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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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The sound proves to be hard on his sensitive ears. Indeed, he does flatten his worn ears against his head and cover them protectively. When he hears the sound has stopped, he frowns. "You're goin' t'play this now...?" Eridan sighs as his reply is firmly stated. Does he comply? Does he really think to stoop to his level?

No. He wants to, he wants to save what little they have together, but he's bull-headed as ever, especially to taking commands from lower bloods (Karkat was the only rare exception. Leader... and all.) but especially not anymore from Sollux. Especially when he was like this. "The last time I fuckin' checked, I don't take orders from some tool like you. Now either you give me a god damned status update or somethin'. I'm only gonna ask nicely this last time."

He knew the more he spoke the more he drove him further from him, but his patience these days was almost paper thin when it was dealing with this sort of business. There were things much more important for him to deal with, not Sollux being a complete brat to him.

"Thay pleeeeaaaaaathe," Sollux shoots back, his voice taking on a cruel and mocking edge. "Please please please, Thollukth, you're not a person anymore so why should I bother asking. Right? You can go fuck yourself, since I'm presently indisposed in that arena. Next time you feel like a system update try remembering the system is sentient and doesn't need you for a fucking thing to run this show. Get out."

His fangs show as he hissed at him. "I fuckin' understand that, but you know maybe I just wanted some fuckin' updates without you doin' it yourself, okay?!" He clenched his fists, the more he listens to him the more he wears thin. He just wanted to do something drastic in this state of mind he's in.

He bites his lip, turning his head away. Fuck, stop that. Stop acting like that. His breath was shakey, he was trying to at least lower his temper down a peg. Through gritted fangs, he gnashed out something else, "Or ... Maybe I just wanted to fuckin' say hello but you fuckin' took it as the wrong thing."

"What do you even come here for, ED." Sollux's voice is flat. "You never say hello anymore. You gave up on me. You win, whatever, I'm a machine, I'm a Helmsman with the smallest difference, I'm not a troll anymore. Half the time you just strut around yelling about how I'm your possession or toy, not your kismesis. Why do you even bother coming here anymore? I can't even service you the way lowbloods are supposed to entertain their highbloods." His voice takes on a bitter edge. "So sorry I can't be a perfect engine like my ancestor, so sorry I can't be accessible enough to fuck like him."

"Because Gamzee is fuckin' gone. You're the only fuckin' one I have left, what else do you expect me t'do?!" He snapped, still showing those fangs. But, his look wasn't of pure anger, it was shifted and molded to something more... desperate. "I don't..."

He stops, sighs, and fishes down his shirt in such a quick frenzy. He pulls a chain as quickly as he could, trying to get what it was holding to show to him. Around the golden chain held a set of rings. Specifically, it was the set of rings he had made specifically for Gamzee and the one he had received from Sollux that Christmas so many sweeps ago. They were much too small for him, but he still kept them, he was never letting go of those if he tried. "You're fuckin' stupid. I act like that t'make sure that you're fuckin' goin' t'stay there. I couldn't stop Gam' from doin' what he did, but... I don't fuckin' want you t'go, in either sense. You're still the Sol' I know. An' I know, it's stupid for me t'be thinkin' that, but... can you really fuckin' blame me for thinkin' this way at this point?"

"So what." Anger is creeping in now. "Because your life is so hard, you have to do your damnedest to try and stamp out whatever's left of me? Just so you can keep me? Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. Ampora, I don't even remember what you smell like, what it felt like to touch you. I am trapped in a cage unable to interact with my own body every second of every godforsaken day, because I'm trying to keep us all from FUCKING DYING, and your life is hard?!"

He sends a blast of sound through the speakers, loud and angry. "Your life isn't shit! You self obsessed little rat shit, get out. Get out!"

The noise is met with him instantly covering his ears again. He wasn't going to leave this time. Usually he would back off, but he wasn't.

"I'm a half-blinded dried up fuckin' sea captain who never even fuckin' got the chance to do what I was destined t'do. I'm never goin' to get that chance, but it's not like I'm even wantin' it anymore." He growled out, each word even more bitter sounding than the last. "I would trade myself t'get you out of there, an' you know that!" He slammed his good foot down, twitching his wing remnants. He was... actually getting serious, forcing himself into speaking properly. "Don't fuckin' act like I'm playing it like that! Yes, I fucking realize that you have it worse off than I do, and you know that I would give my own god damned life to get you out and have something else take over for you."

He huffs, his breath now horribly shaky. He was fighting off any urge, all of them. He wanted to be civil, or... at least how civil he could be. "Listen. Listen to me, this isn't an order, this is me askin' you to do this. Listen. ... Please. Listen to me just this once, to what I'm goin' to ask you."

"I don't know that. I don't know anything about you anymore," Sollux replies quietly. "You shut me out. You wouldn't let me."

He lets the silence hang between them, the closest to an invitation to speak that he'll give his kismesis.

"I never meant to. I--I never did. I just had all of those accidents and I felt like I couldn't even really live up t'bein' your kismesis anymore. But I wanted to keep on somehow, but... I didn't even think of askin' anyone or anythin'." He admitted, rubbing his eyes. "It's not like as soon as you changed your life t'this that I wanted t'even stop. I... It was just... a more hectic time than it normally is."

