Dark Future Meme

[notyourchauffeur]

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!

<B>Name:</B> (Derp or Derpina.) <B>Current location:</B> (Where are they? Sacrosanct? Asphodel?) <B>Current Physical Appearance:</B> (What do they look like now? ) <B>Summary:</B> (Tell us the story. How did they get to this point? What happened to them? What are they like?

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[lithp]

Name: Sollux Captor
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Significantly taller, lanky, more cyborg-y, pretty emaciated since he spends most of his time in a sensory isolation tank.
Summary: When Karkat absconded to Asphodel, Sollux was right beside him, of course. How else would you pull off a high-risk escape from a near-omnipresent AI without a hitch? The problem was that when they joined the Resistance, the members didn't trust Sollux (as a cyborg and an alien) and kept him under constant guard in a single room for months. When he was allowed out again he was never quite...right. He was jumpy, antisocial, and almost seemed disconnected from the world.

Eventually Sollux designed a defense/comm/warning/etc system for the Resistance that could rival Hypatia's in technological sophistication, controlled by organics, but it came at the price of reprising his ancestor's role as Helmsman - he now spends every moment of his existence suspended in sensory deprivation and plugged into the system of his own design, directing matters from there. It's okay, though. He barely remembers what it's like to inhabit a body anymore, so he doesn't much miss it.

[seeing_idawg]

He's not fighting, and by extension he's not really doing anything. He tries to talk to people, sometimes, tries to keep up what amounts to a normal life, but when it comes down to it every single second spent not fighting is a second he figures he's wasting.

So he decides to find a fight. In a flash, he's out of the resistance base, flying upwards at an alarming speed and surveying the planet's surface for any threats.

Sollux.

The bridge connects, almost faster than his reflexes can process (microseconds? nanoseconds? he only barely feels the tiny jolt across his mind), and his thought is relayed instantly to the presence he calls moirail.

I love you, man. Nearest encampment?

[lithp]

If you loved me you wouldn't go on constant suicide missions. Sollux's tone is sulky and almost resentful. It's one of his bad days. What can you use me for this time? You know you can pull that information right out of my head anyway.

[seeing_idawg]

I like talking to my moirail. So sue me.

He doesn't pull the information. He just looks around the surface, expression legitimately neutral for once.

Besides, doesn't count as suicide if I'm not going to die.

[lithp]

One day you will. The words hiss through Dave's mind, harsh as a slap. One day you're going to leave me and forget me like everyone else. I hate you, I hate everything, why wouldn't you just kill me?

Definitely a bad day.

[seeing_idawg]

Love you too, man, he casually begins, and then he pchoos off in another direction. He knows Sollux knows exactly what he's thinking, he knows Sollux can see the large wooltuskbeast sleeping in the distance, and he knows Sollux knows he knows they need some meat back at the encampment-

By the time his regular brain is finished processing that, he's already back to thinking with Sollux, and with twelve Daves carrying a giant mammoth-sheep's body back to base.

More likely to lose you from format rot, he thinks back without really thinking, and immediately amends it to something less bitter. Gotta keep his chin held high, right? We both know I'm not making any big heroic stands anytime soon. And if the universe thinks killing me is just, well then fuck that bitch anyway. We're too good for it.

He waits, hardly a few milliseconds, just long enough for Sollux's instantaneous rage to kick in, and thinks anything you want to talk about?

[lithp]

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.

[seeing_idawg]

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.

[lithp]

Sollux's whole being just droops. I wish you'd believe I can protect myself on my own ground, he replies dejectedly. And Eridan doesn't give a shit anymore. You've seen the shit he does. As far as he's concerned, the minute we couldn't fuck was the minute I wasn't a troll anymore. Nothing worth hating, just the annoying computer he has to deal with to get anything done.

[princeofhope]

If there was one thing, their futures had still been able to intertwine in at least the smallest of ways. Their relationship had... ... it was different now. They had grown much further apart, even to Eridan's wishes for them to try to stick close. Much of it wasn't by choice, of course. When he was pulled into confinement, Eridan kept hope for him that he would be able to return with the others. He tried his damndest to plead his case, but he was just a kid. He was still just that annoying as hell sea dweller.

