Post by Turn Whirley on Sept 4, 2017 16:04:09 GMT
OOC Name: Glitchwood Bitch
OOC Notes: Breakfast in the gutter never seemed more appealing.
Tags: Mitsu
Characters: Turn Whirley-Galaxy's Smartest Guy!
Bonuses: None.
The death of a friend hurts badly.
The death of a robotic friend does not.
This is what Turn had to come to terms with. Unfortunately, this was quite difficult to accept-harder if you never had any human friends. Well, that wasn't true-you had a social media servant, after all. But as it is, it's just another set of parts, fused to create the failure known as Deficio. It was kind of hard to hate the robot, even now-he named him Defunct!-but as far as a guy that was trying to create humanity went, at the moment it was doing a pretty pathetic job. Maybe he shouldn't have dismantled his legs. But Turn was smarter than that, and knew that if he could run, he would run. ( Or fly, none of turn's creations were given the power to discriminate. Business runs on all races!)
At the moment, Turn was casually enjoying breakfast in his comfy, large little house in the middle of the city. Nothing new, he thought; apart from the fact that he was being served casually by a floating robot. With it's humanoid shape and (built-in) devilish smile, the tea-server seemed...somewhat inviting. But inside those nuts and bolts were the remains of his friends...his son. yes, he considered one of them a son-because he programmed it to see him as a father! Call it what you like, but an evil robot isn't created by a good guy. Or at least a guy with no bad intentions at all.
"Master," the robot said casually, "I believe this is a complete waste of time. You have depleted your zeni resources on food, master, and I think there's more than enough of it," he tried to gently point out. "Absolutely not. This isn't me being lazy-it's me being organized. You see, remember that time you ate my friends and sent out a distress call to draw me in? Well, you forget that I categorize everything that needs my attention into pile and, gracefully, I put that urgent, beeping alarm in the Wednesday pile-as in, a week later. You could give me the end of the world and I could set it's deserving of my attention to Sunday, friend." Turn smiled. He built him with no emotions, so he couldn't go into a flare of anger. On the other note, absorbing people means taking their 'emotions' as well.
"No! This is a blatant showcase of your wasteful and lazy nature-I never said I wasn't lazy, it's just that when you have as many neurons as me, you do't want to waste it on petty stuff like emergency alarms." The robot then smashed his teacup into a wall before increasing his internal speaker volume. "Petty? PETTY? You have to be one of the most despicable human beings ever created! You created me to be defunct-you knew, down to the core, that I would absorb them! You designed me that way! I took away human lives, Turn, because of my programming! What witty comment do you have for that?"
"It wasn't that many lives."
Something inside Deficio snapped horrifically. Maybe there was something faulty in his systems-he didn't put that much effort in something named Defunct-or that the clashing 'emotions', 'feelings' and 'ideals' of his friends fused with Deficio's generic attitude may have caused something to go wrong in there. Eithr way, due to this response, Deficio's engines started over-workring themselves. The robot-'growling'-then pointed an arm cannon at Turn. He was unfazed-he knew that due to his well-placed programming, he could never harm him-but pretended to be scared in a mocking way. "Oh no-the robot that can't kill his master is attacking his master because he 'thinks' he is making a good point? Yeah...try again. You can't attack me directly."
Turn, as smart as he was, probably wasn't expecting the massive explosion.
BOOM!
As it was, Turn's body should be blown to bits and pieces by now. However, the universe would not allow him to fall so easily-or at least, he thought ahead at all times. The forcefield around him greatly softened the damage and plus, the explosion was generously survivable when you're above 25 PL. Even then, he was violently blown back, his clothes burning violently. Meanwhile, he had probably accidentally blown his house-and maybe a little bit of the neighborhood-out of the water. "Oops," Turn said nonchalantly after coughing heavily and standing up, looking at the heavily charred remains of his 'enemy'.
"Okay. No one to assess or scan the situation...so I'm stuck in these raging fires for now. Death should be imminent, but one of those pumped-up losers should be here anytime soon...that explosion wasn't small scale." He then smiled and continued to breathe in smoke like an idiot.
