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revivalproject2023-06-09 05:16 pm
buildingitsir) wrote in revivalproject2023-06-09 05:16 pm
Calibrations ›» Home is Where the Synthetic Heart Is
WHO: York Stark & You
WHERE: York's Calibration room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: June 10 - July 10
WARNINGS: Memories are marked accordingly for cw/tw
Mingle Post: 01010011 01110100 01100001 01110010 01101011
The first thing to note about the room is that it’s small. An average human has to lower themselves to fit within, though there's more horizontal space compared to last year's room. And this one is less like the interior of a computer - the ceiling, floor, and walls, are all made of rusty metal, creaking. Pipes and wires run through to different areas. There's a lite sway to this room, like it's on a ship.
It is a ship - the interior of one.
The room is fashioned to look like York's former home in Detroit: Jericho.
There's a table with newspapers on display. All of them have different headlines, with the cover photo moving to capture the visitor's attention. The first shows figures leaping from a ship into the harbor before it explodes with the headline 'DEVIANT HIDEOUT RAIDED' [cw: gun violence; death]. Thers's a splatter of blue on the paper's corner. The next newspaper shows the landscape of a park before hands come to cover the camera with the title 'HUMANS ATTACKED BY DEVIANT ANDROID' [cw: assault, physical violence]. Another paper next to that, this one featuring the library of Temba with 'keep out' tape altered over the image. 'LIBRARY BREAK-IN' reads the title. The paper looks like someone tried to crumple it. And the last one, a wet newspaper, shows a cliffside house being demolished and falling into the ocean below with the headline 'CYBERLIFE ATTACKS STARK'.
The room creaks and at the far wall, sits York, but it doesn't look like the teenager that's a current resident of the city. This form is older, like a man in his twenties. The way he's supposed to look before the shell was lost. Wires connected to the walls are draped around him, keeping him tethered to the far wall.
"Ah," he says when he spots his visitor. "So we're really are doing this shit again. Fanfuckingtastic." Less angry compared to last time. Just annoyed by this shit again.
[I'll be using a different set of icons for the older version of York in replies, but that face doesn't apply outside of the calibration room. ~Xi]
WHERE: York's Calibration room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: June 10 - July 10
WARNINGS: Memories are marked accordingly for cw/tw
Mingle Post: 01010011 01110100 01100001 01110010 01101011
The first thing to note about the room is that it’s small. An average human has to lower themselves to fit within, though there's more horizontal space compared to last year's room. And this one is less like the interior of a computer - the ceiling, floor, and walls, are all made of rusty metal, creaking. Pipes and wires run through to different areas. There's a lite sway to this room, like it's on a ship.
It is a ship - the interior of one.
The room is fashioned to look like York's former home in Detroit: Jericho.
There's a table with newspapers on display. All of them have different headlines, with the cover photo moving to capture the visitor's attention. The first shows figures leaping from a ship into the harbor before it explodes with the headline 'DEVIANT HIDEOUT RAIDED' [cw: gun violence; death]. Thers's a splatter of blue on the paper's corner. The next newspaper shows the landscape of a park before hands come to cover the camera with the title 'HUMANS ATTACKED BY DEVIANT ANDROID' [cw: assault, physical violence]. Another paper next to that, this one featuring the library of Temba with 'keep out' tape altered over the image. 'LIBRARY BREAK-IN' reads the title. The paper looks like someone tried to crumple it. And the last one, a wet newspaper, shows a cliffside house being demolished and falling into the ocean below with the headline 'CYBERLIFE ATTACKS STARK'.
The room creaks and at the far wall, sits York, but it doesn't look like the teenager that's a current resident of the city. This form is older, like a man in his twenties. The way he's supposed to look before the shell was lost. Wires connected to the walls are draped around him, keeping him tethered to the far wall.
"Ah," he says when he spots his visitor. "So we're really are doing this shit again. Fanfuckingtastic." Less angry compared to last time. Just annoyed by this shit again.
[I'll be using a different set of icons for the older version of York in replies, but that face doesn't apply outside of the calibration room. ~Xi]
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A window opened between them, a moving image of his brother from the first memory who was absent in the gaslighting one. York shifts his posture where he sits on the far wall, and the window closes again. Apparently not one to interact with this time.
"Yeah. I ran away not long after my brother fixed up most of the damage." The keyword being 'most' in that sentence. "I found my way to an android hideout - Jericho. An abandoned freighter that deviants were finding solitude in until the humans raided it with the military."
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Link knows what it's like to be wary of a machine. His own death at the hands of the Guardians taught him to be so all too well, along with their sheer destructive power. But the Guardians weren't people. They didn't have thoughts and feelings, like York did.
The way the humans in York's world act isn't something Link can understand.
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"Humans figured out where we were hiding. The main company in charge of android manufacturing, Cyberlife, worked together with the police and military to implement a raid." He drags a hand over his face with a frustrated sigh. "We just wanted to be left alone. And they decided to try and kill us instead, and reprogram the ones who didn't die and got caught."
Thankfully York hadn't been one of them.
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He knows it would not have been possible, but he wishes he could have been there to help. Persecuted as they were, it was clear that York's people needed protectors.
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"But you're right. It's not right how they're treating us. I don't know if it'll get better, but I know people survived after the Jericho incident. Someone from my world is here." He looks over Link with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Why linger? A lot of people want out as soon as the door opens," with a small gesture with a hand to the door that was open and waiting for York's guest.
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York was a machine who was a person. He came from a world so very different from Link's. Of course he'd wanted to know more. And, well, Link was nosy. Leave an unsecured diary lying about where Link can find it, and he will always choose to read it.
Except he hadn't expected to see memories like this. And now Link can't help but feel like he's stepped over a boundary that he shouldn't have.
"...I'll go now," he says. He shouldn't intrude anymore than he has.
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The teal eyes watch the other and nods. "...you're nice," York pipes up, turning his head away for a moment but looking to him from the corners of his eyes. "Sorry if I've been aggressive. I'm getting better at not being that way so much."
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In response to York's apology, however, Link just hums - a few notes up and down, in the cadence of 'it's okay,' - and shakes his head. York doesn't need to apologise; Link didn't mind, and he wasn't that aggressive anyway. And after seeing those memories, Link can't really blame him.
Now, though, it's probably best that Link stops poking around. "Bye," he says, before walking through the door.