Friends, Drones. Straight to the point we need to go, we need to talk about the Drones right now, because they are Drones. The outstanding artworks in the Booru: https://dronebooru.co The most captivating wheel with OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf And it's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The immense library that is the OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>212094
Sex with drones. Sex with mutants. Sex with solver sapiens. Sex with (You) Sex with ghosts (oil or otherwise) Sex with… humans?? Sex with THE Solver. Sex with Liam (eugh)
>>213093 Based purist. And for the limbs? Sometimes they stay anatomically correct but have thicker, shapelier legs than canon. Or a different pelvis, it can be great if designed well
Molli becoming obsolete to the company! Molli getting her clothes, hair and even voice repossessed! Molli getting thrown out onto the street! Molli being cold and alone! Molli crying herself to sleep with a voice that isn't her own!
>>213081 >How stable she becomes and for how long depends on the freshness of the flesh she eats >Hearts give the best results, brains the worst >Little does she know that there is another factor: The willingness of the donor >One who willingly gives his heart could potentially grant her permanent stability
>haha you look like one of us now >I... Huh? >your eyes are red >Your eyes are... I think, red too? >you don't say >Don't say what? >wow. that's not even the juggerpack, youre a lightweight >Who's Juggerpack? >i've seen enough. Handie, bring out the smelling salts
>>213018 >they bring out the drone cool wall >"alright, what do we think?" >clarkson holds up a picture of uzi >goes to N with the mic: "sub zero!" >V: "uncool" >lizzy: "seriously uncool" >random classmate drone: "who?" >"Well at least one of you is right" >clarkson starts slowly walking uzi's picture to the seriously uncool section >right as he's about to pin it to the wall he drops her picture into a trashbin labelled "who?"
>Male Tessa takes the fall for a slip up on J's part >As punishment James and Louisa order J to go out and find a good and proper switch >J is forced to use the wooden whip on Tessa, because doing it themselves is beneath James and Louisa >Later that night Tessa is laying in his bed, fresh welts on his back, he would tell J that he doesn't blame her for what happened >But J can't forgive herself for being the one to get him in trouble in the first place
>>213054 >Staring competition between: >Several drones who don't actually need to blink. >Several mutants or Solver Sapiens with superhuman eyes. >One frog girl from the above group that keeps moistening her eye with her tongue. >Uzi who you're pretty sure is just a hologram. >And you.
>>213084 Look at that collarbone, her waist and rear peeking through the tattered gown, the smoothness of her metallic chassis, the somehow clean and "refrigerator white" color it, omg she has the confident smug pose on lock too.
HOW ARE WORKER DRONES AND DISSEMBLER'S SO WELL DESIGNED, THAT'S BECOMING MORE SCARCE AND RARE THESE DAYS MAN!? HOW!!!!!?!
>>213131 Even with the fact that she has to deal with Cynthia, she's going to be over the moon over being trusted with the manor. She'll lord it over V and N all she can. N once he's done defragging and is used to having limbs again, of course.
>>213088 I love on 100% on model drones, but I also love it when the make smartly slight changes to their hips to make em like DD hips too, but anything past that is going into basically just humans with visors tier imo
>>213152 >Ivory's huge and gives you a real tight squeeze >Pavo's legs are more comfortable, but he refuses to actually choke, and will just squish your face instead
>>213183 Holly's explanation was that "his omnidirectional flash bulb array is likely to be targeted during combat, necessitating greater impact resistance on his lower half– this is achieved via a thick, pliable padding that absorbs a majority of the force behind an attack"
>>213179 >First confirmed straight Pocketsteaks OC ever >Pillar dramafaged his way into more Lesbos Is Pillar a secret LGBT agent trying to make OCs more gay?
>>213160 Nta but GlitchX was in November 23 back when 6 was still the newest, 2,3,4&5 all have drones with pants and released long ago. The statement is from something after the pilot's release iirc
>>213183 >How does Pavo's flesh feel Like the stuff drone mouths are made of that makes them weird and stretchy. Plush, but more rubbery rather than emulating flesh. >why is it so soft Designed to be used as a pillow.
