#cybernetichacked

[cultkiid]

@cybernetichacked ; starter call.

Click. Cool metal presses to the back of his neck. The gun cocks. The innocent hitchhiker is now the apathetic parasite. “Just shut the fuck up and keep on driving.” Neon motel signs reflect in her olive hues. She tightens her grip on the pistol. “If you behave, I won’t have to shoot you.”

[burndroid]

@cybernetichacked

MEME. // @burndroid

    ❝FR500…Tim.❞  

    It came out as a murmur in an attempt to fill silence as he mulled over the androids words. Ivan had been doing his damn best to keep out of things once the Deviant outbreak hit and yet…he couldn’t help but find himself wanting to help. It would land him in hot water, but the truth was he didn’t think he cared anymore. He felt more attached to the androids than people anyway.

    ❝Do you need me to assist you?❞ He asked, looking up from the computer screen. ❝I’ll do anything I can to help.❞

--- The finger he had pointed at the man wavered in the air. “That was... awfully simple.” He dropped his arm, moving closer. The light emanating from Ivan’s monitor painted him as an even more mysterious figure for Tim. Detroit was crawling with enforcement models. Preventative measures against scanning them made it difficult to trust every man and his dog. One step forward, two back. “I have been told you are experienced with data mining. Is that true?” He rubbed his palms together. “I met with someone. A technician. She told us of abnormal behavior reported in 2022 --- androids thinking, realising, being. Labelled small-time errors.”

The android curled his fingers over the screen’s edge, quiet. “Sixteen years we’ve been shouting ‘alive’ and they knew. So I want to know who has those reports.“

[fcrensis]

🤙 Bump into my muse

                                           🤙 bump into my muse                                                          non-verbal starters                                                                 accepting

However sharp and sudden, the contact was not entirely unexpected  ;  it happened, in the thick of things. People didn’t pay quite enough attention and found themselves shoulder-checking someone they didn’t even know well enough to exchange an acknowledging not at. Melissa felt bitter none the less, but held her tongue.

It happened.  It happened.

But entirely unexpected was the face when she glanced swiftly to the culprit, entirely unfamiliar. Unfamiliar did not always mean unauthorised, but still she was quick to respond, turning to the stranger, tense and authoritative.

    ❝  Excuse me, sir,  ❞

And she almost  looked  authoritative, too, in the rise of her jaw, inquisitive and vaguely suspicious gaze. Not as authoritative as an armed officer, but there was no sense in making a scene of something that needn’t be made into anything.

    ❝  You need authorisation to go through here. It’s a crime scene, and you really don’t want    your DNA all over it.  ❞

[rubiesintherough]

❝ we’re gonna have to keep ice on that. ❞

(( @cybernetichacked — meme ))

She’d not asked for this help… but, decorum required a grateful smile on her perfectly painted lips, a softly mumbled  ‘ thank you ‘  offered his way as she pressed the pack against her hastily swelling ankle. It was no worse than anything she’d gained during practice, before. Nothing that wouldn’t mend on it’s own, with ice and painkillers. But, still embarrassing. A highly trained ballerina, tripping over her own two feet on the stairs. Good god, she could almost hear her parents already, chattering on through her phone, reprimanding, grating on her fraying nerves…     “ I appreciate this. “     Her tone was carefully minded. As genuine as she could manage.    “ But, It’s not necessary for you to stay. Injuries like this are common in my line of work, so I’ll be fine tending to it on my own. “ 

[rubiesintherough]

‘ you’ve been – you’ve been manipulating me. ’ (for Olympia maybe idk)

(( @cybernetichacked — tba ))

She paused at the door, taking a long — rather awkward — sip from her drink. Cleared her throat.    “ Uh, yeah. Kind of. If it makes it any better, it wasn’t anything personal and I feel totally bad about it. You seem great. Super.   —— But, didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter. If I had, you bet your butt I wouldn’t have done it, but that’s… that’s just the way it goes. “      

     “ Anyway, have a good day? Hope it’s completely manipulation free after this. “ 

[burndroid]

“YOU ARE NOT ALONE IN THIS.”

“I was just purchasing these Devilfire Chilli Noodles. Can I help you sir?” Tim smiled easily, un-crouching. Eyes sliding towards the cashier. Back to the person who had spoken. He beckoned the man further into the aisle. “I don’t understand what you are talking about, but you should not find me again.” The android went to leave, but suddenly fixated on the other’s face. His gaze switched from eye to eye. “Why are you telling me this? It isn’t safe.”