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DOES THIS UNIT HAVE A SOUL? ||  APARTMENT 332 || AFFILIATED WITH ISOLA RADIALE

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My Robot, My Robot and Me

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It had only been an hour since Canti, Gamora, and Atom had began placing beacons. The mundanity of the entire task was peaceful enough for casual exchanges, mainly only between Canti and Gamora as Atom still needed rest and time to recover, but that didn’t stop him from commenting every now and then. Most of it had simply been…questions for Canti. Gamora had been asking him all sorts of odd questions that either he had no answer for or simply he had decided not to answer all together. Despite this he was more than happy to speak of his family back home as well as his new more recent family as well.

Abruptly at the peak of these satisfying conversations, Canti had notified the others of a signal he had began to pick up from the center of the city, which he displayed on his screen. He had began to broadcast what had began to be relayed to the rest of the island. There was footage of even some of the monsters being shown on his screen, although the party did see the affects of the buildings half materialized- the monsters had not been as densely packed as some other locations within the city.

The only problem Canti noticed was that the closest Construction Point lead deeper into the city, which meant more monsters. Had he just been with Atom, he’d be able to ferry him over by flying over most of the destruction. Canti unintentionally threw a worried look over to Gamora before making sure that his friend on his back was in a proper and comfortable position for what’s about to happen next.

The sudden change of atmosphere didn’t go unremarked after the beacons lit up, and then promptly shut down. The few remaining active turning an ominous red, on top of the terrifying announcements, killed all conversation immediately. Things were serious before, but now the stakes have doubled tenfold. Canti turned to Gamora and showed her something, but Atom couldn’t see. All he had to go off of was her reaction.

“Is it that bad?” Atom asked after seeing Gamora’s expression change. He was so caught up in the conversations they had that he completely forgot to suggest leaving the city altogether and heading to the border to wait this event out. He felt some anxiety well up in his chest realizing the gravity of what may happen next. It didn’t help that the beams emanating from the Construction Points only brought back memories of the years just after the End.

Despite his newly founded companionship with Gamora and Canti, part of him almost wanted to run (or rather, limp) away, just hide out somewhere for all this to blow over. Another part told him that he was as safe as he could be right here. In the distance he could hear the screams of other teams, his thoughts darkening considerably.

Atom was about to ask another question, when Canti shifted him around.

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“The Gang Learns how to Love.”

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zehoberian:

711robot:

He was relieved that Gamora was willing to help. He knew she was serious when she had told him that should this stranger try anything funny she would kill him on the spot prior to them helping Atom. So to see Gamora not use her speed and strength to snuff out Atom’s life was relieving, so much that it one was able to hear it in the form of random blips and beeps escaping Canit’s chassis. 

Canti moved away from Atom, positioning himself upright and keeping screen-eye contact with him before changing his screen to the past recording of the incident at The Hole that day. The recording shows that strange woman rising from The Hole, followed by a barrage of other worldly attacks on her, all proving ineffective. Then the video continued to show how others began to create teams as well as the instructions that came with them. 

There was even an instant in the video where one could even see a grumpy Gamora waddling over to Canti, and then planting herself next to him. With so much commotion it was hard to capture all of it, afterwords Canti displayed an image of Atom beneath an entire building’s worth of rubble.

[We had just picked our teams before finding you. It was hard to believe you were alive, but leaving you without a team would have meant death for you.]

Canti extended his arm out towards Atom sure enough he would be able to pick him up and place him onto his back again. Gesturing his hand to Atom to reach out for his own.

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𝓐rms crossed nonchalantly once again as the man took a moment to register the information he had been given, deep eyes scanning over his form briefly. She was not terribly familiar with robotic terran, but a normal terran would be rendered absolutely useless with the severity of the injuries he had sustained. On the other hand, who knew if this man was even a terran robot, but considering he appeared more terran than machine obviously proved something.

At his inquiry, Gamora turned to face Canti, curious about his misfortune as well. Fortunately for the two of them, Canti was equipped with that handy screen for a skull. The assassin cringed only faintly as the screen flickered with the image of a building collapsing on the machine whom stood before her– even though her body had been bio-genetically enhanced, she wouldn’t leave there with at least some injury.

Eyes followed Canti’s arm as he offered assistance to the machine. Gamora rolled her eyes briefly before taking a few glances around her.

❝ Are we just about ready? We still need to place the beacon. ❞

Gamora’s hand fell to the pistol that lay at her hip, prepared to leave.

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>Move Out.

