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Entry tags:
- !event,
- ace attorney: apollo justice,
- digital devil saga: serph,
- fallout: arcade gannon,
- fear & hunger 2: levi,
- malevolent: john doe,
- persona 3: akihiko,
- persona 5: goro akechi,
- rwby: blake belladonna,
- rwby: yang,
- songs for the dusk: v (oc),
- sonic the hedgehog: shadow,
- star wars: r0-gr,
- the murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- werewolf by night: jack russell
FEBRUARY EVENT LOG
The Convoy begins a slow path through the forest, and a long road winding between the trees. The vegetation hangs thick overhead, with a perpetual state of dim light hanging over the surroundings. Sunlight and moonlight both have a hard time piercing the gloom. And alongside that is a sense of danger looming in the shadows.
01: DEPARTURE/MINGLE
Dawn arrives after a long and demanding night. As wane sunlight leaks through the forest, the forcefield flickers out. In its place, the Convoy hums to life. Engines thrum, breakfast appears in the dining car, and the speakers crackle with a pre-recorded, automated voice.
“The Convoy will depart in three hours. Please ready yourself for the trip. Secure your belongings, prepare your vehicle, remain as human as possible. End destination… Nirvana. Repeat, the Convoy will depart in three hours.”
The recording drones on a loop, before fading out in a crackle of static. Before departure there’s a few matters to attend to, some more pressing than others:
+Breakfast consists of bland porridge. Some might want better food, and with a decently stocked kitchen, one can make better.
+The showers have lost any hot water. Surely there’s some way to fix the heater or provide some hot water? Or otherwise grumble through a cold shower.
+There’s plant growth where the Husks have been felled. Flowering vines grow over the Convoy, and need to be pruned for departure. The foliage has an odd effect if directly touched, instilling wanderlust and curiosity. The affected feel compelled to wander… Or be curious about others!
“The Convoy will depart in three hours. Please ready yourself for the trip. Secure your belongings, prepare your vehicle, remain as human as possible. End destination… Nirvana. Repeat, the Convoy will depart in three hours.”
The recording drones on a loop, before fading out in a crackle of static. Before departure there’s a few matters to attend to, some more pressing than others:
+Breakfast consists of bland porridge. Some might want better food, and with a decently stocked kitchen, one can make better.
+The showers have lost any hot water. Surely there’s some way to fix the heater or provide some hot water? Or otherwise grumble through a cold shower.
+There’s plant growth where the Husks have been felled. Flowering vines grow over the Convoy, and need to be pruned for departure. The foliage has an odd effect if directly touched, instilling wanderlust and curiosity. The affected feel compelled to wander… Or be curious about others!
02: HAUNTED GROVE
The trees grow into a tangle just a few paces off the road. They almost envelop the buildings, absorbing the structures until only the roofs are visible. The branches become more twisted, and almost arm-like when reaching out to you.
Vines hang like nooses from the trees. And a closer look shows moss ridden Husks draped in the branches. Still, those who ignore those ominous signs can find supplies growing and hanging from the branches; repair materials, and unnerving types of food like canned ham and frozen pizza.
And then… There’s the effect from staying in the shade of the trees for too long. There’s a lethargy that clings to you, even as it eases the changes wracking your body. Resting underneath the grove can heal a Drifter of one change, and leave them feeling soothed… But all of this is by design. The grove WANTS you to stay there and become a part of it, so that it can ensnare you with vines or absorb you into trees. It can restore Drifters, but if they stay there for too long they’re going to need some rescuing.
Vines hang like nooses from the trees. And a closer look shows moss ridden Husks draped in the branches. Still, those who ignore those ominous signs can find supplies growing and hanging from the branches; repair materials, and unnerving types of food like canned ham and frozen pizza.
And then… There’s the effect from staying in the shade of the trees for too long. There’s a lethargy that clings to you, even as it eases the changes wracking your body. Resting underneath the grove can heal a Drifter of one change, and leave them feeling soothed… But all of this is by design. The grove WANTS you to stay there and become a part of it, so that it can ensnare you with vines or absorb you into trees. It can restore Drifters, but if they stay there for too long they’re going to need some rescuing.
