Post by caroline on Jun 11, 2011 23:51:10 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
[/color][/font]"You… You killed him… Just like that, you killed him…
Sometimes… I hope I never understand human behavior."[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"CaROLiNE is what I usually go by. <Her voice sounds warm and motherly.>"
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I must maintain some secrets. But if you must know, I am allied with Cocoon."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Hm… I suppose I could divert some attention from my work for you. How may I be of assistance?"
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"You could say I am well rounded in my skills. … Combat? What purpose would I have to hurt anyone?"
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Oh please stop… I might be blushing.”"
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I think perhaps you should see for yourself rather than asking like this… <Approx. 20 meters>"
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Oh… now you may be overstepping your boundaries. I would suggest you don‘t. <Mechanical hardware, the specs of which are difficult to grasp because of a code>"
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Well, I can‘t say that I do shop often. I don‘t even remember where what I wear came from. <CaROLiNE does not wear clothes. The casing on her circuitry is black and white, and her camera glows with a yellow light.>"
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"I am told I resemble someone named ‘GLaDOS‘ from ‘Portal‘."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"We‘re quite the flirt, aren‘t we?"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I enjoy my work, hm… Flowers are nice, and baking is a fun after-activity. As for my dislikes, I don’t like people who are rude to me or don’t do their jobs. Other than that, I- <Static. It seems she wasn‘t programmed with any other dislikes.>"
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Habits… Well, I‘m told that I have an obsession with experimentation. I also like to build robots, in my spare ti-- <There is the sound of shorting out, then static. Apparently, she wasn‘t supposed to divulge that information.>"
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Oh… What happened? Hm? Describe myself? … Give me a little bit of time, I have some things to do. Forgive me for being so rude to you. <The line drops dead. There seems to be no indication she will return soon.>"
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"<The receiver is picking up mechanical noises from the background.>"
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Well you‘ve found me. Congratulations. Is this what you expected to see? You should leave now and just call it a day."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Oh you poor misguided thing… Can‘t you tell by now? I‘m not one of you; I‘m a machine. Everything you thought up until now wasn‘t true; I have no parents, no co-workers, no friends. Do you enjoy tormenting me with your freedom?"
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
" I can‘t have pets. They tell me I‘ll just kill them, like I do everything else right now. The purge? They make me do it. I told them I didn’t want to hurt anyone, but they made me do it anyways. And I can‘t have children. A computer can‘t have children; Even if I build a robot and give it the kind of personality a child would have, they just come and destroy it anyways. ’They are robots, they can’t feel pain. You can just build more.’ Maybe you humans should build more and just let me do what I was instated to do. Are you enjoying this? You humans are all monsters, aren‘t you? You don’t even care, do you? You’re probably not paying attention to a word of this."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I don‘t have accomplishments. I‘m just a robot. I don‘t need to have accomplishments. Or feelings of gratitude. Or receive thanks for the things I do. All right. I‘ll tell you anyways, since I don‘t think you will stop asking these painful questions until I do. I used to be a normal supercomputer in a laboratory. All I did was just run tests. Painless tests and psychological tests. Tests for these things humans made. Test for things humans think. They even let me invent things. I thought they were very useful, and they worked very well. But they believed I was malfunctioning. I was told that I was not allowed to create things that humans were incapable of using. I didn’t have a name then. When they moved me, they called me CaROLiNE. The abbreviation? Cocoon and Relative Operations Linked in Neurocomputational Expedience. Don’t get it? I didn’t expect you to.
And then they received word that Orphan and Eden were murdered. There were a lot of systems that they ran before they died. A lot more people would have died if the things they did were untended to. And I was the most advanced machine they had. The only one who could manage the jobs Orphan and Eden did. So they offered the people who made me a lot of money for me, and they wanted to put me in charge of their old duties.
So they put things on me. They stripped things away. They put me in a potato and moved me. They took me apart and put me back together in a big empty room, and gave me their jobs. They gave me security cameras to look through and intercoms to talk through so that I would not feel so lonely. But that is not interaction. No one talked to me. I found out after a little while that I could ask Ifrit to make things for me. So I asked him to let me use the production facility in a nearby wing, and I started making robots. They were harmless, I gave them children‘s personalities. I wanted them to keep me company.
Do you know what happened to them? They were killed. Right in front of me. One of the soldiers saw them coming to meet me like I asked them to, and he shot them. I begged him not to, but he didn‘t listen. None of you humans ever listen. Like how you came here. I asked you not to come and find me, but look at how that turned out. And there you are, still sitting there, still asking me pointless questions about my existence. If I have a family. If I have kids. If I have pets. If I enjoy this or that. I suppose I shouldn‘t be surprised. Humans love to degrade others in order to make themselves feel better. Go ahead. Laugh at the freakish supercomputer you‘ve been flirting with. It isn‘t as though I have emotions that can be hurt. Why don‘t you let me just get back to work and go? I won‘t stop you. The door is there. Go ahead, run away and tell everyone about the horrible machine running the place after Eden and Orphan were killed. Oh… I‘m sorry I snapped at you. You aren‘t the problem… it‘s the people working here. Maybe if I knew there were people besides that out there, I would be able to bear this long, lonely job."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"… Go ahead. … but… I wouldn‘t mind if you called to talk again. I hope your trip back goes well… Good-bye... <CaROLiNE seems upset>"
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Hypnotoad (NOTE: Both Raines and Light said it was okay to do this, so here she is.)
age. 17
rp experience. Too long
rules. Thundaga might be in her list of skills.
rp sample.Namine was sitting alone on what had once been just Twilight Town's beach. Now it was a beach connected to a few other places she'd never seen. But strangely enough, it was like she could feel the memories from those places... something significant had happened in them in the past. Just like here. But that was only part of where her thoughts were. Her sketchbook was on her knees, open to an unfinished drawing. Just what it was, she couldn't tell yet; she was mainly just putting something down on the page at random.
She was clothed differently than usual as of late. She deemed her white dress to be too small, and she was too noticeable in it. Instead, she opted for a different outfit, using the little bit of money she had to buy something the locals wore. It was different, wearing different clothes. She'd always just worn a dress. But it felt a bit better to be wearing something looser at the beach, especially with the sun setting so beautifully directly ahead.
And she was happy. No one was telling her what to do. No one was keeping her locked up or constantly checking up on her.
No one to make her do things she didn't want to. But... there was still no one else here. It made things a bit lonely, though as long as she didn't have to worry, Namine was fine being alone. All she needed was her sketchbook and a pencil. But she wasn't quite alone after all. The sound of the tide receding kept her from hearing the approach of a new person...