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?

Comments

[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.