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's been getting better. A little bit at a time. She's not quite Buffy again, not yet, but she's starting to be able to function a little. She doesn't just sit there looking like a doll like she did when they first started, at least.

She looks up when he comes in, blinking slowly at him. "You were here before. We... talked about movies. Right?" It's hard, she has a lot of trouble accessing memories, though her personality is slowly starting to trickle to the surface. She hasn't smiled yet, though. It's like she doesn't know how. It's one of the more unnerving things about her current state, all things considered.

It's progress, and goddamn, progress feels good. He nods and says, "Yeah, yeah, you're right. Movies. Maybe we'll get to watch one sometime. But until then, I brought some snacks for you." Karkat holds a bag of popcorn in front of her, offering some. He ate like half on his way to her, so like.

Deal with it.

She won't know the difference, so it's all good. She stares at it for a moment too long as her brain processes that it's food, and food is for eating because she's not given nutrition intravenously anymore. Which is just as well, because she is skinny as fuck, and she wasn't exactly that substantial to begin with.

She reaches out and picks out one piece of popcorn, putting it in her mouth and chewing carefully. The saltiness, the faint sweetness of the butter underneath, the crunch and the way the starch almost melts--

"You didn't put enough butter on it," she says offhandedly, in an almost-Buffy tone. And then she stops, and blinks. "That... was me," she says slowly. "That was really me, wasn't it? I liked... I always poured extra butter on. Didn't I?"

She looks at Karkat with a pleading sort of hunger in her eyes. Please, please tell her that she's managed to find something that is her, not broken-her, not programmed-her, but the girl she only remembers faintly, like a forgotten dream.

Please tell her that, because it would mean that she can find the rest of that girl, too.

He actually smiles at this. It's small, faint, and he'll never admit to it, but he's definitely smiling.

"Yup, and I always thought it was disgusting as fuck. So until you can get your ass to making your own popcorn, you're going to have to deal with mine." He sits next to her, grabbing a handful of popcorn for emphasis and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Remember what else we'd eat?"

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She leans against him a little when he sits next to her, and takes another piece, chewing it thoughtfully. If she closes her eyes, maybe she can imagine it.

Sitting next to him on the couch, he was much smaller then, two bowls of popcorn because he made faces when he ate hers with all the butter. A stack of movies, always a stack, never just one. And so many sweets...

"Cookies," she murmurs. "Candy. Those... crispy things. They had chocolate and were covered in powder..." She used to love making muddy buddies, they were one of her favourite treats. There was always an obscenely large bowl of them when she made it. "And carrot sticks. You never ate them."

She looks at him and a tiny, uncertain smile tugs at her lips.

"I remember. I really remember."

Goddamn, his job might be miserably stressful, but times like this make it all worthwhile. There's been so many times when they've rescued someone and couldn't break through to them, no matter how hard Karkat or the others worked. Those were the worst cases, and usually ended unhappily for all parties involved. But times like this? When he can see the realization in their eyes? It makes him temporarily feel like less of the failure that he is.

"You'll remember more later. Just take it easy, and don't over do it. It's not all going to come at once. But you're safe here, so you've got time."

"You'll keep visiting?" She sounds a little worried. He's the one really familiar and safe face in this whole place, so far, and she doesn't want him to stop coming.

She's afraid she'll stop remembering if he stops coming.

He finds her hand and runs his fingers over her knuckles thoughtfully. God, she's just skin and bones. This isn't how Buffy's supposed to be-- fragile and lost. It's wrong.

"Of course. We've got movies to watch and shit to eat."

"Good. I start forgetting when you go away. What we talked about. My memory drives are malf--"

She stops herself and takes a deep breath, her hand tightening around Karkat's. No, no, she might still have a synthetic eye, parts of her mind might literally be circuitry, but she is a person. She is not a computer.

Not anymore.

"My memory doesn't work well yet," she corrects herself after a moment to rearrange her thoughts. "Things don't... stick. I think I forgot how to remember things like a person. Is that possible?"

"Yeah, it is." It shouldn't be possible, but it is. Fuck you, Hypatia. "Have you tried writing things down? I can get you pens and whatever if you need it?"

Buffy ponders this for a moment. The act of physically writing something down could potentially trick her memory into thinking it's writing to a very slow drive, and make it easier to remember. Or, if nothing else, she'll be able to look at it and remind herself what she's remembered.

She nods. "Yes. If it's not any trouble. I think it might help."

...She grabs a whole three pieces of popcorn and adventurously puts all three in her mouth at once. She is such a badass.

"Alright, next time I come, I'll bring paper and pens. Colors and shit, so you can coordinate or something."

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