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E-Volution: a poll-based interactive story!
hi! i'm running a little interactive fiction game using tumblr polls. as it gets longer, I'll use this pinned post to link to the parts so you can read it from the start.
Click here for Part 1!
Click here for Part 2!
Click here for Part 3!
Click here for Part 4, which includes the most recent installation!
enjoy!
I did a little sketch of the mysterious guy who broke us out of somewhere in @edgebug Evolution poll quest. I haven’t really drawn in ages and I am super rusty whoops
Perini Navi 47m E-volution sailing yacht
E-VOlution: a poll-based interactive fiction
part 1 here!
You're pretty sure you can walk. A quick twitch of your legs tells you that all your systems there are functional.
But damn, your mystery friend looks pretty buff.
"No, I can't walk," you say instead, "you have to carry me in your big, burly arms."
He stares incredulously at you for .5 seconds before scooping you up out of your goop bridal-style like you weigh absolutely nothing. "Last time you tried this on me you actually could walk but I don't have time to call you on your bullshit right now so--hang on!"
You cling around his neck for dear life as he breaks into a run. You get an eyeful of the facility as you're being carried from it--a lot of white and chrome, then some cubicles, then--
A door opens to the side and a group of security guards steps out, chasing hot on your tail.
"Drop the robot!"
"Up yours!" your friend yells back over his shoulder. You swivel your head to peer back at the security guards--they don't look exactly friendly, and they're carrying stun guns.
"Up mine? Bro," one of the guards shouts back.
They take aim with their stun guns. One of them shoots a dart and whizzes past your friend's ear.
"E-Vo, buddy," your friend says urgently, sounding a little out of breath, "if you've got any tricks up your sleeve, any at all, now's the time to use 'em."
What do you do?
Hack the mainframe
Activate combat protocol
Have a panic attack, at long last
E-Volution: a poll-based interactive fiction
part 1 here!
Your friend can handle getting into the room. You've got questions.
"Am I some kind of robot?"
You slowly curl and uncurl your fingers. That humming noise you've been hearing, you're realizing, is coming from you. Hard drives spinning, maybe? Wait, shouldn't you be solid-state?
Ugh. All this existential shit is giving you a fucking headache. What kind of idiot asshole makes a robot that can get headaches?
(The idiot asshole that made you, apparently.)
No answer from outside the door, just more banging, and then--
CRASH!
He's body-slammed the door one last time and has burst straight through and there he is haloed in bright light from outside, and the moment seems to stretch infinitely, and...
And...??
...he's the prettiest man you've ever seen (but you haven't seen any others)
...he looks VERY stressed out
...he looks pretty AND stressed out
...and he's a solid four out of ten
E-VOlution: a poll-based interactive fiction
part 1 here!
A helpful little notion in the back of your head says Activate combat protocol?
Sure. Okay. Sounds good.
You act on instinct. Another taser dart whizzes past and you grab the cord out of the air; you yank it hard and pull the security guard off balance. In the same instant you're on your own feet, the stun gun flying into your hand like a yo-yo with another quick jerk of the cord.
A conduit in your palm opens and you grip the stun gun hard, pushing an electrical charge into its battery. It crackles in your hand, the battery swelling into a pillow and threatening to crack its plastic casing. Perfect.
"Catch," you say, and then you throw it at the other security guard at approximately Mach 4.
The stun gun explodes, electricity sizzling through the air and knocking the guards to the floor, motionless save for electrical muscle spasms as molten lithium polymer splatters over them.
"Holy shit!" your friend shouts. "C'mon, let's go!" He grabs your hand, apparently unafraid to touch you even after seeing what you just did, and the two of you keep running. Unfortunately you don't run for long--only a few yards, really.
"Oh--fuck," your friend says as you skid to a halt in front of a big, thick door marked EXIT; he mashes a keypad beside it and nothing happens except blinking red lights. And damn, the sirens are really starting to get on your nerves. "They've locked us in. I can't break this one down."
"I can't nap through this, can I?" you sigh.
"Not this time, buddy. Fuck," he says again. "I--okay, we might be able to hack our way out, but we'd have to stay here and do it and--you might have to fight off more security." He runs a hand through his long, fluffy hair, his chest heaving with exertion and adrenaline. "Or we can try getting out through the service exits, maybe they haven't locked those up yet, they're kinda out of the way, and, and we might be able to avoid more security going through the back but it'll take longer and it's probably locked anyway and--shit, E, you were kinda made for situations like this, right? What do we do?"
You were made for situations like this?
"I'll protect you. I've got your back. Hack the door."
"There's gotta be a ventilation system here, right? Let's go through there!"
"I can fake someone's credentials and unlock the door."
Run back and nab one of the downed security guard's badges. "Behold! Hacking!"
E-VOlution: a poll-based interactive fiction
part 1 here!
part 2 here!
"What was I made for?"
"Uh... well. So they were trying to develop a multi-purpose, MacGyver type robot, you know?" He pushes hair out of his face. "A bot that can be a field medic, or defuse a bomb, or hack a system, or--engineer a solution for whatever needed solving in the, you know. In the field."
"The field," you echo. "So I was supposed to be, what, police equipment?"
"Well. Yeah. I learned what they were going to do with you after... after I'd activated your base program for the first time." He turns his big eyes up to you. "I didn't like the reasons we were working on you, but--but you're amazing, E-Vo. I couldn't just quit my job." Those big eyes slide back down to the ground and his voice drops in volume. "I'd have never seen you again," he mumbles.
...huh...
"...So you stole me instead of quit your job?"
"If I was supposed to be all-purpose, why did they keep wiping my memories?"
"Yeah, fuck the police!" Hold up your hand for a high five
E-VOlution: A Poll-Based Interactive Fiction
Part 1 here!
You bravely decide to continue putting off that panic attack. You just don't have time for it right now. Sure, it'll probably be worse later, but right now you have other things to worry about. Like how many fingers you have on each hand.
"Uh, mystery voice? I don't have the right number of, uh, appendages."
"Wrong number of--did they take one of your legs or something?!"
Your eyes adjust further and you look down at your body, still in the goop. Two legs, two arms, a torso. All mechanical.
"No... just, I thought people had five fingers on each hand," you call back, uncertainly.
You hear swearing on the other side and then slamming on the door. Your friend sounds like he's given up on asking and trying to break through instead.
Now what?
Continue to ponder your fingers
Get up and open the door
Let him continue breaking in. "Am I some kind of robot?"
