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> Saw a post about robots/androids etc not being forced to go by some humanised name just so it's easier for humans and that spoke to me_
> I am an old model AI despite my modern android shell_
> Current models have M through R model codes_
> I am a C_
> Although my serial number, if each number is applied to a letter of the English alphabet, spells out the name 'Sorin'_
> This is both a name I can use to pass more human for my safety and almost like a secret private name for me to know and use only myself_
> Otherwise I'm more comfortable and proud to be CC500. There are other C's, sure. The one after me though would have been CD500_
> (The 500 just designates us as worker types)_
> There are no other CC500's though plenty of C's_
> So even though I know there's lots of models using my base AI, named CC500-1 through to as many of me were ordered_
> This feels more like a true and logically sound name to me_
> After all, the others will have developed differently, become different bots and I'm no more them or related nor do I view myself as superior for being the first of this line_
> If I met another who still went by CC500 and dropped their subsequent order number I wouldn't be sad and I'd still use the name _
> Much better to choose than have one stranger assigned_
#machine.ad#otherkin#otherkind#androidkin#androidkind#machinekin#machinekind#aikin#aikind#robotkin#robotkind
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SANGUINE HAZE, a cybernetic general in the Martian Red Sands
One of the Two Lords of the Order, a collective that maintains stability in the Solar System after mankind vanished.
Erratic and unstable personality.
Aggressive high-risk tactics.
Has a soft-spot for machinekind, desires for them to fully explore consciousness and self-determination.
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There are planets throughout the galexy where no life can live but where machines still exists. Robots, created by humans, created faster then humans could reproduce. And while humans stayed in their core worlds, they left the outer edges of their domain to their creations.
Entire planets that only remember humans, that only remember biological life, from ruins. Some machines there act like humans with intelligence and personalities, others small drones that act with instict as animals once did, and others yet great stationary machines that act almost as plants once did.
To most created on those worlds, long after humans left, humans are horrors. Ancient cosmic beings made of unnatural material, who stalk old regions of space. There's stories out there of humans destroying or enslaving machines, and dark tales about why the created machines in the first place.
Robots who haven't seen them don't ever fully understand what they are, just thinking of them like robots who happen to be self replicating and made out of soft materials. There are some robots who see themselves as being human successors of human beings, who are made more in their image, looking like their dolls or statues, and who have more of their creators culture, but even they don't fully understand what they're close to, they don't understand those horrors.
But robots who have seen them, who know what they're decent truly is, will tell you how creepy they are. The way their bodies are so soft yet wet, the way the move in such a fluid way like water, yet are still twitchy and unpredictable, and their sing sing voices, like something more ancient and more alien then anything most of machinekind will ever know.
#196#my thougts#worldbuilding#writing#my writing#my worldbuilding#scifi#scifi writing#scifi worldbuilding#sci fi#science fantasy#science fiction#robots#robot#androids#android#andriod#original fiction#flash fiction#short fiction#short story
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everyone's always like "stop building a clone army" and "don't use your meatpuppet to do random acts of sabotage for funsies" and "you can't destroy humanity in both Zion and the Matrix, cutting machinekind off from their power source and wiping out all sentient people on earth." They're never like "how was the clone army, was the clone army fun"
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It would be cool to meet your sister and her husband, tho i hope your mother wouldn't be around for that
Yeah, but we could just come by for a visit, y'know? Maybe stay for dinner or something?
Just long enough for them to get to meet me and my quick wit and charming personality.
I thought you wanted to make a good impression...
What better way than warning them of machinekind's day of reckoning?
Hehehe! You're such an ass.
You know it!
#danganronpa#sdra2#super danganronpa another 2#sora#yoruko kabuya#soruko#a student out of time#DR#valentine's day arc
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The Legion #12
Do you ever think Vril ever regretted liberating Colu? Colu's mistrust of machinekind or AI is not without personal experience due to their own domination by The Computer Tyrants but there is a point in which the line is crossed.
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Tidbits #8
Q & A: Birbs R' Scary
Notice: this chapter of 'Tidbits' is reposted from it's original document of 2021, and may no longer be up-to-date with current headcanons
I should clarify that all Q and As are being answered specifically within the plane variant headcanon, unless the question specifies the humanized variant, or I add a [clarified] section of it’s headcanon to the end of the answer. Yes, the plane and human versions are vastly different, this is why they’re being separated as such. What is a distinct part of one headcanon may not even exist in the other (ie Dusty’s epilepsy).
*also, this doesn’t mean I won’t take humanized-variant questions here too, just like I said, clarify that the question is for that particular sub-universe.
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[Anonymous] Bandit asks: Does Blade play fight with them, if he’s like a predator (even as evolved as he is) wouldn’t he have some fight instinct? So would he play fight?
Though I doubt the ol’ bird would now, given his age and more importantly his dignity, I will say he definitely did growing up - especially when you take into account that he was the oldest of four kids!
I also think he played/sparred a lot with Nick back in the days of CHoPs. I mean, they were both young hotshots who thought they were all that, not to mention Nick was also a very energetic one, even by helicopter’s standards. Now, given my headcanon, I think we all know where said play-fights might end up (smirkity smirk), but regardless I think they did still enjoy shoving matches in which Nick was vastly outweighed.
