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locked_down2018-08-12 11:24 am
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Awaken...
[ Everything still feels a bit hazy when you pull yourself out of bed this morning. Bed... not all of you may remember going to bed. It may take several long minutes for that feeling to die down. Several things may seem immediately wrong. But even if the basics are familiar-- there's a sort of uneasy feeling of wrongness that lingers as you come to. That feeling will probably never go away entirely.
Attached to your wrist is a small plastic wristband, almost like a watch, but without the numbers. Try as you might, it won't come off. For those of you who are familiar, it is designed with an uncanny familiarity to a Fitbit.
And then there's your current abode-- the room is fully furnished for one person-- and you are in fact alone, which may be a relief... or a great concern. The basics are all there: desk, lamp, bed, closet...
As the little things go though, it's almost completely bare of any personal flare. No personal effects at all...
With one exception.
On the desk sits a black tablet. And almost immediately after you find it, the thing starts going off one rapid fire 'ding' after another. Check it out and you will find several messages have popped up on the screen for you to scan through. The source and the content is... well. As questionable as everything else this morning I'd say. ]
[ It would seem that you have much to investigate. Perhaps discussing it with these "others" may be the most beneficial way to proceed for now. At the very least there is a promise of answers in the near future. Whether or not they'll be to your liking though... highly doubtful at this stage, really. But who knows! Going back to school (or to school for your first time) can't be so bad, right? ]
Attached to your wrist is a small plastic wristband, almost like a watch, but without the numbers. Try as you might, it won't come off. For those of you who are familiar, it is designed with an uncanny familiarity to a Fitbit.
And then there's your current abode-- the room is fully furnished for one person-- and you are in fact alone, which may be a relief... or a great concern. The basics are all there: desk, lamp, bed, closet...
As the little things go though, it's almost completely bare of any personal flare. No personal effects at all...
With one exception.
On the desk sits a black tablet. And almost immediately after you find it, the thing starts going off one rapid fire 'ding' after another. Check it out and you will find several messages have popped up on the screen for you to scan through. The source and the content is... well. As questionable as everything else this morning I'd say. ]
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[ It would seem that you have much to investigate. Perhaps discussing it with these "others" may be the most beneficial way to proceed for now. At the very least there is a promise of answers in the near future. Whether or not they'll be to your liking though... highly doubtful at this stage, really. But who knows! Going back to school (or to school for your first time) can't be so bad, right? ]
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No, Cyberlife isn't involved in this.
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Well, shit. Then you don't know what's going either, do you?
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[ too bad their social link isn't higher so connor can tell him his Real Problems ]
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[ It's cool, Hank feels weird talking to an android like he's a person but it could be worse. He could have poured out his drink! ]
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[ it's distressing. ]
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[ Hank releases a low whistle. ]
Damn. What good are you then?
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I apologize, Lieutenant. I can still sample and handle evidence and scan my environment, but my references are impaired like this.
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Gotcha. [ Hank nods, like it ain't no than. ] No access to the DPD database, no Cyberlife...
You can still read people's stress levels and that kind thing though, right? Puts us at a disadvantage, but I guess it could be worse.
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[ he didn't want to share his feeling he didn't have anyway ]
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Alright. What can you tell me about this place? Can you hook up to the tablets or some shit?
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[ he'll try it eventually ]
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[ He turns the tablet over. No logos or anything, but they do look pretty old. ]
Guess these aren't made by Cyberlife for once. That, or they could give you a virus or something.
[ Connor has firewalls, he'd probably be fine. ]
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[ always use protection ]
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[ Gotta love technology! ]
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[ accidentally breaks the table from the force of the interfacing sorry ]
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What's the worst that could happen? You break it?
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[ Wow. That was almost not awful. ]
I mean, if you break down here, it's not like Cyberlife's gonna send a new one, right?
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I don't know what would happen.
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[ Pause...... ]
So you know, maybe don't jump in front of any bullets or whatever.
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Understood.
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[ He gets up in his space because Connor is an android!! Androids don't need personal space. ]
If there's only one of you here, that means you're not replaceable. And I don't know the rest of these fucks, but I at least know you're our best chance of getting out of here.
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I appreciate your confidence, but it's like you said - I'm useless like this.
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[ Oh, shit, did he hurt his feelings?? Androids don't have feelings!! But also Connor? Looks sad? ]
You've got your analyzers and shit, right? And you can still kick ass.
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I will perform those functions as best as I'm able.
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