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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"That's fine. Either I find some manner with which to shatter your defenses, or I do not," She says, shrugging. They are both pretty much immortal, and he can provide her with blood when Hypatia doesn't. This could well keep going until one of them drops dead. he isn't a gambling girl, but she wouldn't bet against him.

"Yes please. You never tell any sort of falsehood when they ask who the blood is going to, right? I'm not quite sure why, but I dislike lying." She moves towards the cave wall on her side, idly scratching in a circle and a bowtie before carving it away with her claws. "Is it possible for you to at least elaborate on the status of the other trolls?"

Kanaya remembers that, at least, taking pride in her race and it's less terrible traits. It's why she had that thing. With the horns on it. It was so important. She misses it sometimes.

"Of course I tell them the truth. They wouldn't give it to me any other way. Karkat's determined to rescue you, did you know that?" Sollux doesn't even pause to switch the conversational gears. "But since you're always moving to a new location to test the shield at another point, I can't really tell him where you are. He'd be pretty bummed if he saw you, anyway."

He falls silent for a moment, then continues. "Why do you care about the other trolls, anyway? You don't remember a thing about them, and if I let you in you'd kill them if you could."

"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?"

"Not so much that stuff. I mean, I'm that stuff too. Not that they like it much, but I'm still me, so it's okay. It's more what's in your head that upsets people. 's not really you anymore." There's almost an impression of a shrug in his voice.

"And maybe you wouldn't the first time, or the second time, but eventually your friend in the sky would catch on and reprogram you to take advantage of my trust and kill them all. Kill me, too. So yeah, not gonna happen. I really am sorry about that, it'd be nice for us all to hang out like we used to."

"What's in my head?" She frowns and it turns into a sneer. Something in her tels her that this is what being indignant feels like. It's a nice feeling, like she's justified in being upset about something that isn't a lucky shot by some tunnel-dwelling rat. "There's nothing in my thinkpan. You know that, Mustard."

She huffs and sits against the tunnel walls, crossing her arms and glaring at the ground. It strikes her as... What was the word? Immature. So she stops looking sulky at least. "What was it like? When we were all together?"

At her best times, she remembers smells and silhouettes and colors and symbols, but that's all. Everything seems so perfect besides that. So idealistic. Where did it all go wrong?

"Incorrect," he replies automatically. "Hypatia is in your head. As are several memory blocks, as far as I can tell."

Sollux considers her question carefully, but not before taking a moment to enjoy Kanaya looking so sassy and indignant like she used to. "It was kind of shitty sometimes. We all fought a lot, we were kids, not all of us got along. But...overall, it was good. More than good."

"You seem to have misunderstand what I said when I mentioned that I had nothing in my mind. But it is okay. I don't blame you," She claws little pictures into the walls, Geminis and Libras, but mostly Cancer. Always mostly Cancer.

"We didn't all get along? I believe I recall those parcels of information more clearly than most. Perhaps because anger is more valuable to me than warm feelings. It's okay though. I like feeling angry sometimes. It's better than nothing."

Dark Future Meme

this is too cute oh my god

sob they are good franz

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