EOTC: Artificial Intelligence
Posted: Thu May 05, 2016 7:23 pm
oO(How is it possible for an android to feel tired?)Oo Kryyn mentally inquires. Her feet drag through the dry, chalky, hot dirt, creating at dust stream behind her. Her gear firmly on her back, she treks away from Drive City to the north. She wants a chance to collect herself and feel normal.
The young, blonde man said it was over one hundred miles to the next town. He also warned her that it was suicide. He seemed like a really nice, apart from the string of human ears in his adobe hut. A reclusive youth, named Dusty. Drive City, it isn't really a city. It's more like a small, two street town with horses and four wheelers as the apex of technology. It was one of a few places in the desert noted for being protected by the ley lines. Nobody visits them. They possess nothing worth trading for and their communities can barely support themselves; but they manage. Dusty warned of imminent, serious conflict about to erupt in Drive City. It was best to move on. Kryyn guesses that the next town will be another secluded, primitive, pocket town. Secluded from the politics, coalition, vampires and demonic invaders, it should be perfect to hide for a while.
It's been two months since El Paso. Names ring through her head, oO(Sgt Nico Mikado, Ravic, Greven, Lance and Remus Ford and the REAL Lieutenant Kryyn Toshihara)Oo Her other self has been hunting her. The vampire sewers were an easy avenue of escape. It's been only a month since Kryyn was able to evade her other self. The records show that the original had died. oO(Probably just another android)Oo
Another fugitive, Cirrus, has been trying to find her. It's too hard to trust anyone. Fugitive or not, he could be using her as a bargaining chip to clear his name. oO(Who'd have thought a vampire would save me)Oo She thinks of the man in the fancy suit; Greven. The vampire who'd assisted her escape.
Another small stone skips across the parched, cracked, hungry soil. The vast dirt horizon begs for her perspiration, dreading the impending erosion from the inevitable, scattering windstorm. She hasn't sweat in four days. Amazed that her body still functions like a person, Kryyn lightly touches her cybernetic eyes. They look and feel real. Her skin, muscles, digestive system, excretory and endocrine system all function like a real person. She even possesses sexual organs, yet is incapable of reproducing.
Depression seems to come and go at least a dozen times per day. The desert only amplifies the despair. Kryyn isn't sure how far she's walked or if she's going the right direction. The sun is to her right, the west, getting close to evening. oO(So that means I'm walking north)Oo she thinks, oO(Like it matters...)Oo The depression usually passes after a few rational moments.
She apathetically gazes around, checking the horizon for any new visage. Directly north, she spots a dark pillar spiraling up and then towards the east. oO(Is that smoke?)Oo She concentrates, causing the cybernetics in her eyes to zoom in. oO(It's definitely smoke...)Oo There is a leyline far ahead and the smoke is rising from behind that. oO(Another ley line... smoke... that's promising)Oo Finally, the faint scent of a house fire reaches her nose.
OOC: Welcome back!
The young, blonde man said it was over one hundred miles to the next town. He also warned her that it was suicide. He seemed like a really nice, apart from the string of human ears in his adobe hut. A reclusive youth, named Dusty. Drive City, it isn't really a city. It's more like a small, two street town with horses and four wheelers as the apex of technology. It was one of a few places in the desert noted for being protected by the ley lines. Nobody visits them. They possess nothing worth trading for and their communities can barely support themselves; but they manage. Dusty warned of imminent, serious conflict about to erupt in Drive City. It was best to move on. Kryyn guesses that the next town will be another secluded, primitive, pocket town. Secluded from the politics, coalition, vampires and demonic invaders, it should be perfect to hide for a while.
It's been two months since El Paso. Names ring through her head, oO(Sgt Nico Mikado, Ravic, Greven, Lance and Remus Ford and the REAL Lieutenant Kryyn Toshihara)Oo Her other self has been hunting her. The vampire sewers were an easy avenue of escape. It's been only a month since Kryyn was able to evade her other self. The records show that the original had died. oO(Probably just another android)Oo
Another fugitive, Cirrus, has been trying to find her. It's too hard to trust anyone. Fugitive or not, he could be using her as a bargaining chip to clear his name. oO(Who'd have thought a vampire would save me)Oo She thinks of the man in the fancy suit; Greven. The vampire who'd assisted her escape.
Another small stone skips across the parched, cracked, hungry soil. The vast dirt horizon begs for her perspiration, dreading the impending erosion from the inevitable, scattering windstorm. She hasn't sweat in four days. Amazed that her body still functions like a person, Kryyn lightly touches her cybernetic eyes. They look and feel real. Her skin, muscles, digestive system, excretory and endocrine system all function like a real person. She even possesses sexual organs, yet is incapable of reproducing.
Depression seems to come and go at least a dozen times per day. The desert only amplifies the despair. Kryyn isn't sure how far she's walked or if she's going the right direction. The sun is to her right, the west, getting close to evening. oO(So that means I'm walking north)Oo she thinks, oO(Like it matters...)Oo The depression usually passes after a few rational moments.
She apathetically gazes around, checking the horizon for any new visage. Directly north, she spots a dark pillar spiraling up and then towards the east. oO(Is that smoke?)Oo She concentrates, causing the cybernetics in her eyes to zoom in. oO(It's definitely smoke...)Oo There is a leyline far ahead and the smoke is rising from behind that. oO(Another ley line... smoke... that's promising)Oo Finally, the faint scent of a house fire reaches her nose.
OOC: Welcome back!