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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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While he's in mid-step, he realizes that he's still growling. He takes a few deep breaths, gently tossing the wand against the wall. It hits the ground with a soft thud, and it goes out. Along with that, out comes his crosshairs, and they go out to the same direction.

You're throwing yourself at him, he thought to himself, but I have to try...

A soft sigh, and he continued towards him. He was testing him at every step, he knew it. "Do you remember the others, hm? Any of the other trolls, the other humans we were friends with?"

He... was becoming frightful, the closer that he drew. He knew to keep on speaking, it made him at least partially feel better. "What about the WwavveRider? You remember stayin' there? We lived like kings, just the two of us.... it was always great. Finally havin' someone t'share a ship with an' all."

Not good enough. He rears up on two legs and snarls again, clicking his teeth together.

This creature needs to stop underestimating him.

He clearly understood the warning. He stopped yet again when he did as such, looking to see what he can do next. He took off trying to advance forward, there would be no use without having his blood shed. Frankly, Eridan wished to avoid that.

He frowns and takes one last step forward, then sits down again. He would try to advance again later, but for now... this was perfect. He pulled the horn from his coat again, honking it.

The creature is sitting at the edge of his den. And he's not leaving.

He keeps growling, hoping that will drive the creature away, but he just won't leave. He paces, snarls, scratches at the wall and floor and finally plunks down, rumbling. He sits at the edge of his den, only a few feet away and just glares. The creature isn't moving anymore, and he practically dares him to try.

This monster-- No, his matesprit, did not attack. He watched him as he threw a little fit, and then sit down. That stare does little to affect him, he's literally just elated enough to be this close. If Gamzee were to attack him at that moment, he would have been alright with it. Which was odd, he had never been okay with the thought of his death. Hm.

He doesn't stand, he doesn't move, well... okay that's a lie. He moves, but he reaches forward, letting himself lay down flat on his stomach and glance up at him. It's as if he's trying to submit to him, trying to gain permission to move closer to him.

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This creature really doesn't make any sense. He bares his teeth and snarls as the creature almost seems to be trying to crawl closer. Maybe he's just stupid.

Frustrated, he reaches forward and grabs the creature by the back of the neck, lifting him up and holding him closer for inspection. Maybe this creature wants to die. Or maybe he's insane with sickness after the beast bit him before. He doesn't smell like either of those things, though.

That symbol the creature was drawing before is on his chest. The beast taps it with a curious growl.

He was trying to rationalize. Think as this creature does.

He watches his hand reach forward, to grab him and lift him up. He was closer now. This was such a critical time for him. He had to be especially careful, as if he wasn't trying to be already.

Curiosity was high now, but he was mainly just in such a weird state. He was happy, yet still somewhat fearful, but at the same time... he also felt as if he shouldn't be worried about anything yet.

He sees the claw reach out, half expecting it to just pierce him. When it doesn't, he feels it tap against his chest. He glances down to see what he was tapping at, and it was his symbol. "Yeah. That's my symbol." He reaches his hands down, tapping the symbol himself. "I drew it, next to the heart, because we were matesprits. We pitied each other."

Then, he bravely pulls his arms up, placing them ever so gently to his jawline, wary of his mouth. "And I still pity you, I could even go as to say that I fuckin' love the shit out of you, if we brought it out of our own terms."

Name: Kim Ross (Doctor, Captain, Scientist)
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: many more mechanical parts, not all of them obvious, but none with less than two reasons to exist. Externally she looks much the same, save that her prosthetic arm is a little bulkier and a little stranger, and her legs now bend backwards and end in a four-toed birdlight talon.
Summary: When Hypatia finally made her move, Kim was ready. She was dug into the station deep, feeding off the water and air and electricity like a tick. At first it was hydroponics, but then it was everything else— and when power, light, heat and all the rest were shut off in the entire zone Kim inhabited, when Protoman was dead and Jade was captured and everyone else had done the same or gotten out to the planet, that's when Kim did what ticks do.

She laid eggs.

Or rather, she activated them. When Kim had not been building, she'd been wandering and between her own feet and those of her loyal friends, paid pawn, and witting or unwitting minions she'd seeded them all over the station, in every zone. It would take an enormous effort to find them all, and when the fortified shell on her lab was finally cracked open to the dark vacuum that had become Zone 16 there was no sign nor way to know where she had gone.

Kim now lives on the station as an unapologetic sewer rat, living off hidden farms, sucking blood and power and data from Sacrosanct and on the rare occasions when she is contacted by Hypatia's forces she offers conversation and information and peace and is just as often met with death threats as with peaceful exchange. She refuses to be a slave, and declines to join the rebellion, and so lives apart— but, occasionally, she does find herself meeting by fate with some errant signal from the planet. Rare is the day when she feels secure or trusting enough to reply, but today could be that lucky day...

"Sam Flynn."

A voice from a duct as he passes it. Maybe it's familiar by now, maybe it's something Sam's forgotten. Kim can't keep track of the psychosis spectrums in everyone left. She's too busy with her own concerns.

