Robin is an intergalactic therapist/ researcher who studies Ais and rehabiltates them so they can be safely resold back into the ai ship market to pair with ships of many kinds for many uses.
She has the repretation as being damn good at what she does, but also as a anti-social bitch with an ego to boot.
So it comes as no surprise when she pisses off Xenoworks and her superiors feel she needs to get a bit humbled..
She gets landed with a case a particularly volitile AI recovered from an enigmatic vessel set for imenant neutralization.
But Instead of cowering from the challenge doomed to fail, Robin decides to rub salt in the aching egos of her bosses by willingly accepting the case.
Little does Robin know the downword spiral her action would result in..
Immediately she's paired off with her new patient a bitter and apathetic Ai refering to itself as Al-an, his file pointing to a dangerous habits of viweing humans as an inferior, chaotic, destructive species and even statistically warned them eventually man's artificial intelligence would someday turn on them.
Instantly Robin sees a challenge and sets to work, but after a few weeks of Al-an being utterly counter productive and unresponsive to her attempts to socialize with the cryptic AI, in short much prying and Al-an fighting her every step of the way in terms of her bonding attempts.
But when Al-an finally cracks spiraling into a traumatic and chaotic breakdown.
Robin realizes she's not just dealing with a normal case, the Ai is not only a volatile asshole but also a mourning alien consciousness preserved by artificial intelligence, an actual entity hiding opposed to artificial intelligence, once stationed within the remains of a downed alien space vessel previously seized and supposedly discovered by Alterra corp and salvaged in hopes of producing a new advanced Artificial intelligence prototype.
Unfortunately Alterra either wants their perfected prototype or they want the out of control AI distroyed…
Things get sticky from here, as Robin still kinda wants that sweet success.. Neh.. And she does want to rub her success in her superior's faces.
And Al-an? This AI has other plans..
Deeming his new therepist/ not friend ( he's a tsundere let him live damn it!)'s high tech futuristic home prime artificial realestate, the AI has fled out of her containment PDA and infected her home's virtual database, replacing the once outdated systems with his own presence, having found solace in fact that he not only can actively control mechanisms throught her home, feed her Trivalve and lock door, but also access visual feeds and see a world he was stripped of millinias ago.
Unfortunately this spells trouble for Xeno works as things quickly escalate as the now possesive AI announces he has imprinted on the home and its occupants and stubbornly declares he will stay there just as Alterra begins to demand their prototype back and send agents to retrieve the missing asset.
Mostly a comedy but also a wholesome drama, romance because Robin learns that being an assholish loner all the time gets lonely and maybe her bosses are not actually her enemy. And Al-an learns not the over feed Robin's pets or turn the water cold while she is in the shower…or blow up unfamiliar vehicles entering her driveway.
And we'd get cheesy wholesome feels because Frankly everyone kinda just needs a hug even if Al-an acts like he doesn't ; w;
I have no patience and want to share stuff I do, so. Have the first segment of my most recent post-Forces au, aka Artificial AU. It’ll probably be on ao3 eventually, maybe with some small edits, but for now have this mess.
The first clear thought Infinite had was surprise that he was able to have a thought. The (nope) experience he'd had before the world went dark should have killed him, he shouldn't be able to think anything.
But here he is. Thinking. Huh.
He tried to pry his eyes open, found them sticky with sleep and heavy with fatigue, and gave up. Instead he ran a physical assessment of his body - overall aches, especially bad at his wrists, ankles, and chest, but none of that was shocking (nono not a pun this time). What was more confusing was the slight resistance when he managed to shift one of his arms - bandages, he guessed, based on the feeling when he bent his wrist. Most of the way up to his elbow, too - not a sh- surprise. The others were probably just as bad.
Consciousness was already slipping through his grasp, but he had just enough time to wonder who would bother to bandage him up before he slipped back into cool darkness.
The next time, he was a little less foggy; enough to be alarmed and try to sit up. Which did not go well, as his chest screamed in protest and he froze halfway up with his mouth hanging open in a silent scream.
Hands pressed to his shoulder and back, gently but efficiently pulling him to lay back down. For the first time, he noticed how soft the pillow was. It probably wasn't really that soft, but somehow it was the most heavenly thing ever in that moment.
He shoved the thought away and forced his eyes open, muzzle wrinkling in distaste at the gummy feel of them. He could just make out a blurry red and yellow blob in front of him, but no features past that.