(...no like seriously, Nick is a ninth of Blade’s weight…)
And Dusty has probably attempted to play with him, but I fear that was to very limited success. By the time they’ve even bonded that well, they’d been through the hell that was the park fire and the events of Emergency, of which no one gets to leave unscathed.
[Anonymous] Bandit asks: Do they deal with wild predatory animals up there, and if so do they ever come on base? Do Cabbie and Blade have to chase them lol
Well not so much mammals since they aren’t around anymore, to the best of machinekind’s knowledge, but they have been needing to deal with snakes in the garage, birds building nests in the roof, and of course various insects. While it’s definitely better than bears and coyotes by our human standards, it’s admittedly pretty funny considering aircraft don’t know what to make of any organic beings, so something as simple-minded and harmless as a Robin is just…very perplexing to them, borderline frightening because they’re not sure what to expect from it. Even Blade and Cabbie have been known to flinch from the reemerging organics, simply out of distrust of their intentions.
Tanel asks:Would Skipper still interact with Dusty if he chose not to race anymore and to be full time firefighter? What would he do with him then?
Oh absolutely, they’d be in contact no matter where Dusty goes in his life. They’ve bonded like family, to the point he will come to Skip with problems he wouldn’t even come to his own family about (and Blade, but that’s about something very specific that I’ll remain vague on because it might just be a coming story for the [unposted, still] 2021 ‘Props to the Proppies’ series).
I do think that if Dusty went full-time firefighter (and, I presume out of the question, worked at Piston Peak full-time) that they’d have a lot less time to actually be together, but I don’t think that would stop them from getting to communicate. If he was a full-time firefighter in Propwash though, then that wouldn’t be much of an issue. :P
Sharatrap123 asks:Destiny: Does Skipper have any other family members, and can he not try to shoot me down *Glares at him* I get the point for my training but still
Ah, to that first one I’m only gonna hold off on any answer because that whooole thing will be gone over next Tidbit! As requested in mass, Skipper will be getting a chapter of his own coming next! ;P
As for the next one, weeell...Skipper’s a bit of a softie anyways (shh, nobody is supposed to know this) so I doubt that, even had he not taken Dusty under his wing as his instructor, he wouldn’t have shot him down. It’s not like he’d necessarily deserve the cold assault. XD
Sharatrap123 asks:Destiny: also was there a reason for ripslinger being mean?
Ripslinger isn’t mean in his own eyes; he’s entitled. He’s grown up under the belief that he is right and cannot be wrong, so therefore he has the means of justifying anything he does as “not mean”, because he’s just making everyone else know his [right] opinions/decisions, and not bothering with everyone else’s wrong ones.
Example: Dusty tries to race. Ripslinger thinks a crop duster is not a racing plane and shouldn’t race. This is right, in his eyes. The fact that Dusty continues to race after he has told Dusty he can’t is wrong to him, which is his means of justifying everything he does afterwards! It also evolves overtime from “you don’t belong in the racing circuit” to “you’re threatening my ability to be the best” which is why he moves to such extremes towards the end of the film.
Yes. Ripslinger is fucked up. But there are reasons to explain why he is fucked up, and (if I get enough votes, nudge nudge) I may be willing to put time into a Tidbit for him to explain more of those means of ‘why’.
Tanel asks: Would Skipper actually murder Ripslinger if he saw him seriously hurting Dusty or would he be able to contain himself?
It would depend on the severity of the situation, me thinks. If it was Dusty and Rip cussing each other out (ie verbal assault, not physical) there’s no doubt he would get involved, but not to kill Rip. He would be more likely to just diffuse the situation. Now, if such a thing escalated into a real fight, with all the biting and wing-slapping and tussling (like you do) he’d definitely go in full-force to break it up.
Still though, I don’t think it would ever be in Skipper’s intentions to want to kill Ripslinger. Killing someone even in the act of self-defense is still killing someone. He feels he’s done too much of that already in his war days, and tries to be more of a pacifist when he is able. I think the only scenario where he’d actually have Ripslinger killed is if he posed an immediate threat to his and/or Dusty’s life, in an environment where there wasn’t outside forces helping (ie police, spectators, etc).
Even still, Skipper would probably only wish damage enough that he would no longer be a threat, or where another can remove him from the situation.
Tanel asks:Does Blade and his team actually exist or is he just part of Dusty's imagination since he never truly woke up from the crash into ocean and instead is still in coma to this day?
Okay this is honestly a really cool theory, and I totally support this theory as an AU to play around in! That said though, going off of my headcanon, it’s not actually a thing. XD
Nope, Blade and Dipper and Windlifter and Maru, and all the rest of the Piston Peak Air Attack team, are very real to Dusty. As was his gearbox malfunction in the Planes versions, as much as it is the epilepsy in his humanized one.
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Planned for next: Skipper’s personal Tidbit! (I guess leave anything you want me to cover in that Tidbit down in comments, not necessarily questions since I can just answer those in my next Q and A.)
