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FIONA PrologueOnce upon a time, in some kind of secret laboratory...Yeah, okay, not "Once upon a time" it was really only a couple of months ago. And the "secret laboratory" is pretty much my dad's basement, although it is still a lab. Some people call me "the Fully Independent Operating Networked Automaton." If you don't speak science, call me Fiona. I'm a robot that my dad, Alexander Froyde, built. My main "mission" right now is to see if I can easily blend into a setting filled with normal humans.
Basically, that means I'm going to high school. I start tomorrow, and I'm kind of nervous. It's not that it's particularly hard to blend in; I look like a normal seventeen year old girl, aside from my purple hair. I understand some human girls dye their hair in their high school years, so that's not a huge problem. The major issue I have is that finding my social niche could prove difficult, as I more or less know only the academics required, advanced electronic design, and a few languages. I'm all brai
Silence Breakers Ch3Forest of Confusion, September 30, 9042
"Xygro, this is the fifth time I've seen that rock." StarsCorona, known as Lilly in the real world, complained. She and her sister had been running around the forest for about an hour, with no exit in sight.
"Stars, it's called the 'Forest of Confusion' for a reason." Xygro shot back, "You're the one who wanted to come here in the first place. Because of some kinda jewel, I think?"
Stars stopped and flipped Xygro a sarcastic look. Xygro looked back, "Oh, I know. The jewel is for your hypno wand. I'm just as tired as you." Shouldn't she be leading this trip, anyway? "Did you forget where it was, or something?" Stars turned her head away, and mumbled something. "Can't hear you, Stars."
" Yes " Stars folded her arms across her chest, "I had a map, but I dropped it back in the town square. My belt pouch was full."
Xygro laughed, "Stars, just have PwNeD make your belt pouch bigger. He has that portal-maker spell for the
Silence Breakers Ch2Silence Breakers' HQ Entrance, September 23, 9042
PwNeD stepped up to the door. "Alright...What was our password, again?" He turned on the password keypad. "Let's see...one, one, one, uh...one!" A large red "X" appeared over the keypad. "Yeah, okay. I'll admit that was stupid. Maybe it was openthefreakindoor?" The keypad flashed red. "Okay, then. Anybody out there know the password?"
"I CANNOT COMPLY WITH THIS INFORMATION REQUEST." A metallic voice sounded from nearby.
PwNeD spun around, raising his fists. "Who said that?!"
"I CANNOT SUPPLY THIS INFORMATION AT THIS TIME."
The clang of a person in armor stepping forward could be heard, but in the cave, PwNeD couldn't tell where it was coming from.
"CHILDISH METHODS OF LOCATING ME WILL NOT PROVE EFFECTIVE."
"You couldn't just humor me? Oh well, I'll take you down and figure out who you are anyway."
PwNeD raised his arms and swung them sideways. A quick flash of light came from his body. When the flash subsided, PwNeD had his bat
Silence Breakers Ch1Ω Arena, September 23, 9042
The school was silent. Classes had let out two hours prior, and the last of the clubs had finally ended. The Silence Breakers stood in the common area of STL High, the real-world site of the Ω Arena, waiting for their opponents to arrive. Earlier in the day, a pair of players from the school had been attacking the inactive characters of students in the middle of classes. This was against one of the strongest laws that the Silence Breakers had written. If the two offenders lost in this match, their VR Immersers would be essentially recoded into calculators. Even if they won, they would be suspended from gameplay for six weeks. Either way, two rogue players would be gone for a while.
As they finally approached, Tyler spoke to them. "You guys have been jumping people while their characters are asleep, huh? That's breakin' a big rule, there. Oh well, your funeral. This battle will be between you two, and the team of Xygro and Clas of Haxzors." Madelein
Oscar's IntroOscar typed in the code to open his storage room. As he lifted open the door, he could see parts of his interworld communication device strewn about the floor. By the end of the day today, it would all be put together. He just had to connect a camera to the center piece and it would be ready to put together. Even if this thing turned out to be totally useless, it was still fun to put together.
After a few hours of completing and testing all the circuits, the machine was ready to test. He plugged in the main body and hit the power switch. The machine came to life! Several different pointless lights and buzzers started going off while the main features; the speakers, microphone, projector, and camera; slowly started lighting up.
"Alright, time to test it out." Oscar announced to nobody in particular. He walked up to the camera and "control panel" (A few switches and knobs he had put together to control the volume, frequency and visuals) and turned on the microphone.
"Can anyone hear me?
Mission 5-Org-SaturnineThe Matrix was always a fun world to visit. There were only a few people who actually posed a threat, and if he was attacked, Relyxt could always run back to the castle until he figured out any potential weaknesses. In fact, he only had one experience in which he was highly threatened.
It was just another day in the Matrix. Relyxt was running around, causing a little havoc among the human residents of the world. The Agents, who appeared to run the world from behind the scenes, appeared whenever he did this. They were strong, which was why Relyxt usually ran from any conflict with them. If he could just figure out why they could do what they could They didn't look any different from the average human, aside from their somewhat fancier clothes.