This was more than he expected to learn, that’s for certain. His eyes unfocused and refocused on Canti’s screen, but he was able to get the gist of what happened. Seeing himself being discovered in the rubble confirmed, at the very least, that these two weren’t responsible for what happened to him, which made him feel a little safer. He was still troubled by questions, ones that, at this point, he was sure his saviors wouldn’t be able to answer. This business of beacon placing made him... nervous. The last time he saw anything comparable was on the news before the End; the Naturalists used planted beacons to pinpoint orbital strikes. Seeing as how their surroundings mirrored those of the cities leveled by these strikes, he wasn’t filled with confidence that these beacons wouldn’t be used for the same purpose.

But he wasn’t going to stick around to find out. His goal of discovering more about his companions evaporated, and was replaced with a sudden urgency to get out of the city, and seeing as how Canti was about to become his legs, get his saviors out too.

Atom took Canti’s hand, and in a swift movement was hoisted up onto the robot’s back. Thanking Canti quietly, he then turned to Gamora, cold determination washing over him.

“Where are we headed, then?”

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“The Gang Learns how to Love.”

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Canti was too preoccupied with attempting to explain his concerns to Gamora that he hadn’t even notice that the robot he had been lugging around had successfully struggled out of his hold.

Waves of panic crashed into Canti as he watched the injured robot fall onto his face, most likely causing more damage to himself. Turning back over to Gamora he gestured her to come over as he began to inch ever so closer with his hands outward slowly closing the distance between himself and Atom. It was a little hard not to look incriminating in this situation, almost as if he was begging he threw another worried glance at Gamora to coax her to help. There was no way for Canti to speak to him if he had both his eyes closed, as Gamora walked over he turned to her for help.

[He fell.]

Of course only the most insightful information was procured from Canti. He couldn’t even take a proper X-ray of Atom- although even if he wasn’t human, his physical likeness was reason enough to think that they might be built the same.

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𝓖amora walked closer towards the machines nonchalantly before the form that was slumped over Canti’s massive shoulder suddenly snapped awake. Brown eyes met his for just a moment before he forced himself free from Canti’s grasp. Without a second thought, the assassin took hold of her weapon, unsheathing it before drawing closer to the man whom was now face-first in the dirt. Gamora was unfamiliar with this man, considering he had been unconscious the whole time. Either way, she continued towards him with her sword drawn before Canti practically cut her off, attempting to alleviate the man’s stress by helping him up.

The assassin stood there with an incredulous look, watching her former roommate attempt to lift the petrified man. As he inquired for her help, she simply stood, crossing her arms and jutting out a hip; why would she help this complete stranger? However, Canti kept turning back to her almost comically, nearly begging for her help.

❝ Obviously he fell. From that height, I’m surprised he’s still alive. ❞

She turned her attention back to the man before her whom was now gawking at her like he was caught in the headlights. She took note that the fact that she was standing there with a weapon would probably cause more stress, so, in turn, she sheathed it with a groan. Not to mention, the nine foot beast that was now ominously hovering over him. Gamora put a hand to Canti’s chest, telling him to back off slightly.

❝ Calm down, he saw you were injured and picked you up so you would not be harmed further. ❞

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>Assess. 

That was reassuring. He opened his eyes and tried to stand up a little straighter. He didn’t fully believe their intentions were good, after all, he had no idea who any of these people are. But they didn’t immediately try to kill him, and that was already an improvement over every other person he’s ever met. More than anything, he was immediately interested in his saviors. 

“Thank you for your assistance.” He said.

There was a long pause as he looked at the two before him. They were unlike anything he’d ever encountered in Nowhere. Sure, he’s met dozens of robots, but none to the scale of Canti. He’s met even more assassins, but... he’s never met a green one, that’s for certain. Looking at the situation objectively he could tell he was most definitely an outsider, the two appeared to be travelling together for a reason. Something was going on here, and he wasn’t privy to it. If he was going to find anything out---why he was here, where they were going, who they were---he had to play his cards right. 

“I should be restored to my minimum operational capacity within the next hour,” Atom continued. “I hate to bother you both further, but it appears I’ve been nonoperational for quite a while. The last thing I remember was trying to find my way back to the pit. Did something happen?”

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“The Gang Learns how to Love.”

Gamora hasn’t said a word to him in over an hour, was she upset that he had decided to pick up the unconscious android from beneath the rubble? She was nice enough to allow him join the team, but had intended on leaving him behind after registration at the center of the city. Canti had taken it upon himself to carry Atom’s unresponsive body around with them on what Gamora had began to refer to as a “Mission”. To Canti, it seemed more as if it was a errand rather than a mission even if there was a chance to get seriously hurt. That alone was reason enough for him to not leave behind his new comatose companion, who knows what would have happened to him if he was left alone.

