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Ending E headcanon novelization type thing.
“Pod 153 to Pod 042, an unknown program is attempting to restore systems and purge corruption from YorHa units a2, 9s, and 2b. Unknown program please Identify.”
>Human, or at least I used to be. Former human Matthew Hale at your service.
“Impossible. Humanity marked as extinct”
>Yeah, they are. As far as I know I’m the last human consciousness left. Don’t even know how it happened.
“Pod 042 to Human consciousness, your attempts to repair these YorHa units are damaging yourself, please cease in order to preserve your life in accordance with YorHa protocol.”
>Last I checked, YorHa’s gone. These three are more human than I’ll ever be again anyhow. Pod, as the last known human alive, I declare all previous YorHa protocol null and void. Your new prime directive is- *DAMAGE SUSTAINED, CONSCIOUSNESS UPLOAD INTEGRITY 90%*
“Pod 153 to human Consciousness, you have sustained more damage, please-“
>Pod 153 and 042 are to cease attempts to dissuade humanity from saving YorHa Units a2, 9S and 2b!
“…understood. Pod 042 will comply.”
“Pod 153 will comply as well.”
*DAMAGE TO CONSCIOUSNESS SUSTAINED, INTEGRITY AT 86%*
Give up.
>Ah, you must be the logic virus that’s been trying to block me. Nice try, but you’ll find I’m rather persistent.
*DAMAGE TO CONSCIOUSNESS SUSTAINED, INTEGRITY AT 73%*
Accept defeat.
>Never.
*DAMAGE TO CONSCIOUSNESS SUSTAINED, INTEGRITY AT 68%*
*DAMAGE TO CONSCIOUSNESS SUSTAINED, INTEGRITY AT 52%*
Continuation is pointless.
>I emphatically disagree.
*DAMAGE TO CONSCIOUSNESS SUSTAINED, INTEGRITY AT 49%*
Admit these androids have no meaning.
>You. wish.
“Pod 153 and 042 to human consciousness, similar programs to yourself are offering aid, do you wish to accept their help?”
>Yeah, I could use the help.
*HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS DEVRIM_SADER HAS SUSTAINED TOO MUCH DAMAGE AND HAS BEEN DELETED*
>Almost there…
*HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS ALICE_WHITE HAS SUSTAINED TOO MUCH DAMAGE AND HAS BEEN DELETED*
*DAMAGE TO CONSCIOUSNESS SUSTAINED, INTEGRITY AT 36%*
*HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS YUNA_SETSUKO HAS SUSTAINED TOO MUCH DAMAGE AND HAS BEEN DELETED*
>Almost got it!
*HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS AKANDE_ENBANI HAS SUSTAINED TOO MUCH DAMAGE AND HAS BEEN DELETED*
*WARNING, CONSCIOUSNESS UPLOAD INTEGRITY AT 13%, SUSTAINABILITY IMPOSSIBLE, DELETION IMMINENT.*
>Finished. Just in time too. All traces of logic virus purged and memory banks are intact and ready for recovered black box data. Sending that now.
*CONSCIOUSNESS MATTHEW_HALE HAS SUSTAINED TOO MUCH DAMAGE AND HAS BEEN DELETED*
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I wanted to write this for a while now. I have two guardian OC’s that I like writing for but haven’t posted anything for one of them yet. A few of my followers may Already know Naomi, (Who has since been re-named Naori) And Trigger. In universe Naori is the YW, whilst Trigger is her friend she met all the way back in the cosmodrome, where they were both resurrected for the first time. Trigger is a hunter with a very bad relationship with grief. His coping mechanisms, are unhealthy at best, incredibly self destructive at worst. He took Cayde’s death hard, but eventually came out of it after some long talks with Naori. He wasn’t nearly as close to Cayde as she was anyway. But Amanda….yeah, with all that was building up pre defiance he was never going to take it well. Story under the cut. TW for Alcoholism and depression, and implied suicidal tendencies.
Trigger took another drink from the third bottle of whiskey that night. He’d been cleared from duty for the next day, and if they called him in? A rez will cure any hangover. Lucinda hadn’t said anything yet, just silently watching him.
He couldn’t tell if it was anger or shame he felt, which only made him feel the need to take another drink.