Who cared what he said at the time. It was just Eridan, even if ten years can change anyone.

On this current day, Sollux would have a guest. He can't even bring himself to keep it professional as he limped his sorry ass up to the system he was hooked to. He... was really trying to be professional. He still couldn't even look at him the same way, he was bitter for his choices. He still hated him, especially because he made that choice.

Fuck the fact that he was to follow his ancestors steps, Eridan had strayed so far from his own, it wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair to him at all. ...But ugh, whatever. As he stopped with few feet between them, he couldn't help but force himself to stand straight, leaning ever so slightly in the direction of his good leg. He began by clearing his throat, making sure his voice as loud and clear as he could bring it to be. "Status report, now."

[lithp]

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.

now with less stupidity before tagging.

[princeofhope]

The sound proves to be hard on his sensitive ears. Indeed, he does flatten his worn ears against his head and cover them protectively. When he hears the sound has stopped, he frowns. "You're goin' t'play this now...?" Eridan sighs as his reply is firmly stated. Does he comply? Does he really think to stoop to his level?

No. He wants to, he wants to save what little they have together, but he's bull-headed as ever, especially to taking commands from lower bloods (Karkat was the only rare exception. Leader... and all.) but especially not anymore from Sollux. Especially when he was like this. "The last time I fuckin' checked, I don't take orders from some tool like you. Now either you give me a god damned status update or somethin'. I'm only gonna ask nicely this last time."

He knew the more he spoke the more he drove him further from him, but his patience these days was almost paper thin when it was dealing with this sort of business. There were things much more important for him to deal with, not Sollux being a complete brat to him.

[lithp]

"Thay pleeeeaaaaaathe," Sollux shoots back, his voice taking on a cruel and mocking edge. "Please please please, Thollukth, you're not a person anymore so why should I bother asking. Right? You can go fuck yourself, since I'm presently indisposed in that arena. Next time you feel like a system update try remembering the system is sentient and doesn't need you for a fucking thing to run this show. Get out."

[princeofhope]

His fangs show as he hissed at him. "I fuckin' understand that, but you know maybe I just wanted some fuckin' updates without you doin' it yourself, okay?!" He clenched his fists, the more he listens to him the more he wears thin. He just wanted to do something drastic in this state of mind he's in.

He bites his lip, turning his head away. Fuck, stop that. Stop acting like that. His breath was shakey, he was trying to at least lower his temper down a peg. Through gritted fangs, he gnashed out something else, "Or ... Maybe I just wanted to fuckin' say hello but you fuckin' took it as the wrong thing."

[lithp]

"What do you even come here for, ED." Sollux's voice is flat. "You never say hello anymore. You gave up on me. You win, whatever, I'm a machine, I'm a Helmsman with the smallest difference, I'm not a troll anymore. Half the time you just strut around yelling about how I'm your possession or toy, not your kismesis. Why do you even bother coming here anymore? I can't even service you the way lowbloods are supposed to entertain their highbloods." His voice takes on a bitter edge. "So sorry I can't be a perfect engine like my ancestor, so sorry I can't be accessible enough to fuck like him."

[princeofhope]

"Because Gamzee is fuckin' gone. You're the only fuckin' one I have left, what else do you expect me t'do?!" He snapped, still showing those fangs. But, his look wasn't of pure anger, it was shifted and molded to something more... desperate. "I don't..."

He stops, sighs, and fishes down his shirt in such a quick frenzy. He pulls a chain as quickly as he could, trying to get what it was holding to show to him. Around the golden chain held a set of rings. Specifically, it was the set of rings he had made specifically for Gamzee and the one he had received from Sollux that Christmas so many sweeps ago. They were much too small for him, but he still kept them, he was never letting go of those if he tried. "You're fuckin' stupid. I act like that t'make sure that you're fuckin' goin' t'stay there. I couldn't stop Gam' from doin' what he did, but... I don't fuckin' want you t'go, in either sense. You're still the Sol' I know. An' I know, it's stupid for me t'be thinkin' that, but... can you really fuckin' blame me for thinkin' this way at this point?"

