Electric Sheep Meme

[mica-silverwind.livejournal.com]

SUDDENLY ROBOTS.

HUNDREDS OF THEM.

Your character has suddenly been turned into a robot, cyborg, disembodied A.I., what-have-you, for some reason. Maybe you're like a Terminator or just a little trash-bot...maybe you even look just like normal, except for a few key additions, just under the skin or grafted to it.

You might even be sexy robots. So sexy. (yes you are)

Have fun, go wild, use your newfound robot brains to access the internet in new and more powerful ways. Punch Tex in the face, go have giant robot fights, mess with each other's memories. MEME THYME!

Comments

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

[Tex...has already turned out actually be an AI. She's gotten over it.

But she does have that nagging sensation that she should be on alert right....now.]

[whyarewehere]

[WHONK!]

[Also laughter. A lot of it.]

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

[Oh, no you didn't. Unfortunately, the solidity goes both ways, and now Tex is out for blood. And charging directly at him.]

[whyarewehere]

Now what're you gonna do?

[Hey Tex? He's very solid. Also very made of metal.]

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

[Tex's response is a flying tackle aimed directly at him.]

[whyarewehere]

AAAAAH! HELP! I'M BEING VIOLATED!

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

HA!

[Tex, for her part, seems to be enjoying herself greatly as she makes use of him as a punching bag. This is so much easier when she's not having to puppet him into self-punching!]

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

[Grif is more durable than usual, at least. And incapable of feeling pain. He freaks out for a minute or two, then-]

Haha! That tickles!

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

[Growl, goes Tex. And she redoubles her efforts to cause some damage.]

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

You sure have a really screwed up way of showing love!

[CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!]

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Shut up, asshole!

[Tex's efforts remain spirited. The frustration of not doing anything is just adding to her rage.]

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

[...]

[.......]


[.......The best idea, of all time. He can't be hurt. So, what is the ultimate annoying thing he can do here? The truth comes shining forward.]

[GLOMP!]

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Get off of me!

[Now it's Tex who's on the defensive as she tries to pry him off.]

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

[Grif just clings on like a barnacle.]

You're the one who wanted a hug!

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

I don't want a hug; I want to rip your damn skull out!

[the-team-sucks.livejournal.com]

Well I don't have one!

[igotjetdog.livejournal.com]

Guys, don't be evil robots. I don't want to have to fight any of you.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Hyaaa ha ha ha ha! Evil is in my blood! Uh, which is now oil or something. I'm one badass freakin' roboverlord!

[crusades]

[It was only a matter of time. One day a bullet or knife blade or pieces of shrapnel would hit something vital and the Batman's body wouldn't be worth a damn.

He had always thought - no, hoped - it would be enough to kill him.

No such luck. He survived and was doomed to paralysis. It's the only way he ever would've considered becoming... this.]

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Stop whining.

[Not that he's doing it verbally, but she can tell.]

Cyberization isn't the worst thing that could happen to you.

[That honor goes to the Major.]

[crusades]

[He looks down coldly at an upturned palm, watching the servos in his fingers twitch and flex.

His new body, it didn't fit.

It didn't fit and he killed someone.]

No, it isn't.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

It happens to everyone.

[She remembers that feeling, so far removed. He's stronger now, but he doesn't really have fine control.]

I can delete the memory for you, if it's too much. But it's going to happen again.

[crusades]

[He shakes his head minutely.]

I should have taken the iron lung.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

You still could.

[It's true. It would be significantly easier to assign his cyberbrain to a Jameson-style body, or a sedentary position of surveillance and advice. It amounts to the same thing.

She scoffs softly. Still a virgin, after all these years, Bruce?]

Or you could keep brooding about it until a lack of action kills someone else.

[crusades]

[Fingers clench slowly, audibly at the thought. She plays a dangerous game with his conscience.

Something twitches in his face. He hasn't yet attained the level of impassive control over his expressions as the Major has.

This was Batman finally losing.]

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Inaction is as much a choice as anything else. There are things we can't control.

[He knows these things; she's seen it.]

If you’ve got a problem with the way things are, change yourself. If that's a problem, close your eyes, shut your mouth, and live like a hermit. And if that’s a problem...

Well, there's always the option of suicide.

[crusades]

[He looks weakly indignant.]

I already changed myself.

[So many times had he changed himself. Was this the one where he just stopped recognising what was left?]

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

[That gives her pause. He changed himself. If only he knew how cruel a thing that was, that he had had that option.]

If you replace every part of a machine with identical parts, is it...

[She doesn't finish it.]

Living things change. I guess we're both done with that, now.

[crusades]

[Oh, but he does. At least, they had discussed her accident once, long ago. It occurs to him when she begins to speak.]

Perhaps.

[That's code for, "forgive me." And when he passes her the sheet of paper, the ample size for crane folding, it's more, "help me."]

Would you show me?

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

[She understands, but makes no sign beyond placing the paper flat on the work table in front of him. He's seated so she stands, just slightly behind him, leaning over his shoulder to work left-handed. The other is resting on his shoulder and she doesn't take it away; as likely an admission as any.]

...

[She does it slowly, one corner, then the other, separating the folds with the side of her hand, delicate digits and strong, deftly handling paper that would give as much resistance as mist, under her full strength. After a while, she lifts the finished crane and holds one wing in her teeth to force it to inflate and sets it in front of him.]

[staturity]

[Looks totally normally, knows she isn't really.]

What?! When did my life turn into Battlestar Galactica?!

[thatskullfucker.livejournal.com]

[Stick magnets to]

[staturity]

...

[Punches with her new robot speed and strength.]

[lol-fireishot.livejournal.com]

What.