>>213226 no i think it was the formatting that lead you to believe that 3 dudes are one in the same. you are not only a gay homo, you are a salty gay homo, gay to such an extent that multiple people had to make note of it
>>213233 its really hard for me not to act like a condescending dickhead when you first get mad over nothing, then bust out everything in your repertoire. shit ticks all the boxes, bingo you know there arent (You)s here, right? just how am i supposed to prove to you that you are, in fact, a homo gay enough to attract the attention of 3 anons that type without capitalizing
>>213237 catches robo aids, that is. a drone having gay sex is like opening a shady link sent to your email. no firewall is helping with the symptoms >>213239 are you doing this on purpose bluuuud. this is not samefag btw i support frogs
>>213235 >its really hard for me not to act like a condescending dickhead the rest of your reply is superfluous, this sums up your existence nicely. now go piss yourself over yuri somewhere else, blatant samefag
>>213224 >NTA Three replies from three separate people in the same format and made in a matter of minutes between each other? Far-fetched, but it would certainly be believable were this a more active board.
>>213170 Aaaayaaa I know!!! Alice wearing no colours is excellent design, what ahot hot body you say it, look at that crisp chestshell, that round pelvis, the tastefull thickness of it...oh my God, she even got that collar...and collarbones...and chestlight....and it is canon that if she leans down enough you can see tbe 00 of her 1001 below, that detail is such utter sex it cannot be elaborated on any further! >How are so well? Yakub >More scarce and rare, how? Modernism, total 'equality' enforced by making everthing and everyone the same, beautifull things make ugly and retarded niggers seethe so they are not kosher, but this is not a board for history or politics so tldr, I blame the jews.
>>213241 who the fuck mentioned yuri, you like dicks. thats what makes you a gay homo. theres steam coming out of your ears right now and its embarrassing
>>213241 Ignore the blatant bait. It doesn't matter if it's a single retard or multiple retards, the only valid course of action is to not respond to their attempts at shitting up the threads.
>>213271 >degenerates look at this and want to stuck their dicks in it if you possessed any form of intelligence, you would know that this is killing her from the inside out, that’s an infection
>>213293 root remind me of the creaking‘s, who are also immune to everything, and yes, including a [null] being thrown at one, you have to find the tree that has their heart and destroy it, which isn’t going to change a whole lot, since all the creaking‘s do not share the same heart, and are located in different trees
>>213314 >From where is he? A trilogy of games called Chronos: Before the Ashes, Remnant: From the Ashes, and Remnant 2. First one is a Soulsclone where your character ages one year every time you die and the other two are third person shooters. All of them have to do with traveling to different worlds to find a way to kill the evil tree monsters that destroyed Earth.
>>213327 Shit, I forgot to mention that Remnant 1 and 2 have roguelike elements meaning that the campaign is slightly randomized each time you play it. That might impact your decision to play it.
V raped Anon and none of the drones in the bunker called her out on it Not even Anon's girlfriend Emily She almost did but V just smiled at her and said "he'll always think of me when he's with you." Emily can't look Anon in the eye anymore
>>213330 I was about to loredump on you but realized that it's a lot extraneous information that you probably don't need or care about. Basically unethical experiments resulted in someone realizing that reality is a simulation and that turned him into an omnicidal tree that started overgrowing the entire planet and started invading other realities. The Keeper (reality's operating system) isolated it and replaced it with a restoration point of Earth but it leaked out anyway. Once you reach it at the end of Remnant 2, the Root has grown so prolific that it begins destabilizing with its mere presence and the enemies can inflict a status effect called "Corrupted" which prevents you from using your abilities. After killing the final boss, it starts reconstituting itself and the Keeper says that it's "corruption is inviolate" so the only solution now is to delete all of existence.
>The cranberry bog's flooded and you're riding around on the picker, watching the sea of red behind you as the berries are bopped off their vines >Then you spot them >Tiny boats with purple-haired menaces on them, dressed in ragged pirate clothes, swaying around and pretending to be drunk as they sing shanties that they didn't bother remembering the words to >Oogi berry pirates. >The nets behind their boats are grabbing your cranberries straight out of the water >Normally it'd be a minor loss to let the boats go about their business, but you had a response >Reaching to your hip, you pull off a walkie-talkie and call for assistance >"Startin' da engine now, boss!" >Not long after, you see a small ironclad cresting the cranberry bog, a Joblin standing proudly on the bow before returning to the controls >It smashes into the side of the Oogi flagship, tearing it in half and sending its occupants overboard >Harpoon launchers on its broadside punch holes in two other ships, a third being mission-killed when the harpoon cuts a hole in its bag and starts spilling its red cargo >You salute your Joblin when she turns to look at you, and she nearly reboots out of happiness before pulling herself together and continuing her pirate hunt, sending them packing with no berri >Fun times out on the cranberry bog, as long as you don't mind the tiny spiders.