Dry lips opened, his voice emerging in a creak rather than words. Immediately, a straw was pressed to his lips, and he slurped greedily at the liquid offered to him until it was pulled away. He frowned, but didn't protest, instead croaking out something like a question - the words were slurred, but still words.
"Don't worry," came the response, quiet but much clearer than his own voice. "You're safe. Rest."
And while a part of him immediately balked at the idea of listening to someone telling him what to do, he was helpless to resist the darkness returning to him.
The time after that, he woke up feeling almost lucid. His body still ached, and his thoughts were a little too fuzzy to be considered normal, but he could think enough to pry his eyes open and look around.
It looked like a random bedroom, except too clean. Like it hadn't been used until now. Plain white walls and off-white carpet, a few shelves on one wall, a dresser and desk on another. The bed he was on looked like it had been dragged out from the corner to the middle of the room, so there was space on all sides. It made his fur prickle slightly but there wasn't much he could do about it.
His gaze finally fell to the floor, on the one bright spot in the room - a figure that appeared to be doing a plank. He could make out green boots and red fur, but the rest was covered by a frankly hideous mustard-colored jacket.
He spent a good few minutes just staring, trying to process why anyone would willingly wear that color (especially when it basically made them look like an off color stoplight). His pause to gape lasted long enough that the figure finished the plank and rolled over, brightening and jumping up upon seeing him.
The wolf scurried over to the bedside, pausing a beat too long before speaking. "Do you need anything?"
"To stop looking at that horrible thing masquerading as clothing."
"It's warm," he said, not looking offended in the least. "And big. Are you hungry?"
...Yes. But he wasn't eager to acknowledge that, even if it was pretty obvious that this person had been looking after him already. Especially since at a second glance, he had a vague recollection of where he'd seen him before.
Not that it seemed to matter much, since the wolf had already headed toward a box of something set against the wall, rummaging around inside until he came up with a pouch of squeeze applesauce.
"Here," he said, coming over to set the pouch on the edge of the bed. "Let me know if you need help."
Infinite scowled at him, then reached for the pouch and began fiddling with the screw top. Much to his chagrin, it turned out to be less of an absurd suggestion than he'd first thought; he could barely get the top open even with the ridiculous wings on it lending leverage. He slurped the food up angrily while glaring at nothing in particular.
The wolf stared at him in silence while he ate, expression oddly blank. Infinite finished the pouch quickly and pulled it away to scowl. "What?"
"Want another?"
"...Sure."
They repeated the process, up to and including the weird staring. This time, when Infinite finished, the wolf had a different question. "Should I still call you Infinite?"
He stiffened, suddenly on guard. Some part of him had wondered if this idiot just didn't realize who he was, and that's why he offered some sort of care, but if he knew...
"Call me whatever you want," he finally said. There was a beat of silence before he added, "Why the hell are you helping me?"
The wolf blinked. "Aren't you supposed to help people when they get hurt?"
Infinite's scowl deepened. What kind of answer - whatever. It's not like he was in any shape to refuse freely given help, much as it galled him to admit it.
"I'm Gadget," the wolf said, before Infinite could reply.
"That's a weird name." The response came on autopilot, not really the truth but the first thing that came to mind.
Gadget shrugged. "Probably. I picked it."
"So... it's a nickname?"
"Uh... don't think so?"
Infinite groaned and stared at the ceiling. What the actual hell. "Whatever. When should I expect the resistance to come throw me in a cell?"
There was a long silence. Infinite blinked and glanced over, finding Gadget rubbing at the back of his neck with a guarded look. "...Oi."
"They won't be," Gadget mumbled, his voice suddenly... distant, for lack of a better word. "I'm not with the resistance anymore."
There was another paused as that processed. Infinite scoffed and rolled his eyes. "What, did they kick their star rookie out after defeating the big bad?"
"No. I left before they could."
Yet another pause as Infinite failed to find words. He'd been being sarcastic, because really why should he believe this (apparently former) Resistance member had left their ranks and then just happened to end up taking care of him? It was a little too convenient. But from what little he'd seen, Gadget didn't seem like the sort to fake his emotions - he could see every thought running through the idiot's head in glorious technicolor - yet here he was, apparently on the verge of tears over... something. Something about leaving the Resistance.
Before he could pry more information out of him, Gadget perked up with a seemingly genuine smile. "Not important though. Are you still hungry? Thirsty? It's been a while since you woke up last time."
Infinite shut his questions back, accepting the offer of more food and water instead. He'd get his answers eventually; it's not like he hadn't worked to subtly get information from people before. Whatever Gadget was hiding, he'd find it.