So far the entire experience was very business orientated. They had all been following the locations marked on a map Canti had displayed on his screen. Despite the mundanity of the task, Canti was still on full alert. The rubble and waste of most of the city could easily hide any kind of threat waiting for them after the beacons are all placed. Canti’s arms full with carrying Atom on his back, there was no way to get Gamora’s attention though his usual means. She was ahead of him and had no intention of stopping.

I-it wasn’t English, in fact it was hardly a language. The sound of scrapping metal, otherworldly clicks, and the sound of static all escaped Canti’s grille as he called out to Gamora. He was starting to feel a little nervous.

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𝓘n all honesty, the assassin had absolutely no interest in completing this mission, but somehow, it felt rather reminiscent of her adventures with the guardians. Gamora quirked a brow, however, as Canti hoisted the carcass of another machine upon his… shoulder, although this one appeared to be more humanesque. At least, Gamora waiting until Canti was situation before she continued on her journey, every now and again briefly catching a look at the map displayed on his screen.

As she walked, her line of sight shifted to the gun in her hands, taking a moment to carefully inspect it; the gun was nothing like what she was accustomed to back in space. Comparing the Hive and Isola– both were rather primitive compared to what she had been used to. Eyes scanned the terrain the surrounded them; there were many varieties of vegetation along either side of them, practically making a path for them to travel.

While Gamora was studying the area around them, keeping her eyes peeled for potential threats, she was completely unaware that Canti was attempting to discover a way to snag her attention. When a variation of unfamiliar robotic noises erupted from behind her, the assassin spun on her heel with a simple flick of her wrist with weapon now drawn and held alert. She paused, however, when she realized the source was Canti in particular.

❝ What is it, Canti? ❞

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>Reboot. It was like being held prisoner to the whim of your body, being unconscious. To say that Atom was aware of what was happening to him—both inside and outside his head—would be a severe misrepresentation of his current status. No, it was more like he was trapped in a limbo, flickering prompts cut through the darkness of his mind, uncontrolled by Atom’s processor. His self-repair system struggled to calculate the amount of damage he sustained. He likely would’ve stayed unconscious for quite a while longer, had it not been for the sound of the people who found him talking. 

His auditory systems rebooted first. He heard the voice of a woman, and then… silence. One of his eyes opened, but he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. Atom was staring down a strange green woman, and was… positioned 9 feet in the air? Being held over the shoulder??? Of another robot???? Before he could even speak he was suddenly overcome by the massive amount of damage dealt to his body. There was something deeply wrong with his left leg. He couldn’t open his right eye. A slow creeping panic grew in his chest, and he writhed in the arms of the person holding him. After much struggle he broke free, his face greeting the ground like an old friend. Atom attempted to stand up, but the weight of his battered body was too much to be supported by his newly-malfunctioning leg.

Instead, he maneuvered towards a collapsed building and propped himself up so he could look at the people before him. His head swam with questions, but he could only seem to articulate a few.

“Wh-who are you? What’s going on?” He paused for a moment, suddenly being upright taxed his body far more than he anticipated. The world spun as he shut his open eye. 

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Team MY ROBOT MY ROBOT AND ME

featuring:

GreenMom @zehoberian

Local Housemaid @711robot

A dirty boy @atomic-unit

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>PERMANENT PLOTTER/STARTER CALL

>howdy! decided to just follow the crowd and make one of these to make my life easier. give this a like or a reply and i’ll:

drop you a starter (i’ll ask first!)

jump into your dms to plot stuff out

send you memes on meme days

respond to your opens

also you’re more than welcome to do the same stuff to me! also because tumblr’s dm system sucks feel free to add me on discord if you want (bean#8272). no cap, get hype.

here are Atom’s relationships, p much everyone starts out as an Informant, but your muse can rapidly ascend the companionship-ladder if you want! i tend to like to get a good feel for your muse and you through a few threads or dm discussions before going right to friend, but if we’ve talked in the past i don’t really have an issue with just no-clipping through Informant and sustaining an incalculable amount of damage as our muses become Friends.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Informant - Atom isn’t one to get close with people, but he’s willing to make exceptions if he feels that the relationship can be valuable to him. He’ll still be polite, but don’t expect to learn anything about his past, or get an answer to any questions. [Expect terse and to the point conversations.]

