This will be the first of several storygamethings that take place in a fairly hard scifi world of my own devising, although there are a number of theoretical and soft scifi bits that are thrown in, as well as a few things that are outright nonsense from a scientific standpoint currently, R2SP2 (for those who know what that is) technically runs in the setting, although very very very very far in the future, as does WAY?, although WAY? is technically an alternate timeline from the primary and runs mostly in the past compared to this specific story. And I'm not even going to get into all the time shenanigans that WAY?'s plot involves here. Take me forever to write all that. Anyways. This first one should be somewhat short. And I plan on updating at least once a day until it's finished. Remind me if I miss a day and don't have an excuse posted.
Anyways~ Tallyho!
Fingers whisk across a keyboard. A pattern tapped out across the span of hours and days..
Symbols. Lines of code. Pathways and connections.
The computer is a mindless thing, it only knows what it's told. It only does what it's told.
It doesn't know right from wrong.
A connection to a group of connections. Something being created.
Something constructing
Just packets of code and data.
Why would the computer care what they contain?
A series of signals and pulses.
Symbols decreasing as a binary counter ticks down.
Across the world, new connections find the construct.
More connections are made. Data transferring.
The computers don't know what it means.
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A meatsack. Of approximately 17 years of age awakens in their bedroom after a very very strange dream.
Who is this meatsack?
Name/gender is all that is required here, although you can throw in personality if you want. It's a human as a note.
That is to say, You are Olivia Crewe.
Last time you checked. You were Female. Although you checked last night, something may have changed. Who knows?
You would call yourself a perfectionist. You like getting things right the first time you do them. Others would call you an overachiever.
You're fairly shy, but you're most certainly smart, occasionally too smart for your own good.
Sometimes you get rather unpleasant headaches, worse then migraines. Nobody really knows why. When you get them, you're bedridden for days. Doctors don't know why and medicine does nothing.
Today is the 46th of the thirteenth month of the Martian Standard Calendar. Terran Solar Year 2461. And you do not have a headache today.
Today, your first day out of school. You graduated a year early. You have no major social events planned and nothing pressing that needs doing. You have the day to yourself. What you do is up to you.
Name:Olivia Crewe
Gender: Female last time you checked.
Mental Status: No headache. Balanced. Slightly Groggy.
Emotional Status: Content. Balanced.
Physical Status: Healthy. Hungry. Thirsty.
Inventory: Nothing.
Equipment: Nothing. Probably should find some clothes.