[lithp]

"So what." Anger is creeping in now. "Because your life is so hard, you have to do your damnedest to try and stamp out whatever's left of me? Just so you can keep me? Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. Ampora, I don't even remember what you smell like, what it felt like to touch you. I am trapped in a cage unable to interact with my own body every second of every godforsaken day, because I'm trying to keep us all from FUCKING DYING, and your life is hard?!"

He sends a blast of sound through the speakers, loud and angry. "Your life isn't shit! You self obsessed little rat shit, get out. Get out!"

[princeofhope]

The noise is met with him instantly covering his ears again. He wasn't going to leave this time. Usually he would back off, but he wasn't.

"I'm a half-blinded dried up fuckin' sea captain who never even fuckin' got the chance to do what I was destined t'do. I'm never goin' to get that chance, but it's not like I'm even wantin' it anymore." He growled out, each word even more bitter sounding than the last. "I would trade myself t'get you out of there, an' you know that!" He slammed his good foot down, twitching his wing remnants. He was... actually getting serious, forcing himself into speaking properly. "Don't fuckin' act like I'm playing it like that! Yes, I fucking realize that you have it worse off than I do, and you know that I would give my own god damned life to get you out and have something else take over for you."

He huffs, his breath now horribly shaky. He was fighting off any urge, all of them. He wanted to be civil, or... at least how civil he could be. "Listen. Listen to me, this isn't an order, this is me askin' you to do this. Listen. ... Please. Listen to me just this once, to what I'm goin' to ask you."

[lithp]

"I don't know that. I don't know anything about you anymore," Sollux replies quietly. "You shut me out. You wouldn't let me."

He lets the silence hang between them, the closest to an invitation to speak that he'll give his kismesis.

[pariahdom]

"I never meant to. I--I never did. I just had all of those accidents and I felt like I couldn't even really live up t'bein' your kismesis anymore. But I wanted to keep on somehow, but... I didn't even think of askin' anyone or anythin'." He admitted, rubbing his eyes. "It's not like as soon as you changed your life t'this that I wanted t'even stop. I... It was just... a more hectic time than it normally is."

He almost seems hesitant to ask, one of the rare times that he was actually genuinely unsure of something. Alas, he does finally speak after the silence drags on for a bit longer. "How can I see you again? It... has been a long time an' I don't remember at all how t'do it."

[lithp]

Sollux pauses, considering. It takes about five minutes for him to reply, which for Sollux's accelerated brain is an eternity.

"I can flush the tank," he says hesitantly. "I can't disconnect from the system until there isn't a threat, but I can at least interact with my body for a few minutes at a time if the system's prepared to take the load while my mind's occupied. I can open the tank and let you in for a few minutes. I won't be able to do much, though. My body's deteriorated a lot in terms of muscle. But it'll take a little while for me to prepare the necessary programs."

[princeofhope]

That smile hint of a smile that he had, he was starting to become so hopeful again. Just because of the cooperation, the fact that he was letting him.

"... I just want t'see you again," he speaks, slowly moving himself down to prop himself up on one of his knees. "I can wait the necessary time it takes. Fuck, at this point if you had t'give me days until I'd see you... I would wait."

"And truthfully? I'll take the few minutes, t'be honest. It's... short, but fuck it all if I just kept on tryin' t'do what I was doin'." His head lowers, rubbing his face again. "I know I'm actin' soft as hell right now, but I'm just really sorry for what I've been puttin' you through."

[lithp]

"I miss it," Sollux says dreamily. "Touching you. I miss touch a lot, when I think about how things were. Is that weird? It probably is."

[circuitry]

"Sup, Sollux," Terezi says as comes in. "Do you mind if I sit with you for a bit?"

She's usually caught up in making notes of various doomed timelines, sequestering herself away from everyone else as she trawls for whatever information she can get her claws on, but she likes to sit with him when she finds the time. There seems to be less and less opportunity for her to get away as the days go by, but she tries to make a point to take a break every once in a while and visit for a bit, even if it's just to scribble on the walls and floor of his block because she's run out of space in her own.

[lithp]

"Not at all," he replies cheerily. "At least you actually use the room for stuff. So how are the timelines looking? Do you need me to toss some random numbers, calculate a few probabilities for you?"

He doesn't get to talk to Terezi much - she's much too busy with her work, and when she's not then he is. Their visits are nice, though.