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: Doug Rattmann
Current Location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: Very similar to how he looks now - emaciated, haggard, unkempt, and more than a little off-kilter. His clothes are even more ragged than before and it's likely that he's lost even more weight in the interim. Dodging robots for food is hard, ok.

Summary: In his own way, Rattmann had been warning people about this eventuality almost as frequently as Karkat. But no on had listened to him (again) and soon his nightmare was rising up into the painfully familiar crescendo.

He'd always been more of a reluctant hero than he'd ever care to admit, and so when things went to shit once again he stayed behind on the station. His morals and paranoia wouldn't conscience fleeing with strangers to an unknown planet when there were still people trapped on Sacrosanct. Besides, what use could a schizophrenic without his medicine be to a resistance force?

It's more difficult these days to keep himself hidden; but Hypatia doesn't hold the same sway as GLaDOS did, and he'd kept himself away from her nearly as long. The station is simply too big for her to track down one long nutcase, and that's what he's counting on.

Any resistance members on missions in the station will notice that the walls have been covered in words pointing out the direction of their target or giving zone coordinates for organics still held prisoner by Hypatia. These are usually framed by insane ramblings and cries for help, but the information offered has always turned out good. In his more lucid moments Rattmann also throws himself into disrupting Hypatia's processing - nothing large, but resistance members may find that door locks and security drones tend to malfunction more often the closer they come to their targets.

He also makes use of the fact that he knows there are telepaths in the group of people the Rift had brought in, sending a constant stream of information and locations out into the void of thoughtspace and hoping someone picks them up. These are much more difficult to decipher than the wall directions, however, as they're jumbled with both Rattmann's shattered mind and his emotions.

It had to come down to this eventually.

The "rat man," as Chell found herself calling him, has been a thorn in Hypatia's side for long enough. He's been spotted before and always managed to evade capture, but she intends for this time to be different. Hypatia's made the consequences should she fail again clear.

As she approaches the place where he was seen, Chell wonders why it feels so wrong.

Edited 2012-02-07 20:28 (UTC)

It's been more difficult to acquire food lately. Not that it had ever been particularly easy - a station filled mostly with synthetics meant that any food was in the same area as prisoners and organics under her sway, neither quite the easiest beings to avoid or confront. But things were tightening, as if a noose that had been hanging around his neck for an eternity finally remembered how to close.

The slow depletion of his rations means that Rattmann is forced to be more bold with his movements than he'd like to be. There's danger all over, but he can't be of use to anyone if he starves. Even his shattered mind recognizes that.

So far things have moved smoothly. He'd been in and out without setting anything off and was nearly back to the vent he'd emerged from, arms and lab coat filled with nonperishables. Maybe this would be ok for once.

The small hope bubbling up keeps him from checking what's around the next corner as thoroughly as he usually does before proceeding, something which he'll likely regret in a moment or two.

Usually, she's too late and he's already vanished when she gets there. She's oddly okay with that; but she's okay with a lot of things these days.

That moment of inattention is just what she needed. When Rattmann rounds the corner, she's waiting for him.

He's not expecting anyone to be there, and he's certainly not expecting her. The cans clatter to the floor as he takes an involuntary step back, haggard face pulled even tauter in a look of pained surprise.

He'd always assumed that she would have gotten off the station, would have made it down to the planet with the others. Even though she claimed to be the unlucky copy, in Rattmann's mind here fortunes were always good. It made running through the vents here a little more bearable, knowing that she was somewhere safe.

But maybe he's wrong. There are a dozen explanations for why she's here now, but his mind is screaming wrong wrong wrong as his mouth stutters out faint words.

"It's you."

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.

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chell baby no ;;

hypatia made her do it ;_;

that just makes it woooorse

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