03: WRECK
There’s a collection of abandoned cars in the forest clearings. Some cars are better preserved than others, some even containing cargo, weapons, and ammo, with a possibility to scavenge equipment off them…
…If not for the traps, set around the wreckage in the form of steel jaw bear traps and snares. All of them are coated in something that leaves the vision blurry and sets hearts into overdrive. If exposed to too much of it, there’s suddenly a reason for that near panic; hallucinations of fears can easily flare up.
There’s also things prowling the wreckage on four metallic canine legs, with gleaming chrome teeth and red headlights for eyes. The guidance computers on nearby vehicles flash an alert as they draw close; identifying them as chromehounds, though these have seen better days. Dented, damaged, but still fierce enough. And still ready to pounce on anyone caught in the traps or drugged with fear toxin.
While the chromehounds can be dispatched, the fear toxin will have to run its course. Closer examination of the hounds and traps shows an insignia of a sword piercing the moon.
…If not for the traps, set around the wreckage in the form of steel jaw bear traps and snares. All of them are coated in something that leaves the vision blurry and sets hearts into overdrive. If exposed to too much of it, there’s suddenly a reason for that near panic; hallucinations of fears can easily flare up.
There’s also things prowling the wreckage on four metallic canine legs, with gleaming chrome teeth and red headlights for eyes. The guidance computers on nearby vehicles flash an alert as they draw close; identifying them as chromehounds, though these have seen better days. Dented, damaged, but still fierce enough. And still ready to pounce on anyone caught in the traps or drugged with fear toxin.
While the chromehounds can be dispatched, the fear toxin will have to run its course. Closer examination of the hounds and traps shows an insignia of a sword piercing the moon.
03-A: MONSTER NEST
Hostile beasts lurk in the woods. Many are cautious, nocturnal creatures that prefer to emerge at night, and hunt any Drifter who has strayed outside the reach of the Convoy forcefield.
A massive monster nest dwells in a crumbling, abandoned overpass in the middle of the forest. The Convoy does its best to give the area a wide berth, but it’s entirely possible Drifters might still stumble across it: particularly if some of the more annoying creatures like Great Jagras steal food and take it back to the den.
Many of the beasts make their dens in abandoned vehicles littering the overpass: Jagras and Slicemargl take up the better spots, while noxicaps and scavengers linger on the fringes. But the most territorial are the mutant bears, occupying the darker parts of the underpass.
A massive monster nest dwells in a crumbling, abandoned overpass in the middle of the forest. The Convoy does its best to give the area a wide berth, but it’s entirely possible Drifters might still stumble across it: particularly if some of the more annoying creatures like Great Jagras steal food and take it back to the den.
Many of the beasts make their dens in abandoned vehicles littering the overpass: Jagras and Slicemargl take up the better spots, while noxicaps and scavengers linger on the fringes. But the most territorial are the mutant bears, occupying the darker parts of the underpass.
04: SHRINE
The moon glows balefully overhead some nights. An eerie light glows across the sky, like a burning aurora that exacerbates any symptoms the Drifters have picked up this month. Sometimes the trees help to muffle this maddening light. But not always.
There is however a remedy that blocks out the light; dotted near the road or just off the forest paths are shrines carved from stone and wood. The aurora dims near these shrines, and offers breathing room. Small offerings dot the alters, and some are even medicines that can alleviate hallucinations, wanderlust, and the like.
But there’s a price for taking these offerings; the various candles dotting the shrines ignite, flames reaching for the intruder, and burn either a monster change, or a message into their skin. It’s equal odds which one a Drifter receives. The message fades in the span of the month, but offers cryptic words regarding the world, and can be logged in the Convoy database.
There is however a remedy that blocks out the light; dotted near the road or just off the forest paths are shrines carved from stone and wood. The aurora dims near these shrines, and offers breathing room. Small offerings dot the alters, and some are even medicines that can alleviate hallucinations, wanderlust, and the like.
But there’s a price for taking these offerings; the various candles dotting the shrines ignite, flames reaching for the intruder, and burn either a monster change, or a message into their skin. It’s equal odds which one a Drifter receives. The message fades in the span of the month, but offers cryptic words regarding the world, and can be logged in the Convoy database.
