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ten_fwd2015-12-01 10:22 pm
hatesgoodbyes) wrote in ten_fwd2015-12-01 10:22 pm
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In space everyone can hear you swear
Who: Agent Texas and you! OTA
What: Profanity and workouts, what a combo
Where: Gymnasium
When: Late November, Thanksgivingish
Status: Open
Rating: R for profanity
She was stuck here, in a space ship, no where near Castle Wonderfuck or any of the freaky world changes that used to happen. That much wouldn't bother her, but it was that somewhere along the way she'd lost Church, that hurt.
It's shouldn't fucking hurt though, she isn't supposed to have feelings. She was supposed to be a perfect machine that did what Allison had never been able to do; survive. Texas, Tex, Freelancer... she was an AI in a fancy suit or her more recent human shaped synthoid body. If you didn't know her you'd probably never look twice at her. She looked like any other normal woman, but as has so often been said it's what's on the inside that counts.
She was an AI, advance artificial intelligence built so well that she hadn't even known what she was until the truth had been exposed. She was what remained of a man's dead wife, lost in battle but not in grief. He couldn't let her go and after years of suffering her brought this Frankenstein's monster to life. She hadn't been the goal, he was cloning his own mind and she had come along for the ride. But she entered the world and he saw in her things he'd loved and hated about his wife.
From the ashes of Allison, Tex rose; she was implanted in a functional suit that let her live as though she was another soldier. But under the surface of bravado and profanity she was circuits and sensors. She had her own AI demon sitting on her shoulder and Omega, as his name suggested would be the end of all things. church was the Alpha, and she'd lost him, lost the one thing she'd wanted to make real out of all the bullshit fake memories she'd been given. Now he was gone and all she had was memories and anger.
Fortunately at least the anger could be burned off by physical activity. She stalked the gymnasium, having run until her synthetic body hit unacceptable heat levels,like working up a hard sweat. She moved on the heavy bag after that and could not be found delivering a hail of blows hands and feet to it. Each accompanied with a grunt of guttural dropping of profanity.
What: Profanity and workouts, what a combo
Where: Gymnasium
When: Late November, Thanksgivingish
Status: Open
Rating: R for profanity
She was stuck here, in a space ship, no where near Castle Wonderfuck or any of the freaky world changes that used to happen. That much wouldn't bother her, but it was that somewhere along the way she'd lost Church, that hurt.
It's shouldn't fucking hurt though, she isn't supposed to have feelings. She was supposed to be a perfect machine that did what Allison had never been able to do; survive. Texas, Tex, Freelancer... she was an AI in a fancy suit or her more recent human shaped synthoid body. If you didn't know her you'd probably never look twice at her. She looked like any other normal woman, but as has so often been said it's what's on the inside that counts.
She was an AI, advance artificial intelligence built so well that she hadn't even known what she was until the truth had been exposed. She was what remained of a man's dead wife, lost in battle but not in grief. He couldn't let her go and after years of suffering her brought this Frankenstein's monster to life. She hadn't been the goal, he was cloning his own mind and she had come along for the ride. But she entered the world and he saw in her things he'd loved and hated about his wife.
From the ashes of Allison, Tex rose; she was implanted in a functional suit that let her live as though she was another soldier. But under the surface of bravado and profanity she was circuits and sensors. She had her own AI demon sitting on her shoulder and Omega, as his name suggested would be the end of all things. church was the Alpha, and she'd lost him, lost the one thing she'd wanted to make real out of all the bullshit fake memories she'd been given. Now he was gone and all she had was memories and anger.
Fortunately at least the anger could be burned off by physical activity. She stalked the gymnasium, having run until her synthetic body hit unacceptable heat levels,like working up a hard sweat. She moved on the heavy bag after that and could not be found delivering a hail of blows hands and feet to it. Each accompanied with a grunt of guttural dropping of profanity.