But she does remember the value of commerce and, where she's confined to the dark and hidden places, the value of fresh greens and freerunning information. In the vent Kim is a shadowy figure, a low and lumpy silhouette where her cyborg eye glows— one blue and whirling, one a black pit set too deep in a face made grey and vague by the lack of light. But she won't come any closer where he could potentially get at her, not within half-again an arm's reach of the light.

"I have a new one for you. If you've got something to trade."

No free lunches. No handouts. Maybe he'll slide something in to her. Maybe she'll slide something out.

Maybe not.

But she thinks they've done this dance before; memory is a tricky thing. But Kim does know that the weapon she's made hasn't been made here before and so she's never given one to Sam before. But he's safe to be given weapons by another token; no son of Flynn would do else but cleave to the resistance.

This is much better. It's madly selfish of him, but that's typical of a Decepticon; he cannot care about any possible repercussions that could come of this. For now, it is just the two of them.

His arms wind around Skyfire's neck as he pushes into the kiss, pressing up close against the far more unclothed Cybertronian. Memories or not, Skyfire kisses as if he does recall how close they used to be.

Soundwave can hope for more, but he doubts that they will step into that realm. Not today, anyway.

He just stares a moment more before abruptly hefting his bags again and leaping into the air.

"Goodbye, brother."

He's not sure what makes him say it, but he takes off before it can really be examined deeply.

Jin freezes at the word and watches Jetfire fly off, cradling the food packet in his palms as if it might shatter if he doesn't hold it right. Then he smiles for the first time in days.

Kimiko is the tick, the duct rat, the vermin living in the sewers, sucking little sips of lifeblood from the station's guts. She's too clever and too quick and to paranoid to become what Jade is.

But she does understand what Jade is, more than Hypatia does, maybe more than anyone does, except...maybe Sollux.

She's spent years waiting for a moment like this. Hypatia is not Kim's enemy, not as she sees it. Or rather, Hypatia doesn't usually make herself into Kim's enemy, for all that she's tried countless times to kill her. Kimiko doesn't blame her; she's the sacrosanct tapeworm. Nobody likes gastrointestinal parasites. But this operation is a little too bold for a tapeworm approach. Kim's never done this before, openly defied Hypatia beyond what is necessary for her continued survival. But then Jade moves into range and there's no more time for nervous waiting. After all, this is science, and science has no margin for cowards.

When activated, the hyper-wire Ellicot-Chatham-Faraday cage eliminates every external signal from accessing whatever's inside; Kim activates it and the field springs up invisibly over an area the size of a football field. It's enough of an alert that she won't be able to stay long, but the secondary effect is that without the mitigating force of Hypatia's direct intervention, Kim can temporarily exert her own control over the drones and machines and doors within the cage.

Control over Jade.

A quarter-hour won't buy enough time to escape, won't buy enough time to do more than mine Jade's prosthesis and cyberbrain for all the terrabytes she can download, but while she's working she'll be able to keep Jade from being forced to kill her, can give her a moment's rest, and can make her forget all about the subtle little mechanical tracker Kim will integrate into her systems.

The trap goes off. The doors all open in unison with the drones all dropping to the ground. And Kim darts out of a sewer-grate and into the open, blindly sprinting towards her friend Jade who is the weapon, the guard dog, and hostage.

Sacrosanct is a big station. It's entirely possible that with so few rats in the sewers that neither of them would ever meet. But Megaman works the networks and Kim works the mechanics, and neither of them can afford to dip into the other's realm incautiously.

So, when Kim does touch the digital realm, she notices things. Little things that tickle at her imperfect, organic mind. She begins looking for him.

And then.

She finds him.

Kim squanders six sightings in silence, savoring those half-glimpses and peeks because no matter how either of them hides, she's still a roboticist and he's still a reploid. Protoman is dead, a martyr to save the lives of the evacuees. It looks like Megaman is as much a fighter as his almost-brother had been. As Kim was.

Eventually, she decides that this has gone on long enough. Kim flicks a pebble at him from her hiding place in a drainpipe that's well above street height. It plinks off his helmet, and she withdraws. Either he'll come into the dark warren where it's safer to talk and work and travel, or he won't. Kimiko doesn't dare do more.

Kimiko never sees Rattmann, but she knows his work and she loves it. He's made her life easier, more than once, with his unsubtle art and subtle warnings. She doesn't mind that he's insane; she prefers it.

Kimiko always leaves food under the murals she finds. It's never there, when Kim comes back, and she considers that a fair price for good data.

We scientists must stick together, she thinks, and paints her own murals in the dark, in homage. Down there in the sewers and tunnels, where they cannot be seen without the aid of carefully tuned robotic eyes, she cannot be sure Hypatia's drones do not see them, but she doubts it. The wavelength is highly specific and the messages are as garbled as Rattmann's.

Yes, we scientists.

We must stick together.

For a moment it seems as though it had always been. A light, adoring brush of his fingers through Soundwave's hair. All soft around the edges and full of tenderness.

It doesn't end abruptly, but when Skyfire breaks the kiss and lowers his head.