05: STASIS WARNING
Pockets of something… Wrong lurk on the road, or just off the path. Many of them are lined with Husks twisted into horrified expressions. Others are little more than a faint distortion and ripple in the air. But once a Drifter wanders into the pockets, the effects become all too clear.
The pockets are alarmingly still when stepped inside. This stillness tries to seep into anyone in the pocket, making them stiffen, their thoughts go sluggish and almost halt… But the Sigils on their skin dispel this before it can completely overtake a Drifter. Sigils disperse the field with explosive results; bursts of fire or electricity, surges of plant grown, rock explosions all burst as the field is dispelled.
The one warning for these pockets are strange symbols and the words ‘STASIS’ inscribed on rocks, trees, and signs around these pockets, warning about them. A couple crisscross the roads needed to take out of the forest. It seems that a Tough vehicle could easily wade in and survive the explosions of magic, while a Fast vehicle would be capable of outracing any trouble… While those on foot will need to hope for the best, or for fast healing.
The pockets are alarmingly still when stepped inside. This stillness tries to seep into anyone in the pocket, making them stiffen, their thoughts go sluggish and almost halt… But the Sigils on their skin dispel this before it can completely overtake a Drifter. Sigils disperse the field with explosive results; bursts of fire or electricity, surges of plant grown, rock explosions all burst as the field is dispelled.
The one warning for these pockets are strange symbols and the words ‘STASIS’ inscribed on rocks, trees, and signs around these pockets, warning about them. A couple crisscross the roads needed to take out of the forest. It seems that a Tough vehicle could easily wade in and survive the explosions of magic, while a Fast vehicle would be capable of outracing any trouble… While those on foot will need to hope for the best, or for fast healing.
06: RADIO HOUR
After several days of travel, and around nightfall the Convoy approaches a resting point ringed in Husks. It resembles a log cabin, with some unnerving traits; first, the trees near the cabin become more rigid and geometric, almost like pylons. Second is the large radio tower growing out of the cabin itself. Once the Convoy is in range, the radios, phones, and screens all crackle to life. Screens display a broadcasting logo, followed by an emergency signal drone. Astute Drifters can check the dates that pop up, and realize that this is an old recording.
“Attention, this is an emergency broadcast. Seek shelter immediately. A moon warp is imminent. Repeat, a Moon Warp is imminent. Impact: falling moon shards will cause destruction and distortions. Prepare by seeking cover inside shields. Those caught outside will be twisted. Seek shelter immediately.”
Outside the Husks pulse, and the broken moon shimmers. Several bright spots in the sky grow brighter… And larger, as shards of moon fall. The Convoy comes to a wrenching halt. A warning siren echoes, before the Convoy deploys its shield. Those inside are safe from the worst of the Warp, able to hide out in the Convoy. Nothing like a good time to bond with whoever you’ve been shut in with, right?
“Attention, this is an emergency broadcast. Seek shelter immediately. A moon warp is imminent. Repeat, a Moon Warp is imminent. Impact: falling moon shards will cause destruction and distortions. Prepare by seeking cover inside shields. Those caught outside will be twisted. Seek shelter immediately.”
Outside the Husks pulse, and the broken moon shimmers. Several bright spots in the sky grow brighter… And larger, as shards of moon fall. The Convoy comes to a wrenching halt. A warning siren echoes, before the Convoy deploys its shield. Those inside are safe from the worst of the Warp, able to hide out in the Convoy. Nothing like a good time to bond with whoever you’ve been shut in with, right?
07: MONSTER HOUR
Those outside the Convoy will be in for a rougher time. The glow from the falling moon shards has a way of piercing into the brain and forcing a full transformation for as long as the Moon Warp lasts.
During the Warp, there’s plenty of trouble for Drifters. The Husks glow before bursting into a pack of violent, wolf-esque gryphons called Nargacuga, and a host of other beasts. These monsters favor scaling trees for dive attacks, or hauling Drifters up into the branches. But with their focus on the Drifters, the Nargacuga are easy prey for the chromehounds nearby, which pounce in a tangle and clash.
By dawn, the Warp has worn off. The Nargacuga are dead, while the chromehounds have been smashed. Transformed Drifters have two options in the aftermath; either they've burned off so much energy fighting they revert into an exhausted state. They will likely be suffering from disorientation and require rest, healing, and anchoring from others. Alternately, Drifters run wild ahead of the Convoy as something draws them north; they will have a chance to revert next month, in the Messages prompt!