For now, he'd work to regain his strength. The rest could wait just a little longer.
Gadget sat on the dresser, staring out the little window. The idyllic forest scene felt weird, considering that he knew they were still in Eggman's base, but it was certainly a better view than broken machinery.
Today had been the most lucid Infinite had been in the dozen or so times he'd woken so far, but he still hadn't pushed for more information. Not that Gadget was complaining. It was just... strange.
Still, the chance to sort things out a bit more was welcome. He'd barely had a chance to figure out how to respond to everything himself, much less how to bring it up with someone else.
There was a reason he'd run from the Resistance before they could find out. He didn't know how to talk about these things.
Gadget caught himself rubbing at the back of his neck again and pulled his hand away, stuffing both hands in the opposite jacket sleeves. That was becoming a habit. His first Resistance team had warned him about that kind of habit, and he didn't want to deal with breaking one.
He also didn't want to deal with leaving the Resistance at all, but... he doubted they'd react well when they learned what he was. He sure hadn't. It was easier to just... vanish, completely avoiding the consequences.
Finding Infinite had been an accident. He'd come here to find answers (to look at that lab that felt so dreadfully familiar); instead he'd found the jackal passed out in a room that he didn't want to think about too much, burns on his limbs and chest and vitals shaky. He'd jumped to help on instinct; after all, he hadn't been lying about helping people.
Well. Lying by omission, perhaps. He'd heard about that sort of lying. Because yes, he'd saved Infinite because he was once told that helping people was the right thing to do. But he also did it because if anyone could relate to him, could make him feel a little less alone, it might be Infinite.
After all. Even if Gadget was just a prototype, they'd been made for the same purpose.
So I had a dream involving one of my OCs and a boy that vaguely looks and acted like pre-Mob Teru, and after some furious brainstorming and drawing, I managed to make a MP100 AU with the universe/story I’m been developing for some time now.
Here’s a Mob and Ritsu for now
Mob is a Dragonian (Dragon people) and a hybrid mix, meaning he has both Fire and Water class traits (i.e; he has hydrokinesis and pyrokinesis). While he’s an extremely dangerous and unstable being to deal with when you get on his bad side, he’s still good ol’ Mob.
He lives at an orphanage being run by the Kageyamas and is still a doting older brother towards Ritsu to the point that he claims that if anyone wanted to adopt Mob, they have to take Ritsu with him too. not that anyone actually wanted to adopt Mob unfortunately
Ritsu is a Wolf Feral (Werewolf basically) that was abandoned by his birth parents at a young age during hard times. His relationship with Mob is still pretty much the same as it is in canon (and unfortunately goes through the same hardships as in canon). He still feels immensely afraid of Mob’s power even after they make amends cause Mob’s Dragon side is fucking terrifying even beyond normal Dragonian standards.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Pairing: Gladiolus Amicitia & Nyx Ulric
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Gladiolus Amicitia is one of the newest recruits of the Lucian Coalition's elite Kingsglaive unit. Nyx Ulric thinks the boy -- yes, he's just a boy despite the impressive height and breadth -- has a humongous chip on his shoulder that has to be removed. ASAP.
This is a gift for @aliatori who so graciously let me -- whose biggest frustration is writing a sci-fi/futuristic work -- play in the Artificial AU sandbox. :)
“Hey hero, look,” Crowe’s voice sounded from his left. “Fresh meat.”
Nyx stopped mid-stretch and studied the new recruits filing into the Academy’s training hall. The first round of the standard tests and skills training just concluded a few days ago, and there were seven of them who met the mandatory high scores. Fucking seven. It was a higher number than he’d expected but still way fewer than the twenty or so that they’d wanted, but what the hell. They needed all the help they can get against the Empire. Even if they were just seven Kingsglaive wannabes who’d probably quit two weeks in.
His gaze stopped at the boy -- and really, he was just a boy despite his beyond-average height and breadth -- at the end of the short line of new recruits. Nyx could not help but raise an eyebrow at the proud set of the young man’s shoulders. It made him look even taller and broader. The fresh undercut only contributed to the imposing figure that Nyx thought the boy wanted to flaunt.
Well. We’ll see if he still has that swagger after training, Nyx thought.
“Any idea who that one is?” Nyx nudged Crowe.
Crowe followed his gaze and nodded. “Considering that near-perfect military posture? Probably the Lord Amicitia’s son. Heard he was one of the top recruits this year,” she shrugged. “Why?”
