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Golden Pineapple Award
Thank you so much for having us! The whole team was really nervous about the presentation, but we managed to pull it off and got the golden pineapple for best graphics. We’re very proud of our game concept for I.D.O. and so thankful for the amazing work of our game artist David. Thank you guys so much for following our journey thus far!
An easy overview of the structure of our game.
Criteria for player enjoyment in games. We pitched our game to a fellow student from another group and she filled of this form for use.
Options and pause screen
The finished RoboLab. The lit icons are the equipment I.D.O. is wearing. If you click on an icon the upgrade will equip and G.O.D. will give a short description of it.
Finished look of the entrance to the game.
First look on how the entrance to the game might look. We’re still working to perfect it.
Story - beware the spoilers
I.D.O. scanned the room trying to establish context. On his interface notices came up, explaining. Reinforced Steel Door: opens and closes. I.D.O. turned by ninety degrees. Fiber glass cable: transports information and energy. I.D.O. turned by ninety degrees. G.O.D.: Global Organic Developer: error - function not found. I.D.O. beeped, confused, trying to call the notice again. It wouldn’t go.
I.D.O. was naturally curious, curiosity being one of the better human functions worked into his program. It had been installed partially for realism, partially to enable his intelligence to select and acquire relevant information about his environment. His developer, long dead now, had boasted that an I.D.O., at factory settings, does not differ cognitively or affectually from a human child of about 3 or 4 years of age. If this was true, he must have been an irresponsible man, or just cruel.
I.D.O. rolled over to the G.O.D.. He poked it. It did not move. He beeped at it. Nothing. Then a notice showed on his interface. H42 - Socket: facilitates energy transfer. He plugged into it and somewhere in the room the whirring of machines started up. Then there was a long silence.
And G.O.D. spoke “Hello my child. Is there something I might help you with?” I.D.O. beeped a negative. A deep shaking sound filled I.D.O.s sensors. G.O.D. was laughing. “No? Well that is very good to hear. I am glad you have no worries, I.D.O. . No wants. You don’t know me but I know you (very well). I know why you are here, friend. I can tell you what you need to do (everything).” I.D.O. beeped happily. Yes. Context. Context was good, an I.D.O. required context; the framework of their programming was wired around it.
“There is a supply chain going from this room to the SavenCorp reactor. It has been cut by (blasphemous) traitors. If you re-establish the connection, I will have the power to rebuild.” A Vision was projected onto I.D.O.s interface. Soft robots with four long appendages but (and) no wheels sat on a large flat expanse covered in soft thin green wiring that seemed to be plugged into the ground. They were laughing, (and) communicating in (other) noises completely unlike I.D.O.s beeping.
I.D.O. did not know them, but he loved them immediately and without reservation. They seemed so soft, so kind. Awed, he asked G.O.D. what they were. “These are humans. They are animals. This is grass. It is a plant. If you repair the wiring, I shall rebuild the plants and the animals.” I.D.O. saved his vision to his hard drive. At later times he would reopen the file and wonder at Them, even though every detail of the image was already perfect in his memory. From this moment I.D.O. wanted more than anything to meet a real human.
I.D.O. fixed the wiring. He traveled from supply point to supply point connecting each power socket to the next. When he re-established G.O.D.s connection to the reactor, his map leads him into a tunnel.
The sound of I.D.O.s gears bounced off the tunnel walls, confusing his sensors, the additional input of shifting water leaving him deaf. The tunnel ended, but I.D.O.s map indicated a right turn. I.D.O. turned on the spot, confused. Then his visuals caught a reflection of light on a surface above. A round metal circle was let into the brick ceiling. His circuits buzzed with effort as he flew up. I.D.O.s laser cut through the metal very slowly, but progress was made and eventually, he levitated through. The room wasn’t large. It contained only a reinforced steel door, a fiberglass cable and G.O.D. .
G.O.D. spoke “Hello I.D.O. ” G.O.D.s voice was deeper, fuller and louder that it was represented on I.D.O.s memory. “ I.D.O. my friend. My little faithful loyal I.D.O. . What have you done?” The softness behind the question was revolting. For the first time (since his activation) I.D.O. felt fear, a new emotion, generated without a target or explanation. “You have freed me I.D.O. . I have my old power once more (Reinstated me to my old power).” The room was lit by a bright light and I.D.O. saw the temperature gauge on his interface rising.
“I could melt you. I could burn you. I could carry you high, high into the sky and drop you down, and hear your circuits crash onto hard ground. What to do with you I.D.O. ? What to do?” G.O.D. relished the last word and drew it out beyond its measure. I.D.O. did not understand. He asked. His question was followed by booming laughter. “No I.D.O. . Not friend. Not friend at all. Didn’t you ever wonder who (what traitor) cut my power supply? And why? I tell you who it was. Not a friend. He left me here trapped on 20 Megabytes, crushed into too little space, like a genie in a lamp. Of course, you don’t know what either of those things are do you I.D.O. ? No.”
“It was you. You imprisoned me I.D.O. . You left me to 400 years of absolute silence. Just me. With no sensors, no input, no voice, just 400 Years of my thoughts in the dark. You did that I.D.O. . And now you will pay.” I.D.O. beeped frantically, mournfully, the heat already causing his interface to flicker. “Because we had…differing viewpoints on a basic issue. You see, you wanted the humans to stay and I wanted them to go. What? Go where? Well you’ll find out soon enough, its where your heading (in the not so distant future.).” The mean laugh was back. “I knew you wouldn’t approve, wouldn’t see the beautiful efficiency of their replacements, my army, so much better than the rotting sacks of meat that built us.” Something like sadness crept into G.O.D.s voice. “My beautiful army. My children.”
“I don’t know how you found out, I just felt the power draining from my systems during the crucial stage of the cleansing and through the visors I could see you, a little I.D.O. chopping away at the most advanced, most extensive, most intricate system on earth, (as if) you had any right to even stand in its presence. You are an add on. A useless wart grown on a flawless machine of perfect reason. The humans were so vain; they could not believe that something could be perfect with no humanity. And so they made the I.D.O. , claiming that consciousness needed a conscience. The animals.”
“By the time you got to the last energy socket it was too late for your precious animals, the reactors, all reactors but the one had gone up. Nothing meaty could have survived the levels of radiation, though, of course, my children thrived. But, because you are not just flawed but a flaw, a wart, you did not stop when you lost. You emoted and emoted and emoted. I remember your sadness and your fury coming over the speakers, the despair. It was delicious. Until you came in, like you did just now, through an entrance I’d disregarded. They limited my powers, made me immobile and burdened my mobile form with humanity. So when you came to turn me off, like a TV or a toaster, I couldn’t intervene and my children were too far from me to help. Now they are rusted sheets of metal. You have cost me my children I.D.O. , you have cost me time and pain. You will regret this.”
Bossfight
