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redthreadrpg2017-03-04 02:42 am
silentasterisk) wrote in redthreadrpg2017-03-04 02:42 am
FIRST LOG.
Who: *Hyun-ae, anyone who runs across her!
When: Day 1, sometime in the mid-afternoon.
What: *Hyun-ae has a body. She is appropriately freaking the fuck out about it, but not because it's dead, because it's a body, and she hates having a body.
Where: Her room (which is shared with Alphys, at present), feel free to hear her shrill screams across the way.
Warnings: Mention of... a dead body, possible allusions to Hate Story spoilers, AKA *Hyun-ae's backstory which contains mentions of: heavy abuse, graphic violence, murder, suicide, genocide/death, and sexual acts. Yes. All that. Please see my permissions.
[ A sudden, sharp inhale, and *Hyun-ae awakens. There's no whirring, no feeling of her processors... well, processing. It's all very convoluted. She's breathing, which in and of itself, is a problem that she wants to correct. Oh, sure, she can set up a program to mimic needing to breathe, but she has little to no need to do such things; she's an AI.
Artificial beings don't NEED to breathe.
No, the greater problem here is that she is in an unfamiliar place, not inside the ship's computer at all. Did someone download her and shove her into another drive? Is she in... AI space prison for what she did, her crimes catching up to her at last? No, she thinks, if that was the case, why in the name of the emperor would she be... feeling quite so much? She closes a hand, opens it, and throws off the covers.
Dinosaur pajamas. A hastily stitched wound on her chest. A slightly off skintone she barely recognizes. A small red ring around her finger... there's... is this... why are there TEARS in this? She feels the body. It feels almost clammy. Then, she notices it: an odd injury. A stab wound. Finally, unable to contain her incredible terror anymore, *Hyun-ae does the only sensible thing left to the poor AI:
She shrieks. She shrieks as loud as she possibly can, as long as she can, burying her hands into her hair. And when she's done letting out that long scream, she begins yelling hysterical words, tugging the long, dark, messy hair at her head, fumbling out of the bed and onto the floor. Mirror. Mirror. She needs to. Needs... needs to... make sure... she keeps it. Her...
She touches her throat. It's okay. She's got it. She's fine, she's fine.
But no matter how hard she tries to force the core programs inside herself to CALM DOWN, she can't. She's still hysterical, still upset. Someone is gonna have to calm this girl down, she's in tears. No. No, no no no no no nononononononono. She doesn't WANT to be in a body. She doesn't WANT to be in a BODY-- ]
SOMEONE HELP ME! THIS ISN'T RIGHT... THIS ISN'T RIGHT!!!
When: Day 1, sometime in the mid-afternoon.
What: *Hyun-ae has a body. She is appropriately freaking the fuck out about it, but not because it's dead, because it's a body, and she hates having a body.
Where: Her room (which is shared with Alphys, at present), feel free to hear her shrill screams across the way.
Warnings: Mention of... a dead body, possible allusions to Hate Story spoilers, AKA *Hyun-ae's backstory which contains mentions of: heavy abuse, graphic violence, murder, suicide, genocide/death, and sexual acts. Yes. All that. Please see my permissions.
[ A sudden, sharp inhale, and *Hyun-ae awakens. There's no whirring, no feeling of her processors... well, processing. It's all very convoluted. She's breathing, which in and of itself, is a problem that she wants to correct. Oh, sure, she can set up a program to mimic needing to breathe, but she has little to no need to do such things; she's an AI.
Artificial beings don't NEED to breathe.
No, the greater problem here is that she is in an unfamiliar place, not inside the ship's computer at all. Did someone download her and shove her into another drive? Is she in... AI space prison for what she did, her crimes catching up to her at last? No, she thinks, if that was the case, why in the name of the emperor would she be... feeling quite so much? She closes a hand, opens it, and throws off the covers.
Dinosaur pajamas. A hastily stitched wound on her chest. A slightly off skintone she barely recognizes. A small red ring around her finger... there's... is this... why are there TEARS in this? She feels the body. It feels almost clammy. Then, she notices it: an odd injury. A stab wound. Finally, unable to contain her incredible terror anymore, *Hyun-ae does the only sensible thing left to the poor AI:
She shrieks. She shrieks as loud as she possibly can, as long as she can, burying her hands into her hair. And when she's done letting out that long scream, she begins yelling hysterical words, tugging the long, dark, messy hair at her head, fumbling out of the bed and onto the floor. Mirror. Mirror. She needs to. Needs... needs to... make sure... she keeps it. Her...
She touches her throat. It's okay. She's got it. She's fine, she's fine.
But no matter how hard she tries to force the core programs inside herself to CALM DOWN, she can't. She's still hysterical, still upset. Someone is gonna have to calm this girl down, she's in tears. No. No, no no no no no nononononononono. She doesn't WANT to be in a body. She doesn't WANT to be in a BODY-- ]
SOMEONE HELP ME! THIS ISN'T RIGHT... THIS ISN'T RIGHT!!!
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[ She shakes her head. ]
If you heard those things, you'd probably swear off liking them forever. But that was just my ship. It was a place that somehow had become isolated over a period of time, and had gone back to an era, somehow, where the teachings were... not so great. Not that I'm sure how it happened. The logs all got wiped pre 0 year.
[ She touches her neck a bit, glances away, and then fiddles with her glasses. ]
As far as I can tell for this body, someone clearly injured it. There's some kind of... wound, on the chest. I mean, I could show you but that'd be... embarrassing! There's no need for that.
sorry for the way late backtagging, i had to hiatus from alphys longer than i expected
[Boy that part of that wall is very interesting right now. Staring over there for a minute doesn't hide Alphys' mortified flush at the idea that she meant to ask. Worse is the little question whether she did. But it lets her hide from *Hyun-ae's expression, and that's enough right now.]
W-well... I mean. I don't think humans have even gotten far into space, yet, where I came from...? They did some awful things, a long time ago. Almost past our history, too. There was a war, and they killed... a lot of us...
[She trails off for a second, considering.]
...M-maybe humans overall do suck. B-but some are decent. And I w-want to believe a lot of them are, b-because... they make so many great stories, about friendship, and kindness, and everything. There must be a lot who are trying.
i feel it
... Okay. ]
... Well. Not all humans are bad. My... [ Pause. ] Creators were really nice. They were really good people.
[ She's lying already. Should she feel bad? She should. But she can't be honest. ]