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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.

Dark Future Meme

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