| i haz title: speed-y-???-1 |
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  | written by Speeder on Apr 14, 2012 22:51 |
 | |  | | ![]() I was going to say something... But I prefer to see the results of L4 action first. | |  | |  |
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| written by Kristos on Apr 15, 2012 00:29 |
 | |  | | ![]() "Hurry, Cryo-R, you have to fill out your forms!"
I finish filling out my forms. | |  | |  |
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 | |  | | ![]() "Wow! Equipment!"
I take my equipment, and equip myself with it. I also open the Loyalty Transcript Recorder's case if possible, and examine it's condition. I then look around for any forms and/or pens that may be present, and examine those as well. | |  | |  |
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| written by Malkom on Apr 15, 2012 04:04 |
| | | | ![]() I try to resist. Hey, it's better to travel time than be mandatory! Think of the tech you'd see! I concentrate on those lovely, lovely techy images. | | | | |
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| a title is a curious thing... |
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 | | | | ![]() I smile at the sight of Jam-Y hugging a warbot.
Then I burst out laughing, hoping that nothing too bloody will come of it. The hugging, not the laughing.
At this thought, I stop laughing and go back to simply grinning, just in case my laughing will somehow upset the warbot. | | | | |
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| written by Gligar on Apr 15, 2012 16:45 |
 | |  | | ![]() Roadway, Industrial Subsectors
Jam-Y panics, and backs away…
..and then processes Speed-Y’s request. What? Hug the warbot? Well, must be worth a try…
He slowly approaches, and tries to give the warbot a hug.
This results in him getting a face full of gun. As well as a twitch from the warbot. “Step away!” it booms. “Do not attempt further contact!”
It also causes King-R to burst out laughing at the sight. He does catch himself after a moment, when he realises that it might set off the warbot.
L4-O also takes action, and tries issuing an abort code to the warbot.
There is a long pause, during which Speed-Y starts to say something… but thinks better of it.
“Incorrect access code,” the warbot reports. “”Analysis: possible CMT interference. Commencing firing solution.
It begins aiming its guns, and fires a couple…
…it missed!
Sven-O dives back inside the warbot. From inside, he can be heard calling out, “Something’s wrong!”
Cloning station, JHP Sector
Kris-R looks anxious to get underway. He insists that Cryo-R get a move on with those forms.
Of course, Cryo-R does everything but get a move on, an he inspects his equipment (so that’s where the key went), equips himself, and then opens and checks the recorder. The recorder is undamaged, and the tape is still mounted and set in position after Cryo-R’s last (only) recording.
He closes the recorder case, and looks around for forms and pens. The YELLOW has both, so he decides to inspect them. The forms seem to be customised versions of Post-Decanting Clone Release Forms, which incorporate most of the Suspicion of Mutation Form, the Mutation Registration Form, and the Voluntary Organ Donor Form. There are also elements of something else. Perhaps a new form?
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Happiness is Mandatory. Wouldn’t you like to be happy? Wouldn’t you like to scratch your nose? Wouldn’t you like to be The Computer’s Friend? The Computer Is Your Friend.
Mick-R continues to try and resist the subliminal messages, and even tries to think back at them, stating that time travel is better than being mandatory, since you get to look at technology.
The existence of time travel is a rumour. Rumours are a sign of unhappiness. Happiness is Mandatory. Wouldn’t you like to be happy? Wouldn’t you like to scratch your nose? Wouldn’t you like to be The Computer’s Friend? The Computer Is Your Friend. Happiness is Mandatory. Wouldn’t you like to be happy? Wouldn’t you like to scratch your nose? Wouldn’t you like to drink B3? Only loyal clones get B3. Wouldn’t you like to be loyal? Wouldn’t you like to be The Computer’s Friend? The Computer Is Your Friend…
An equally-puzzling location
“Sir, he’s talking back at the subliminals. The bot brain’s handling it, though.”
“He’s noticing them. Good. That’s the first step. Any progress on the electrics?”
“None, sir. Wait… there may be a fault.”
“Okay, skip them. Go straight to a level one brainscrub.” | |  | |  |
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| i haz title: speed-y-???-1 |
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| written by Speeder on Apr 15, 2012 17:28 |
| | | | ![]() "Everyone HUG THE WARBOT!!!!"
I run for it.
"Indeed it worked! The warbot is probably programmed to not shoot itself! Hug it, fast!" | | | | |
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| written by Jam on Apr 15, 2012 18:10 |
| | | | ![]() A warbot gone rogue? This might be a problem...
I back away from the guns, and call out to Speed-Y.
"What should we do?"
(edit: I didn't see Speeder's post, but I'll still do the same thing.
Also, I look towards Speed-Y with an expression of disbelief on my face. Has Speed-Y gone crazy?!) | | | | |
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| written by Kristos on Apr 15, 2012 20:08 |
| | | | ![]() "Here you are, sir. I hope all my answers are satisfactory!" I say with a (probably exaggerated) smile. | | | | |
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| | | | ![]() "Vatcrap! Was that the wrong access code... I'm... I'm not sure actually."
I try to go over it mentally. At least, while trying to dodge fire if the warbot is shooting at me. | | | | |
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| written by Gligar on Apr 15, 2012 21:26 |
| | | | ![]() Roadway, Industrial Subsector B
Speed-Y seems to have lost his mind… what other explanation would there be for him to suggest that everyone hug the warbot? He claims that it worked, though.
Notably, he runs off…
As does Jam-Y, who looks at Speed-Y in disbelief… and asks what they should do.
L4-O panics slightly… that was the wrong code! He goes over it in his mind…
…as the warbot starts firing again!
Everyone starts to dodge as best they can. Some of the survivors are unlucky, and fall dead..
Someone from inside the warbot calls out, “I’m trying to override! Maybe I can thr-”
“It’s not responding!”
Cloning station, JHP Sector
Kris-R finishes up his forms. He seems enthusiastic when he hands them back, as if he hopes that he can get away quickly.
The YELLOW starts looking over the forms as if he is channeling Cryo-R.. “Hmmm…” | | | | |
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| | | | ![]() While the Yellow is looking over Kris-R's forms, I take the pens. All of them. I use them to fill out the forms, presumably in a more efficient multi-pen manner. | | | | |
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| a title is a curious thing... |
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| | | | ![]() I see the guns firing and run into the nearest place that appears to be sheltered.
Puzzled, I peek out at the two yellows and wonder what they're up to, and why they did that. Seeing them still hugging the bot, though, I can't suppress a giggle.
"Well, at least the Junior citizens are safe... That would have been disastrous." | | | | |
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| | | | ![]() I pick up the knives, and store them for possible later use. I also pocket the ME card, but not before checking the identity.
That done, I move off with a good degree of caution. | | | | |
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| | | | ![]() "Execute override mode, Authorization... QKW-3-L1G4-23456!"
"Override now!"
I continue trying to dodge the hail of megadeath.
If that fails, I try another tactic:
"Warbot! Cease actions at once, you have murdered innocent clones! You have violated your laws of programming! Friend Computer will hear of this if you do not cease IMMEDIATELY! | | | | |
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