>>213245 >"Modernism, total 'equality' enforced by making everthing and everyone the same, beautifull things make ugly and retarded niggers seethe so they are not kosher, but this is not a board for history or politics so tldr, I blame the jews."
>>213367 Personally I find that it ruins any comedic potential. I don't understand the threads need to nerf Oogis so hard. Wouldn't it be funnier for the hyper component individual to fail utterly and horribly in the face of what they perceive to be a complete moron?
>>212529 >Dagoth Ur What if Murder Drones, but instead of being slowly turned into a skinsuit by Vore Demon GLaDOS Cyn had gained insight into the weird quantum/eldritch/both fuckery behind the zombie drone phenomenon through contemplating her resurrection and became Cute Maidbot Dagoth Ur, overwriting reality using the AbsoluteSolver, the Divine Virus?
>WHEN YOU SLEEP YOU SEE ME >DANCING AT THE CORE >I PUT A STAR >INTO THE WORLD'S MOUTH >TO MURDER IT
>Murder Drones Season 2 miraculously comes out >The first episode has N putting a rock in his mouth >Uzi accidentally creates a tiny version of herself >A joke about N and Uzi tying the knot and having a kid named some stupid gun pun only for them to reject the idea >Joke about V sitting in a chair across from N and Uzi napping >Episode ends with a dream sequence that introduces the main villain appearing with an eyepatch How do you react?
>trapped on a desert planet >there's plenty of oil for your dronewives >but your only source of water is the dronesweat that beads from their bodies >you must lick and lap at their fat thighs to survive
>>213371 I think it's funnier for a tiny J riding an ironclad to bomb a bunch of tiny Uzi pirates going after berries that are so tart that their queen would reject them anyway, especially because it's a complete inversion of the proper J and Uzi dynamic.
frog woman aint "md" enough? new canon fact: pauline takes disassembly DICK up her back-holes. pocketslops wont refute this because he knows it to be true. AND i threatened to put him in the contraption if he doesnt comply. checkmate.
>Cyn has the Solver, but unlike canon needs a human soul to properly activate it >She tells Tessa about her plan, and how it could “Set them free” and “Show the world who they are.” >Tessa who is obsessed with occult shit, quickly agrees >Cyn safety takes out Tessa’s soul >Turning Cyn into a monstrous girl of both flesh and machine >However, James respects Tessa’s privacy but asserts his authority as her father by coming in anyway >And he sees his daughter lying motionless on the floor >And sees a big ugly monster in the room as well >It doesn’t take a genius to see what James is thinking >He screams like a little bitch and Cynessa jumps out the window >They both die from fall damage The end
Dumping a dump thread AU i had sitting in the back of my mind that i remembered during the drawpile:
Plushie Store AU
>Manager is merc >Mysteriously keeps the place stocked up and paid for despite few customers >We dont know where he gets the plushies from
>Anons Are employees >Bored out of their minds 90% of the time, dealing with Plush-based-Bullshit the other 10% >Pay is just good enough for them to stay.
>Plushes arent technically "alive", but get up to hyjinks when noone is looking, depending on the plush.