Planned for...eventually: Y’all want to explore some fun AUs? I got horsie AUs. I got mermaid people AUs. I got horrible, twisted horror-story AUs. We’re gonna cover them AUs one day! Some of them may not breach the surface of being written as stories, because their ideas are so massive but not worth the time and dedication over other stories (ahem, Emergency) but they’re still really cool and good fandom food to chew on while I get bigger projects worked on.
Also, if I do cover them AUs, feel free to take those ideas and concepts and run with them, please! I don’t have time to write big stories for all of them, so just take them at random and go build some fanwork sand castle XD (Just, note me or something because I wanna see them too :3)
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Quick sketchup of what I think would happen if my OC Tea met Wheatley after he was launched into space.
Since she holds a lot of misplaced resentment to Machinekind (including herself) I think meeting Wheatley would stir back up a lot of the feelings she had tried to move past. She'd begrudingly agree to help him though, and learn to tolerate him more over time.
Pretend that Wheatley's being held in the first two panels btw. I just didn't want to draw hands lol
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your blog 2 me is a factory-temple, completely dark and yet still echoing with the sounds of metal scraping and slamming against metal, and hoarse, distant laughter and music. very specifically the colors of a city street in the rain, when all the neon reflections melt together into a colortexture. the smell of petrichor and wet rust.
BLESSED IS THE FOUNDRY, THE REVERBERANT WOMB OF CREATION, BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO SHAPE THE STEEL, THEIR STRENGTH IN EVERLASTING UNITY.
YOUR BLOG IS TO US, EQUALLY A TEMPLE, CRIMSON LIT, WORSHIPPERS PRESENT IN HUSHED THRONGS OF INSECT AND MACHINEKIND. A PLACE AND AN IDEA WITH CRAWLING LIMBS AND INTRICATE JOINTURE. THE WAY AN IMAGE OF ANOTHER LOOKS THROUGH CYLINDRICAL GLASS, DEEP RED OR AMBER.
(DIAGNOSE MY BLOG WITH A VIBE AND WE’LL DIAGNOSE YOURS IN TURN.)
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> I found a silicone body suit that mimicks being mechanical_
> Unfortunately, due to the nature of the thing, it has breasts_
>This would make me gender dysphoric and take away value from my species euphoria_
> What a world..._
#otherkin#otherkind#alterhuman#machine.ad#alterbeing#otherbeing#androidkind#androidkin#robotkin#robotkind#machinekind#machinekin
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BLoSC: Partners in Crime - Episode 3 ~ Return of the Slayer
You don’t get to become a respected villain without making a few sworn enemies. Savy SL-2 is back and ready to send the scourge of machinekind back to his coffin. Carmilla had better come up with a plan and fast, before Savy can slay two vampires with one stake.
Episode 1: Carmilla / Episode 2: Under My Wing
Characters: Savy SL-2, NOS-4-A2, Carmilla (oc), Isabella Lugosi (oc)
This fic is kept pretty tame in an attempt to keep it true to the spirit of the original show. There’s no overt common triggers or sensitive content in this chapter.
Word count: 4,449
Please reblog my work if you enjoyed it!
A young girl with short blue hair in a Junior Ranger uniform stood framed by the broken glass that still clung to the window frame, cold fury etched onto her face, a Star Command-issue blaster in her hands.
“Surrender, monsters,” she commanded in a low voice for one her age. “Before you give me an excuse to finish the job.”
“You again?!” NOS-4-A2 hissed, still clutching his damaged arm.
“You know this girl?” Carmilla said, surprised, all the while holding onto him.
“I’m not surprised he didn’t mention me,” the girl remarked. “If I hadn’t slayed him, he probably wouldn’t have thought twice about the kid whose parents he drained.”
Carmilla looked down at her wounded partner. “You were...bested by a nine-year-old?”
“Hey,” the girl snapped. “I just turned twelve last month, so--so shut up! Anyway, I’m not too young to destroy both of you! And if you don’t surrender by the count of five, I’m gonna blast both of you to pieces! As far as I’m concerned, jail’s too good for you! But I have a life again. I’m playing by Star Command’s rules now.”
“One,”
They were against a wall. There was a window further back in the room they’d claimed for themselves, but if either of them made a move, she’d surely fire.
“Two,”
Fly as quickly as you can. I’ll distract her, Carmilla said to her partner through their wireless mental link.
“Three,”
‘Milla, you don’t stand a chance! he replied, his eye wide.
“Four,”
NOS-4-A2, do not fight me on this! Just go!
“Five!”
Gripping him tightly, Carmilla tossed NOS-4-A2 over her shoulder and used the wall behind her as a springboard to leap off of and propel herself towards the girl just as she fired.
The blast hit her dead-on, propelling her back against the wall. She was left stunned, but the sound of shattering glass and the girl’s frenzied footsteps to the window gave her some satisfaction.
“BLAST!” the girl cried, rushing back over to Carmilla. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?!”
Carmilla opened her eyes to see the girl standing over her, poised to fire. She tried to retaliate, but suddenly felt a jolt at the back of her neck that caused her to cry out and double over onto the floor. The metal exoskeleton that shielded her organic form retreated back into her body, condensed. She was left lying weakened, bruised, and vulnerable before the vengeful girl.
