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Okay new blog is up, I’ll move things over soon, but rps will be waiting for people to respond to them first before moving them over aaaa
@machinesupremacy
also yeah, feel free to unfollow this blog once you follow the new one
love yall
Okay new blog is up, I’ll move things over soon, but rps will be waiting for people to respond to them first before moving them over aaaa
@machinesupremacy
also yeah, feel free to unfollow this blog once you follow the new one
love yall
Okay new blog is up, I’ll move things over soon, but rps will be waiting for people to respond to them first before moving them over aaaa
@machinesupremacy
okay yea, I’m going to move him into his own blog, so I’m going to be ‘out’ for a bit while I move things over
No, what I mean is submissive or dominant, you know, in bed
“Is this because that RK800 said something about this?” He questions with a idle, almost bored tilt of his head “Well … I guess you’re just going to have to stick around and find out, hmm?”
@imitationchild cont.
He wasn’t sure what compelled him forward. But something in his coding had moved him. He was going to blame it on his newfound deviancy. And the fact the YK500 he had met a few times before now was in front of him, lost as usual, but today there was just something different about it. He couldn’t stop himself when he moved forward and picked up the YK500 Android and had just started running.
“It is not” Comes his cool voice, he hadn’t dropped the roughness to it even as he had deviated, it was his voice. “I am RK900. But you may call me Connor if you wish” Since he didn’t have a name. He had a model number. Never given a name. He had just been a machine.
Send 🔪 to find my muse drenched in blood after they killed someone, or send 🔪🔪 for reverse.
The price of your existence.
Would RK900 be a sub or a dom?
“I’m sorry? A subway or a dominios? You are going to have to be more specific”
maybe I should move RK900 to his own blog ...
Like now that I think about it and write as him, I seem to be doing pretty okay so I don't know why I didn't just make him a main account....
would .. would people be mad at me if I moved him? ;n;
@codebreak Machine To Deviant Starter (requested)
The pristine white walls of the CyberLife tower would be an eye sore to any human that could enter the building. And he knew when his predecessor had entered the building, the scanner down on the ground floor alerting him and Amanda to the traitors presence, he would be escorted to the elevator as per arrangements but the RK900 already knew that it wouldn’t end with the RK800 going where they wanted him to be. RK900 only having been activated mere moments before his entrance, but even freshly awakened, he knew what the RK800 was going to do, head down to the lower levels, sub forty nine to be exact. It would give the RK900 time to download the information he needed to be the corrected form that the RK800 wasn’t. And when it was done, he would be required to eliminated his prototype.
With everything downloaded in which would be considered record time, the RK900 exits the room he was spending his time in, focusing solely on the download and not anything else. He knew from the human comms, that the original RK800 had done what he suspected him to do and the copied RK800 model with serial ending in - 80 had failed in his mission to eliminate the original RK800. The mission now fell to the RK900. The superior model.
What he hadn’t expected was to see the RK800 model in the elevator that the RK900 had just called up to the forty third floor of the CyberLife Tower. But it doesn’t take the RK900 more than a few milliseconds before he’s moving. One arm bracing across the RK800′s upper chest while the other hand goes to wrap around the slightly shorter models neck. RK900 using his momentum to push the other backwards, causing him to crash against the back of the elevator wall, out of the corner of his eyes he can see a slight crack in the window. Behind him he can hear the soft sound of the elevator doors closing behind him. Cutting the two off from any kind of escape. Not that the RK900 needed one.
send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse
If a multimuse, specify which muse
@thiriumboy Deviant Starter (Requested)
Everything was so new, strange, loud and intimidating. Being everything that the RK900 was built to withstand. He wasn’t supposed to deviate. He was to be the replacement of the Deviant Hunter who had failed his job and had gone rouge, but now, even he had gone rouge, there was something in the code that was affecting him, changing him. He didn’t like it. He wanted to things to go to what they were supposed to be.
Escaping CyberLife Tower after his predecessor had taken the other Androids away and had corrupted the RK900′s own coding had been surprisingly simple. He had taken a few of the guards out, no longer would those humans breathe another breath. But he had managed, he had escaped, and there was hardly a scratch on him as he fled into the cold winter night of Detroit.
He didn’t have a place where he belonged. He wasn’t a true Deviant and his code had been altered far too much to be part of CyberLife. He didn’t have a place but he couldn’t stay, he had to move, he had to run, he had to get out of Detroit, but even with the expansive knowledge in his processors he didn’t know where to go. Where would be safe for an Android broken from his original code.
With his LED almost a permanent yellow, RK900 makes his way through the deserted streets of Detroit, in the opposite direction of where he knew other Androids where meeting up. He wasn’t one of them, he wasn’t part of the revolution. He was on his own. He had to find a place to hide.
Many of the buildings had been abandond in fear of what the Deviant Leader, Markus, could’ve brought but from what he was hearing, Markus had gone a peaceful route, demonstrating instead of rioting, peacefully talking instead of reacting with deadly violence. It was ... admirable. But it didn’t help his current situation. But the building he walks upon does help his situation, a quick scan, using systems he should no longer have to rely on, identifying that the building was devoid of humans. Some lingering Androids where still located, having refused to join the others in fear of their own safety. It could be a place where RK900 could stay until he found where he belonged.
RK800 And RK900
“Be careful, it’s a rabid dog, not an Android, just a perfect killing machine.”
I remember why I try not to write starters any more... they turn into novels.
@flawedcodinq cont from an open.
The look on the RK900′s face looks a bit ... surprised, he hadn’t expected to see a puppy in his predecessors arms when he had returned to the household he was being allowed to stay at for now. But the RK800 looked like he was about ready to run. It amazed the 900 that this had once been who he had been. “But ... where did you get him?” The RK900 questions then, his right hand’s finger twitches, he wanted to reach out and pet the puppy. Seemed like the RK900 had the same love of dogs that the RK800 had.
detroit become human but instead of conflict there is hugging (sorry not sorry reed ://)
