Post by Jakob on Nov 16, 2016 15:06:18 GMT -4
((MODULE = End of the World))
//JAKOB
That is my name… The words crossed a section of his heads-up display. Alongside the single line of text, multiple elements began to materialize. A motion tracker, systems diagnostics, and many complicated holograms that he could focus on or remove with a thought. His sensors- the systems he uses to replicate the five human senses- were still booting up.
The sound of liquified cryo fluid splashing began to fill the dead silence of the half-collapsed room, only to divert and focus on a drain in the centre of a slightly concave slab of flooring.
//YOU HAVE BEEN ASLEEP FOR…
…
For…
//YOU HAVE BEEN ASLEEP FOR 9999…
Jakob’s visual sensors finally went online. He began to see a very dark room. “Lights,” Jakob’s metallic voice flatly commanded. Nothing happened. Jakob turned to the computer he had set up across the room. “Light-“
The computer was not there. Instead, a chunk of ceiling had collapsed, filling that particular corner with crumbling cement and dirt. Without thinking, the android stepped out of the stasis tube, and subsequently collapsed.
//EJECTING CRYO FLUID
The interior of Jakob’s exoskeleton had been filled full with cryo fluid, and was subsequently forced out through the one main orifice the android had. He dropped onto his hands and knees as he purged the fluid from his systems. It was not painful at all- he was a robot- but he really wanted to examine the remains of the computer as soon as he could.
//EJECTION COMPLETE
“Note to self: change name of fluid ejection process,” Jakob wiped his mouth of residue with an armoured hand. With those same hands, the android got to work digging through the huge mess.
He eventually uncovered the first monitor. Unsurprisingly, it was smashed to pieces, good only for scrap and base materials. Jakob made a note to run diagnostics on the bunker and perform repairs to the infrastructure. First, however, he needed to find the most important aspect of the computer.
The large cases he used to house the many complex parts used to run the machine were heavily dented, but otherwise held strong against the cement. Jakob peeled the dented doors off and began rummaging through the interior. Eventually, he pulled out several solid state drives. They looked undamaged. “Oh thank goodness,” he sighed as his left hand began to shrink, and became enveloped in a glowing purple void. He slowly submerged each hard drive into the void.
As soon as he was done, Jakob flinched as he heard the sound of dirt and rocks rattling against a hard surface. The android jumped back in time for the sinkhole to give out once more, covering Jakob’s hard work with a fresh layer of earth and chunked cement.
It didn’t matter so much. The hard drives were secure. He can salvage, repair, and synthesize every other part later. Data was… a lot harder to replicate.
The rest of the room was in shambles, likely due to age, or exposure to the elements on account of the sinkhole. Most of Jakob’s tools were in drawers, and more important things were sealed in the vault, closer to the stasis tube.
Suddenly suspicious, Jakob opened the vault. Everything was as it was, thankfully… but it didn’t give any clues as to why the sinkhole occurred. The android and the doctor had built this place with their bare hands. They didn’t cut any corners in developing this heavily fortified bunker of a house.
Regardless, Jakob collected the items that were kept in the vault, which consisted entirely of weapons and ammunition. All of the powerful gear he and KPG developed before and during ascension was there. As he submerged each gun into the void, Jakob noticed an aged trenchcoat, trousers, and a wide-brimmed hat hanging off a hangar. The vault had locked all of these items entirely from the elements, and the contents were still in very good condition.
“I’ll need to confirm how long I’ve been out as soon as possible,” he made the note to himself as he stepped up to a large figure at the far end of the vault.
His personal Stylus mech sat dormant. Jakob rapped a knuckle on the machine and said “Wake up,”
There was no response.
“Come on, I build you myself, you can run on your own for fifteen years at least.”
No response.
//SCAN COMPLETE, POWER LEVELS AT 0%
“Either a faulty power supply, or…” Jakob examined the heavy-duty outlet that was hooked up to the mech. He pulled the plug and stuck an armoured finger into the socket. “No power, figures.” Jakob turned to the old clothes he hadn’t worn for a while. He slipped on the trousers, trench coat, and hat, and headed out of the vault. “Objectives: Determine date and time, restore power to Home, repair infrastructural damage.”
