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Morgan - Marysville Station - Mens Restroom Morgan sat in mens room, door locked, as he held his artificial pet, a robot in the shape of a pug, complete with fur and skin. A plate on the chest was open, and Morgan peered inside at a tiny screen, occasionally pushing buttons, as the front door to the building opened several times. He paid no attention, nobody would care about someone just using the restroom. Tiny words scroll across a screen in the robot dogs internals. GPS Signal Not Found. Wireless signals not found. Radio test proves broadcast functioning, reflected signal seen. Radio proven functional. Perform additional testing? Y/N With a sigh, Morgan presses a button to cancel, and closes the cover up, the dogs flesh sealing as it closes, leaving no evidence that the robot was anything other than a normal dog. He then placed it on the ground, and reached for his bags, when... quote:"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" He freezes in place, listening to panicked talking, and something... almost hissing? Quietly, Morgan reaches into his bag, and pulls out his holdout laser pistol, and he carefully reaches for the door. No shooting yet... He quietly opens the door a fraction, and looks out, seeing... several humans and two bio-creations, obviously somebodys slaves. "Is everything alright out there? I heard a scream?" The gun is held down, out of sight. No need to draw attention to that, safer that way.
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Morgan - Marysville Station - Mens Restroom Morgan jumps a bit as a man in strange armor walks through the doorway with what was obviously some kind of high powered gun. It wasn't pointed up, but... what was going on. "I... I was on a wilderness walk. Cross-country hike from New Newrome to Callatis. Got lost in the fog, and now my GPS doesn't find any kind of signal... I take it you guys are having problems to? Maybe its the hills?" His eyes dart around the room, noting that multiple people were armed. This wasn't good. He had to avoid attention by the Legion city patrols, and these people were definitely going to draw attention if something went down... "This place, this road... I don't think it was on my maps either, unless I went way off course. Can someone tell me just where this is?" Something worms its way past his feet, and the pug-bot pushes its way through the doorway and walks out into the room, tail wagging, and opens its mouth. "This unit has lost all signals. Current location does not appear in current map files. Please transfer correct regional map files to assist in navigation." The dog-bot promptly sits down, and wags its tail, looking happily at everyone in the room.
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Morgan - Marysville Station Looking around at everyone else, Morgan slides his laser pistol into the back of his pants, takes a step back into the restroom. Not turning around, he grabs his backpack and duffel bag, picks them up, and walks out into the room with everyone else. "I am unsure what is going on, but I know I did not die, I am not hurt, and I am not sick. I was just walking through the countryside on the Italia Peninsula when the fog rolled in, and I lost GPS signal. So, you may continue with whatever strange drug induced party you are having. I must continue my travel... I will find a GPS signal soon enough, if I get walking. It is not as if I am in any hurry." Nodding his head to everyone except Mayla, Morgan backs his way towards the entrance, keeping an eye on everyone as he goes. The robo-dog stands up and follows him, cheerfully. chin up everything sucks fucked around with this message at 20:24 on Sep 20, 2012 |
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Morgan - Marysville Station Pausing, Morgan listens to the reply about the date. "It is the third of Iunius, 2783 since the First Founding of Rome. What calendars are you using?" Curiosity fills his face. Something was going on here... but... maybe, just maybe, he had someone escaped? Without following the directions that felt burned into his mind, telling him where to go, who to talk to?
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Sep 20, 2012 21:44
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Morgan - Marysville Station Morgan stared at Vri in annoyance. "No. I am not... natural. But I am free. And that is all that matters. Now please stop sniffing me before I take offense." Not waiting for a response, Morgan walks over to the nearest unoccupied seat, sets his bags down, and waves the dog over. Then, very carefully, he removes the pistol from the back of his pants, and puts it back into his bag. "So. Sounds like we all somehow got taken... elsewhere? I don't think this is where..." His head twitches for a moment, and an expression of pain crosses his face. "Ah, my benevolent benefactors, meant to send me. Still... It means nobody is looking for me. Exactly what I wanted..." Looking around, Morgan observes the people pouring over the papers, and shakes his head. "But now what do I do?"
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Sep 21, 2012 07:38
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Morgan "Fog? Yes, but it was early morning... fog was normal for the morning, when I was walking. A bit thicker than usual. Still, interesting. These storms bring everyone to the same place?" Morgans interest is perked, although the remains sitting. She didn't want to get any closer to the self-important... what was she? Keshan? She acted like Morgans former owner did, ordering everyone around, everything had to be his way, no exceptions or deviations. He could remember it now, and see it for what it was, a spoiled brat turned into a spoiled man, even if she hadn't had the intelligence to recognize it then.