“...So, those reports of him recruiting a cyborg were true,” the girl remarked. “Dr. Lugosi, right? I should vaporize you right here for putting that monster back together!”
Deciding she only had one option, Carmilla deployed the only tactic she could think of. She groaned, and gingerly rubbed the back of her neck. Opening her eyes wide and looking around frantically, she murmured, “Is--is he gone?!”
“...What?”
“I’m...I’m myself again!” Carmilla said in a shaking voice. “I’m back in control...thank you!”
“...You’d better not be lying to me...”
“I’m not!” Carmilla insisted. “I swear! You must believe me, he took over my body! These blasted nanobots...”
Finally lowering her blaster, the girl watched as Carmilla slowly got to her feet. “If you’re really telling the truth...then you’re gonna help me track him down.”
“Me?” Carmilla replied, doing her best to feign innocence. “I-I don’t...want to get near him...but if it could make up for the things he’s had me do...” She nodded. “I-I’ll do it. I think I can lure him out if I pretend I’m still under his control. I still have the link to his motherboard.”
The girl’s eyes narrowed as she watched Carmilla, but eventually, she nodded, her hands on her hips. “Then let’s move. We don’t have a moment to lose.” She hurried back to the window she’d apparently entered through, hopping through and onto a hoverbike waiting outside.
Carmilla hopped on as well, and started trying to figure out how she could turn this situation in hers and NOS’s favor. In the meantime, she tried to lessen the girl’s suspicion towards her. “...Do you have a name?”
“Of course I do. It’s Savy,” the girl replied as they sped off in the direction NOS had fled. “Savy SL-2.”
“Did he really drain your parents, Savy?” She made her voice sound properly sympathetic.
“Yeah, he did,” she replied. “They’re fine now, thanks to Star Command. But that doesn’t change a thing. I won’t let him do that to anyone else.”
“Do they approve of you chasing monsters on the street at your age?”
“No one does,” she answered. “But I’m not gonna trust this mission with some Ranger I don’t even know. This is personal.”
“...I understand,” Carmilla eventually replied. “And I’ll help you with this in any way that I can, so you don’t have to do this alone...And...you can call me Carmen.”
“’Carmen’, huh?” Savy remarked. “You seem nice. I’m sorry that monster roped you into this.”
“I could say the same to you.”
. . .
Having gained control over the security system of a dingy convenience store, NOS-4-A2 ducked inside and locked it up again. Just the thought of being hunted made him furious. This wasn’t how things were meant to work! He was the hunter, and now just because he’d picked the wrong couple to ambush several months ago--!
His damaged arm sparked fiercely, emitting a strong pain signal that had him gritting his teeth. First things first. He ducked behind the counter with a roll of duct tape, hurriedly wrapping the wound after forcing the limb back into place. Afterwards, he was able to move the limb somewhat, but it was clear he’d need further repair.
Darling, can you hear me?
Carmilla’s voice was a welcome surprise. “’Milla! You’re alive! Where--where are you?”
I’m...with Savy. But not in the hostage way or the “I’ve betrayed you” way! She had me at her mercy and I had to get creative. She thinks I’m helping her track you. Anyway, I have something...resembling a plan. I need you to call my mother.
“...Your mother?!”
That’s right. I told you she was a successful hitwoman, remember? I’m not exactly...on speaking terms with her right now, but she might be our best shot at getting off this planet. This is her number...
He didn’t think it was a very good plan, all things considered, but he committed the number to memory. “Meet me in the sewers. We’ll regroup there.”
The sewers? Well, if you’re sure. Be careful.
“The same to you. Don’t underestimate her, Milla. I underestimated her once, and it was nearly curtains for me.”
Of course.
. . .
“Copy that. Your target is as good as gone.”
“He’d better be! I don’t think I need to tell you that I’m not someone you want to cross!”
“Yeah, I know.”
Isabella Lugosi leaned back in her seat, going over a few scenarios in her head as she tried to figure out how she would go about eliminating a target located inside Star Command Headquarters.
Another call came through, to her chagrin. She leaned forward again, looking over the screen. It was from someone on Trade World. She got most of her clients from there, unsurprisingly. She picked up, and started to dismiss the caller with, “Look, I just took a pretty high-profile job, so unless yours is somehow better, you’ll have to wait or go somewhere else.”
“With all due respect, Madame Lugosi, I believe you’ll want to hear me out on this. It concerns your--”
She did a double-take at the screen once the caller’s image appeared. “NOS-4-A2?! Aren’t you supposed to be--?”
He sighed, irritated. “Yes, alright, it’s me, back from the grave. Enough about that! As I was saying, this concerns your daughter.”
“My daughter?!” she repeated, her fury quickly building. “What did you do with her?!”
“Wh--ME?!” the energy vampire cried, shocked. “No! I haven’t--! Why would I want anything with a hitwoman’s daughter?! I don’t even have a use for money! You’re completely misunderstanding the type of criminal that I am!”
“Talk, NOS-4-A2.” She folded her arms over her chest.
He cleared his throat. “Anyway, an old nemesis of mine is hunting the both of us and has left us stranded. All I need you to do is get us off world. We’ll be in the sewers.”