Co-investigator - Like informant, this is a largely one-sided relationship. He appreciates help from others when he can get it, and greatly values the assistance of other investigators, but will be somewhat stand-offish until he can verify your intentions. He’ll also get a little salty if your muse fucks with his crime scenes. If he and your muse get along well, he’ll definitely call them up the next time a mystery presents itself to him. [Expect Pepe Sylvia level rants.]

Fellow Machine - If your muse is a robot, or is partly robotic, Atom will immediately trust them just a little bit more than he would an average person. He’s more likely to quickly befriend a robot then he is to befriend an organic. [Expect some sort of weird robot discussions.]

Friend - Deep down, Atom craves companionship. He tries his best to discourage it by self sabotaging every relationship he enters into, but if your muse sticks around long enough and proves to be someone who can look past his more morally grey moments, they’ll find a good friend in Atom. He tends to gravitate more towards robots/cyborgs in this sort of relationship, but ultimately he’s just looking for someone who can both challenge him and keep him grounded. [Expect buddy-cop shenanigans.]

Rival - Atom is a deeply competitive person, and tends to needlessly seek out arbitrary conflict. This is like more or less friendship: the sequel; he’ll still be playful but won’t hesitate to up the ante if things escalate. If a rival muse ends up in danger, he’ll protect them just as he would a friend, and values them just as much as he would his companions. [Expect banter.]

Found Family - Both rivals and friends qualify for this relationship. Atom never had a family unit back in Nowhere, so this is more or less the point at which he’d just flat out die for you if he needed to. He’ll fiercely defend any muse he considers family, often to the point of self destruction. If your muse has reached this point, it’s too late, you’re stuck with him until he perishes. [Expect fist fights in your name.]

Enemy - Anyone who overtly stands in Atom’s way, no matter their intention, has the potential to become an enemy. If this muse used to be a friend or a rival, he’ll feel more conflicted, and act slightly more aggressive, often desperate to end the conflict to avoid thinking about his emotions too much. If this muse is an informant or stranger, he’ll be cold and methodical, not stopping until he can insure the threat is no longer active.

Romance - Don’t do this to the man he struggles enough as it is just processing friendship, he’ll die, you’ll kill him. [Expect ?????]

Other Relationships - If you have an idea for a relationship that isn’t listed here, just send me a message and we can work something out. Inevitably there’s something I’ve missed here, and I’m always super interested in complex relationships that can’t be summed up in just a paragraph of flavor text.

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[if anyone is still looking for a teammate, hit the like button. the worlds most panicky mechanical detective has sufficiently awoken from his self induced coma.]

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>Not Like This

This was wrong. This was all very, very wrong. Atom stood at the precipice of a yawning void, unable to do anything but stare. What the fuck just happened? Where the hell is he? The grip he had on his shirt tightened as his breathing destabilized. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t even close his eyes; memories of waking up in the bunker that acted as his tomb played on repeat. What he felt then, he sure as hell felt now. It was like he trapped, physically and psychically.

Just moments ago, he was with his boss, he was having a good time for once in his fucking life, and now he’s here, being held prisoner by his own mind. 

He only began to process things as the din of other people talking began to filter in through is ears. He looked around, desperate to see if Protts had been taken too. As his eyes passed across the faces of numerous strangers, that dull pit took root in his chest, and grew into a hungry fear. He felt the anxiety bubble up into his throat, choking his breathing. He had to cut it off at the pass, he didn’t want to spend another 10 minutes staring at that fucking hole in the ground. Prott’s advice cut through the flurry of thoughts in Atom’s head; if he wanted to calm down, he had to ground himself. His boss wasn’t here to coach him out of this, and his backpack was gone, so he defaulted to his old habit of tracing the intricate carvings on the handle of one of his guns. Carefully, as to not scare anyone, he reached into his jacket, unclasping the security snaps on his left-hand holster and-

Wait a fucking minute. 

In one swift movement, the gun was out of it’s holster and in Atom’s hands. He kept turning it, he didn’t understand. Plastic. Light. Cheap. Suddenly all that fear melted away and was replaced with a cold rage.

“Is this a fucking joke?” Atom screamed, throwing the gun onto the ground before him. It bounced once, part of the handle shattering on impact. The crowd around him grew silent. Seemingly on cue, a car appeared out of nowhere. Atom turned to face the vehicle, waiting for whoever is inside to make a move. The longer it idled, the angrier he got. Atom opened his mouth to yell at it, but before he could say anything, the passenger-side door opened. He looked around at the other people, then to the pit, and then back to the car. He let out a low grumble, grabbing the side of his head. This had to be a fucking dream, or something. The man inside the car mumbled something in the vague direction of Atom. He couldn’t make out what, but he was willing to bet it had something to do with getting in that car. He hesitated for a moment, the anger within him screaming for him to do SOMETHING, anything, but the dread that occupied the same space began to drown it out. His expression dropped, as did his arms. The situation was dire. He tried thinking of an out, but his mind was clouded. He looked again to the car. Maybe the driver could at least give him some information. Wordlessly, he stepped into the vehicle, leaving the partially shattered toy handgun on the concrete rim of the hole.