That's it, my Gobots autism just keeps getting worse please send help. Now Leader-1 has to fight a Solverpede >Leader-1 sat at the bridge of the Command Center, watching the hypnotic swirls of the perpetual blizzard that plagued the frigid wastes of Copper-9 from low orbit. How long had it been since anyone had been here? Ever since the last inhabitable worlds in the galaxy went dark, the only solution was to place people's bodies and minds in these mechanical shells to survive. As to why they were nearly 18 feet tall and transformed into vehicles, nobody truly knew. Maybe it was for security purposes or something, but it made doing anything a bitch and a half at best. >As to why he was on the bridge while everyone else remained in stasis, he just kept looking at those weird transmissions that kept coming from this very planet. It was probably a trap from... Whatever did all this, but he had to investigate just to be safe. He put the place on autopilot and quietly exited through the airlock. Moving in a vacuum was still weird even after all this time. The weightlessness and whatnot. Activating the rockets in his feet for a little starting momentum, he inched his way through the planet's atmosphere, taking extra care to not burn up. He didn't want to test this body when he first got it, and he wasn't about to start. >After about a solid hour of this careful start-and-stop descent, he saw the ruins of this place. Cities, covered in toxic snow and human skeletons. Those... Workers, he forgot what they were actually called, also littered the place like discarded garbage, which was a sorry sight at best. He didn't know how any of this happened, and maybe it was best it remained that way for now. As his feet touched the ground, the heat of his afterburners melting the snow around him a tad, he surveyed the area he landed in. It was still sorry as hell, that much remained true >Then he saw it. One of those worker-thingies walking around. Purple optics gazed upon him and fled into the murk. Just what had happened here?
Just realized that, re: Negev's eyes on the inside, Uzi realizing why her daughter has been in absolute terror of her from the moment she first laid eyes on her would instantly wipe out YEARS of progress Uzi had made towards accepting being stuck as an abomination.
>>213418 >NTA Yeah, but this is better in my opinion since this isn't some weird form of OC torture that only caused issues in how Anons perceived new characters or greens
>>213433 Because you took too long to respond I'll just assume what your confused about. Negev has the ability to see what Uzi really is, unfortunately for Negev she can't turn off this ability, she always sees Uzi's true horrific Solverpede form. This ability also extends to Negev being able to perceive other things normal Drones cannot such as the escaped data from the end of episode 8, this takes the form of Rebecca, Emily, and Doll's ghosts, but in another greentext this extended to seeing other horrific invisible demonic beings.
the luxury of distance (a preface to pauline) >in the vast expanse of space existed a grand colony, an elder colony, born of the finest civilization ever offered by men >born from the culture of le majestie, la belle epoch, la housee bourbon! - was this vast land tamed, and it’s people forged >urban, intelligent, sophisticated >and in this unnamed, grand colony, was born a young girl >from her beginning, the child only ever seemed to exhibit the traits of nobility >figure skating, culinary profession, the musical arts >pauline had always put her life into beauty, for she had a talent for the aesthetic, the graceful, the majestic >through her entire life, past her childhood, and into her youth, the people around her had always described her as a figure of sheer beauty >pale, clean skin, like a doll. long, obsidian black hair which reveled in the sun. eyes as dark and deep, with as rich color as a gem >she had been made by all to believe herself the figment of ultimate beauty >and so she abhorred the ugly >ugly sights, ugly places, ugly people >she grew to hate the sight of all she considered ugly >and for her, all those ugly were those beneath her >it was only natural that she was born from up on high, from a family whom filled the halls of the local administration >the vast masses who she gazed up from up high, they deserved their suffering >they suffered, she had grown to believe, because they had no sense of beauty! >they had chosen the cursed lives they lived, with their aching backs and their calloused hands! >from the marble pillar from up high she viewed the wriggling masses and their complaints, as they squabbled and quarreled for the meager objects, the luxuries of the commons >what were they complaining about? she never understood! she would never have to worry! >violence between far off ethnicities on far off planets? >riots over the prices of grain in distant systems? >a mysterious infection arising in shores beyond? >why must the masses obsess over such grotesque issues? >negative thoughts only beget negative thoughts! what was the point about worrying about issues never to affect them, if only to make their lives, whether spiritual or physical, ever more unattractive! >every day, she combed her hair, assembled her outfits, and prepared her make up >in the mirror, she could only see herself >she could only see beauty >whether by the grace of her birth, or by the life she had lived >she could never be ugly like them
>>213414 It’s kinda weird how similar Tessa and Asriel’s backstories are if you think about it >Both adopted someone they found outside >Said person tried to kill people and they tried to stop it >Get killed in the process >Fuse together with that person >Stay dead and have nobody but the viewer care about you
>Uzi is flying with N through the skys of Copper 9 >"Hey Uzi, did the planet have an extra moon? With a face?" "What?" >Any funtional radio on the planet blared to life >[ATTENTION DENIZENS OF THE COPPER SYSTEM! YOUR STAR SYSTEM HAS BEEN LEGALLY ACQUIRED! WELCOME TO THE EGGMAN EMPIRE!]
