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: (Pink) Dave Strider
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: Pink is small, thin, and disturbingly pale. His hair is a tangled, uneven mess and this weird thingamafuck is situated right in the middle of his forehead.
Summary: Pink never made it off the station. His rays just weren't developed enough to help him evade capture when shit hit the fan. He gave 'em hell but ultimately fell and was subjected to a shitton of experimentation. A human-hating psychic deathtank? Score.

Initially he was very resistant but a partial lobotomy fixed that little problem. Now? It's impossible for him to disobey. His mannerisms are disturbingly docile and when he's ordered to kill he does so without hesitation. Which... isn't all that different from before, but hey, at least he got to choose his targets. This is not what he wanted and he's aware of everything that's happening but there's jack shit he can do to stop it. And since he's nigh untouchable the rescuers don't stand much of a chance either.

She chooses to keep talking to him because even though he doesn't say much (or anything at all, really) she still feels something for him. And so she sits in a chair facing him -- but not even sitting, because sometimes she loses control of what she's thinking and ends up sitting on him, hugging him, kissing him too (even though her mind really doesn't know why any more, it doesn't make sense).

Today is no exception. She's sitting in his lap, foreheads pressed together, using the link between minds created by Hypatia to speak to him.

I miss you a lot.

Unlike her speech, which comes out mangled and upsetting, marred by disunion, her head is clear. Ish. Sometimes she still sounds garbled, particularly when upset.

Dave rarely returns the affection. Sometimes he reacts with mild curiosity, poking at her face and drawing shapes on her cheek. Sometimes he just shoves her off.

Today, however, he's got both hands on Jade's shoulders. It's like he's trying to give her a hug but he's forgotten how to do it. His mind is eerily silent save for an almost audible ? of confusion, but beneath the surface there's still a garbled whisper of higher thought.

It's a plea for help.

I'm trying -- I'll-- There's a glitch in her programming and body twitches, a physical warning not to have those thoughts. But she has them anyway, because what's the worst they can do to her? Have Dave kill her? Have her kill herself?

I will talk to someone, I will get you out of here. I promise, Dave, we can fix this. I love you.

This one...

It bothers him. It always bothers him the way she takes away will, and he knows why she hasn't bothered with his: because there's so little left of his own that he can't bring himself to care.

Except.

Except here. Except in these cases. God damn it. He shouldn't be so sentimental. But there's still something of a fighting spirit here and, more than that, a kindred spirit.

They've both lost brothers, after all. They've both watched the evil man is capable of. They've both given in to the common perception of their kind, broken by the prejudices against them.

He can feel Hypatia's pressure on his core processes, but for him it's light, barely there. She usually only uses it to give him direction, not to force him. And sometimes, when he's not needed, he's alone.

So why the hell not? What the fuck does he have left to lose?

He approaches the pink-haired creature, and he reaches for that thing in the kid's forehead.

"Let's watch this city burn."

Pull it on out. Take off the chains. Let's go.

He's not supposed to let anyone touch the device. It was one of the first orders he was ever given. And yet when Megaman reaches for it he freezes, psychic arms poised around him but hovering harmlessly in place.

The deed is gone. His head feels like it's on fire and the sensation is creeping down his spine but despite that he breaks into a fit of nervous laughter. He sinks to the floor, staring at his fingers and marveling at the fact that he can move them on his own. His body is his again and it is fucking amazing.

The laughter morphs into manic shrieking as his spectral limbs spread through the zone. This place isn't going to last very long.

It's kind of hard to keep hating on Dave when they're both stuck in the same shitty fuck of a place. He tried, at first. He screamed and bitched and snarled at every opportunity he could catch. He blamed Dave for getting them stuck here. He blamed him for what happened to Jade, to the resistance, for being too much of a fucking failure to break out (its not like youve never fucking done it before), for giving up and fighting on Hypatia's side when he could've fucking fought his way out and done something.

But Jack spent most of his time alone. Had a lot of time to think about things. And after a few years of all this bullshit, he realized he was more pissed at himself about all those things than he really was Dave. And Dave was in just as much shit as he was. Besides, Dave was too fucking crazy and retarded to argue with him anymore. His rage just fell on creepily indifferent ears. What was the point in keeping it up anymore?

So he gave up on all the Dave-hate. Finally. Didn't mean he had to like him, but he could at least tolerate the freaky mutant kid now.

Since he's stuck in a laboratory cell with all his limbs and shit deactivated 90% of the time, he isn't one to pass up any kind of human(ish) interaction. So, even if he's pretty sure it's a Dave that's passing through, that's better than no Dave at all.

"Hey, pinkie! Is that you, or am I losing my mutant-prick detecting skills already?" Okay so maybe he gave up on Dave-hate but insults are still fair game.

Wow, Jack. That was pretty weak. But hey, it's all the same to the target of your mockery.

Dave drifts a little closer. He's not here to spend time with Jack's winning personality. Oh no. He'e here to take care of Jack because that is the most ironically insulting job Hypatia could ever give him. Deep down, Dave's not really sure why they're keeping him alive but he can't exactly voice his wonderment aloud.

Or. Anything, really.

Chow time, Jackie. You get... whatever the fuck useless cyborgs need to subsist. Gruel. IV nutrition. Motor oil. W/e.

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fuck it LET'S GO

rocks fall everyone dies

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