"Causing more trouble, I see."
" Hello, Agent." (Time to run!)
Relyxt hauled it down the street until he reached a small alley where he could probably get away quickly. He made the gesture to summon a Corridor of Darkness at the entranc
Prologue-Vitual RealityNews Report: Channel 1, August 30: Year 9043
"Hello, and thank you for tuning in to News 27. My name is John Joebertson, and I'm filling in for your normal technology newscaster Sam Liebman, who is sick with swinebirdburgerkingfludiseaseoforangitis. Being as he will be out for a few weeks, we will be having me and a few others covering the news. The story tonight involves those devices that you have probably seen your teenage children wearing, called the VR Immerser. If you have no idea what this is, it looks like a thick pair of sunglasses with an antenna coming out around the ears. More often than not, it is also accompanied by a small touch-screen device worn like a watch. These devices are used to connect to a game known as NetWorld, which is very popular based on the numbers of units that have been sold around the world. There is no main goal in NetWorld, but missions are sent to the players at the beginning of each week to be completed. If missions are not what the player
Relyxt Bio Org-SaturnineName: Relyxt
POE: The Distorted Signal
Found in: Hollow Bastion Floor
Born in: Hollow Bastion
Weight: 190 lbs
Brief Bio: Originally a real world tech for Space Paranoids (the only one with a KeyBlade), a Heartless attack on the
factory's generators during a maintenance period would lead to his heart loss at the hands of a sneaky NeoShadow. Normally
absorbed in projects of his own design,he can usually be seen spacing out if he's walking around the castle. Despite his quiet
behavior, he opens up once you hang around with him for a while.
Battle style: Usually tries to keep enemies at long range using his element, but he can create a knife using his weapon as a
base for an Interference blade to fend off those that get too close
Limit Break (Not suicidal, but dangerous): Screech Burst: An unstable field of Interference is created around Relyxt,
exploding and dissippating at the same time, causing heavy dam
Relyxt Physical Desc.Hair Colorurple, medium length
Hairstyleedhead, usually covers at least one eye partially
Skin:Caucasian, medium grade tan
Long-limbed, no noticeable musculature
Clothes: Normal Organization cloak, storage pouch attached to belt, pouch
flap and belt buckle have the Organization's symbol on them
Random Sexual Offenderman short storiesThis is just a collection of small stories about smexy, most involving him interacting with Arc in some humorous way, a few of which were even released on his tumblr account. I figured these little stories had been building up in my notes long enough, so i might as well release the lot.
Before I was named as a “proxy”,
(heck, i'm not even sure if he had really known much about proxies back then to begin with, and if he did, i know he hadn't really been considering it)
Smexy had made a different sort of offer to “claim me” within the boundaries of our deal.
Fall was just starting to really come into its own, the leaves in the process of changing their colors and the college campus humid and muddy from a recent rain. We were just kinda hanging around in the dorm room. I sat on the floor with my laptop, while Smexy was draped across the bed like some sort of big lazy cat, looking over my shoulder to watch the cartoon or whatever that was playing o
the Blood of HeroesIt was the middle of the night and the lab in the Guardians headquarters was quiet. That didn’t last as the door opened and three young people entered. “Um, are we going to get caught?” Stupendous asked, looking around nervously. “And isn’t there an alarm in here?”
“Don’t worry, squirt. Polygirl’s sound asleep in Gordon’s room. There should be enough time to do what I need to do,” Hnekakal said as she went over to one of the machines in the large room. “And I took care of the alarm.”
“Are you sure you know how to work that thing?” Testament asked.
“Eyup,” the Native woman replied as she started pushing bottoms on the control panel. “I memorized how this do-hickey works. It only looked like I wasn’t paying attention.”
Testament crossed his arms. “I’m not sure that it’ll work the same way on you that it did with me.”
She turned to him and thumped
Fat BloodNadina could only hear her feet quashing the swampy ground, as she traveled through a dense part of a forest. Clad in a blue armless top, adorned with logos from sponsors, and equipped with black shorts and shoes, Nadina forced herself through a tricky path. As soon as she reached the end of it, she got through a cave, proving her nearly-inhuman acrobatics.
As soon as she found herself at the edge of a scenic cliff, Nadina smiled, finally being able to climb Mt. Unreal, Alfatare's biggest mountain. "It's over," she said, "I conquered it all..."
Then, as the tanned blonde slowly turned, the area she stood on broke off. She yelped, and then screamed, as it came far too sudden for her to recover. Nadina screamed as loud as she could, praying there would be help.
"Get her to an ER! Get her to an ER!"
Backblast part 2In a secluded area of Stranger Industries where they wouldn’t be monitored or interrupted, the owner of the company was meeting with Warbuster’s pilot. “So what have you found out?” the masked man asked his employee.