OOC Notes: Breakfast in the gutter never seemed more appealing.
Tags: Mitsu
Characters: Turn Whirley-Galaxy's Smartest Guy!
Bonuses: None.
The death of a friend hurts badly.
The death of a robotic friend does not.
This is what Turn had to come to terms with. Unfortunately, this was quite difficult to accept-harder if you never had any human friends. Well, that wasn't true-you had a social media servant, after all. But as it is, it's just another set of parts, fused to create the failure known as Deficio. It was kind of hard to hate the robot, even now-he named him Defunct!-but as far as a guy that was trying to create humanity went, at the moment it was doing a pretty pathetic job. Maybe he shouldn't have dismantled his legs. But Turn was smarter than that, and knew that if he could run, he would run. ( Or fly, none of turn's creations were given the power to discriminate. Business runs on all races!)
At the moment, Turn was casually enjoying breakfast in his comfy, large little house in the middle of the city. Nothing new, he thought; apart from the fact that he was being served casually by a floating robot. With it's humanoid shape and (built-in) devilish smile, the tea-server seemed...somewhat inviting. But inside those nuts and bolts were the remains of his friends...his son. yes, he considered one of them a son-because he programmed it to see him as a father! Call it what you like, but an evil robot isn't created by a good guy. Or at least a guy with no bad intentions at all.
"Master," the robot said casually, "I believe this is a complete waste of time. You have depleted your zeni resources on food, master, and I think there's more than enough of it," he tried to gently point out. "Absolutely not. This isn't me being lazy-it's me being organized. You see, remember that time you ate my friends and sent out a distress call to draw me in? Well, you forget that I categorize everything that needs my attention into pile and, gracefully, I put that urgent, beeping alarm in the Wednesday pile-as in, a week later. You could give me the end of the world and I could set it's deserving of my attention to Sunday, friend." Turn smiled. He built him with no emotions, so he couldn't go into a flare of anger. On the other note, absorbing people means taking their 'emotions' as well.
"No! This is a blatant showcase of your wasteful and lazy nature-I never said I wasn't lazy, it's just that when you have as many neurons as me, you do't want to waste it on petty stuff like emergency alarms." The robot then smashed his teacup into a wall before increasing his internal speaker volume. "Petty? PETTY? You have to be one of the most despicable human beings ever created! You created me to be defunct-you knew, down to the core, that I would absorb them! You designed me that way! I took away human lives, Turn, because of my programming! What witty comment do you have for that?"
"It wasn't that many lives."
Something inside Deficio snapped horrifically. Maybe there was something faulty in his systems-he didn't put that much effort in something named Defunct-or that the clashing 'emotions', 'feelings' and 'ideals' of his friends fused with Deficio's generic attitude may have caused something to go wrong in there. Eithr way, due to this response, Deficio's engines started over-workring themselves. The robot-'growling'-then pointed an arm cannon at Turn. He was unfazed-he knew that due to his well-placed programming, he could never harm him-but pretended to be scared in a mocking way. "Oh no-the robot that can't kill his master is attacking his master because he 'thinks' he is making a good point? Yeah...try again. You can't attack me directly."
Turn, as smart as he was, probably wasn't expecting the massive explosion.
BOOM!
As it was, Turn's body should be blown to bits and pieces by now. However, the universe would not allow him to fall so easily-or at least, he thought ahead at all times. The forcefield around him greatly softened the damage and plus, the explosion was generously survivable when you're above 25 PL. Even then, he was violently blown back, his clothes burning violently. Meanwhile, he had probably accidentally blown his house-and maybe a little bit of the neighborhood-out of the water. "Oops," Turn said nonchalantly after coughing heavily and standing up, looking at the heavily charred remains of his 'enemy'.
"Okay. No one to assess or scan the situation...so I'm stuck in these raging fires for now. Death should be imminent, but one of those pumped-up losers should be here anytime soon...that explosion wasn't small scale." He then smiled and continued to breathe in smoke like an idiot.