During the Warp, there’s plenty of trouble for Drifters. The Husks glow before bursting into a pack of violent, wolf-esque gryphons called Nargacuga, and a host of other beasts. These monsters favor scaling trees for dive attacks, or hauling Drifters up into the branches. But with their focus on the Drifters, the Nargacuga are easy prey for the chromehounds nearby, which pounce in a tangle and clash.
By dawn, the Warp has worn off. The Nargacuga are dead, while the chromehounds have been smashed. Transformed Drifters have two options in the aftermath; either they've burned off so much energy fighting they revert into an exhausted state. They will likely be suffering from disorientation and require rest, healing, and anchoring from others. Alternately, Drifters run wild ahead of the Convoy as something draws them north; they will have a chance to revert next month, in the Messages prompt!
07-A: MONSTER BRAWL
One particularly large and ferocious Nargacuga leads the pack of monsters… And seems to have a particular hatred for technology. He attacks the radio tower, doing his best to knock it down, and then strikes at the Convoy only to be deflected by the shields. Once he’s deflected, he vents his rage on the Chromehounds.
The radio picks up something from the lead Nargacuga each time he bleeds, and a patchy broadcast happens, with different fragments heard by different people:
1. “Serenith has ordered. I obey. Obliterate every trace of Wardens, cull their human flock. Justice for the packs they murdered.”
2. “Keep bleeding them until the moon Breaks, just like she ordered.”
3. “They gave me a place and a pack, where I could hunt.”
4. “Be ruthless. The Steel Wardens aren’t different, with the children they cull.”
5. “Hate… Loss… Blood. Always more blood.”
In its death throes the Nargacuga obliterates any remaining Husks, littering the area with quicksilver pools. Drifters must be careful around these pools, as contact with them will cause all pre-assigned monster traits next month to linger without special treatment.
The radio picks up something from the lead Nargacuga each time he bleeds, and a patchy broadcast happens, with different fragments heard by different people:
1. “Serenith has ordered. I obey. Obliterate every trace of Wardens, cull their human flock. Justice for the packs they murdered.”
2. “Keep bleeding them until the moon Breaks, just like she ordered.”
3. “They gave me a place and a pack, where I could hunt.”
4. “Be ruthless. The Steel Wardens aren’t different, with the children they cull.”
5. “Hate… Loss… Blood. Always more blood.”
In its death throes the Nargacuga obliterates any remaining Husks, littering the area with quicksilver pools. Drifters must be careful around these pools, as contact with them will cause all pre-assigned monster traits next month to linger without special treatment.
MICRO ENCOUNTERS:
PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.
Radio Trees: A strange line of geometric trees leading towards the radio tower cabin. The closer a Drifter gets, the more they can hear faint music and old broadcasts regarding moon phases.
Hunting Grounds: An area of burnt out husks that have already burst open. There’s a few monster carcasses scattering the area, along with broken weapons and bullet casings. A symbol has been carved into the monsters, or a moon pierced by a sword.
Forest Flowers: A clearing that lacks the grasping trees from before, and instead is taken up by crystalline flowers. They give off a pleasant fragrance, and help to relax characters. Can be crushed into a medicine to help cure long lasting fear toxin effects.
Falling Trees: Drifters are advised to be careful of falling trees obstructing the road, and which may need to be hacked through. Granted, what’s knocking over the trees is another question entirely!
Lakeside: streams and rivers thread the forest, occasionally creating marshy areas. These rivers eventually feed into a massive lake that borders the radio tower cabin. The water is cloudy, and the bottom of the lake covered with the remains of destroyed chrome hounds: they’ve clearly been torn apart by the nargacuga prowling the area.
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Not for long, admittedly. She'd only been able to manage one chapter before she'd needed to get back to helping people, but those ten minutes of quiet had been invaluable. ]
No, I've still got about half to go on that one, and a bunch more I haven't read yet.
But I prefer paper books over ebooks.
And I was thinking that if we found any history books in this place, they could be really useful.
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They're not going to leave everything we need to know sitting around unprotected.
[Except in those Shrines, but SecUnit hasn't stumbled into one of those, or the writing that they leave.