Supplies would be needed in order to accomplish the second two objectives. As for the first one, that only required walking outside.
After moving some of the intact furniture into the vault, the android sealed it up once more and stepped up the stairs. The stairs lead to the single-room "bungalow" that served as the exposed section of the bunker. When he arrived at the door and pushed, the door didn’t even budge an inch.
The android tried more physical means to force the door open, including the foot of justice. Nothing worked. Eventually, Jakob’s hands retracted to show the void, and he used both appendages to submerge the hinges and essentially separate the hinges from the doors at the atomic level. It was a dangerous and deadly ability that came with this ascended form, but it was very, very slow.
He pulled out all of the hinges, as well as the locking mechanism, and managed to pry the door out of it’s place. Jakob was then met with a wall of dead coral. Like stone, they held strong and impeded the android’s path.
This time, Jakob used the boot of justice to smash through the coral. Like dried stone, it cracked and crumbled with each hit. Without the door to cushion the blows, the dead coral flew into pieces, and the stairwell began to flood with blue light.
Light…? Wha- Jakob’s thought was cut short when he emerged from the hole he had produced.
The only remnants of the sofa were rusted metal parts. The TV was gone entirely. The only remnants of the old fire axe were a rust-covered head. Many of the essentials the upper floor of the bunker were missing or covered in dead coral. Evidently no one had discovered the lower section of flooring, since it was entirely covered in mutated overgrowth. This, of course, was nothing compared to the entirely demolished walls and ceiling, which were scattered in hundreds of huge chunky pieces across the fields behind the bunker. The fields around the slightly elevated bunker floor were damp, and better resembled a marsh. Instead of grass, there was sand and thick, suffocating ocean life.
The skyline of Tremorton was no more. Any remnants of the skyscrapers were missing windows, covered in rust, or had collapsed into misshapen piles in the middle of a shallow patch of ocean.
Silently, the android produced his pistol, loaded the weapon with a magazine, and headed towards the city. He needed to find out what time it was, now more than ever.
//JAKOB
That is my name… The words crossed a section of his heads-up display. Alongside the single line of text, multiple elements began to materialize. A motion tracker, systems diagnostics, and many complicated holograms that he could focus on or remove with a thought. His sensors- the systems he uses to replicate the five human senses- were still booting up.
The sound of liquified cryo fluid splashing began to fill the dead silence of the half-collapsed room, only to divert and focus on a drain in the centre of a slightly concave slab of flooring.
//YOU HAVE BEEN ASLEEP FOR…
…
For…
//YOU HAVE BEEN ASLEEP FOR 9999…
Jakob’s visual sensors finally went online. He began to see a very dark room. “Lights,” Jakob’s metallic voice flatly commanded. Nothing happened. Jakob turned to the computer he had set up across the room. “Light-“
The computer was not there. Instead, a chunk of ceiling had collapsed, filling that particular corner with crumbling cement and dirt. Without thinking, the android stepped out of the stasis tube, and subsequently collapsed.
//EJECTING CRYO FLUID
The interior of Jakob’s exoskeleton had been filled full with cryo fluid, and was subsequently forced out through the one main orifice the android had. He dropped onto his hands and knees as he purged the fluid from his systems. It was not painful at all- he was a robot- but he really wanted to examine the remains of the computer as soon as he could.
//EJECTION COMPLETE
“Note to self: change name of fluid ejection process,” Jakob wiped his mouth of residue with an armoured hand. With those same hands, the android got to work digging through the huge mess.
He eventually uncovered the first monitor. Unsurprisingly, it was smashed to pieces, good only for scrap and base materials. Jakob made a note to run diagnostics on the bunker and perform repairs to the infrastructure. First, however, he needed to find the most important aspect of the computer.
The large cases he used to house the many complex parts used to run the machine were heavily dented, but otherwise held strong against the cement. Jakob peeled the dented doors off and began rummaging through the interior. Eventually, he pulled out several solid state drives. They looked undamaged. “Oh thank goodness,” he sighed as his left hand began to shrink, and became enveloped in a glowing purple void. He slowly submerged each hard drive into the void.