“He’s…” Nyx trailed off. He looked at the others, who were politely looking around from where they stood, then back again at the subject of his scrutiny who was stoically staring straight ahead. “He looks like he’s got something to prove.”
“Don’t they all?” Crowe said. “C’mon, let’s give them the welcome speech.”
“You do the honors. I might scare ‘em off if I do it again.”
what would all the AUs & canon characters think of each other if they all ended up meeting somehow
Since there are so many characters I think it would probably take me forever and a day to go through everyone, but here are some thoughts:
All the Bruces are probably really suspicious of each other, although school!Bruce is probably the friendliest of the lot, being the most well-adjusted/normal of them. He’s probably a bit disturbed by the others though, because you’ve got this intense sixteen year old boy who keeps bringing up the paranormal, a slightly feral man who spent nearly his entire life underground, and Batman, who needs no elaboration.
Everyone who’s a teenager in the Mystery Teens AU is also highly embarrassed by their Mystery Teens counterpart because no matter who you are or were, you’re going to be embarrassed by some of the stuff you said and did while you were in high school.
Also I just had this mental image of the various Alfreds going D: over Artificial!Bruce and mother henning over him in a dignified butler kind of way, which Artificial!Bruce would probably find kind of overwhelming.
I feel like school!Ellen would be similar to school!Bruce in being very o_O about her counterparts, because they deal with all sorts of weird crap (canon!Ellen needs no explanation, artificial!Ellen is basically an agent for a SHIELD-expy, and teen!Ellen is a frigging ghostbuster) whereas school!Ellen is from an AU that is mostly mundane slice-of-life stuff.
I just realized all the non-school Bruces would probably have all sorts of weird, squirmy emotions about the fact school!Bruce’s parents didn’t die young in an event that gave him PTSD.
SIMILARLY I think canon and artificial!Eddie would both be having weird, squirmy emotions about teen!Eddie and school!Eddie because here’s this younger, much more innocent (sorta) version of himself, with so much potential and oh god, please don’t turn out like I did.
...Although artificial!Eddie’s exact reaction would probably depend on what canon point you take him from. Earlier on in the story he’d probably be more freaked out and more of a dick towards his alternate versions, later on he’d be more :c I think as we discussed once though, there would be a lot of bickering with canon!Eddie.
canon!Joker and mystery!Joker fighting over school!Joker. canon!Joker and mystery!Joker fighting each other, kind of like that Metal Face of Comedy episode. Both Jokers inducing absolute D: in the casts of the Artificial AU and School AU.
In the Mystery Teens AU, Selina naturally owns several cats, and Ethan’s family owns a rather beleaguered hamster.
In the School AU... Ozzie and his family have a couple of birds, like parakeets and similar, which he’s surprisingly good with.
Harley doesn’t own any pets, but she’s friendly with a lot of local dogs. Same thing with Selina, except replace dogs with cats and give the stray ones a tendency to pop up outside the classroom window and watch the class.
Nobody owns any pets in the Artificial AU, though depending on what point you ask RIDDLER he would say that Bruce counts.
artificial au, what do you think edward would end up doing after ellen and bruce are gone?
I’m going to assume that by this, you mean a scenario where Edward escapes the facility with them and gets a robot body, only for Ellen and Bruce to eventually die after several decades.
I think he’d probably be in a lot of grief for several years after that, tbh. Even if he’d gone through enough character development at that point to make him less of a psychological mess, losing the people you’re closest to is probably never going to be easy. (And he’d probably be dealing with a bunch of other people, like his old lab assistants, getting older and more tired...)
I kind of think that after a while of bonding with people and then them dying he might try using his tech know-how to turn someone he liked into a (willing) AI, just so he’d have a companion who wouldn’t die before he did.
I’m honestly not 100% sure of what he’d end up doing with his life beyond “science stuff,” but I have a mental image of him ending up running a city in a similar fashion to how he used to run the facility, albeit much more benignly and with much less toxic gas.
The one on the left is just a basic concept of Agent Yin confronting Riddler face-to-face for the first time, or at least as face-to-face as you can get with an artificial intelligence. The weird smears are due to my dad's scanner. This was supposed to be just a really brief doodle made in order to test the composition, though I ended up adding more detail than intended.
The one on the right is of Bruce carrying around Riddler's AI storage cube, while Riddler projects a glowering hologram of himself over Bruce's shoulder, something he does a lot after his fall from grace.
