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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She had taught him lucid dreaming, maybe inadvertently. He can come and go to that safehouse she created, the house in the desert, Southwestern art on the walls. He sleeps and dreams and finds himself just sitting there sometimes. Just sitting. Remembering. It's more painful than any nightmare.

Sometimes he thinks he can hear her when he's there. Sometimes he goes looking, down corridors and corridors and corridors, and he never finds her.

They'd eventually come back with intel. A prisoner in one of her labs. They called her "the dreamer" and they knew how dangerous she could be, would be, when Hypatia broke her. Sometimes they send people to kill her, but it always fails.

He's sleeping in the Junkyard one day, in one of the caves he's hollowed out for when he stays her a long time. He dreams, and thinks he hears her again, and realizes he knows where she is.

He'd become stealthier, these past ten years. It took all his cunning to find his way to her, to get past the guards. Drones died, people died, Hypatia was distracted somewhere, and he found her, in her own little room, suspended in her tank. Her appearance doesn't shock him. He's seen so much of this, these past years.

She looks dead, but the heart monitor beeps.

He presses both hands and his forehead to the tank glass, closing his eyes.

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e x c e p t

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The sky still that TV static grey

And ^AT the

¢ є η т є я ,

her

Suspended from that sky by a thousand gossamer wires, flickering, trying to pull them out from under her skin, each one draining some of the brilliant vermilion from her clothes from her face from her hair and eyes and she keeps saying to herself

I won't give in

ʇɐɥʇ ʎɐs uɐɔ ı ɹǝuboן ɥɔnɯ ʍoɥ ʍouʞ ʇ,uop ı ʇnq

It always happens like this.

He meets people. He befriends them. Or he falls in love with them. They become important. They become pieces of his life that he never thinks he can live without.

Then they leave. Then they die. And he keeps on going, keeps on living, even when they're nothing but dust in the ground.

He knows what beyond saving means, but he has never been able to kill his hope, and he clings to it now. He doesn't have much time, and he needs to know. Needs to know before he does what he came here to do.

"Alex? Can you hear me?"

She looks ^{u^{p at the ^{s^{k^y}}}} and she can h e a r but

NO! Leave, I shouldn't hear you if I no she'll make me try to ---

It burns. It always does. Hypatia's will warring against ancient bonds and codes, fighting against the chains the Sentinels long ago built into the soul of every Deva to keep them from waking up. Designed to tear her soul apart should she ever try. Hypatia keeps her alive; she can't die, but if she thinks too long on any person, it starts. Her essence unraveling on one end even as the quantum reconstruction tech behind the teleporters keeps her coming back, trying to keep her alive just long enough to

u n m a k e

someone.

Because that's what it is. Applying the pressure of her power with Hypatia's will behind it to just cause things to cease to be. It feels like being torn apart from the inside out, like someone taking claws of dry ice into the soul.

It's all she can d-d-do to ^DISTRACT herssssssssself fo-fo-foccussssssss on pain on not thinking don't hear turn all that burning inward and don't

think

It's never worked, what Hypatia's trying. It always hurts someone. But it never kills them. And it never stays focused for long. There's the pain and then there's the drift, she still burning made-and-unmade there (body still, but lifesigns fluctuating like mad, mind burning cold like ice).

She can't even relay it: only one way out. End it. But no way to say it.

He looks at the monitors, the readouts. A heartbeat. Brainwaves. Absolutely meaningless. He knows better than most, that beeps and jagged lines on a monitor don't equal life.

He wants to save her. Wants so desperately to save her, but that body won't survive outside the tank, and whatever's left of her mind probably won't survive outside of whatever nightmare she's having.

He has less than a minute to make his decision before reinforcements come. Hypatia will have heard him. He claws his fingers against the glass of the tank.

Then he steps away and goes to the wall, where the tubes and wires and cables connect to the machines, the generators. He gathers as many cables as he can in both hands.

He loves life. He always romanticized life. But when it came down to the wire, he became a realist. Life was beautiful, life was optimism and opportunity and hope, but when those things faded...death was a release. A kindness.

"Goodnight, Alex," he says, because some part of him knows that she can hear him still. "I hope you have a good dream."

Then he tightens his grip on the cables and wires and pulls, until they're pulled out of sockets, until connections are severed, until alarms start to sound and bubbles rise in the tank as if the liquid in there is boiling. He severs them all, red light flooding the room, the monitors screaming the changes in vitals, mechanical voices issuing warnings. Tears are streaming down his face when he pulls the last plug, cutting all power to the tank.

Maybe she'll find her desert again.

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