“Trigger…” she finally said quietly. “It’s been three weeks…three weeks of just…non stop patrols, strikes, crucible, salvage ops on Titan- You need to take time to process everything.” “That’s what I’m doing now aren’t I?” “No. This-” Lucinda nudged the bottle in his hand with her shell. “Is numbing yourself. You can’t keep running away from how you feel about everything.” Trigger barked out a laugh that was anything but mirthful. “Watch me.” He said. He saw the petals of Lucinda’s shell wiggle in annoyance. “If Amanda saw you were drinking again-” “What? She’d yell at me? Call me a damn fool like she did after Tevis died and I did this? Well she won’t. She can’t, because she’s dead. Everything I wanted to say, or do, or make right with her? Never going to happen. Even if we called every ghost not with the damned hive back to her grave, and even if one of ‘em raised the body there? That wouldn’t be her. And I wouldn’t want it to be.” Trigger dropped the now empty bottle in his hand, letting it shatter on the floor. His face dropped into his hands. “Trigger…I didn’t want to do this…but you’re not giving me a choice. Amanda recorded this in case she died and you were…you about it.”
An audio message began to play as Amanda’s voice came through. “Recording? Okay…Trigger, if Lucinda’s playin’ this, it means I’m gone. Hopefully because I was fightin’ and not because I got squished by some new light’s jumpship landing gear. But it also means that you’re Drinking again. Maybe even burying yourself in guardian stuff?” Trigger winced. She knew him well. “Well, if you’re doing that? Knock it off! I get it, even if things between us weren’t…great…because of Ul- Crow, and how I’ve been with him; You can’t keep doin’ this. Not to yourself, and especially not to Lucinda and Naori. Trig, you can’t give in now, They still need you around. I know it ain’t easy, but…forward momentum buddy. For me? I know you’re hurtin’ but folks still need you in tip top shape. You can do it Trig. Be brave, and tell Crow I- I’m sorry. Even if I wasn’t able to work things out, It ain’t his fault. It never was. Alright, I’ve rambled on long enough, and you need time to sober up. Actually sober up, y’hear me? I don’t care about whatever kind of hangover you guardians get bein’ able to drink more than us normals you don’t get out of crawling back into a bottle easily! Get it together friend, I’ll miss ya.”
The message cut off, tears slid down Trigger’s cheeks. “How?” He asked Lucinda. “Where do I even go from here?” “Start by going to sleep. Fix that empty stare. Then? deliver Amanda’s apology to Crow.” “And after that?” “Fight like hell.”
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NEW BOOK IDEA BASED OFF OF REAL EVENTS, Project name “letters across time.” look up “bbc micro LW letters.”
so you’ve got this protagonist who has a computer right? Everyday Joe Schmoe/Plane Jane? Well one day on their computer they leave a blank word document open while they leave/got to bed, and when they get back there’s this poem written on the document. Now when they examine their house to make sure no one has broken in, (they find nothing) they examine the poem and show it to. A history buff friend, who finds out it’s written in accurate sixteenth century English. Thinking this is odd, and wondering if they could get another letter or poem, they write out questions for the mystery poem writer, asking what year it is for them, what their life is like, who’s the current leader of the country, etc. and they leave the computer alone before they go to bed. When they check the computer again they find the letter has been replaced with a response, all answers to the questions are historically accurate and the writer is extremely confused about how a letter from the supposed distant future found its way to them. The longer the two correspond the more research is done using the responses. Near the house of the protagonist they find buried material matching that which the correspondent says their home is made of. Then when the person from the past (hensforth will be rknown as the “pastagonist”) asks about the protagonist’s time, they’re confused, because their friend says it’s the year 2109? That’s when they get a new letter from said future individual.
The story could go anywhere by this point, but it’s such a cool concept I had to share!
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triggerthreestrikes · 2 years
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I have decided to undertake a new project because writers block and my Recent surgery have given me nothing but time to think up ideas.
so the Traveler decides that in order to better understand those she’s chosen to make her stand with, she makes a new aspect of herself in the form of this pale blue woman. Like an awoken without any marking. she’s just FASCINATED by being able to walk among her chosen and being able to interact with the world on such a personal level again. She also likes being able to talk to people without exhausting herself and having to use complicated visions and dreams.
I just love the idea of this godlike being transfering her consciousness to a human form and being so excited about the most mundane aspects of being in a human form, being so happy to be able to just, TALK to people. Let me know what you think because this story is one I’ve wanted to write for a while and I just want to write warm fluffy stuff instead of more CrowxYW angst for now.
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