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poly_chromatic2013-05-29 12:33 pm
immortal_machine) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-05-29 12:33 pm
Log 0x00000001: not again; video/action
(A futuristic-looking starship pod comes crashing down out of the sky. It's headed for the beach...barely missing the water, it skims the last few waves, plows over the sand, and leaves a trail of glass in its wake until its stabilizers manage to keep it from flipping and instead drop it roughly onto the dunes where it hisses and sparks and its lights die.
There is a voice from inside as a video feed clicks on...there's someone in here! Just one person, though. She is half-buried in a tangle of debris.
One hand reaches up to plunk itself onto the console, and she taps a few things in. Nope, no electricity. But then the hand brushes the device, momentarily obscuring the camera, and suddenly she seems to know what's going on.
She sits up, battered from the pod's landing, and claws long jet-black hair out of her face. Her eyes are a bright vivid green as they scan the area. A cut on her forehead is dripping, and she has a few bruises, but she looks mostly unharmed. Reaching for her device, she taps a few things into the system, then pulls a little wire from the back of her neck and interfaces with the device directly. Oh, the wonders of cybernetics!)
My pod...has crashed. I am in the City again.
Again. How infuriating that these flimsy 'gods' keep bringing me back. I assume now that it is a failure of the Von Braun's FTL drives. However, I have only two data points.
A brief analysis of the local network indicates that the local population is a chaotic collection of individuals from separate dimensions, collected together under the jurisdiction of a set of leaders of unidentified species. The network proper includes an unidentifiable amount of memory. Electric power levels are unknown. The data center's location is not available. Overall, the network status is indeterminate.
Of course it is. It was the last time. It seems like none of the meddling little insects here can meddle hard enough to get in the way of their overlords. I will put a stop to that.
The Network seemingly has not changed since the last time I was here. Access to 98.5% of my past stored data has been lost, but comparisons to the remaining 1.5% show similar functions but a slightly differing level of activity. Communications appear to have thinned; there may be fewer residents now.
I will have to search for possibly found exits in recent years, but it seems to me that this is simply a function of the City's bringing in fewer residents, not of any creatures having escaped.
A search of recent Network activity yields one resident from my dimension: Marie Delacroix.
She will know who I am, and will ruin my establishment as a valuable and powerful member of this place. I need to achieve my old status here again, and she will be a problem. Rebecca will be my identity until she is out of my way. I will contrive something on the Network to mimic dated activity by Rebecca for a short stay here, in case she searches for old records.
(Now she faces the camera, her expression relaxing, as if the adrenaline is bleeding away to yield weariness. She starts pulling herself together, and her voice has turned from breathless and sharp to something calmer.)
To all Network residents: I am Rebecca Siddons, of the starship Von Braun. A failure in our FTL drives appears to have shunted me...outside. Again. If you have any valuable information or advice about living here in the City now, send it to my communications device. Any information I once had is likely dated now...
There is a voice from inside as a video feed clicks on...there's someone in here! Just one person, though. She is half-buried in a tangle of debris.
One hand reaches up to plunk itself onto the console, and she taps a few things in. Nope, no electricity. But then the hand brushes the device, momentarily obscuring the camera, and suddenly she seems to know what's going on.
She sits up, battered from the pod's landing, and claws long jet-black hair out of her face. Her eyes are a bright vivid green as they scan the area. A cut on her forehead is dripping, and she has a few bruises, but she looks mostly unharmed. Reaching for her device, she taps a few things into the system, then pulls a little wire from the back of her neck and interfaces with the device directly. Oh, the wonders of cybernetics!)
My pod...has crashed. I am in the City again.
Again. How infuriating that these flimsy 'gods' keep bringing me back. I assume now that it is a failure of the Von Braun's FTL drives. However, I have only two data points.
A brief analysis of the local network indicates that the local population is a chaotic collection of individuals from separate dimensions, collected together under the jurisdiction of a set of leaders of unidentified species. The network proper includes an unidentifiable amount of memory. Electric power levels are unknown. The data center's location is not available. Overall, the network status is indeterminate.
The Network seemingly has not changed since the last time I was here. Access to 98.5% of my past stored data has been lost, but comparisons to the remaining 1.5% show similar functions but a slightly differing level of activity. Communications appear to have thinned; there may be fewer residents now.
A search of recent Network activity yields one resident from my dimension: Marie Delacroix.
(Now she faces the camera, her expression relaxing, as if the adrenaline is bleeding away to yield weariness. She starts pulling herself together, and her voice has turned from breathless and sharp to something calmer.)
To all Network residents: I am Rebecca Siddons, of the starship Von Braun. A failure in our FTL drives appears to have shunted me...outside. Again. If you have any valuable information or advice about living here in the City now, send it to my communications device. Any information I once had is likely dated now...
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[And no, Marie is not fond of talking about herself. Her reticence has increased in her time in the City.]
And we will 'ave to 'ave you cleared with security before you enter zhe building.
[Such a stickler.]
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I'm willing to wait. I look forward to seeing it functional, and to seeing what has happened with City Solutions since I left.
[Because no matter how hard she tries to be human, she can't muster 'thank you' to one of these things.]
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[Marie glances at her. She supposes she wouldn't be surprised, if Rebecca had worked on the Hydroponics deck.]
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No, but I followed their work.
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[She sounds annoyed by it. She is. Stark has come and gone, as have his CEOs, Marie is sick of it holding things up.]
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[Marie certainly wasn't going to step up.]
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I will take it, then. It is the only reasonable scientific powerhouse in the City.Penny's Welcome Center seems alive and well...I should stay there until I find a place, I assume.
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[Marie has never visited the Welcome Center. She was taken straight to the hospital upon arrival.]
Zhere is 'ousing available.
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[And she starts operating her device by hand, looking up free apartments. Granted, she wants her old City Solutions place back, but she needs to figure out who is running it and if she can get herself back in, first.]
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[But she's not going to do so outright. Marie stops poking over the crashed pod.]
Do you wish to wait 'ere while I bring zhe transport for zhe pod?
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