The ride was silent, at least... partially. Atom didn’t shut up, it was one question after another, with no response. After long enough, he just stopped asking. Part of him felt safe looking out on the ruins of this island. At least it looked like home. That feeling slowly evaporated as they pulled into the apartment block, and the door opened. He didn’t like this. Fancy, beautiful accommodations, something the old Atom would gladly embrace. But now? After 100 years in the wastelands? His gut sank, realizing that all that time he spent coping and accepting Nowhere for what it is was about to be ruined by spending one night in a fucking bed. The driver handed him a slip, it read nothing but “332″ in plain text, a not so subtle indication for Atom to vacate.  His only guess was that the number on the slip corresponded to his apartment.

He exited the vehicle, climbed up the steps, and entered the apartment building. Looking around, the foyer seemed suspiciously empty. But he was too exhausted to investigate from all the... emotions he dealt with today. 

It took him a while to find his apartment. Admittedly, longer than he’d like to own up to. When he finally entered the place, it was like relief washed over him. It wasn’t his home. Protts wasn’t here, Arbolic wasn’t here, hell, he even started to miss Simmons. But it was something. He investigated all the rooms, obviously he should be expecting roommates, but he wasn’t about to sit around for them.

The room with the deck appealed to him most. At least he’d be able to get some plants to take care of, something to keep him from slumping into a depression deeper than that hole. He picked up the envelope from the nightstand, and walked out onto the deck. The breeze of the nearby ocean danced through his hair as he embarrassingly struggled to open the slip. He gave up eventually, both standing and opening that godforsaken envelope, setting it down on a patio table, and sitting down in one of the lawn chairs. 

He sat in silence, listening to distant waves crashing on an unfamiliar shore, and he thought to himself; I’ve never been to the ocean before.

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@otacontinue replied to your post: b-bean?

you are so wholesome ngfcmhj welcom!!

thank you!!!!!!!

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b-bean?

howdy! my name’s bean, i use they/them pronouns, i’m 21, and i never learned how to fucking read. here’s a few facts about myself:

- main blog is holitorium

- i’m an artist, and i plan on drawing out a fuck ton of stuff, especially if the interactions are tasty.

- my main aesthetic is “apocalyptic” meets “cowboy” meets “clown you met in the parking lot of Best Buy at 3am who was REALLY adamant about selling you a carton of eggs, but you ran away like a coward and you’re haunted by the mystery and regret for not buying the eggs.” 

- hey can i grab a handful of that uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh [leans into the mic] robots

- i’m really into horror and scifi! in fact, that’s all that i consume! help, i’m trapped in a bubble of my own design!

- yellow is my favorite color, sunflowers or ocotillo cacti are my favorite plants, and i love the desert!

anyway! that’s it!

i’m the mun for isola’s number 1 bastard, Atom.  i’m excited to subject you all to the horrible things he’s capable of.

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A T O M.

>ATOM UNIT A.E.005, “Atom”

Former crime scene investigator.

Survivor of the literal apocalypse.

Tool of destruction.

Pretty gullible for a robot built to detect things.

No sense of self preservation.

More detailed history here! || Reference and physical description here! 

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“While I appreciate everyone’s eagerness to destroy the moon, we mustn’t forget her bastard ally and our TRUE enemy: the SUN.”

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“So let me get this straight. A round half of us just got here after slogging through the fucking rapture, this new place is in shambles without us having to even do anything, and on top of that suck salad we’re gunning to blow up the goddamn moon like we don’t have enough to deal with?”

“I don’t get you people at all. I’m going to bed.”

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“The moon is a godless killing machine that we can AND MUST stop!”

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@moonslicers replied to your post: 

“NO!!! NO FEAR!! only friendship and rp!!!!!!”

[ooc: WE’LL FIGURE IT OUT EVENTUALLY]

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[ooc: its only been an hour since i’ve been accepted and im already in FEAR]

[isolaradiale]

Howdy! I'm sending in an app for an OC of mine, Atom! Application link can be found if you hover over the sidebar on the left, it should be the first link!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Atom!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 332.

You will be given a set of BB guns.

– mod pleiades.