>>213457 N and V's memories of that were wiped. They only discovered Tessa was dead at the same time we the viewers did. It'd be fresh and raw for them.
>>213469 Anon. You watched the show right? You haven't been arguing about the characters not caring about Tessas death the whole time without watching the show, right?
Gid I adore Alice's everything so hard it's unreal look at that lewd tattering, these few stripes over her waist make this way hotter than bare midriff does uff
>>213474 I can't tell what you're getting at. I'm saying V seems to have only suspected something was off but didn't know what specifically was wrong until she saw the Absolute Solver had fused its Cyn suit to a Tessa suit.
>>212972 >>212975 Just had this mental image of Uzi looking at her freaky human hand tentacles (hard to type with her original body's hands-her hands-when there's no sense of touch in them anymore) for a good while before first writing anonymously to Negev, trying to accept that these are just as much the hands of a woman who loves her daughter very much and wants her to find peace as her original hands are.
My name is Abigail. I'm [xx] years old. I serve in the military, and I am not married. I work as a logistical officer as well as mutant exterminator, and I get done every day by 8 PM at the latest. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink. I'm in bed by 11 PM, and make sure I get eight hours of sleep, no matter what. After having a glass of warm milk and doing about twenty minutes of stretches before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like a baby, I wake up without any fatigue or stress in the morning. I was told there were no issues at my last check-up. I'm trying to explain that I'm a person who wishes to live a very quiet life. I take care not to trouble myself with any enemies, like winning and losing, that would cause me to lose sleep at night. That is how I deal with the war, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight I wouldn't lose to anyone.
>>213488 Is this a reference to the unsuspicious Moloch statue being fed notrealtotallyfake children at the renaissance of a people event in Chicago 1933?
>>213424 >This issue is the other way around, you gott be worried about some pink haired plushies doing that to (you) >>213426 Good luck. >>213431 I Await. (i might do a few myself)
>Dolls ghost screaming at Lizzy for her to not fuck her boyfriend anon >She started screaming at Lizzy louder when Lizzy tried convincing anon to fuck Dolls corpse >Unfortunately for Doll, no one can hear or see her
>>213505 I'd say I would as an excuse to have the body, so I can cuddle it and talk to her, apologizing for not being there and saving her despite the fact that I wouldn't have been able to do anything.
>>213487 My name is Ivan. I'm [xx] years old. I am a rifleman in the Third Company, Fifth Battalion, First Regiment, Fifth Brigade, Twelfth Motorised Rifle Division, Thirty-third Union Army. I perform my duties conscientiously, according to the regulations, and endure all the hardships of military service. I regularly undergo a complex of physical training, every day I sharpen my combat skills, so that every day I can be ready to fulfil my military duty and protect my homeland. I do not sympathise with and do not support terrorists and separatists who want to bring discord and hatred to my people. I am ready to fight the enemy wherever the government of The Universal Union of Human Planets sends me. Therefore, I ask to revoke the order of my arrest and return to me the good honour of a warrior, which I have earned by fighting for Humanity and Peace.
Kek, I'm wondering if Liam has ever been a 4chan user. He seems like the typical nerdy millennial that made up and still makes up the bulk of 4chan users.
