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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And that, seeing and hearing his best friend so... broken, she's obviously broken, it's like a knife to the gut.

Good thing he's gotten good at ignoring injuries until they can be tended.

"Yeah." He closes his eyes and remembers - it's hard to keep the memory fresh, it was so very long ago, but he pulls it up, their room with Jade's plants and their bunk beds and the two of them just kids sitting on the top bunk giggling instead of trying to go to sleep. "You didn't actually sleep in our room, you slept with your Daves. But you always stayed until I fell asleep. Got so I couldn't fall asleep if you weren't there, for a while."

He sighs, and opens his eyes. "What did she do to you, Jade? How-- How did she make you like this?" Maybe it can be fixed. Maybe, if they rescue her and cut off contact with Hypatia, and remove the programming, she'll be able to heal, and eventually be whole again, and not this shattered shadow of a girl John loves with all his heart.

He misses his sister.

There's a long silence as she processes his words, trying to remember. Jade remembers the nightlight (the monsters that crawl and grow in the dark) and the fort, sleeping next to John in the bed, and the Daves, too.

And then he asks the question. The light falls from her hand as she twitches, because the memories are painful and she's glitching hard as her human part refuses to remember it. But it's a direct question, and her mind is programmed to answer. "I've been cut open lots of times brain surgery hurts, John and she hacked me and fix--f-- fixed me." She turns into the light, letting him see the back of her neck, the neural links that are embedded in her neck and down her back, directly into her spine. She's so small and fragile-looking; her tank top hangs off of her body like it was made for someone much bigger. Jade turns to face him again, pulling the shirt up a little to reveal the large, red scar that runs from the base of her neck to her navel.

"She cccccuts me open and looks for the secret of Space and it hurts and i scream, but no one comes for me. Her orders hurt me and I-- I I've killed myself before lots of times, it's punishment for disobeying. Sometimes it's just shutting my sight off, taking control of my body away from me, but I've hunganddrownedandelectrocutedandfallenoffofcliffs and because it's just heeeeroic or just i just pop back up and do it. Do it again.

"And I ha-- hate hate it so much I hate this life I hate myself but I will do what she says because she's my Mother and I love her."

Even though her eyes are mechanic, a few tears drip out anyway, trailing down her cheeks. And when she speaks again, it sounds completely human, with no trace of machinery or glitching anywhere. "John, I just want to go home. Or die, or something because I'm so unhappy."

Oh god. If he hadn't already wanted to shut Hypatia down, he does now. Part of him wishes they could stick Hypatia in a body and do to her what she did to Jade, and to everyone else.

Slowly (and a little painfully), he unfolds himself, stands up, and steps towards her, one hand held out like he's trying to soothe a wild animal. Hopefully she won't teleport or lash out if he comes closer.

"Shhh, Jade, shhh," he murmurs. He doesn't say they'll get her out of there, or rescue her, or anything like that, because there's enough programming in her that he's pretty sure half of her would flip out, but dammit how long has it been since someone touched her gently?

If she'll let him, he's going to rest a hand on her shoulder.

She backs up a little bit, unsure of what he wants; this is the way they come for her sometimes, like she's meant to be in a cage. But usually the torture comes with the inability to control her motion, control her motor functions. And since she can still speak, can still move, she decides that he isn't out to try and hurt her.

Jade freezes as he places a hand on her shoulder. There's a long time time before she speaks again. "...Please-- please don't hurt me, I'll be good I promise. I'll do whatever you say."

"Jade, no." He has to stay calm if only so he doesn't freak her out more, but the fact that she's scared of him makes him feel like he's dying a little inside. "I would never hurt you. Not on purpose. Not even accidentally if I could help it." He moves his hand to press it against her cheek.

"You're my best friend. My sister. I love you, okay? Always will."

"L-- love?"

She's still frozen to the spot, unsure of what to do. His hand is touching her cheek and it's warm; her tears fall freely, though she isn't sure why.

"I loved you once. I think."

God, she's crying and he's not really even sure she's conscious of it or at least of why she's doing it, and it brings him to tears of his own, prickling in his eyes and threatening to spill over onto his cheeks.

"Yeah," he replies faintly. "I think you did."

He moves slowly, gingerly, giving her plenty of time to push him away, but he wants to hug her right now. And if she kills him for it, so be it.

It's not like anyone knows he's here, anyway.

She stands there until he wraps her arms around her.

Slowly, carefully, she hugs him back. "This is how you hug your friiiiiiiends, r-right?"

"This is how you hug your friends," he affirms. She's so tiny, compared to him now, and he's not even all that big. She's just skin and bones and metal, and just... tiny.

It's kind of hard to believe it's really the girl who befriended him when he arrived, a version of the girl who sacrificed her dream self to save a boy she hardly knew.

He can't decide if he wants to say anything right now, he's a little afraid he'll set her off, say the wrong thing. He'll just hold her, for right now.

She doesn't subsist on much; part of her wants to starve to death, the other half doesn't need to eat in order to live. So she's awkward angles and almost starving, hunger pangs and no need for human food.

"We're friends," she affirms, voice extremely slow to prevent the glitching. Something about that word -- friends -- makes her body jerk subconsciously, like a warning sign. Something that shouldn't happen.

Jegus Christ. He's glad to have this moment, though. If nothing else, it's further proof that Jade's still in there, even if she's fractured, twisted, she's still Jade.

"Yeah." John can't bring himself to let go. Oh god, he can't believe she's still alive and this thin. "I'll be your friend until the day I die. No ifs, ands, or buts."

"Until the day I d-die." She's still crying, only now it's on his shoulder. And now it almost seems conscious; the steady sobbing of a little girl who never got to grow up the way she wanted to. "D-don't leeeeeave me like this, John."

"Shhhh, it's okay," he murmurs, and strokes her hair softly. "I promise, I won't leave you here. I won't even think about leaving until you're safe. I promise, I promise. Cross my heart."

He doesn't even want to let go, to be honest. He wants to pull her down on his ratty little mattress, in his bare little room, and shooshpap her until rescue comes.

But he knows he can't. So he'll just hold her until she won't let him anymore.

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