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revivalproject2022-04-01 06:40 am
buildingitsir) wrote in revivalproject2022-04-01 06:40 am
From Harbor to Fountain
WHO: York and anyone else
WHERE: Arrival Fountain
WHAT: This isn't Jericho anymore
WHEN: Definitely not 2038 at least.
WARNINGS: None at the moment
If he were human, being absolutely drenched would be uncomfortable. But as it were, his blue and red blood soaked clothing is plastered against him like a second synthskin as York wakes up. Was it... an early stasis? Given the fact that he had used a lot of energy during the raid on Jericho, helping his fellow androids, and escaping into the icy harbor of Detroit... yeah. That was plausible.
Sitting up, York scanned the area. [NO DATA] his HUD helpfully supplied and he frowned. What the fuck? Was he not in Detroit? Maybe the explosion sent him into the future or something. Isn't that what happened in human media? That's definitely not how it worked. His sneakers scuffed against the asphalt when he got up, looking around. His black hair messy, teal eyes bright in the early morning. Yeah, this wasn't Detroit. As far as the android knew, the revolution hadn't gotten this far out of hand yet, nor did any place in the city have a fountain that looked like this.
Then he spotted a glowing datapoint, beckoning him. It was like being undeviated all over again, pulled by command to touch it. And he did... and absolutely didn't like it. Yet all the information that flooded into his system was useful. Agrii-10, Temba, everything he needed to know about where the hell he was now.
He pulled away quickly, almost tripping over a first aid kit with the scrawled writing of 'JERICHO' on it.
"What... what the hell?" He wanted to tag on 'where am I' and 'what is this place, but York knew that one already. "Send me back!" Was he alone here? That would be nice, being away from all the humans, but even this android would get lonely after awhile.
York couldn't help the revolution from here, damn it!
WHERE: Arrival Fountain
WHAT: This isn't Jericho anymore
WHEN: Definitely not 2038 at least.
WARNINGS: None at the moment
If he were human, being absolutely drenched would be uncomfortable. But as it were, his blue and red blood soaked clothing is plastered against him like a second synthskin as York wakes up. Was it... an early stasis? Given the fact that he had used a lot of energy during the raid on Jericho, helping his fellow androids, and escaping into the icy harbor of Detroit... yeah. That was plausible.
Sitting up, York scanned the area. [NO DATA] his HUD helpfully supplied and he frowned. What the fuck? Was he not in Detroit? Maybe the explosion sent him into the future or something. Isn't that what happened in human media? That's definitely not how it worked. His sneakers scuffed against the asphalt when he got up, looking around. His black hair messy, teal eyes bright in the early morning. Yeah, this wasn't Detroit. As far as the android knew, the revolution hadn't gotten this far out of hand yet, nor did any place in the city have a fountain that looked like this.
Then he spotted a glowing datapoint, beckoning him. It was like being undeviated all over again, pulled by command to touch it. And he did... and absolutely didn't like it. Yet all the information that flooded into his system was useful. Agrii-10, Temba, everything he needed to know about where the hell he was now.
He pulled away quickly, almost tripping over a first aid kit with the scrawled writing of 'JERICHO' on it.
"What... what the hell?" He wanted to tag on 'where am I' and 'what is this place, but York knew that one already. "Send me back!" Was he alone here? That would be nice, being away from all the humans, but even this android would get lonely after awhile.
York couldn't help the revolution from here, damn it!