The books, though - paper just seems fucking weird, on top of being the kind of thing Preservation would lose their minds over. Reading is already so slow for humans, how much slower would it get if they don't have an interface or display surface to do it on?]
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Whoever brought us here is so powerful they'd even remove all the useful things from the world, or at least along the road we're traveling?
That's a pretty big theory.
[ Jeez. Blake has been assuming there's some kind of person or people or force behind this, but she hadn't been thinking that big. ]
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[Promising start.]
But from the looks of this place you don't just leave something important lying around. You find a vault or secure data storage or you teach it to an oral historian and you don't let it get rotten.
And we'd still have to figure out where to look. Aside from "Nirvana."
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Whatever happened here, it was obviously catastrophic.
Maybe even to the level of an apocalypse.
If there were any sort of organized force that valued history, they would gather up important materials before they could be destroyed.
[ Blake doesn't exactly trust the whole Nirvana thing, but then, authority figures haven't proved themselves very trustworthy lately. So maybe she's the paranoid one. ]
Maybe the moon warp is what happened.
If it's a world-wide destructive natural or unnatural phenomenon, that would definitely throw a world into chaos.
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This doesn't look like failed terraforming, but there's plenty of ways humans can fuck up a planet. They don't have the resources that should have let them bring us here though. So something else is going on.
[It suspects... well. The transformations that first night say a lot. It's trying not to freak out about more alien remnants.
In the background, it pauses its audio drama and starts up an old favorite of Sanctuary Moon. And - speaking of. Dodge the topic?]
I have personal media storage. Some of it's Corporate shit but some is okay.
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Huh. She'll have to ask it about space travel sometime. ]
I'm not too familiar with magic, but if I had to guess, this world's destruction might be a case of magic gone wrong.
The moon shards, the monsters, the way we were summoned here, none of it seems... natural?
[ And then: ]
What kind of media? :O
[ Behold: Blake Belladonna getting comfortable enough to start using emojis. ]
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[It's glaring down at its phone now. Ugh. Humans. Could it at least have its scientists back, they don't resort to silly explanations like magic. Unless they're joking.
But: conversation saved by emoji. And media sharing. Sharing these is, in its experience, a good way to at least get downloads in return.]
More than 800 hours of serials, music, books, and live performance recordings.
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I only found out recently, though.
[ And she still hasn't totally adjusted, if she's being honest. She'd been trying, and then she'd gotten shuffled off into a whole new world. So. ]
800 hours!
Wow, I wish I had that much on my Scroll.
You must be from a pretty advanced society.
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... I guess. [Okay, it guesses it's weird to just happen to have that much at hand. So. Lie? Only one that's not really a lie.]
Security consulting involves a lot of sitting around while nothing happens, so I keep the files.
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I wish I had more books on my phone, but honestly, I haven't had much free time lately, so buying more never really occurred to me.
I didn't realize I'd be getting pulled into a world where I had to drive for ages.
Oh! Actually, I did just find a bunch of music, do you want some?
It's not digital, though, you'd have to play it in your vehicle.
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[Music isn't its favorite, but it's 1. better than nothing and 2. a good way to actually get in humans good graces. Oh, and 3. It wants to be top of the list if anyone finds something more than just music.]
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Do you want gothic metal, alt rock, or a compilation that starts with a song called Bootylicious?
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The others, though - those take some deliberation. Usually it would dive into the feed to access samples and make a judgement that way, but if it had the Feed it wouldn't need to choose between, because Blake could just send it both files.]
The metal.
What fiction tags do you prefer. I've got informational, adventure, horror, historical, and a few others.
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And romance, if you've got any.
Next time we're stopped, I'll come by with the metal CDs I found.
I'm actually hoping we can keep finding more and more music, since wrecks on the side of the road seem to be fairly common.
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A few. I'll stop next to the sleeping trailer.
[That's a sensible place to meet, right? And it's not the one with food, so it can use the excuse of going to rest if Blake tries to offer it something.
Regardless of any second-guessing it might have, by the end of the day of driving, SecUnit keeps its promise to stop by the Convoy car. It's left its ATV for the moment, though it's kept the helmet, and is just... standing by one of the Convoy's entrances, like it's on guard despite the way it's occasionally shifting its weight from foot to foot or checking the clunky phone it took from its vehicle.