“Well, I poked around the records and found several discrepancies in the inventory going back nearly a year and ending soon after Backblast appeared. So whoever he is, he probably works here since he knows how to manipulate our system, or at least has someone here doing it for him.”
“Hrmm,” the Stranger murmured unhappily. “At least Long-Reich had the decency to become a supervillain on his own time with his own money. Anyways, anyone know what you were looking for?”
“Nope, I kept the reason why I was doing it to myself. No one suspects anything.” Warbuster’s pilot paused before adding. “Well, I think Poly might. She actually found a couple of the discrepancies while looking for parts and p
Trust Machines - Office TeaseAdrian Gilner yawned, rubbed his eyes and looked at the old-fashioned analogue clock hanging on his office's wall. It was already well past 7 p.m., and that on a Friday, to boot. Normally, he was leaving his office at 4 p.m. on Fridays, but when you were the CO of a small electronics company, sometimes you didn't get to choose your quitting time.
In this instance, one of his company's subcontractors had screwed up spectacularly. The battery manufacturer had delivered one hundred thousand batteries, and all of them had a disastrous flaw which would almost certainly make them fail in the first two months of operation. The good news was that battery manufacturer had agreed to back the entire charge and refund the full price, plus a luscious penalty. The bad news was that the battery manufacturer didn't have the capacities to replace the faulty batteries with working ones right now.
Which would leave AG Electronics with a massive bottleneck in production rate for the imm
Trust Machines - Venn-Ass #00The youtube video started with the display of two teenagers, a girl and a boy standing in a mall, a Venn Machine's spinning planets behind them. The boy was gangly and tall, well over 6 feet, with a thin face but humorous eyes and dark-black, scrubby hair. The girl next to him was considerably smaller and a bit on the homely side, she sported long, blond hair and her blue eyes twinkled with wit. Both were dressed in their generation's typical garb, the boy with jeans and sweater, the girl with leggings and a sweater-dress.
"Hi guys!" she greeted the camera now with a cheerful smile, "Welcome to our first installment of 'Venn-Ass'! I'm Amanda and my companion here-" she pointed at the boy, "-is my boyfriend Johnny!"
"Hey there, whazzup?" the boy garbled and Amanda grinned.
"He's normally a bit more talkative, probably stage-fright or such, anyway-" she had to stop for a moment because she had to evade a playful blow on her shoulder "-both of us are big fans of the old
TMNT 2012 Chapter 16: What Doesn't Kill You...Chapter 16: What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger
Mona froze unsure what to do. There were at least thirty Foot bots on the front yard and that's all they could see, who knew how many more were on the roof or trying to get into the house right now. She glanced to her left, Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey were still really injured and lying on couches or chairs. Although they were hurt, their senses were on edge along with their bodies.
“Mona,” Lotus began slowly. “We need to try and talk to them.”
Mona looked bewildered at Lotus, “Are you crazy?”
“Look if we don't they are just going to attack. Nia and April can grab our weapons while we head out there and try to talk to them,” Lotus offered. “What else can we do besides stand here?”
Mona gritted her teeth, “April, Nia. Please grab mine and Lotus's weapons. If things get bad protect the guys at all costs. Notify Splinter and Casey of the situation.”
Nia and April n
Trust Machines Writers' GuideTrust Machines Writers' Guide v1.07
Imagine a TF booth with a twist. Outside is a single control, that sets the duration of the change. Put some money in (or any token - has to be an object, doesn’t much matter what), the duration display comes up. Set the time to thirds of a day, 1-3 days, 1-3 months or 1-3 years, touch to confirm. Two doors appear - bits of the wall of the booth just vanish, rather than sliding or irising out of the way.
Inside the booth, between the two sides, is a transparent interface panel. Once a sentient (to the booth’s definition - not drunk/stoned/too young to be responsible) person enters a side, the door vanishes again.
The interface is largely touch-based. The center is taken up by the currently selected image, which follows the movements of the person on the other side. An array of ‘bubbles’ around the edge of the image show variations on the central one. Touching one changes t
A Day in the Life of RelyxtRelyxt sighed. He had a lot of free time, being as he was new to the Organization and missions were not given to him as often. He put on his red jacket and left his room to explore the ship. Going down the hall, it seemed that everyone else was out on a mission. "I guess I should head up to the bridge and see if the autopilot is working." Relyxt said. Taking a left turn at the end of the hall, he made his way through the common ground. A pair of Dusks could be seen slithering up and down the room. Relyxt made sure they weren't near anything important and said, "I should probably make sure that they don't break anything after I check the bridge. Free roaming Dusks tend to get out of hand pretty quickly." He passed them and went up the stairs.
Relyxt opened the door to the bridge. He walked over to the control console and sat down. Opening the autopilot interface, Relyxt created a stream of Interference to speak with the program directly.
"Welcome, user. Identify yourself to view the sta
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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