He almost seems hesitant to ask, one of the rare times that he was actually genuinely unsure of something. Alas, he does finally speak after the silence drags on for a bit longer. "How can I see you again? It... has been a long time an' I don't remember at all how t'do it."

Sollux pauses, considering. It takes about five minutes for him to reply, which for Sollux's accelerated brain is an eternity.

"I can flush the tank," he says hesitantly. "I can't disconnect from the system until there isn't a threat, but I can at least interact with my body for a few minutes at a time if the system's prepared to take the load while my mind's occupied. I can open the tank and let you in for a few minutes. I won't be able to do much, though. My body's deteriorated a lot in terms of muscle. But it'll take a little while for me to prepare the necessary programs."

That smile hint of a smile that he had, he was starting to become so hopeful again. Just because of the cooperation, the fact that he was letting him.

"... I just want t'see you again," he speaks, slowly moving himself down to prop himself up on one of his knees. "I can wait the necessary time it takes. Fuck, at this point if you had t'give me days until I'd see you... I would wait."

"And truthfully? I'll take the few minutes, t'be honest. It's... short, but fuck it all if I just kept on tryin' t'do what I was doin'." His head lowers, rubbing his face again. "I know I'm actin' soft as hell right now, but I'm just really sorry for what I've been puttin' you through."

"I miss it," Sollux says dreamily. "Touching you. I miss touch a lot, when I think about how things were. Is that weird? It probably is."

"No. It's not weird at all." Eridan corrects him gently, closing his eyes for moment to think back.

"I also think back, back before everythin' went to literal hell. Everythin' was much simpler, everythin' was just so good for us, even when we had someone try t'take over, or the teleporters malfunctioned to all hell."

He balls his fists slightly, tilting his head down. "I don't know how you fuckin' put up with me back then. I never even fucking realized how good you were t'me for the longest time." After a moment, he pulls his head back up, shaking his head. "... Sorry, I'm probably just distractin' you with this."

"We did have it pretty good. And I mean, I...hated you, a lot. Still do. It's frustrating, you know," Sollux cuts into his own train of thought. "I can't do much to you like this, besides be annoying or throw you into walls. And there's even less you can do to me without compromising the whole defense system. It sucks."

Pause.

"Are you going to give me a kiss, when you see me? I don't remember much of what kissing was like. Or any of it, really. Everything gets overrun with datadatadata. My organic memory isn't as perfect as the mechanical stuff."

"I've... actually taken t'writin' down some of the stuff I start t'remember. I don't want to forget anythin', and it just feels right t'do that, y'know? And-- if you'd like, I could try t'come by with it when I come by more." He begins to explain, leaning back just a tad. "... I never ever stopped hatin' you. Nothin' can compare t'where you sit in my heart. You an' Gam'."

His words could not be anymore true. He never forgot about him, he never wanted to leave him, he never wanted this to happen. He was separated from them, but never in his heart.

"I am. I'll let you remember how it was t'be kissed by me." He glances up as he says that, remembering something. "... I'm goin' t'be the shittiest kisser, though. I haven't had much t'kiss lately. It's... goin' t'be somethin'."

"No shittier than someone who barely remembers how to do it," Sollux reminds him. "And I guess my life filtered through the eyes of a moron is better than nothing at all, ehehehehe."

"Don't worry. I figure it won't be that hard for us t'figure out." A chuckle, and he slowly rises from the ground. "I promise I'll try t'keep it neutral for you."

He almost let that last part slide, but he catches it. "... And I'm not a moron."

Sollux's psionics glow around Eridan and curl around his body, almost tender.

"That's the best I can do right now," he says quietly. "I'll let you know when it's ready. You better visit before then, though."

When he expected pain from the psionics, he was almost shocked to feel the opposite. He curled his arms around his sides, closing his eyes for a moment. It's almost as if he can feel him. He was going to feel him again soon and he was so happy to know this.

"It works... It really does," Eridan replies back, straightening his figure and fluttering his eyes open. These good feelings he was feeling, he slowly begins to walk backwards, grinning a bit. "I'll be back in a bit, actually. I just want to get somethin' t'eat and grab a couple a things."

As he draws closer to the exit, he stops, looking back, then towards him yet again. "I ... Hey Sol'?"

"Yeah?" He lets the glow fade as Eridan walks away, pausing expectantly.

"I hate you." He simply says, trying not to smile too much. "And I will always hate you, no one will fill what you've carved into me, no matter how much they try."

He lifts his hands up, making them into a shape of a spade. He knows that he can't give the symbol back in the state he's in, but... he couldn't help it. Those tiny gestures that they used to give each other, they were hard to shake off. "If I'm gone for longer than a bit, feel free t'remind me however you can. I'm goin' t'make time for you, one way or another."

"You will. Or I'll do it for you."

And with that, Sollux burns a spade through Eridan's shirt with his psionics and shoves him out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Proved him wrong. Wow, someone (Eridan) panicked as he was shoved out to deal with the burn, actually pulling off the shirt because of it. Well then.

He looks back to the door, shaking his head. He was on a timer right now, and he was going to get what he needed. He was so determined to make this work again, in whatever way it could.

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Dark Future Meme

now with less stupidity before tagging.

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