As soon as he was done, Jakob flinched as he heard the sound of dirt and rocks rattling against a hard surface. The android jumped back in time for the sinkhole to give out once more, covering Jakob’s hard work with a fresh layer of earth and chunked cement.
It didn’t matter so much. The hard drives were secure. He can salvage, repair, and synthesize every other part later. Data was… a lot harder to replicate.
The rest of the room was in shambles, likely due to age, or exposure to the elements on account of the sinkhole. Most of Jakob’s tools were in drawers, and more important things were sealed in the vault, closer to the stasis tube.
Suddenly suspicious, Jakob opened the vault. Everything was as it was, thankfully… but it didn’t give any clues as to why the sinkhole occurred. The android and the doctor had built this place with their bare hands. They didn’t cut any corners in developing this heavily fortified bunker of a house.
Regardless, Jakob collected the items that were kept in the vault, which consisted entirely of weapons and ammunition. All of the powerful gear he and KPG developed before and during ascension was there. As he submerged each gun into the void, Jakob noticed an aged trenchcoat, trousers, and a wide-brimmed hat hanging off a hangar. The vault had locked all of these items entirely from the elements, and the contents were still in very good condition.
“I’ll need to confirm how long I’ve been out as soon as possible,” he made the note to himself as he stepped up to a large figure at the far end of the vault.
His personal Stylus mech sat dormant. Jakob rapped a knuckle on the machine and said “Wake up,”
There was no response.
“Come on, I build you myself, you can run on your own for fifteen years at least.”
No response.
//SCAN COMPLETE, POWER LEVELS AT 0%
“Either a faulty power supply, or…” Jakob examined the heavy-duty outlet that was hooked up to the mech. He pulled the plug and stuck an armoured finger into the socket. “No power, figures.” Jakob turned to the old clothes he hadn’t worn for a while. He slipped on the trousers, trench coat, and hat, and headed out of the vault. “Objectives: Determine date and time, restore power to Home, repair infrastructural damage.”
Supplies would be needed in order to accomplish the second two objectives. As for the first one, that only required walking outside.
After moving some of the intact furniture into the vault, the android sealed it up once more and stepped up the stairs. The stairs lead to the single-room "bungalow" that served as the exposed section of the bunker. When he arrived at the door and pushed, the door didn’t even budge an inch.
The android tried more physical means to force the door open, including the foot of justice. Nothing worked. Eventually, Jakob’s hands retracted to show the void, and he used both appendages to submerge the hinges and essentially separate the hinges from the doors at the atomic level. It was a dangerous and deadly ability that came with this ascended form, but it was very, very slow.
He pulled out all of the hinges, as well as the locking mechanism, and managed to pry the door out of it’s place. Jakob was then met with a wall of dead coral. Like stone, they held strong and impeded the android’s path.
This time, Jakob used the boot of justice to smash through the coral. Like dried stone, it cracked and crumbled with each hit. Without the door to cushion the blows, the dead coral flew into pieces, and the stairwell began to flood with blue light.
Light…? Wha- Jakob’s thought was cut short when he emerged from the hole he had produced.
The only remnants of the sofa were rusted metal parts. The TV was gone entirely. The only remnants of the old fire axe were a rust-covered head. Many of the essentials the upper floor of the bunker were missing or covered in dead coral. Evidently no one had discovered the lower section of flooring, since it was entirely covered in mutated overgrowth. This, of course, was nothing compared to the entirely demolished walls and ceiling, which were scattered in hundreds of huge chunky pieces across the fields behind the bunker. The fields around the slightly elevated bunker floor were damp, and better resembled a marsh. Instead of grass, there was sand and thick, suffocating ocean life.
The skyline of Tremorton was no more. Any remnants of the skyscrapers were missing windows, covered in rust, or had collapsed into misshapen piles in the middle of a shallow patch of ocean.
Silently, the android produced his pistol, loaded the weapon with a magazine, and headed towards the city. He needed to find out what time it was, now more than ever.