singularityderp | 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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Name: Charles Xavier
Current location: Asphodel.
Current Physical Appearance: Still not bald. He is, however, still paralysed.
Summary: Omega level telepath, anyone? Charles pretty much works as an event coordinator for the resistance, because it's pretty damn hard to tap into a telepathic broadcast being blocked by someone of his level. Plus, ten years to get really good at telepathy.

BY DAY HE IS PROBABLY A MILD-MANNERED SCHOOLTEACHER. No, seriously. He'd be making sure any children were getting at least rudimentary education while the war's going on. Since he can't do much to physically contribute.

Probably also has a mostly-handwritten library. Whoops.

Hi dad!

Sollux has his hands full every second, but ironically has more time than ever to socialize nowadays - he's got more processing power than he knows what to do with, in this system he's designed. Charles is one of his favorite people to talk to - he doesn't have to pull strings and mechanize his voice in someone's ear, but can just think in his father's general direction. So he's in the habit of talking to him at least every night; usually a few times a day.

How are things holding up on your end? It's been pretty quiet as far as her business is concerned.

Hello, Sollux.

His mental tone is cheerful enough, but it's undercut with an older, deeper anger. He doesn't like what's been done to Sollux and damned if he doesn't make a secret of it. He knows the boy thought it was necessary, but he's never been able to bring himself to agree, not with what it's cost him. But his anger isn't and would never be directed at Sollux himself. It's internalized more than anything.

If I didn't know better, I might actually call this 'normal'. It's been quiet. I'm glad to hear from you, though.

The flavour of their interactions is subtly different from pure telepathy, doubtless due to Sollux's nature, but it's not difficult for Charles to project something like a one-armed hug and a fatherly hair ruffle.

Sollux knows his decision upset Charles deeply. He also knows that without it none of them would be alive - none of them would have the safe haven from Hypatia that they do now. Someday the AI will be gone, Sollux has faith, and then he can be unplugged - then he can be more than a disembodied voice again. But right now, they need his head more than the rest of him, so this is what he has to do.

He "smiles," his mental presence cozying up to Charles'. You haven't read to me in a week, Dad. I miss it. Sollux knows that Charles hates visiting his tank, having to be in the presence of his own adoptive child suspended in sensory deprivation; but he craves the interaction, these days. With his mind fully capable of doing millions of calculations per second, he's a lot more aware of the time when he's alone.

it ^comes _sometimes in dreams it's like

V͓͉̬̍͠ ̸̭͙̃͐ͭ̇ṣ͑ͮ͗ͨͪ̾̇t̺̜̳͚͇͕ͦ̉ͪ͛̑ā̯̪̱̠̮̳t̢͔̱̬͔ͭͩ͋́̔͑ͅi̲̲͙̫͕ͦ̾ͣ̾̆c̠̦̬͇̻̙̃ͯ ̥̪̻͕͓̕ͅi̗͇͔̗͙̿͐n͍̞̜ͩ̽ͧͦ̿̐̚ ̘͓̲̮͇̥̺̉̈́ͥ̚y͕͈̲̠ͭ̃͆̚o̯̠͚̳̗̻͎͐̈́̌̈́̀ṵ̣͈̘r̙ ̶ͦ͊͂ͣ̿h̄̽̈e̪ͪ́ͅa͂̔́̒ͣ̈͏̲d̰͓̩ͪ̍̾ͮ͂ͅ someone _please ^I'm because I am