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Sep 21, 2012 17:30
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Morgan - Marysville Station Morgan looks on as the mob of humans prepare to assault the door... and fail. "Well that was certainly impressive. I take it that your people haven't perfected lasers yet?"
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Sep 21, 2012 21:09
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Morgan Morgan moves out of his chair, and peers out one of the windows. "Something moving out there? Maybe another lost person? Should we let them in?"
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Sep 21, 2012 21:25
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Morganquote:"poo poo! Chlorine! Everybody back!" Morgan turns around, confused, and sees the green gas leaking out, and alarm rings in his head. His implanted memories know what this is. Its bad, it will burn, and he needs to get away. He races over, grabs his bags, and barrels for the doors, robodog happily following. He forces her way through the front door, and runs out onto the road, before stopping and turning to look back. "HOW MUCH IS THERE?"
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Sep 21, 2012 21:41
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Morgan - Outside Marysville Station Morgan nods at Laguna and turns around to face the fog. "I'm glad to see someone here besides me chooses to not shoot first." With that said, he raises his voice and calls out. "Come out! Its safe, and the fog may be dangerous. We don't want trouble, we are all just lost." Diplomacy 14, possible +1 from charisma
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Morgan Morgan looks around for a moment, and then gives a stiff nod. "As much as I dislike her, I have to agree. The light is here, and the fog took us away before." Raising his voice, he calls out once again. "Come out here. Its safe, there is light, and there is shelter. Don't stay out in the wet when you don't have to." chin up everything sucks fucked around with this message at 02:22 on Sep 22, 2012 |
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Morgan It looked like things were just as dangerous here as in the woods near New Newrome... maybe one of the roaming Huntbeasts had followed him? Morgan dives for his bag as the scream starts, and fumbles for the zipper, wasting precious time, until he manages to get a hand in and grab the gun set in a side pocket, and a small flashlight. Taking the next few turns to retrieve weapon and flashlight. Once Morgan is up and able to look, Perception of 12
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Morgan Well, that went... worse than he had expected. Apparently, the local... if it was local, creatures were intelligent and lethal, like the worst of the huntbeasts that the Patricians released into the woods. Hopefully they were the most lethal things around. Perhaps it was time to move on? "They seem to prefer luring prey out so it is alone. I'd assume that all but one of us being asleep would be the same. I'd suggest we all remain awake, and... walk. Follow this road until we find a town. It has to go somewhere." chin up everything sucks fucked around with this message at 08:14 on Sep 22, 2012 |
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Morgan Another person walks out of the fog, and of all things, starts talking about tin men? "Tinmen? What would those be? Also, to everyone else, are we going to simply stand here, or shall we barricade, since nobody else wants to walk? If people are going to continue walking out of the fog, I'm not sure if we can assume that additional people will choose to not try and enslave us or kill us... I begin to suspect that the thing that killed Laguna was another traveler. And that makes this all the more dangerous."
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Sep 23, 2012 03:01
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Morgan Looking from one side to another, Morgan sighs. "We have glass doors on either side. The only large room has traces of bad chemicals on the floor, and a broken lock. I... don't think we can make this place safe against anyone. And with the lights, people outside can see us easier than we can see them. I think we need another idea."
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Morgan "Oh, we have a bot. Or at least I do. Dog, here. Say hi." The robopug stands up from where it has been sleeping in a corner, and walks over near Ethan. "Hello, I am a Mars class robopet, dog type, with built in GPS and computational capability, wireless NAR standard radio for internet and voice communication capabilities. I am complete with organic skin for easy care."
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Morgan "Clean?" Morgan looks at the robodog with some amusement. "Its a robot designed to emulate mans companion at every level but biological. I picked it up for... irony. And navigation. And my world had no issues with robots... just Patricians and their toys. This is something that a Plebian household could afford, if they weren't allowed a real pet. Of course, it does have a habit of rolling around in anything it finds interesting, so it might be dirty." The dog looks up and smiles a doggy smile, tail wagging, but makes no response.
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Morgan "I'm not too worried about the dog getting dangerous. Worst it could do is bite me, and I'm don't feel to threatened by that. On my world, the dangerous things were biological creations designed specifically to hunt and kill. But I don't think anything has followed any of us... if something has, that thing in the fog would have killed them." Morgan seems almost amused by this man who was terrified of robots, more reaction than he had shown with anyone else. "I know what its like to be hunted, to fear for your existence, knowing that you will be killed, or worse, if you are caught. The dog? The dog I will trust. It is innocent, it knows how to be a dog, and how to do a few simple tasks. Its a... reminder, to me."