Harder to recognize this way, unless Blake connects the jacket and its shredded sleeve to the strange scythe arm of the first night.]
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The problem is, she can't immediately spot SecUnit. There's a guard? Oh--
No, wait, she recognizes the jacket. It's wearing a helmet, though, no wonder she didn't immediately spot it. She probably would have been faster if she still had her night vision. Ugh. ]
Delivery for metal music!
[ Blake is still the serious, reserved person it met not long ago, but there's a lightness in her voice this time. An introvert has identified a fellow introvert and feels more comfortable in its presence. ]
A lot of it's gothic metal and nu metal, so I hope that's the type of metal you're into.
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(Metal definitely won't be its favorite, but that won't stop it from saving its own proper files of the music anyway).
It's helmet turns in her direction, but it doesn't take it off or lift the visor.]
Fine. Where do you want your books?
[It didn't catch anything like a Feed interface on her, but it's having a harder time telling, right now. Also, while it's thinking about it...]
What did you find in the Convoy. [... Look it's maybe holding out for a MedSystem it somehow missed. There won't be one, but - still.]
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On here, please.
[ The question takes her a moment to place-- right, she'd offered to explore the convoy with it. It obviously has an excellent memory for conversations. ]
There's a lot in there. Entire train cars dedicated to bedrooms, bathrooms, and living areas. There's a kitchen, but it only seems to serve pancakes and porridge. A med bay. There's one with little spaces that seems like they might be for shops-- oh, and a bar, too, though nobody's tending it.
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Some of that it had found - the bedrooms, the medbay. The rest is at least good to know, but - ]
Who the fuck supplies intoxicants when everyone needs to operate heavy machinery.
[Seriously? Seriously. From its deeply unsatisfied expression, it expects this to end terribly. Regular humans are bad enough, but intoxicated humans??]
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[ Blake's tone is dryer than a desert. It looks like SecUnit is familiar with the technology, even though she'd guessed it must be from a fairly high-tech place, maybe even more high-tech than her own home, though Remnant has also achieved mechanical beings with realistic exteriors. Her Scroll -- the phone -- works on hard light Dust, with the screen being semi-transparent and all the hardware tucked into a rectangle at the bottom that projects the hard screen, but it's functionally the same as other smartphones she's seen. ]
I noticed that some of the train cars change when we're driving -- they expand when we're stopped, I think. So I'm hoping that the bar just isn't accessible when we're driving.
[ Mostly, she's just interested in seeing how SecUnit is going to transfer the files. Is it going to pull a cord out of its arm? Or can it do wireless transfers? ]
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At least it'll be easy since it's small. Still - the process involves peeling back some of the organic skin from the components underneath. It... at least angles its arm so it's not just doing this right in front of Blake, and it doesn't seem to hurt?]
Being accessible before is bad enough. [It's going to have to go inspect the bar, isn't it.]
I have twenty-eight books that meet your criteria. Do you want all of them?
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Yes, please. That'll keep me busy for a while.
[ Blake can't quite tell what SecUnit is doing -- its angled its arm away, and her night vision isn't good anymore, but she can catch a glimpse of it seemingly peeling its skin back. Blake hurriedly looks away, not wanting to look like she's staring.
She can't help but be curious, though. The only sentient robot she's met before was Penny, and Penny was unique in their world; a mechanical being with synthetic skin and a synthetic soul. She wonders if SecUnit is the same, or if its world created a totally different kind of mechanical being. ]
If you don't mind me asking, what's your world like? [ Arms folded, she looks back at SecUnit -- at its helmet, this time, rather than whatever it's doing with its arm. ] It must be pretty advanced. On the other end of the spectrum, I've met some people here that didn't even know what a smartphone was.
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The romance is rather eclectic, the kind of collection amassed by someone who definitely doesn't have any kind of preferences around the hows or whats of the genre.
In the meantime, it has to puzzle over how to answer that question, because how do you measure relative tech, anyway? It shifts, slightly, under the staring - but the helmet helps.]
Relative to the technology here, most planets are. This looks like pre-CR historical tech. It's at least a hundred years out of date. I guess you could find something like it on some really old colony worlds, if they've survived being cut off.