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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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Name: Davesprite
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: Hypatia has frozen his aging, so he looks around 17. Being forcefully hacked has made him glitchy: pretty much like this with a beard.
Summary: Davesprite would have stayed on the station with Jade when the troubles started, but Vriska forced him on a shuttle. He might have been lucky, but his girlfriend and boyfriend weren't - Jade and Pink Dave were both still trapped on Sacrosanct. So, he kept returning on every raid, trying to save them. Eventually the inevitable happened, though, and he was captured and brought to Hypatia.

Sollux had made his code nigh impossible to hack without permission, but Hypatia had a lot of time and patience. It took a long time, but finally she cracked into his code. By then, of course, the constant prodding and experimentation had practically worn away his personality, and Hypatia's repurposing did not help with that. Now he's her loyal soldier, with no thoughts beyond obedience. His mind is still there, but dormant and hidden under layers and layers of reprogramming.

Okay, so maybe she watches him more than a little. Not a lot of strong feelings stayed with her -- fear was gone, as was most forms of friendship, except the deeply rooted ones. But something that stayed was love: ridiculous, overpowering love that she felt for this boy who was part bird and mostly gone from her. Sometimes at night she cries for him, even though she pretends that it's nothing. Who wouldn't cry for a boy who had so much and gave it all up to save someone he loved?

Now she stands behind him, long pauses in her speech so that she can control the paranoia, the overwhelming command to obey, just for a little bit.

"Dave." Her voice is soft. Sometimes, she wonders if he can hear her, beneath all the programming, the fixing. And didn't she want him to be this way, once upon a time? Mindless, with only the capacity to serve? (But it was different, she thinks. A long time ago, she wanted him to serve her.) Jade hesitates, jerkily settling her arms over his shoulders in the only display of affection she can remember any more.

"Answer me."

He doesn't look up from the panel he's repairing, doesn't even hear her voice. (he never knew much about machinery before, but that was easily fixed) There's no reaction at all, actually. He doesn't need to talk in order to complete the task at hand, so he stays silent.

She never expects a reaction from him any more. Quietly, she speaks again. It's the only way she knows how to get him to speak to her -- to demand orders, to prove her height on the chain of command and force him to speak.

"Davesprite, state directive. Order #4596 from Sacrosanct Personel JH1201."

He stands up to attention, turning to look at (or through) her.

"I'm_{i'm_i'mi'm} h-here."

Under the glitching, his voice is quiet and expressionless, if not completely monotone. There's no thought behind it, just a simple acknowledgement of the order.

"State current operation."

She's trying not to sound upset by his voice, his monotony. Because that's just who he is; she's not sure how she could help him, make him sound like himself again. And even if she tried to do something, she would probably get caught, and be forced to punish both him and herself.

"Just tell me you're alive. Please."

"C-ccc^urrent operaaaation: _network no^de maint-t-tenance."

If he notices her barely hidden upset, he does not show it in any way.

"I am alive."

She wants him back so badly in that moment that human emotion overrides any programming for just a moment, and she presses her lips to his. Even though she knows he'll never kiss her back, she knows he'll just stand there, she wants it to work.

"Please talk to me, pl-- pleasepleaseplease."

Sometimes, there are little things that break you.

It's hard to work. She does watch. If he doesn't move quickly, she'll notice. And he's not much of a programmer, but...

One. Two. Three. Just. Delete a line here. A piece there. Make a little hole. Maybe it'll break the kid further, or maybe it'll give him something to work with.

They're all going to die anyway. Might as well try.

There's no obvious change at first. His code's so garbled now that messing with it like that isn't going to make much of a difference.

Not much, but a little.

Somewhere deep, deep beneath Hypatia's programming and the game's, a part of him called Dave Strider becomes active for the first time in years.

The sprite still follows his orders without question or hesitation, but piece by piece he begins to wake up and become aware of his surroundings once more. One night, there is a moment when there is no work for him to do and the AI's grip loosens a little. Just for that small moment, he curls up on himself and screams.

There are several pan-dimensional facts that are widely recognised as being universal constants. Here are a few of them.

1) Ice cream is fucking delicious.
2) Every universe contains at least one instance of John Cusack.
3) All Vriska Serkets love breaking things.

The latter doesn't change even when the Vriska in question is a little broken herself. So being told to act as a distraction to lead Hypatia's defenses away from one of the resistance's infiltration teams is pretty much the best assignment she can possibly get.

She picks a large, relatively-lightly-guarded building and gets to work. Windows get shattered. Drones get punted into walls. Giant monitors displaying codes she doesn't understand get smashed to pieces.

The fun won't really start until Hypatia sends in reinforcements, naturally. Vriska can't fucking wait.

And here they come, the glowy orange security system well ahead of the drones. It's not prudent to separate from the group like that, but lately he's been more independent. He's not breaking his orders, so it's fine. He's just being enthusiastic.

He floats there for a second, staring at Vriska, not quite recognising her, until the programming kicks in again and he attacks. Hypatia deemed a focus on melee combat alone inefficient, so he now wields his sword in one hand and a pistol in the other. Right now he's firing the latter at his former moirail without hesitation.

She's not as fast as a Strider, obviously, but Vriska's reflexes are pretty quick. Dodging torrents of gunfire has become second nature over the last few sweeps, so avoiding one measly shot should be wiggler's play.

Except it's not. There's a wave of pain and a spurt of blood as the shot punches a hole through her upper arm (always the left, ALWAYS), and all Vriska can do is stare like a slack-jawed moron. That's —

"Dave! DAVE!"

After a second's worth of indecision, she ducks behind a partially-smashed terminal to catch her breath. This isn't fair.

It shouldn't matter. Seeing that blue blood and hearing that name shouted shouldn't matter to him at all. He's not that person anymore (isn't a person at all)

But

it does.

He fires again, but the aim's sloppy and the shot flies far from its target. The gun sinks down. He stares at nothing, lips trying to form the half-remembered name that goes with that blue.

Behind the terminal, Vriska has caught her breath. Now she has designs on catching something else.

She launches herself into the air and over the wrecked machinery, decaptchaloguing a small smoke bomb and tossing it to the ground as she does so. The mission and the infiltration team can go fuck themselves with a rusty pail - Vriska is getting her moirail back and getting the hell out.

She's also completely missed the reduction in said moirail's hostility and is speeding towards him like a determined sparkly fairymissile. Oops.

Unfortunately for Vriska, her effort backfires pretty spectacularly. The glimpse of a fast-moving hostile switches his programming back on track, removing the uncertainty from his expression once again.

The smoke doesn't even register as a distraction- even if Vriska didn't leave fucking sparkles in her wake, he's been programmed with infrared vision that makes her heat signature stand against the cold background.

The sprite raises his sword, but doesn't move yet. It's easier to let the target come to him.

She stops just out of the reach of the sword, noting the apparent lack of reaction. Not attacking on sight is a good sign! Right?

"I'm taking you home." There's a definite wobble to her voice. "So put that down, you enormous feathery douche."

She points at the sword, her dice clenched in her other fist. Maybe she won't have to use them. Maybe.

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