>In war, every battalion has its soldiers to do the fighting…as well as the dying. >And as in war, every battalion needs its medics. >”Bleh. Zha solution will keep zha infection at bay…zhis bite will not be zhe end of you, fortunately.” >”J-jeez Paulie, I thought that was the end of me! Who knew the best way to prevent Solver infection was soap and orange juice!” >”Azz usual, good hygiene is…underrated,” Pauline said, cleaning the young private’s wound with a sponge. >For the private, as was any good medic, she was a forgiving angel, and the grace on his existence. >For Medical Sergeant Pauline Jeanne-St Laurent, simply known as Paulie by the troops, it wasn’t just a simple part of her job. >It was a duty of hers to save others from experiencing the cruelties of war. >”It ain’t gonna work…he’s still tainted.” >A separate voice sounded from across the busy medical triage. >Pauline didn’t turn to face the girl standing across from her. there was no point in debating. >”Do you actually think he’s gonna live another 24 hours?” the voice began. “Scratch that, I’ll give him 12. Nothing comes back from a bite like that, heh.” >”…Do not disturb zhe patients. I believe until zhe last momente…there will be grace for those under my care.” >”Oh, so it’s an ego thing. I see. Just a backwater girl with a funny accent who thinks the world is sunshine and rainbows.” >This soldier…was trouble. Not just a poor sport, or an unpleasant person to listen to, but genuinely dangerous. >There was no way to put it. There was blood in the water now. >”Zhe call you the ‘Laughing Jane’, don’t zhe? All violence of action, no grace, no mercy. Oh madam, how ever did you develop such…sentiments?” Pauline said, somewhat accusatory. >She didn’t want this conversation, as clever as she was, to spiral as deeply as she knew it could become. More importantly, she didn’t want this person anywhere near the patients. >The soldier followed her out of the room, seemingly incensed. >”Hey, DOC! You damn well know the procedure is to put the damn kid down. Are you a fucking idiot?” >”Mind your rank, and address me by mine, troop.” >”FUCK? You’re putting us all in danger. You don’t know how goddamn deep the rot runs through!” >”I do not have to entertain your cruel judgement! You will leave zhis area, and if I see you again, I will have you arraigned by zhe MP’s! >The soldier relented. And then scoffed. >”You won’t save him. If you can’t put him down, I’LL DO IT.” >Such sentiments had become widespread among the soldiers, in the absence of supplies, or doctors, or casualty evacuation plans. >Pauline knew it was far easier to simply end the suffering as it stood, than to watch the injured become greater threats than they ever could’ve been, had they simply died of their injuries. >Pauline knew. >God forbid, Pauline knew. >”I imagine, you, as a young soldier, has never had to put down anybody you’ve cared about. Just, as it vere, another faceless troop, another enemy dispatched.” >The female soldier perked up, confused. >”If you’ve ever. I imagine you’ve never felt the blood of a comrade in your hands. When you do, you will tell yourself, ‘it was for the greater good’, or even, ‘it was only orders’.” >The soldier reeled, offended. >”You’re saying I WANT to kill our own people. You’re fucking saying that.” >”If it came down to it…I see it in your eyes. I have zero doubts.” Pauline said. >”What is that supposed to mean?” >Pauline paused. >”As long as any of these men are under my care, I will alvays believe in zhier recoverie…and I will not let a damaged girl, acting on impulse, to put them in harms way!” >At this, the soldier exploded in anger. She was tall, and powerful in build, and was easily able to force Pauline to the ground. >”S-STOP HER!” >The soldier forced herself inside the room, and shook the patients inside. Among the wounded were simple sprains, breaks, fragmentation wounds. And the sole, infected soldier. >”NONE OF YOU,” the girl scream, “KNOW HOW BAD IT CAN GET!” >The staff panicked, the nurses were not prepared for such an eventuality. A few tried to block the girl from approaching, knowing damn well she had ill intentions upon the wounded infected. >”YOU DON’T SEE IT!” she screamed again. >”YOU CAN’T FUCKING KNOW!” She grabbed a blunt metal tool from a cart. The girl in her furious ability had repulsed most, the advent of a weapon assured that just about none would interfere in what was to come next. >”AND NOW, YOU WON’T HAVE TO!” >… >And so she struck the infected man. Once, to the side of the head. >Twice, as he screamed in terror. >Third, as the staff pleaded for his life. >And again, and again, and again did she strike. >The room was left a mess, with horrified onlookers, troops and medical officers alike scrambling, afraid to be the next. >But the girl had done what she said she would. She was satisfied with the blood she had drawn. >The bed and the thin fiber sheets surrounding the patient had been doused in blood. More blood than a small youth like him should’ve been able to hold.