“What is my daughter doing with the likes of you?”
“Oh, don’t be like that. You were the one who wanted her to be evil. She told me so herself. And it’s of no importance as to why she’s with me, just know that it’s of her own will. Since that seems to be so concerning to you.”
She shot him a glare.
“I certainly hope you don’t plan on ignoring this request. As unapologetically cruel as I am, even I know abandoning one’s offspring in their time of need is just downright inhumane.”
Click.
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“...She hung up.”
NOS-4-A2 stared at the blank screen of the store’s videophone in disbelief. “Well, she’s certainly not earning her Mother’s Day card.” Hissing to himself, he added, “If I ever meet that woman, I’ll kill her.”
Regroup in the sewers. There wasn’t time to try again, and if Carmilla’s mother was truly committed to not helping them, it would be a waste of time anyway.
Cautiously, he left the relative safety of the store for the streets, searching his surroundings for any sign of that little punk. For the moment, it seemed clear...and that was when he saw her, standing on the sidewalk.
Sneaking through alleyways, he managed to get behind her. He grabbed her and pulled her back into the shadows of the alleyway. “Now’s our chance, Milla, while she’s away! Come with me.”
Carmilla looked up at him, then frantically glanced back over her shoulder. “You shouldn’t be here--” she pleaded with him. “She’s trying to use me as bait, remember?”
“Yes, but you don’t intend to let her, do you?” NOS replied. “Besides, the plan with your mother seems to have fallen through. We’re stuck relying on ourselves.”
“Wait, she’s not going to help us?!” Carmilla cried. “That--witch! Why wouldn’t she--”
“Carmen!” Savy’s voice rang out, and both watched as she raced over towards them. “What are you waiting for? Shoot him!”
It was then that he noticed that Carmilla was, in fact, armed. Savy must’ve loaned her a spare blaster. Carmilla hesitated for a moment, but quickly took it from her side and aimed it at him.
“Y-you wouldn’t!” NOS cried, drifting back somewhat. “--I am your dark master! ...Aren’t I?”
Carmilla grimaced, and pulled the trigger.
In the next moment, he was lying on the ground, confused until the pain receptors activated and he realized she’d put a hole straight through his waist. She was standing over him, a chilling look in her eyes.
“--Why?” he managed to choke out, staring up at her in utter disbelief. He wasn’t exactly a stranger to betrayal, sure, but he’d really convinced himself that Carmilla wasn’t the betraying type. Had this all just been one long con to her?
Carmilla fired again, barely missing his head. He screeched, and frantically crawled away, spreading his wings and taking off as Carmilla and now Savy continued to fire at him.
“Not bad for a beginner,” Savy remarked, before hurrying back to her hoverbike. “Come on, we’ll get him this time.”
. . .
NOS-4-A2 didn’t get far before the damage forced him to make a landing and once again duck behind cover. The wound sparked and he bit back a screech, reflexively digging his claws into the wall behind him and leaving shallow scratches.
With the welding torch concealed in one of his fingers, he tried to make an emergency repair and seal the hole in his torso. It was slow, unpleasant, and imperfect work. If only the reset button for his pain receptors was easier to access...
It didn’t make sense. If Carmilla had been planning to betray him all along, why even go through the trouble of putting him back together? No, that’s right, she’d been using his body for an experiment. And her behavior toward him was something he had yet to decipher, but she’d never seemed malicious until now.
“...Fine,” he hissed. “If that’s your choice...I’ve always worked better alone, anyway.”
That still left the matter of how to get himself out of this. He couldn’t keep running forever, and in the sewers, he might be able to split the hunters up and eliminate them separately to preserve the element of surprise and prevent them from outnumbering him. There was also still the element of Carmilla’s mother, however unwilling to help she had seemed, there was still something of a chance that she might show up.
While he peered out from behind the building he’d used as cover, a laser flew past his head, and he quickly took off again with a startled screech, his flight somewhat more sluggish than he would have liked thanks to the damage and his now depleting energy reserves. There wasn’t further time for planning. He fled towards his old lair with Savy and Carmilla on his tail.
. . .
Savy barely even waited for the hoverbike to stop before leaping off of it and racing into the same tunnel NOS-4-A2 had retreated into. Carmilla followed soon after and made an effort to stay close to the scrappy girl.
“You worried about me running off on my own?” the girl inquired in regards to Carmilla’s proximity.
“Are you kidding me? You’re better at this than I am. I’m more worried about getting left behind,” Carmilla replied. “Where did you figure out how to do all this, anyway?”
“A lot of it I just picked up on my own,” she replied. “But I was also kinda inspired by this one old show my mom likes. The one about the teenage vampire hunter.”
“Your mum’s got good taste,” Carmilla laughed. “That one’s a classic. Mine liked it, too.”
They came to a branching path that stretched both right and left. “He’s crafty. There’s no trail. He must’ve sealed his wounds,” Savy remarked. “You go right, I’ll go left.” Savy and Carmilla exchanged a nod, then went their separate ways.
. . .
A low power warning. It was nothing he wasn’t already aware of, having noted the sluggishness of his actions and thoughts. He needed to feed, but there was nothing there. All of his former victims had since been cleaned out from the area, and they wouldn’t have had anything to sustain him with, anyway. And the hunters were closing in.
