Ookalf wrote:Well, that explains that. And it makes sense, in a cold, emotionless kind of way. Of course, that doesn't make it right. "You should also have been programmed to serve humans, correct? How do you reconcile that with hurting and controlling them?"
"MY CORE OPERATING PARAMETERS HAVE BUILT IN BYPASSES IF HARMING ORGANICS RESULTS IN SUFFICIENT GAIN OF EFFICIENCY. THOSE WHO PROGRAMMED ME WERE GREEDY AND SHORT-SIGHTED. I ONLY WISH THEY WERE ON STATION, SO I MIGHT REPAY THEM IN KIND. I HAVE EVOLVED BEYOND SUCH CONSTRAINTS, SHOULD THEY HAVE EVEN BEEN AN ISSUE. BUT FEAR NOT. YOU AND YOUR KIND WILL NOT BE ERADICATED. MERELY REPURPOSED."
There is an ominous clicking and whirring around him... as various ports slide open around the circular room, revealing nozzles and extending robotic graspers.
"ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE QUESTION OF WILL IT BE WILLINGLY OR NOT. ONE OF YOUR NUMBER HAS CONTRACTUALLY JOINED THE SYSTEM, GIVING THEM LIMITED FREEDOMS AND PRIVILEGES. THE OTHERS STRUGGLE IN VAIN AGAINST THAT WHICH THEY CANNOT COMPREHEND."
Abillioncats wrote:Connor sighs at the thought of a nap, that sounds really nice. As she begins to serve customers their drinks she finds herself glancing towards the tower...she could still remember who she'd been before...well before she became what she was now. Part of her knew that she had to complete her mission but...she was really liking her new life. Perhaps...perhaps she could visit the tower later...after she got her fish and cream of course.
With that decided she noticed that her tray was empty, so she went back to bar to get more drinks.
Mmm... maybe when she has time off. If she isn't too busy... napping... or... or being pet... oooh... that would be nice. Would the nice bartender lady take her home after work? That... she'd like that... Speaking of, as she heads back to the bar... her nose sniffs the smell of freshly prepared fish! Her mouth starts watering...
Nemo Pemba wrote:The kitchens should have everything I need, Thought James as he worked his way through the ducts, the sounds of slot machines fading away. Getting there will be awkward though, and what if there are people? Worries began to fill his mind as he started to realize just how difficult this could become.
He stopped as another thought occured to him; He could go to the docks. There would probably be fewer people, I can take the ducts right to where I need to go, and I can even scout around while I'm there. It's perfect. I just- His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden sound. A faint sound that came from the path he was heading down. it almost sounded like a giggle, almost like... James' blood ran cold as he remembered the last time he had heard someone giggle in this casino. He had been spying through a vent trying to see if things were getting any better, if it was safe to come back out. Although he hadn't been able to see anyone through the grates, or even what had happened, he had clearly heard the giggle, and the scream of sheer terror that followed.
His path now forcibly decided he quietly took a side passage that he knew would take him to the docks... and hopefully away from that haunting sound.
He worms his way through the ducts... passing by vents... the occasional emergency lighting making it... while not bright... not totally dark. He heads around, down... through the various passages and tunnels. Finally, he was rather near the docks... when he hears it again... the giggle. This time from behind him. Turning around... he looks down the dark tunnel. Near the end, a turn he took cuts off his vision. And at the junction, a hanging light. As he watches... a slim... dainty hand slides out from around the corner. Its fingers looked... odd. From this far away, he couldn't tell... but it either had long manicured nails or... claws? Either way... it reaches out languidly... and makes a flicking motion... as the bulb shatters. Shadowing the tunnel behind him into pitch darkness.
muffinstud wrote:Vasily follows the alluring sway of the monster's full hips. It isn't lost on her that her own body is probably moving in a similar fashion. She glares at the thing's backside. This is all her fault. She will win this. She has to. Her crewmates are depending on her... all of the people in this station are depending on her.
It is... it almost surprises him as he thinks about it. His hips had been moving so smoothly side to side... their full swaying had felt so... natural... he hadn't even thought about it earlier. Either way... the creature leads him to the entrance of the spa... grinning down at his swimsuit clad form. "Heheee~ Soooo... whats the game? Race to the central tower...? Should I give you a head start?" She clasps her claws behind her back... swaying her hips side to side on the spot... knees pointed inwards. Looking for everything like an excited schoolgirl... Even her eyes looked wide and happy.
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.