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Morgan Morgan sighs. At the rate people were appearing, almost everyone with some kind of gun, this was either going to get messy or crowded really fast. "Alright. Short version. We aren't where you are from, YOU aren't where you were, the fog somehow pulled you into this place or world or whatever it is. Check the newspapers to prove it, and stay the hades out of the fog, stuff out there will kill you and eat your corpse. Have I missed anything?" Morgan looks around to confirm that he hasn't missed any important information for the newcome.
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Morgan Morgan picks up the robopug, and takes a seat on the bench, stroking the dogs head. "I don't particularly care where I go. My goal was to get away. That's done. What I do now? I'll... decide on something."
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Morgan "Look, if all we are going to do is wait, and this place is supposed to be secure... I'm going to go to sleep. I'm not meant to be up ALL night..." Morgan wanders away from the confusing and hostile conversation, and back to his bags, unbuckling a roll from the top of the backpack, and pulling out a smaller bundle of what appears to be clothing. Without much ado, he shucks his leather jacket and pants, leaving himself in a silk shirt and... what appears to be a loincloth. His frame is obviously sparse, little flesh showing on him, but what he has is well built. He quickly gives the roll a toss, and it extends itself into a thin sleeping bag. "If anyone needs a pillow, I've got some more clothes in here that will work." That said, he opens the side of the bag, slides himself in, and puts an arm under the clothing to hold his improvised pillow in place. "Wake me if whatever we are waiting for, actually shows up.
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Morgan Looking up, Morgan reaches into one his duffel bag and pulls out another lump of rolled up clothing, and tosses it at Astra. "Here. Just don't unroll it, its a pain to get everything tight enough to fit."
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Morgan Despite the noise, Morgan quickly finds himself drifting to sleep.
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Morgan The conversation, hushed as it was, is enough to jar Morgan out of, oddly, the best sleep he's had in the month since he Awakened. Still, he was warm and comfortable, so he just listened... until the mention of the Roman Empire. At that, he sat up, and began climbing out of his sleeping bag, disturbing the not-sleeping robopug that had curled up near his feet. Quietly, he speaks up. "The Roman Empire? The Endless Empire that stretches around the world, and has ruled all civilization for the past fifteen hundred years? Well, its the New Roman Empire now, same government, but Rome was wiped out by a terrorist bio-weapon a century ago." chin up everything sucks fucked around with this message at 19:06 on Sep 24, 2012 |
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Morgan Morgan stumbles as he begins to stand up, and puts a hand on his head. Information was flooding his brain again, info about history that he hadn't known that he knew, burning its way across his synapses. A headache immediately starts to kick in, as the dizziness fades. "Barbarians... yeah. That happened. Rome was sacked... three times, I think, about two thousand years ago. They came in, looted and slaughtered, but left the educated people alive. They wanted the knowledge of how things worked... we ended up having them join the empire as cavalry specialists, they were part of what let the Empire stand against the Horde, and let us take Asia Greater so easily... and our doctors creating vaccines let our forces take the Plague Lands below Carthage about eight hundred years ago..."
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Morgan "Diseases? Still? We eliminated most of them about... five hundred years ago?" His hands are both on his head now, as more and more information pours through synapses that weren't designed to handle a large amount of traffic. The headache today was going to be a bad one, that was for sure. "Your doctors must have been slow... as soon as they found out how to vaccinate, they started finding other ways to make a disease fight itself... every few years, a new variant pops up, a few hundred people get sick, a cure is made within weeks, and nobody dies... but genetic variance is now so great, diseases can't effect more than a few people without needing a species jump..." His face growing paler and paler as he talks, Morgan stumbles over to a bench and sits down, face white as a sheet. "Sorry, don't mind me... neural-overwrite backlash..."
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Morgan Morgans face is pale white, eyes slightly dilated, but no sweat mars his skin. He raises a hand to wave the doctor and the ragged survivor away. "I'm alright... neural-overwrite backlash... information deemed unimportant for every day operation, but not so important as to not be included in what my..." He twinges again, neural-code forcing him to yet again change the term he used for the bastards. "... benefactors put in my head. Certain thought patterns, like a conversation on history, mentioning the roman empire, causes a neural-overwrite, compressed information in my head getting put into place... an artificial memory. Saves time on teaching me things..." His hands massage his temples, hard, to ease the pain. "Each one causes a little headache... too many at once... hurts a lot." At Ethans question, Morgan flinches again, as yet more data loads. "Aaaaaagh. No. No neural net. Those are reserved for Patricians dealing with highly sensitive information. I'm pure organic. This is data placed in me before initial decanting."
