Awaken...

[lockdownmods]

[ 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. ]

meguman22922 ▼   X

meguman22922: mornin'! hope you slept well. meguman22922: orientation will be held in the main classroom in an hour. that's in the school building on the 1st floor meguman22922: but first you should introduce yourself. the others should be waking up about now too. meguman22922: you're in the dorms now, so dont forget to check the maps meguman22922: the tablet can help you with that. anything else, we'll get to at orientation. so! see you in an hour! :D

[ 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? ]

Comments

[sendintheclown]

An artificial life built for upholding law and justice?

[He takes a moment to think it over, and his face falls.]

How enviable, and how sad.

[preconstruction]

I can't do it on my own, if it makes you feel any better.

[ it doesn't really make him sad, of course, he's just an android. ]

[sendintheclown]

[He thinks for a moment.]

No, I don’t think it does.

[The poor creature couldn’t even do the thing he was built to do alone. What a cruel existence.]

Do you not share the sentiment?

[preconstruction]

I don't understand - you're unsettled by the idea of machines carrying out law enforcement [ which i Gets, there's some serious questions about robots interpreting reasonableness standards ] but you don't like the idea that I have a human partner.

[ this doesn't compute??? ]

[sendintheclown]

It's all very simple, really.

[He'll try to walk Connor through this, as futile an effort it may be.]

You are created to uphold law and justice, yet it's no decision you made, nor one you can break free from. Then you are made to have a human by your side.

[He laughs once, forced.]

Even I wouldn't make such a cruel joke.

[preconstruction]

Maybe it seems that way to you. But I am a machine, designed to accomplish a task. That's all that matters to me.

[ he has no feelings!! ]

[sendintheclown]

Nothing else would, would it?

[He sighs, but offers Connor a smile.]

That's the saddest, most enviable part.

[preconstruction]

It's alright. You don't have to be upset on my behalf.

[sendintheclown]

[He laughs, a light chuckle.]

Don't worry, I won't be.

[preconstruction]

[ hm, okay ]

Was there anything else I could answer for you?

[sendintheclown]

[Well, he does have one...]

Can you die?

[preconstruction]

Can something that isn't alive die?

[sendintheclown]

[That gets a laugh, albeit with slight bitterness.]

Your entire existence is a riddle.

[Though the rare kind that Gogol’s not sure he enjoys.]

[preconstruction]

I guess that's one way of looking at it.

[ not how he does though ]