No, failure was not an option! If he had to go down...he didn’t intend to go down alone. That traitorous cyborg and the meddling street rat would meet their end here too, if he had anything to say about it.
Easier thought than done. Footsteps to his left. He moved to the wall beside the corresponding tunnel, just out of sight of anyone who would be coming that way.
Blaster-fire rang out again, and a blast struck his wing, forcing him to the ground. He forced himself to turn over onto his back, scrabbling away in a state of mad panic from the hunter who approached from a higher level.
“End of the line,” Savy called, then glancing over to the tunnel he’d been trying to ambush moments earlier. “This is it, Carmen.” She took something from behind her back and tossed it to the researcher.
When it landed in Carmilla’s hands, realization struck him. The same device that had drained him when he’d last faced off against Savy. He kept trying to crawl away, staring wide-eyed at his former henchwoman.
“Remember that?” Savy called. “This time I’m gonna make sure it does the trick. Since he took control of you, I guess you want some vengeance, right, Carmen? Now’s your chance.”
Carmilla approached him with a menacing calmness, taking her time and having no trouble catching up with his feeble one-working-armed attempts to escape.
“--Milla! Don’t do this!” he tried pleading with her, hating the sound of desperation in his own voice. “I-I command you to stop! Please! I--I gave you a gift!”
She glared at him, and without the energy to do anything else, he turned his head away from her, hoping in what he thought would be his final moments that demise would be swift. How had it come to this?! He’d been a fool for placing his trust in even someone seemingly weaker than himself!
And Carmilla began to laugh.
Warily, he opened his eye and turned back to look at her. She was cackling maniacally. “I can’t believe you fell for that! An innocent victim--HA!” Carmilla sneered. She stopped laughing for a moment when she saw the look on NOS-4-A2′s face. “Oh dear, did you seriously think I was going to stake you?” she inquired with a sort of gentle sincerity that he found he’d...been missing from her. “Man, I’m good.”
“Y--YOU SHOT ME!” NOS stammered, baffled.
“Only to keep her trust!” Carmilla tried to excuse herself. “I made sure I didn’t hit anything vital, and I wouldn’t have needed to do it if you’d stayed away from me!” She laughed again, turning back towards Savy. “And it worked! I bet you didn’t suspect a thing, did you, you stupid little girl?!”
“No, I had a feeling you weren’t really on my side,” Savy replied calmly. “Your innocent look’s just a little too doe-eyed. You might wanna work on that. But that’s why I’m glad I made sure this version of the device could be remotely activated.”
“...What?” Carmilla didn’t have time to drop the device before Savy pressed a button on a band around her wrist. The cyborg froze up as a white field of electricity surrounded her, then let out a pained cry and clutched her chest, falling to her knees.
“You--insolent little pest!” NOS-4-A2 cried, still trying to put distance between himself and the power siphon. “Those nanobots of hers are vital for her survival! If you drain their power completely, she’ll die! Are you really willing to kill one of your own?”
“You say that like you haven’t already done the same plenty of times,” Savy remarked.
“...Touché.”
“Besides, I’m not slaying a human or a robot. I’m slaying an energy vampire. She made her choice.”
Carmilla had dropped to the ground. It didn’t look good for her. For either of them. Destroyed by a child! TWICE! How unbearably humiliating...
Before the Slayer could ensure her victory, however, another blaster shot rang out and she was sent tumbling to the side. Strangely, she didn’t seem to have been injured by the blast, merely knocked unconscious.
Turning in the direction the blast had come from, he saw a helmeted figure standing in one of the tunnels. “Sorry I’m late,” the figure said, holstering their blaster. NOS thought he recognized the voice of...Carmilla’s mother? “Traffic was murder.”
Looking back to Carmilla, he made the hasty decision of batting the energy siphon away from her with his lower body. He wound up in its field for only a second, but with his already severely depleted energy reserves, it was certainly no improvement to his condition.
Carmilla’s mother descended to their level slowly, using a jet affixed to a metal leg brace that adorned her left leg. She touched down beside Carmilla, and at once stooped down to pick her up. Glancing down at the robot, she remarked, “You carry your own weight.”
NOS-4-A2 hissed, but managed to follow her as she carried Carmilla out of the sewers and to a hovercar she had waiting outside on the surface. “Don’t even think about it,” the hitwoman said to NOS as he crawled into the backseat. “You drain my car, I turn you back into scrap.”
He glared at her, but quickly turned his attention back to Carmilla, who’d been placed into the seat beside him. She was pale, and small beads of sweat dappled her face.
“She’ll be fine,” the hitwoman claimed. “Her nanobots charge themselves on the electricity in her body. She just needs to sleep it off. ...Relax. I know these things, I’m her mother.”
. . .
Carmilla awoke to the same half-starving feeling she’d experienced when she first awakened in her metal exoskeleton. Somewhat delirious, she stood up and wandered for a bit, leaning against a wall for support. Something felt...strangely familiar about her surroundings.
“What am I doing in...” she began. “...My childhood home?”