A͖̥̻̯͇̭̠ͩͧ͛͌̂͊̚ń̤̙͗͆ď̟͉͐͂̿̄ͪ̒ ͖͂ͩ̾̄j͚̙͓̥̖̫ͥ͒ͮ̊ͭ̔̀u̫̼͚͖͖̯͓ͤ̍ͮ͋̍̀s͑͆̌͝t̿̚ ̯͔̪̣̣͎͖̽ͦ̒t̼̺̩̼͓͎̝̅̐̆͛̄͊͝h̥͕̘̦̭̩̎a̩̭̪̺̿ṫ͓͑̈́ͨ ̤͚̼̜s̛͇̫̳̐ͅi͠m̞̌ͧͩͬ̌͊͌̕p̻͕ͦͬ̀ḷ̸̬͓͖̪̿̈ͅÿ̮̮̅̆̓̔̀͡,̯̈̽̆ ̹̿͋ͯ̃ͬ̓o̠͕ͩ̌̾ͣ̑ń͈̙̣̝̲͊̾̾͞ ̈ͤͥ҉͙͔͖m̽y̻͇̞̹̫̙̥͆ ̧̖͎̙͔̰̣̫̎̅ͥ̔b̧͔̯̩̊e̜͍h̭̳̺̼ͬͫͣ̀͂ạ͉̣͉͎̘͂͊͜l̟̺̬̰ͯf̵͙̓ͦ̄̈ͅ,̻̳̝̺̀
̧̤͍̰̎̉ͮ̆͛Ị̜̜̙̠̞͆́ͧ̅̌ͣ͗ ̤̭̮͔̻̳̪c̡̭͑̉ͪ̽̽̎ͪo̒͏͈̺͎m̰̔͊̈e̦͉̻̱͌̈̐̄̍ͧ ̺̜̟ͮ͌̈͆̎͝ǎ̽͑ͯ͞ŕ͓̼͙̟̩̬ͨ̇̆õ͉͝u̮͎ͦn̷̤̳̘ͮ̑̅̌͋d̵̰̣̦̩̟͖͆.̛̼̰̫͉̪̱͋ ̫̞̱̲̣́B͙̘̠̘̯͎̓ͧ̏eͫ̅̋͊̽ͯͧc̻̺͇̦̈̇̿̇͗̾a̟͉̩̠̖̼̞͆ͧ̐̋͆̈́u̜ͪ̃s͍͇͇͔̀̕e̦̹̳̾͐̐͆ͭ͝ ̒ͅİ̻̳͈̣͕̠̯̈́͊'̷͖̪̻m͓̫̺̜̳͍ ̧̞̱̥̲͗b̴͔̥̙̎̏l̜̼̩̳͉ͫͮͬͭ̅͝a̧ͮͧ̽̄͛z͓̃̐̂̀ȉ͇̠͖̯̠͐͐͒ͅͅn͔̝̟̅̉ͯ̒͡ͅg̘͂̈͛͡.̴̥̰̆͐ͫ
̧͗̊ͯ̄̌͆ͫB̪̋̎ͬͣ̍̔ẹ̺̿ͧ̉̈̈́̒c̍͋̄͢á̤̺̎u̳̫̩͕͔ͩͯ͌̋̊ŝͧͬ̄̚e̛̙͖̞̩̺͚ͦ̐̅ͭ̃ ̷̜͓͕͈͍͊̈͐ͯ̐͗ͦͅḬ̬ ͙͎͓̘͈͎͙͊a̸̞̯̹̻m̘̥͚͔̳̗̰̅ͨͭ͑ ̠̊͗̆t̡̤̱̲̘ô̠͂̐̽͋ͪo̵͇̣͈̝̩̫̱̐̍ͤ̊ͧ ̭͔̫͜s̛̳̘̍̉ͤ̏̉̆o͎̦̹͇̳͎͕͋ͭ̾͆͜oͥ̆͆n͈̜͠.̡̱͓̮̙̖͇̤ͦ
̤͚̝͎ͤ͌ͧͫ̽͟B̥̑ͪ͌ͦe͎̺̥̹͆͢c̒̏̎ͪ̀͠áͬ͏̺͇͈̲͈̰̠ȕ̞͚̣̳̪̋͂ͮ͗ͬ̍͢s̠̯͘e̱͎̦̝̰̊̂ͣ ͎̮͓̞͍̪͔͒w̞͖̬̜̤i̳̜̙̰̬͕̤̓͜t̮̞ḧ̩͕́͑o͢ủ͈͇͕̎͛̏t̴̺̙͚̤̦͎̒̋͑.͍̞̩̄͞.̝͙̦͚̤̟͇ͧͯ̀.̖̠ͦͥ̉ͥͥͧ.͖͍̱͍̞ͮ͑͊̏̒̋ͯ͡.ͯ̓ͬ͌͗̾͏̦̳.̺̩̆̓̇͛̓ͣ.͕̮͖̼̦.̯̅̈ͅ.̨͓̣̘̥͕͗ͭ͆.̖̤͓̦̊͡.͕̳͓͕͍͈̝͊ͥͯ̊͆ͧ̓
͚̹͖̜͓͗͗͂̉

Shh, Alex, it's all right.

He gave up years ago on being able to rescue her. He's even thought about killing her, once or twice perhaps. He could, if he focused. Perhaps not her body, but her mind-- yes. That he could destroy.

He can't bring himself to do it.

Alex is something of the past that he yet treasures. He knows it's selfish.

Toby will never forget that flirting that went on when they'd first met. That continued. And continued. Through the face of disfiguring injuries and all sorts of trauma, he still flirts with her from time to time.

Personally, she's of the opinion that it's a comfort thing for him.

Still, tracking down Charles for a chat when she's feeling antsy is always nice. Which is why she's here now, leaning against the doorway of the room she's pretty positive he's in.

God, if he's not in there, this will be utterly mortifying.

"So, written any good books lately?"

Before everything collapsed Rattmann had never let Charles touch his mind. It was a terrifying thought, someone digging through his last remnants of privacy and examining the bits and pieces he found there like so much trash at a rummage sale. Just the suggestion of it would be enough to send him into paranoid hysterics.

Things had changed considerably in ten years, however. Rattmann may have descended almost completely back into his mental state during GLaDOS' reign, but he knew that he wasn't working alone this time. And he knew exactly what was on his side.

He sends a constant stream of information out into thoughtspace, inextricably tangled with his shattered kaleidoscope of a mind. He doesn't expect anyone to answer (no one speaks to him, no matter how much of a comfort some confirmation would be) but maybe it's helping someone. He has to keep hoping.

Today's jumble is mostly concerned with coordinates of organic prisoners still held by Hypatia, along with markers of which doors will find their lock a little faultier than they should be. Rattmann is no master hacker, but he knows the power little things can hold.

Dark Future Meme

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Nope, couldn't resist.

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