M A L F U N C T I O N

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Mark Kolobaev set

https://www.artstation.com/artist/mous

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Benesse House by Tadao Ando on Naoshima

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Okay, here’s a change. Search your muse’s faceclaim in tumblr’s new gif function and post the first gif that comes up.

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The other’s words made her pause, but only briefly. Out here especially, she wasn’t going to put much stock in the words of a stranger. That was how people ended up dead; putting too much trust in people they had just met. A part of Theresa hated having this mentality, but outside the walls to the north, it was necessary.

By the looks of it, the stranger wasn’t a government sympathizer. Theresa also hadn’t seen him in camp before, either, so he must not have been a rebel. From past experience, she knew that rogues were the worst kinds of people to run into out here. They held no alliance, and were quick to sell out one side to the other if it benefit them.

“What are you doing here?” As she posed her question, the back of her hand found the doorknob with some force, causing her to hiss slightly in pain. Nonetheless, she was prepared to run if the rogue decided to go back on his words.

 She kept a careful eye on the front windows, watching for any other soldiers that thought it best to follow their companions. Then, they’d both be in big trouble. “They’re not dead, are they? Man, if they are, their buddies are gonna be pissed.”

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”Would you mind putting down that flashlight?” He grumbled, one of his hands moved forward to try and cover up the source. It was infinitely annoying, but he understood her caution. He had been this cautious himself.

He clenched his jaw, what should he tell her? He wasn’t really eager on revealing himself as an android, but he didn’t exactly have time to think of an answer either, because that’s just damn suspicious. “Sorta useless question, whatever would one do in a hardware store other than get some hardware?” It’s not like he had an unpleasant personality, it’s just that this is how he talks.

He thought for a second, and then hummed, and only after that spoke. “I’m afraid they’re all dead. If they were knocked out I’m not exactly sure we’d have the privilege to have this civilized conversation.” He regretted killing them now, however, the last thing he needed was more pissed off government soldiers. 

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While behind the counter, Theresa prayed, and planned her next move. Ideally, they would pass, and she could make her quick and silent escape. She knew that a plan like that was only wishful thinking, so she took in her surroundings and plotted an escape.

To her left was a door that, presumably, led to some back room. Past that, there was no knowing whether or not there would be another way out, or if the door led to a dead end. Still, in a pinch she would rather take that option over fighting soldiers with guns.

What she didn’t know that they were closer than she had anticipated, that they were slipping through the door without her knowing. She hadn’t seen the other man lurking among the barren shelves, and therefore didn’t know that he had done most of the work by taking them out. Not until she felt something heavy thud on the other side of the counter.

Brandishing her flashlight, she tensed, waiting for her moment to spring up and blind whoever was above her with the light. Three… two…  Next time, she would take someone to watch her back– … one!

“Stay back!” She yelled, shining her light on the other’s face as she backed up, groping for the door handle behind her.

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The flashlight made him squint, he tried to block out the light with a hand, the other one went immediately up as well in a “Don’t shoot.” manner.

“I won’t hurt you, if you won’t hurt me.” His voice was coarse, Rage found no pleasure in killing, it was dirty business and he wanted to avoid inflicting death as much as possible. But sometimes... sometimes its not that simple; and Rage’s capability to trust humanity has diminished greatly ever since he was on the move.

Truth is, even if she did shoot him, he wouldn’t go after her; he’d just act dead and hope she wouldn’t notice that he didn’t bleed.

He didn’t take a step forward, and he thought what a brilliant idea this girl had, he had never thought of it before. He also thought that his creators should’ve equipped his optics to handle this kind of direct light; but it seems they had not predicted its usefulness.

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Mech Dude by Nero-tbs

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It had taken everything Theresa had to convince her boyfriend that she would be fine outside of camp on her own. Not that she could blame him; government troops had been on the move as of late, and as such, no one could come and go from camp like they used to. But, she had managed, which is how she happened upon the ruins of a town.

Surprisingly, a majority of the buildings had managed to stand the test of time and war. Many of them still stood, and if she held her flashlight just right, she could still make out what some of the shop fronts had been once. It was almost haunting; at one point in time, the street she found herself on would have been inhabited with life. Now, all the pavement held were potholes and ghosts.

Unbeknownst to her, government soldiers had covered more ground than they, the rebels, had anticipated. Theresa ended up discovering the hard way, that they had settled in the northern portion of the town for the night. She found herself quickly retracing her steps south, with government soldiers close on her tail.

