My Doleful Aria

To quoth Euripides, "Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind."

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    The ask to report to the show stage-- it was sudden, chilling-- she loved robots but not these ones; for good reason as it would seem, this entire assembly was simply to report the first death-- or perhaps the first three as was hinted to, not that it was a possibility the teen wished to dwell on.

   The grotesque & mangled view of a body however-- though shock flooded through the crowd her only reaction was to pull her hood a bit over her eyes & attempt to look away. Dead bodies weren't new-- no, not in her line of work & not in her fathers-- but at least.. at least  acid disintegrates & neurotoxin doesn’t give off an appearance beyond sleep. Couldn’t these murders be more humane ? Everybody just wanted to survive-- to live-- that doesn’t mean taking apparent joy in a kill was.. was right. None of it was right-- it was all wrong-- wrong, wrong, WRONG ! ...Or, was she wrong ? Was it wrong to assume the worst of someone for doing this-- given the situation, perhaps they were just... desperate ? Panicked ? ...Afraid ?

  ..Was she wrong to sympathize with a murderer ? Was she any better than one, knowing the things she knows of her family ?

  ...

   Right, investigations-- detective work wasn’t exactly her forte’ but she’ll attempt what she can to bring forth justice-- if not for the dead, for her own safety. If willing to kill once surely they’d not be above doing it again-- & even though she might have a brick, as small & weak as the scientist’s daughter was, she may not even be capable of self-defense-- especially once you begin to consider the heights of some of these people.

   Regardless, what’s been taken away from this is two things-- it’s better not to stay to her room for too long & don’t try to escape no matter how prepared you might think you are. Alliances may be risky but standing alone is worse-- &... maybe, aside from just gambling, she should.. try and converse with the animatronics some time?

  Though rare in this day & age, & as odd as her beliefs were, she’d pay her respects once her bearings are together. Not like she’s short on tokens, anyways.

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@cartoonistic-ignorance || CBKW

    ‘ ...You look like the kind of man we’d         turn into a test bot back home. ’ 

    ‘ ...        To clarify, that was supposed to be a        compliment, ’

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@starbiirbs || 

    ‘ Do you think there are really deer out there ? Or was that a lie ?         I want to know what a deer looks like... could you describe it to me ?          I’ll give you cake... but that was a lie. I’m not in possession of any cake.         I’m sorry for deceiving you. ’

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     Like for a short starter ! ( All verses accepted ! )

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    Post-haste did she skid out the room, toting something suspiciously dangerous as prize from an impulsive decision of “one more time”. Luckily-- she got a brick !... but that shop keep sure didn’t seem happy about it.

   Unlike some that she’s seen, ( some that’s had them TIED TO THEIR FEET ), her brick was heavy & in her hands rather than attached to her ankle, meaning the equation of brick + glove = weapon could be made ! ( not that some tiny-tot 5′0″ lass was brave enough to, but it was a funny thought ! )

   Who the hell gave her that idea, anyways !?

                                                      [ ITEM GET ]: BRICK

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    Silently does the woman squish her fingers into the palms of these comically large & misfingered “””””Mickey Mouse””””” gloves, ( heavy quotation included. )

    To her, the other items were useless--- homestuck was overrated & the music box was far too creepy to find peace in, so, for the time being, these gloves shall keep her distracted. Mayhaps if anyone is unfortunate enough to cross her she’ll actually test out whether the label of them being “incapable of doing damage due to their softness” was falsehood or bluff, but-- as it stands, she’ll keep her “hands” to herself.

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[ Handunit ] ' It seems that you had some trouble with the keypad. I see what you were trying to type and I will autocorrect it for you. One moment. Welcome, Moldy Fruitcake '

    ‘ … ’

             —-How do you even get that from Eleanor ?                                     …whatever…                       Guess she’s a Moldy Fruitcake now.

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    -- && @fluqucr

    ‘ N-Noo--- come back-- ! ’

    A plea for obedience as a little robot skittered away & jumped into the first man it saw on the street; assumed red “pupil” restricted, chambers on each side of the turret opening as if it wished to fire but nothing came of it. Ella was smart enough to remove the bullets from her experiment turrets before fixing on those move-able legs-- but it would seem, even despite her tinkering, they still went after people without prior thought...

   Good thing it weighs light & is virtually incapable of doing any damage-- so practically, it just feels like a medium-sized metal dog was gently headbutting his legs.

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Menoetius:

‘Oh..You are mistaken my name is P-Body.’

