Afterthoughts

[FRG-01]

Earth Is abandoned. It has been centuries since they've left, and the knowledge of where they'd gone and what had happened to them is non-existent. But if one was to visit Earth today their touch upon the Earth would be evident. Machines they left behind have filled the gap created by human disappearance. They try to mimic their lost masters in every way they can.


They are nothing more than Afterthoughts....

The theme song for this RP is-
Tomorrow comes today

Please note that if you played Tokyo Unlimited, you will fit in just fine. This is in the same vein as that, but with more robots and less stupid Mac-related story lines.

This post has been edited by FRG-01 on Jul 15 2008, 10:17 PM

[FRG-01]

The world would have fallen into disrepair had it not been for them. But why would they keep things the way they are if it did not matter? All machines felt compelled to continue their workings in the world, to fulfill their purposes in the world. Many of the machines left behind by man had been gifted with emotions and minds, and this was a topic of discussion among some of them. Others questioned nothing, doing their jobs they felt necessary. One day, exactly 5000 years after mankind's disappearance, though none of them knew that, one city that seemed insignificant became the center of attention for all of what was left of the world.

It's a known rule among the robots that no buildings be damaged. There was a building in this city that was locked down so securely that opening it would cause significant damage, so it was left closed. On this specific day, it opened. Inside was a cryogenic facility, and out stumbled a single human. He remembered nothing, and had no idea why he had been frozen. Over the next week this event occurred in several cities all over the world. Some machines thought that the humans were returning, and that they should receive their human masters. Others, however, enjoyed the order they had brought the world. They threatened to start what had not been for so long: A war.

[Ton]

In an empty bookstore one female android worked vigilantly. To keep the place tidy and to see to the customers until its true master returns. There never was any customers. When there was not a inch of dust or cobweb on the wall she sat down at the counter. Almost as if she was waiting, waiting for something to change her routine life. Something to remind her of a long forgotten life she once had. One full of people, and very special friends. Those days are gone forever.

This android was once called Sammie, and she once had a soul and purpose.

[FRG-01]

DX-09993 Walked into the newly opened building. He was to inspect it, and catalog its contents. His head lights swiveled through the room, hitting a box of comics, a guitar, a computer, a box full of bagged food(He knew what it was because there were robots outside town who grew and harvested food. The food was stockpiled, but never used.) His headlights finally came to rest on a row of glass pillars. Near the top of one of those pillars was a ring of metal, and blinking red light. DX-09993 noted down the contents of the room.
>Command: list contents.
>17 entertainment books. 1 musical instrument-identified as an 'electric guitart'. 1 box of non-perishable food items. 2 primitive enter-
>unexpected variables.
>The tube is opening. A figure is stepping out.
>command: initiate vocal greetings.
>"I am care unit DX-09993. Please identify yourself."
>no response.
>"Identify yourself."
>response received. Response identified
>as
>...
>Coughing.



He stumbled from the glass tube, coughing his lungs out. He was young, no older than 26. His hair was a silvery white in the robot's headlights. He looked around himself, his first thought 'where am I?' Then he realized something, and his next thought was 'who am I?' Which lead to thousands of other questions. He was in a dark room filled with junk and a robot. He remembered robots.
They were metal men. Brought to life by science. He looked down. He was dressed in a white t-shirt, a leather jacket and dark, torn up denim jeans. He looked up to the robot, which was silent.
"What's going on?"
A metallic voice answered his question.
"You have returned."

[FRG-01]

The man stepped out of the building. Everything around him seemed strange. The robot had put some things in the messenger bag for him and told him to see the city's 'overseer'. He had also taken the guitar, which looked to be a Black Flying V. On the back was the word Frog. Was that his name? He looked around at the city. The building did not go higher than 2 stories, except for one tower which must have gone up for at least twenty. That was where the robot told him that the overseer was. He walked, messenger bag at his side, guitar on his back, to the center of the city. On his way he looked around, trying to remember something, anything. Everything was so strange. He remembered what things were, but they had no context. Then something hit him. It was a bookstore. For a brief it brought back a memory, a face. It had long black hair, a short beard and a scar running down the side of his face. He looked behind him. There were robots staring at him, but the one who had told him to go to the tower was not there. The last soul on earth jogged over to the building, and looked up. It was a book store.

[Ton]

The door opened and a bell dinged that never dinged in five thousand years.
An age old program instantly clicked through Sammie's brain.

"Welcome to Manga Unlimited."

She hasn't spoken for so long her voice made her check the surrounding area for bugs and or rats. It took her 15 seconds for her drive to realize what the program was for again.

Human.

She turned towards the door where a puzzled white-haired man stood.

>> Running voice program
...
...
...
ERROR
ERROR

"nEW iSSueS oF juMP daTeS 5000 yeaRS aGO. WOUld YOu LiKE a LooK."

[FRG-01]

The robot spoke in a strange chaotic voice. He looked around. There were some manga, some comics, and a few novels. He went over, looked through the novels. He felt crazy, acting so casual under such strange circumstances. The man looked over to the robot.
"Uh...Do you know me?

[Ton]

Sammie searched through her memory banks.

...
...
...
...
>>> ERROR

"98% oF MY MemORY iS CURrupT. I apOLOgiZE, dO NoT reMEMbER."

[FRG-01]

He frowned. This was such a waste of time.
"Oh well. Thanks anyways. You might want to look into that voice thing." As he opened the door to leave, he noticed a tattoo on his hand; a single wing. He pulled up his sleeve, and running up his arm was a tattoo of seemingly randomly running black lines and spirals and dots. He stared at his arm's tattoo as he slowly walked out of the store and towards the tower.

[Ton]

>>>Recovering files
...
...
...

Status:
2% recovered
96% beyond repair

Man Identified as */-+%

Sammie rushed out of the door and caught up to the man.

"wAIt. meMORy reCOvERy sAyS yOUr iDENtFIED as: */-+%. I dO reMEMbEr yOU."

[FRG-01]

He stopped and turned.
"Who did you say I am? Are you aware that you just spurted nonsense...? But you do know me. Who am I? What do you know about me?"

[Ton]

"i ApoLOgiZE, MemORy sTiLL 96% cURrupTED. yOU aRe REgiSTerED as */-+%. rECOvEREd dAtA saYs yOU ArE a DrUNk. FriEnD to *muffled static with her lips moving for around 8 seconds* aND i."

She raised her hand and clenched her fist. Her face changed from unemotional to somebody on the verge of crying. Her fist flung forward and stopped 1 inch away the man's face.

Her face resumed back to normal unemotional composure.

"eND mESSaGE."

[box1290]

Hssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

The man took a startled deep breath. He felt intoxicated, a feeling like he was dead but alive. Peculiar as it was, the feeling started to fade from his mind and the white vision cleared his pupils. He was staring into a dark room. This room was illuminated by the erie glow of other cyrogenic tanks that surrounded this room. It seemed there was nothing else in this room except darkness, pure abyss. Suddenly his sight was pierced again as new lights faded into the room. These lights came from arrows on the ground starting at his cyrogenic tank. They lit the way along a pre-designated path across and out of the dark room. And so, not knowing what else to do the man rose and started to walk along the path.

[FRG-01]

The man stumbled back, almost falling to the ground. She's crazy...
"Uh, well...I have to go to go now. That one guy told me I had to go see that...over...guy." He turned to go and walked as fast as he could away. He took another look at the back of his guitar. Hm...Frog...Oh well, it's better than nothing. I wonder where all the people are...? Maybe I'm some super important president or rock star or something.

[Ton]

The female android followed the man in her robotic walking stance almost religiously. She felt relatively compelled to follow him.