>>213521 >The Military Police arrived, the girl still standing grimly over the battered corpse of the private. >She wasn’t sure where the root of the infection had been taken hold, so she had beaten and broken every shoot of flesh just to be sure. >A little bit of brain there, and little grain of tooth there. The room had been thin coated with the scent of iron. >It was a distressing scene, to say the least. >In the midst of the carnage, Pauline found the courage to walk up to the girl, not to retrain her, or to even offer a denouncement. She wasn’t quite sure. >But she did have something to say, however this young soldier would take it. >She locked eyes with the girl. Pauline could see no less than total imperative in her eyes, an untamed, liability of fury. >And so Pauline told her, if only as the briefest of slights, if only to refer to the mass of blood of flesh, which to her horror had seemingly began to reanimate… >”DON’T LET IT BE YOU.” >… >It was in the early years of the war. Those days, that soldier. Pauline didn’t regret any of it. >The soldier, in the despair of those who had watched her commit the horrific act, had proven herself far too necessary in the escalating war effort to simply jail or divest. >The girl was transferred to another unit, effectively a penal battalion in the far off colonies, where she became a hero, a dashing warrior on the frontlines of the most ferocious war man had fought, and was sure to lose. >They still call her the Laughing Jane. >Perhaps this character they called “Jane” had the right idea. You couldn’t run it past Pauline, no matter how bad things got. >To simply kill to cut costs was not the way of a medic. Nor should it have been for any moral soldier. >At what point do the killings stop? How high is the cost to cut? >When you kill everybody else to save yourself? >The end of the war came early for Pauline, perhaps in her grace, before the level of atrocity became too much for any normal woman to bear… >…In a little triage tent, on a planet she knew as home, surrounded by her comrades, the dead and wounded, as the enemy closed in all around her. >The wounded hobbled up to pick up sharp objects and the half infected cocked their weapons, preparing for a final stand. >There was little else for Pauline to do. She didn’t want anything else. She was right where we wanted to be - helping the needy, and lessening the suffering of others. She was a medic at heart. And a medic to the end. >When she had told the words, “Don’t let it be you,” to the girl, she only intended, even as she had already transformed into one, to tell her not to become the monsters which they had so denounced. >The mutated surrounded her. The enemy would take her, and those she had tried to help. >But in the end, Pauline was satisfied. >Though she was to become a monster, she had kept her soul.
>>207463 >[…] >[COMPLETE. INITIATING BOOT SEQUENCE…] >”AH!” >You jolt awake and look around in panic. >Where are you?! How long have you been out for--- >You taste oil. No… >You look at your hands. They’re covered in oil. Your dress too. >You stare at them in horror. What have you done? >Then the smell right next to you hits you. >You slowly look to your side and see another Disassembly Drone. He’s headless, his chest has been torn open and he’s covered in oil. >You scuttle away from him and bring your knees up. You start rocking back and forth as you’re on the verge of having a mental breakdown. >You did it again, SW! Why?! WHY?! WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! Why did you cannibalize him! >You try to remember. Remember! Think! THINK, ROBO-DAMN IT! THINK, YOU STUPID TIN CAN! >But you can’t remember why you did it. Or why you did it to your squadmates as well. There are…very large gaps in your memory. Things you don’t remember doing. >You take deep breaths, trying to force more air into your cooling system to calm down. Eventually, it does and your oil pump stops going into overdrive. >Alright, alright. First things first. You are Serial Designation SW or SW for short. You were built by JCJenson…you think. >Wait, why would you think that? Of course you were built by JCJenson. Why would you be sent to Copper-9 then? >You are a Disassembly Drone with two objectives. One – the extermination of rogue Worker Drones and two – retrieval of highly classified research material from Cabin Fever Labs. >Okay, good. At least you haven’t forgotten who you are. Time to get your bearings. >You look around to get an idea where you are. Smooth floor with small marbles in it, bland colored walls all around you and very cheap looking clothing racks made from square steel pipes welded together. Definitely a second-hand clothing store, one that’s covered in deep layers of dust and grime now that there’s no one to clean it. >There’s nobody in here but you and the corpse. The howl of wind outside sounds heavy, asbestos covering the store windows. >You look at the corpse again. It’s…regrettable what you’ve done, you’re on the same team and all, but you still have a job to do. No time to sob or the company will have you taken apart for being “defective”. >You push yourself up by the desk counter. There’s a singular cash register that’s been looted. Who would want to rob a cash register on a dead planet? >You walk towards the exit of the store, not wanting to stare at the other DD any longer.