Quick like, she made a sharp turn into one of the businesses that no longer had a door, dodging overturned tables. A well-placed kick to the back door sent it into the brick wall of the alley with a hard BANG. She could feel the air around her change as they began firing at her, but it only motivated her to keep running towards the end of the alley.

She took a left at the mouth of the alley, and spotted an abandoned hardware store. There was no hesitation as she bolted for the door, praying that it was left unlocked. Theresa closed the distance quickly, pulling the handle hard. Thankfully it opened, and she slipped inside, silencing the age-old bell in her fist as she pulled the door closed behind her. She didn’t bother checking her surroundings; the main focus was ducking behind the counter before the soldiers came out of the alley, which is exactly what she did.

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Rage focused, as much as he could, on the loud footsteps. Trying to guess which way they’d go. He dared to take a peak at the girl again, he judged her as one of The Rebels. He hid behind the aisle again, and crouched down as silently as he could.

Rage wanted to have no dealings with either side of the conflict, he simply wished to live in peace, like any other human would want. Though if he thought about it deeper he’d stand with the rebels, if he was ever forced to side with anyone. 

But he had no love for either group, both wanted to either dismantle him or try to reprogram him into a killing machine; the latter would be near impossible but it had been attempted. Few times.

Outside, the footsteps of the government soldiers had grown louder, they were nearby. Talking to each other, whispering where they should go. He could only pick up few words, and he couldn’t be sure whether they were accurate. But it all didn’t matter when the door to the hardware store creaked open, and revealed two.. no; four, pointing guns.

The girl was just behind the counter, and it’d be a matter of time before he is found as well.

He waited to see if their leader would call for them to separate; which they did. And so, Rage waited for his opportunity until each was far enough from the other, and moved to kill them one by one, silently. He made sure to drag the bodies he had killed out of sight, so the ones that were still alive wouldn’t notice.

He killed 3, one left.

But Rage slipped, his foot kicked a can that was laying around, which alerted the last soldier, but Rage was close enough to plunge at the man. Rage got stabbed, right in the chest; and his pain sensors went wild. He bit his lips and ignored them, and in one swift move, the last of the soldiers met the ground with a groan.

He took the lodged, now a little crooked, knife out of his chest. He didn’t bleed. Below his synthetic skin Rage was made of mostly Titanium, light and durable. He threw the knife away and ran his forearm across his forehead, wiping the sweat away.

And now, all that’s left was the girl.

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With grey clouds overhead, and already damp ground beneath his boots; Rage had walked miles on miles to get to civilization. Or rather; whatever the civilization left behind. His target at the moment was a mechanical store, what would an A.I. need from it? Well, spare parts.

He had spent some good few months blissfully living in the middle of nowhere, until his camp was raided and he took flight. His first order of business was to secure any scrap metal usable, just in case.

Once he got to the store, his spirits - or whatever A.I.s had - were thrown down in the dumps, the place was almost ransacked clean. But he looked around anyway, carefully, looking through whatever was left behind. Of course, none of it had value.

He was about to leave; until he heard the doors being slammed open and gunshots in the distance, and he immediately hid behind an isle. Watching closely.

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A semi-selective, multi-verse, indie A.I. oc!

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The shiniest sci fi hallway ever

Modelled in Maya Textured in Substance Painter and Photoshop Presented in Unreal

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Starter Call!

Like this for a starter! If I can’t think of something I’ll IM you to plot

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Unity Engine Tech Demo: Adam

Because Waking Up in a New Machine body is an Interesting and Scary Experience. 

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I tried so hard.

 He sat besides her, bruises and cuts littered his body, just like hers. Except his would heal in a matter of either few hours or few short days; some of her scars will stay with her for the rest of her life.

Rage doesn’t remember when was the last time he felt so exhausted. Behind them was the rubble that once was their headquarters, now it’s up in smoke. Along with the bodies of her comrades and people that used him. Despite his abuse there, Rage knew all they did was their job. 

Suddenly he felt angry, why should he feel sorry for them? They used him. Some of them wanted to disassemble him, to marvel at his insides as if he was nothing more than a cold machine - maybe he was, but he didn’t consider himself as such. 

He clenched his jaw, and tightened his hands into fists, resting his elbows on his knees. He let his hair fall over his eyes, not covering much however. And he stayed like that, silent and simmering; torn between grief and anger.

“I know you did.” He said, after a while. His grey-blue eyes aimed solely at her face. His voice was hushed, and bleak. As if his vocal cords were scrapped raw.