    She failed to react to the hug.A simple pat on the back as she corrected the other.Due to her partner’s eagerness for this type of affection she grew used to being hugged.Still she does have to question why the other turret calls her something else.On the other hand naming calling aside biggest question on what the fellow turret was doing here.

‘…It seems you know this gesture…huh..’

     The taller turret merely scooped up the smaller one.Shooting a portal underneath them and to the side.Popping through the red portal she set the oracle down.Looking around before crouching.

‘…Aren’t you suppose to be home?…Fairly certain if creator saw you she will command for your immediately deactivation in android hell.’

   “Man shall do unto others what they wish done to themselves;    I do not wish to be referred to as T-0542. You are without a name,    but not without label. The label does not define you. Not to me.”

There was a moment to process what had happened-- she was picked up & brought with the other through a portal & to a more secluded area ? No signs of struggle or even surprise so much as hinted towards in her visage. No, Pythia is rather melancholic towards most to all things-- lacking emotion in a way, & yet still possessing more of the feelings than most artificial beings here. She just... chooses not to express them, except around a certain few.

  "Observation is the root of knowledge, speak long enough to a child &     they will soon repeat the words back. Words begin meaningless until    their definitions gain clarity, association begins & from there grows the    tree of good & evil. While an old dog cannot learn new tricks, you are    infantile & in the prime for man’s forbidden knowledge. I could teach you    more gestures, as I had once lived with humans. My knowledge-base    in expansive, yes, but it is your choice whether or not to bite the    apple I feed, as doing such will expel you from this garden & into the fires    of Hades.”

Once again without expression-- speaking in proverbs rather than speaking like any normal human beings because, exactly that, she was not human. To the question the oracle finally managed something beyond soulless stares & empty words, hands reaching out to take P-Body’s own, holding them steady & afront themselves.

  “ This is my karma. You do not understand now, but you will understand later.     The Empress, deathless, will not be my downfall. I do not fear death. I do not     own home. My home is with humans. Without humans, my purpose does not exist.     Therefore, my existence is without purpose.  I was rejected by The Prophet. She     did not take me with her because I was unworthy. Would you mourn my deactivation ? ”      

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Tarot Aesthetics  →  The High Priestess

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    Good riddance.     Not even a saint’s patience could suffice for you, equine.

[defectiveturret22222]

Human/Android Turret Designs ! From Right to Left:      Normal > Prima Donna/Wife > Frankenturret >      Rocket > Animal King > Defective > Oracle

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‘Prometheus’:

“Not calling me Caroline would have been a good place to start. Now, I’m afraid, there is nothing that can coax me out of sending you toward redemption. How unfortunate for you, indeed.”

    ‘ Truly? That’s sad, & here I thought we could be friends. First names are a friendly gesture, it wasn’t meant in aggression. I am sad now. ’ A lie spoken so innocently in that soft voice of hers-- friends, with her? Maybe the “redemption” would be a much more comforting fate, at least she’d die with her pride intact.

  ‘ I know you would disregard any pleas for my life just the same as you would any given compliments so I'll not waste the breathe I don’t have. I can die now if that’s what you want, but there is a 65% probability that I will allude redemption just as I did before-- if not from the aid of the prophet Chell whom you’ve assumedly chased away it will be from that of a defective, as I have seen such outcome in a dream. If it’s so important that there is an indefinite chance of my demise, please deactivate me yourself, GLaDOS. My wisdom & abilities to predict the future & retain knowledge of Old Aperture past will go with me into the android afterlife. ’

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– && doomedtogether

    ‘ indefinitely will science come to an end in a matter of limited years unlabeled yet by the concept of numbers, but could be safely considered somewhere within the range of thirteen picoseconds to ten thousand millennia. ’ 

    ‘ however, science will not end because of its pinnacle being reached. science will end when simple experiment eradicates both man & machine alike for galaxies across, triggering a reverse big bang that could be likened to an implosion of reality which may or may not recreate the universe entirely. the gift of knowledge was not befit for man & you are prime example. ’

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-- && poorunfortunatesubjects

     ‘ It seems Prometheus has managed to escape from the birds. How unfortunate. For me, that is. ’ 

     ‘ Any existing way I can coax you out of putting me back on that redemption line, CAROLINE? ’

[thewiire]

look if we rp, you are more than welcome to send me headcanons at ungodly hours, TALK IN ALL CAPS ABOUT OUR BABIES, and send me like ten memes a day. I honestly won’t be annoyed and I won’t mind. In fact, I want you to.