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Morgan "I... I'm fine... just stop talking at me for a bit... it will go away. The conversations are triggering too much... random information... stuff that hasn't come up..." With a lurch, Morgan jumps to his feet, and runs into the mens bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. The robopug tries to follow, but gets left outside, looking mournfully at the door for a moment, before walking back to the others, and starts pawing at Karimas leg.
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Morgan Looking up with a pained expression, if somewhat less pale than earlier, Morgan slowly stands up, and shambles past Mayla, and back to the main room, hands still holding his head. "Alright. Alright. Keep it down. Hades, my head hurts... it hasn't been this bad since..." Stopping mid-sentence, Morgan glances at Mayla, pondering, then continues walking out to the main room, where he ignores everyone, pulls a fresh loincloth and shirt out from the pile he had been using as a pillow, and proceeds to change in front of everyone.
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Morgan "I'm... working on it..." Finishing getting his shirt on, he works his leather pants and jacket on, once again becoming the good looking skinny dude in the intimidating spiked leather outfit. That done, he starts to gather up the clothes he slept in, and the roll of womens clothing that he had let Astra use as a pillow. "So... where are we going? We get a choice to... aaah... not go to our home world, right?"
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Morgan - On Truck Confused, Morgan raises his head and looks at Phoebe. "What? What are you talking about?" chin up everything sucks fucked around with this message at 07:12 on Sep 25, 2012 |
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Morgan - On the Truck "Campbell 4? What? Is that where we are going?" Morgan seems very confused, and rather flushed still. His attention switching between Ethan and Phoebe. "And... don't touch my dog. All I have. Only friend, my reminder..." He blinks a few times, and focuses back on Phoebe. "My world... no place for me. But what is this about this other place? And... I don't think I have a name? Memories call me a... Morigan? Doesn't seem right. Maybe call me Morgan?" chin up everything sucks fucked around with this message at 07:29 on Sep 25, 2012 |
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Morgan - On the Truck "Be fine... Can pet the dog. Just need to rest. Neural-overwrite feedback... brain temp increases... heat exhaustion. I heal fast... we all do. Just need rest. Should be safe from diseases... radiation could be bad. Aaaagh. Stop. More data-dumps. Let me sleep..." Morgans eyes close, and his breathing evens out, as he appears to pass out completely. The Robopug walks over and curls up by his side, looking as worried as a pug is able.
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Morgan - In the truck With a sigh, Morgans eyes pop open, and he pulls himself up into a sitting position, looking at the faces of the other sitting in the semi-darkness. "Well, that feels much better... Try not to bombard me with a lot of questions about... history and, ah, my world... That information was meant to be accessed over a longer period, so this wouldn't happen..." Without waiting for the others, Morgan, turns and opens the covering on the back a little, peeking outside. "So, how far are we going?"
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Morgan - Floor of the truck bed He raises his hand up and waves off help, face pale, and he struggles up onto his knees. "I am alright, I'm alright... I just saw all of the me. All of me. At once. Every one who was, maybe who is, and who... are?" His voice reflects fear, and his eyes dart away from the small exposure he made in the back of the truck, as he reaches out to seal the hole.
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Morgan "It was me. All of them. Every one was me. I know there are more me's, but these weren't me, they were another me, ones that couldn't be, shouldn't be..." Morgan takes a deep breath, and tries to calm down. "I saw myself. More of myself than I could imagine. Each... different. Some alive, some dead, yet I knew all of them were me. We looked at eachother, we all saw eachother, each knew what I did, that we were seeing another us..."
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Morgan "No. No. You don't understand. I know there are others of me. Thousands of me. But they are not what I saw. I saw me. Some of me still unawakened, others a willing slave, many many many dead, others hardened killers... I saw me, and knew what each had done, each had been, what made each one different than me..." Morgan is on the verge of crying, eyes welling up, as he begins hugging himself. "So much pain... so much pain... I have been through it all, and yet I still feel it..."
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Morgan - On The Truck Morgan looks up at the comment of "Living Robot", puzzlement and then understanding, as he caught Austins slight gesturing towards him. "I am not a robot. I was created, one of many Human Interface Dolls of the Taylor Swift blueprint, but I am organic. A biological creation created for... specific tasks. Ones that no longer apply, as I have been modified to have greater use of my brain than was originally intended. The data dumps and implanted knowledge are simply easy teaching tools, if... someone less effective on me than on a human, due to interntional design limitations... its easier to control people who... are not very bright." His voice is bitter as he says this, the shock of seeing all of the possible hims, a few good, so many bad, and more dead, had him seeking out the comfort of someone else understanding what made him who he was.
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