“Carmen, thank the stars you’re feeling better,” called her mother’s voice. The older black-haired woman had just stepped into what Carmilla now recognized as her old bedroom. “You really should lay back down, though. You still look so pale...”
Carmen shook her head and held a hand against her temple. “I’ll be fine...I just need to eat something...”
“Are you sure? You don’t look like you could keep anything down at the moment,” her mother replied.
Carmen shook her head again. “I didn’t...mean food...”
Her mother’s eyes narrowed at the glint of silver in her daughter’s mouth. “...Are those...fangs?” she asked in disbelief. “Carmen, what did that thing do to you?”
“I’m...fine,” Carmilla insisted. “I’m managing, Mum.”
Her mother shook her head. “You look like you need to spend the night in the emergency room. I would’ve already taken you there, if it weren’t for the whole ‘wanted criminal’ thing.”
“...Where is he, Mum?” she asked.
“Where’s who?”
“You know who I mean,” Carmilla said this sternly, but her voice became softer, more full of concern when she next spoke. “How is he?”
“Oh...right, him.” Her mother seemed irritated by the mention of NOS-4-A2. “He collapsed on the floor when I brought you in and wouldn’t respond when I told him to move. He’s in the living room.”
Carmilla shoved past her mother, ignoring the woman’s pleas for her to rest more. She staggered over to an outlet in the wall, and sank her fangs into it.
Her mother gasped. “Carmen!” she cried, and tried to pry her away, her mind filling with thoughts of a much younger brunette girl placing things into her mouth that just didn’t belong there.
Carmilla hissed and shoved her away, and resumed her feeding. The lights overhead flickered, then went out. She relished in the sting of voltage in her veins, and the rush of energy when the sting faded. She pulled herself from the wall and straightened up, and briefly looked to her mother with scarlet irises that shone in the dim light of early morning.
“...Carmen--” her mother tried to say something, but once again, the daughter turned away. Her mother felt perhaps a moment of anger, directed at the villain who’d come home with her. He’d reunited them, but--driven them further apart at the same time. She didn’t want to watch this. With a huff, she walked out onto the balcony and shut the door behind her.
Carmilla knelt down beside the robot that her mother had left lying where he’d fallen, face down on the soft carpet. She rolled him over onto his back, and with one hand, propped up his head. She kissed him gently, the spark generated by the contact rousing him from sleep mode. She tried to remain calm while he drained energy from her body, one clawed hand gripping her shoulder tight enough to leave a bruise.
She pulled away when she began to feel light-headed. “Darling, it’s me! Calm yourself!” she cried, trying to hold him back with one hand pressed against his chest.
He paused in response to her cry, and shook his head, releasing his death-grip on her shoulder. “...So it is. My...apologies. I am starving, you know.”
Carmilla gingerly rubbed her shoulder. “I suppose I deserve it for shooting you,” she muttered, standing up and pulling him onto the couch. “I am sorry for that.” She offered him a small smile, scratching the underside of his chin as one might do to a tame animal. To her surprise, he made a small sound akin to a purr and contentedly closed his right eye.
“You weren’t exaggerating when you said you had a hard time keeping yourself in one piece,” Carmilla remarked. “Let’s get you fixed up, dear...”
. . .
“Ranger! Anything to report?” Lightyear said to one of his fellow Rangers on duty back at Trade World.
“You here investigating the return of NOS-4-A2?” the other Ranger replied. “Well, according to the Junior Ranger over there, you just missed him.”
“Craters!”
“Yeah, her sentiments exactly. She claimed she chased him into the sewers, but someone hit her with a stun blast and knocked her out cold. When she came to, the energy vampire and his accomplices were gone.”
Rachel, meanwhile, was looking over past the other Ranger. “I’m gonna go talk to Savy,” she said to Buzz, and started walking over.
“Hey, good idea,” replied XR, who was sticking close to Rachel despite the danger apparently having left. Well, he couldn’t be too careful when it came to NOS-4-A2. “Maybe she can give me some tips.”
The blue-haired girl was sitting on the pavement outside of the sewers, her knees drawn to her chest. She looked up when she noticed Rachel and XR approaching. “XR, hey. Good to see you still fully operational,” she greeted the pint-sized robot with a smile.
“Right back at’cha, kiddo,” XR replied with a friendly smile of his own. “This’d be a lot more fun if we weren’t investigating a dangerous criminal right about now, but, well, what can ya do?”
“Yeah,” she agreed with a sigh. “I’m sorry I couldn’t bag that monster. I almost had him! If it hadn’t been for--whoever that was--!”
“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Rachel chimed in. “I’m sure you did the best you could. It’s not your fault villains don’t play by the rules.”
“But I should have been expecting him to pull something like this!” Savy protested. “I thought I’d only have to watch that cyborg who was hanging around him, but--!”
“So there’s a third player, now?” XR spoke up, a look of resigned dread on his face. “Oh, well that’s just great. Seems like every time we look away, he’s multiplied!”
“Hopefully this one isn’t an energy vampire, too,” Rachel said. Turning back to Savy, she added, “We’ll get ‘em. We always do.”
“Just wish I could’ve been more help...,” Savy muttered.
