wants so desperately to save her, but that body won't survive outside the tank, and whatever's left of her mind probably won't survive outside of whatever nightmare she's having.

He has less than a minute to make his decision before reinforcements come. Hypatia will have heard him. He claws his fingers against the glass of the tank.

Then he steps away and goes to the wall, where the tubes and wires and cables connect to the machines, the generators. He gathers as many cables as he can in both hands.

He loves life. He always romanticized life. But when it came down to the wire, he became a realist. Life was beautiful, life was optimism and opportunity and hope, but when those things faded...death was a release. A kindness.

"Goodnight, Alex," he says, because some part of him knows that she can hear him still. "I hope you have a good dream."

Then he tightens his grip on the cables and wires and pulls, until they're pulled out of sockets, until connections are severed, until alarms start to sound and bubbles rise in the tank as if the liquid in there is boiling. He severs them all, red light flooding the room, the monitors screaming the changes in vitals, mechanical voices issuing warnings. Tears are streaming down his face when he pulls the last plug, cutting all power to the tank.

Maybe she'll find her desert again.

Nope 2x surprise combo, that arm is also robotic. Did you really think he'd get to keep one when it would be so much more efficient to trade it out for another shiny new metal arm? Everything is robots now. Everything.

He snarls and hisses and grumbles some more, but this time he seems to actually listen, somewhat. Or maybe he just tired himself out with all that bitching. The reason doesn't really matter, because once he quiets down he hears the activity going on outside.

"Fuck." Okay, fine, maybe now wasn't the time for throwing a fit over Karkat getting himself into danger. That could come later, assuming they got out of here alive.

"You got a plan or not?"

He looks down at the smoking crater, then back up at Joe.

"We're all dead, old man," he says, "it's just a matter of when."

Joe's not someone he really wants to kill. "Don't you see? The people you work with, the squabble in the dirt, they come up with their half-baked plans, but there's not a hero among them. Not really. Not even you. And even if there were, that can't fight this."

"Of course I've got a plan." Welp that other arm goes and NOW YOU ARE JUST A BIG SMELLY TORSO HOW DOES IT FEEL, JACK!?!??

That plan obviously involves Karkat picking Jack up and running. It is brilliant.

He leaves her alone when she comes up. But he watches her from the shadows, a black-cloaked thing, hidden and in secret.

Go back to the planet. Go live out your days in silence. There's nothing here. You can't save them. Or us.

No one can.

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