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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 7
Like it or not, you've been dragged from your world into the sanctum. It's a pretty nice city, all things considered--sci-fi, high-tech, glamourous.... Except, of course, for the giant dome encircling it, and the threat of glitching, contaminated zombies at your door. Looks like humanity's built itself a fortress that looks suspiciously like a cage, too. Toss in the odd memory blanks and the everpresent logo of Bifrons incorporated and it's enough to make someone paranoid.
The object of this meme is to get people familiar with the world of the Sanctum, and to try to see if their characters would fit in a sci-fi utopia such as this. Here are your options:
1. Intro: Waking Up. Make your intro post, folks. You wake up in a strange place, and get a strange transmission to go with it. There's a pair of glasses connected to some sort of communications network, but otherwise not much else in the room with you. What are you going to do?
2. Pet Adoption. Maybe you have the perfect genetically engineered pet in mind. Maybe you found a stray little escapee--do you keep it or turn it in? There's a reward if you let Bifrons know where the potentially dangerous little bugger is at, after all.
3. Alterations. Feel like you need an edge in the city? Find yourself injured and looking at options? Why not consider genetic alterations or, better yet, upgrading to a better, healthier you? Be warned, some of the side effects can be a little unpleasant.
4. Network Glitches. Strange garbled messages keep trying to come through in audio and text, but no way to track where they're coming from. Do you try to make contact? Compare notes with others? Surely it's nothing to be concerned about, right?
5. Dome Glitches. What was that in the window? There, again, in the bathroom mirror! Is that another you, living another life? Or maybe you spot an ominous shadow lurking around in the corner, something like a dysthrope but...worse. You're not going crazy, are you? Others see it, too, don't they? Oh, I wouldn't touch that reflective surface if I were you, or you might end up thinking you're living in that strange other world.
6. Outside the Dome. You're out and about without an armed escort, suited up against the atmosphere and dysthropes. It's supposed to be a green sector in this run down shell of what used to be a suburb, right? Nothing could possibly go wrong
7. WILDCARD. Choose your own adventure or create a cocktail from the presented options! The choice is YOURS.
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"York? What are you doing here? Where are we and- what do you mean again? I've never seen this place before."
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He stops though when he sees York up close, his eyes widening in surprise. Last time he'd sen York, the scars had been pretty new still and his eye had- "The hell happened?"
People didn't just grow new eyeballs.
Wash shakes his head. "I was just going into surgery to get my AI implanted. Hey, you and Delta, you said you could hear him right from the start, right? I can't hear anything."
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Oh shit.
"Aw christ. You are the second earliest in our shared timeline. See. It's not just where we're from that we get yanked around to here. It's also when. I'm about....five or so years after you, North's six, Delta's after him, then Tex and the Alpha and Maine' at the earliest slot- it's kind of a mess. I have a chart made up. But. Yeah. You got a whole lot of bad to look forward to and I"m just gonna- Yeah. Bunker. Beer. A lotta beer. And you probably don't have Epsilon and that's a good thing. You sorta...." He waves a hand vaguely. "Due to shit I'm not saing here, it didn't go well."
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Shared timelines. It sounds like a crazy movie or really dumb novel, but he's saying it with all seriousness and York wouldn't lie to him, right? Or at least he'd make up something more believable than time travel. "You're serious about this. And what? The Alpha is here?" He'd only heard scraps about the Alpha, something that they weren't supposed to know about, but it was impossible to keep that kind of secret from a group like them. He just knew that it was something the AIs had an interest in.
He rubbed his forehead and then nodded. "I need a lot of beer. I'm too sober to deal with this." Even if he was poking at what York could mean about his AI implantation not going well.
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It really is good to see him again.
"I'll take you to meet him after. Debreif with Clair too, she's still sorta in charge but we don't really have any kind of formal organiztation. North and Maine and tex joined up with the local military. I'm a cop."
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Fucked up didn't even cover a half of it.
Still, he manages to smile, and clasps York's hand when it's offered, a firm grip. "A cop? Aren't you usually on the other side of things?"
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Paranoid York is Paranoid.