He stares at the floor, confused.

Name: Tachikoma Conan
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: The Tachikoma looks much like it ever did— though it never uses a designated physical body anymore
Summary: Originally the Tachikoma evacuated to the planet, taking on the guise of an ordinary— if robotic— tank. Because of it's close association with humans, the risk of discovery by the and subsequent dismantling combined with the intense boredom of this state of affairs, it was doomed to failure. Thus, before it could be properly found out and destroyed, the Tachikoma abandoned its physical body and downloaded itself onto the systems of a visiting shuttle. Thus did it stow away back up to Sacrosanct and spent weeks hiding out in various corners and cracks in the networks there.

And then it found a home, with Connecticut, and fell happily into place as her AI companion and cybersecurity tool. While the conditions of Hypatia's rule are harsh and terrible, it makes little distinction between the dark cyberpunk future of Sacrosanct and the dark cyberpunk past of its life in Fukuoka. Maybe you meet it while cruising the digital deer trails or happen to get into a battle of the cyber-hackers on the network. Or maybe you catch the Tachikoma on its rare piggyback shuttle down to the planet and back, to activate the old body and pass news between the resistance and Connecticut.

But let's call that what it is— spying. It's good to be back at work again!

UNSC neural implants are not, superficially, similar to cyberbrains. They're true implants, plugs, connectors, arrays and holo-crystal chips embedded in living nerve tissue. The normal medium is more or less the opposite, at least as Conan knows it.

But the result is much the same.

Conan likes CT's brain. It's ordered and bright and her thoughts have that vicious, perfectionist tang to them that's like coming home after a long time away. And the interface with the armor is nice, too. It's so good to be at work again.

"So, what are we gonna do today, huh?" a cheerful little hologram creeping spider-style across CT's shoulderblade in a playful expressed of Conan's duty in the field. I'll watch your back!

"We could go get some more books! There was a big fight in one of the garden zones half an hour ago, so they're probably really distracted."

That was the third such raid this month. Things were ramping up.

It's all too confusing. That big, rusty metal wall in his mind just refuses to come down, even if the rust is flaking away.

Still, at least he has something to associate this creature with now. That symbol on his chest; and the heart. He's even willing to let the creature touch him, though he growls a little, half of him wanting to snap his hands off again.

None of it really makes sense, but he decides he doesn't want to kill this creature. He's almost starting to like this creature, even if he keeps making sounds that the beast doesn't understand. He drops the creature rather gracelessly with a snort and then withdraws into his den. He circles it once to indicate that yes, this is his domain, and then plunks down and stares at the creature outside. The intent is obvious; the creature can come in now if he wants.

He had been able to successfully touch him. The last attempt he had realized that he had done it all wrong, this was a different thing to deal with. He was still not registering that he was a troll, but he was at least letting him do these things without having to worry of him dying from the wrong move.

It was nice.

Eventually, he would be dropped, which he landed painfully right on his ass. He watched Gamzee make his way back to his den. Thankfully, Eridan is able to read his body language, or at least catch what he was trying to say. He really didn't have much experience with reading beasts, especially the one Gamzee had become.

Picking himself off the ground again, he glanced back at the weapons he had discarded, figuring they would be alright where they lay, and ventured in. His pace is slow and lax, as if he's not minding at all where he stepped. He hadn't acted like that in a while, he always walked in precision, stiff and ready to act. But this, it was just so carefree, it was almost so odd for him to move as he did.

As he draws closer, he decides on where to sit. He had figured that if he could even touch Gamzee, that sitting close to him wouldn't hurt. He places himself with about a foot or so in between himself and his head, sitting cross-legged and smiling a bit. "Thank you." He dared not to reach out just yet, just in case he needed to back away or something. Such bold and stupid risks he was taking...

The beast rumbles and stares at him. He's content with just sitting here and studying the creature for now, as if trying to figure him out. The den is rather foul, a pile of horns in one corner, blood all over the walls and a collection of heads and skulls all propped up in rows.

He turned his attention off Gamzee to glance about the den, actually seeing what it was. His eyes go to the horn pile, looking in amazement. He had done what he did, he kept them and he had actually piled them. Then his eyes moved to survey the rest of it.

It felt strange, but he felt as if he's seen this before in a way, but not him who had actually seen it.

Either way, his gaze returns to Gamzee, he draws closer, enough distance between him to where he can actually touch him again. He then reaches out again, his hand moves up to his forehead, moving away the hair to press his palm to it.

The beast rumbles almost sleepily at that touch. Yes, he rather likes this creature, for some reason. He makes no move to pull back or get away.

He hums a little in amusement, then dips his head down to press his forehead against Gamzee's. He couldn't believe how large he had gotten in such a time.

Sighing gently, his hands move to his hair, finding their way in to scratch at his scalp. It was just like before, even if they had both very much changed. His voice is hushed when he speaks, rubbing their foreheads together. "I've missed you so much."

Huh. That scratching actually feels...rather good. He sort of flumps onto his side, glaring at the creature and daring him to stop scritching.

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