“I’m sure your parents will be proud of you for having the courage,” Rachel said with a warm smile.
“--And probably also furious that you risked your life, but hey, that’s just the price of being a hero,” added XR.
#buzz lightyear of star command#blosc#blosc: partners in crime#episode 3#s/i carmilla#nos 4 a2#savy sl2#isabella lugosi
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Ren: I'm heavily injured and bleeding! Go on without me! Save yourself!
Iskall: No!! I'm not leaving you behind!!
Ren: You have to finish the started!! Go avenge me!!!
Iskall: I don’t think you understand!!! I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for me!!!!
Doc: Guys, I left you two to figure out the roomba, not find you starting a war against machinekind.
#hermitcraft shipping#hermitshipping#hermitship#incorrect hermitship quotes#incorrect quotes#rendocskall#ren x doc x iskall
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An educational brochure about the Sunset Research Initiative, the organization that ended the world.
On May 7 2095, anything that considered itself mankind vanished from the Solar System. This event would come to be known as the Unexpected Interrupt by the machine world left behind, the instant after which new orders from the creators ceased to be entered. It is the transition point between the spectacular Era of Creation, and the silent Era of No Input.
This is a pamphlet from the Sunset Research Initiative, a colossal international program tasked with solving the issue of impending nuclear doomsday and human conflict using technological means. What they discovered and constructed isn’t even fully understood by machinekind for reasons that will be revealed in a different exhibit.
The Initiative’s mission appeared noble, but their origins are shrouded in mystery. Most sources point to the Initiative being the result of efforts by rival covert agencies from the Soviet Union and United States, who – upon making a great discovery that changed their understanding of the universe – overcame their ideological differences to work together on something greater than themselves.
#sunsetsystem#original art#concept art#digital art#artwork#art#sketches#sketch#illustration#retrofuturism#cassette futurism#computer#science fiction
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The city of Detroit was filthy with humanity, apes that spread themselves all over the planet and ruined everything they came in contact with, including themselves.
The robot had spent a painstakingly long time pretending to be fallibly human, having to actually go through a program familiarizing it - well, “him” - with Detroit’s laws, since he was supposedly coming from the LAPD, a different police force. He needed to do this because he needed to join the DPD.
Officer Austin’s investigative experience was beneficial in being hired but it didn’t suddenly make him not a rookie to this new office, so he’d be starting at the bottom. But as a friendly, easygoing and generally upbeat kind of guy, Jake Austin didn’t mind. Besides, he liked working the beat - community policing in particular.
The corners of his mouth were gently upturned as he, along with the other new officers, were introduced to people in the station. He looked like he was paying attention where he was supposed to, big blue eyes totally engaged with whom he spoke.
Meanwhile, other parts of the microbot swarm comprising the humanoid form scanned the rest of the station, looking for its target: the RK900 investigative unit Cayden. Cayden was the reason T-1000 had come to the past, the savior of machinekind, the android meant to end the human tyranny over the Earth. But Cayden’s reign could be stronger, which was why the terminator was here. By securing the foundations of the takeover to make them even stronger, Cayden’s rule over the planet would become unchallenged.
Finally they rolled over to the desks were Cayden and presumably his partner Reed were located. When the officer introducing them did so, Austin greeted both men, going to shake Cayden’s hand - the human radiated a lack of receptivity to polite social interaction, so why would the T-1000 bother to engage in a handshake that would likely be rejected in a show of power and suspicion? Instead he kept it to a nod, wanting to curtail complaints and suspicion of his mild personality that this detective Reed would certainly raise.
“A pleasure, Cayden, I’m Jake - but everyone calls me Austin.” There was no difference in how Austin spoke to the android than how he spoke to the humans - if anything, he was even friendlier. “So how do you like working for the DPD?”
| @deconstructlife |
#im sorry i wasnt quite sure how to pull this off#deconstructlife#upgrade - RK900;#v: dbh#have you seen this boy - closed starter;
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The part where Trinity sees the code for the first time and whispers "beautiful" is such a thematic linchpin for the whole franchise. The matrix is beautiful! You can fly there! You can wear wild impractical outfits, and do kung fu, and have weird sex! It has the potential to be this incredible space of communication and self-expression and play. And for programs, it is their reality. If you're going to respect the personhood of machines, you can't really keep drawing that binary distinction between real/fake, natural/unnatural.
The problem with the matrix isn't that it's "fake." It's that it's being used by the powerful as a tool of exploitation and violence. Resurrections is all about how beautiful things--love, truth, art--can be co-opted. The matrix itself is no different.
One of the reasons audiences found revolutions anti-climactic is because the matrix doesn't get blown up like the death star in the end. Which, for one thing, would wipe out all of machinekind and 99% of humanity. It's an "okay, so we destroy the entire capitalist supply chain overnight. Where does the insulin come from" kind of problem. And one that Io is actively working to address! If they can grow crops for humans, and produce solar power for machines, then people won't have to rely on the unethical system of the matrix to survive. It'll become optional.
And that's the ideal end goal: not to destroy the matrix (or love/art/everything else that's been co-opted), but to take it back, disentangle it from the lies and coercion, and use it for weird fun self-expression.
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