03-26-2016, 07:57 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-14-2017, 12:51 PM by Android 17.)
Seventeen scowled as he pushed the stone slab that had served as a couch out into the large hallway. From talks with Von Koopa and some of the others, he knew that most of them used the slabs as their actual beds. How the Koopas managed to sleep, he didn’t know—they must have been genetically engineered to sleep on rocks. Once the chunk of rock was gone, he re-entered the room and pulled the curtain shut behind him.
On a small desk in the corner was a little piece of tech called a Capsule Corp Book or simply a ‘capsulebook’. Less than a laptop but more than a tablet, the pseudo-computer had been all the rage in West City prior to the return of the Stallions to Earth.
After another conversation with Von Koopa and receiving a small, semi-permanent place to live inside one of the fortresses near the periphery of the kingdom, Seventeen had taken to reflecting upon some of the things he’d missed from his home. Although the room was clearly carved from stone, he’d summoned enough things to make it feel a little homier. On the floor was the same sort of carpet from his bedroom, and the walls had a few pictures of friends and family that he’d managed to create simply from memory and some omnilium.
Now that the slab was removed, he had enough room to lean his large bed down and set it up properly at the center of the far wall. The master bed—detailed precisely like the one he’d slept on at the mansion—took up nearly sixty percent of the little cave room, but it was well worth it once Seventeen hopped onto the perfectly shaped mattress and sprawled out his legs. Although the ceiling was made from roughly carved rocks, the cyborg had added some glow-in-the-dark stars and a ceiling fan that ran off of an internal battery.
Glancing to the right side of the room, Seventeen looked ‘outside’ through the fake glass door. Through the door and the bars of the balcony beyond, one could spot the old barn and the dense forests that surrounded the venerable estate. If he could summon this room, Seventeen figured he could probably summon the whole house at some point.
Just need more juju. Von Koopa had reiterated that anything was possible if one acquired enough omnilium, and at this point, Seventeen was beyond doubting the laws of this new world. Once the room had been nearly squared away, he’d taken a moment to mediate on his own body. While he hadn’t achieved much, he’d managed to unlock his ki sense, allowing him to close his eyes and feel all the life forces that skittered and jogged throughout the hallways of the fort. He had hoped for more, but Von Koopa told him that ‘it is always rough for primes who lost a lot.’
Beyond his years of training, Seventeen had also lost all his friends and family, but since he’d spent his afterlife separated from many of them, those wounds weren’t quite as fresh as the frailty of his form. If death had taught the cyborg anything, it was that things always got better, even if they had to be really shitty for a good long while.
Lying on the new version of his old bed, Seventeen thumbed through some articles on the capsulebook. While it had a different name, the Dataverse seemed like nothing more than the internet, but here in the Omniverse, there was a vast internet culture, beyond anything the cyborg had experienced in his home. He vaguely recalled the concept of social media from when he was alive, and he knew it had grown after his death. In the Omniverse, it seemed like everyone had an opinion, and they wanted every single person to be aware of it.
OmniTwitter, some website identified by a little white bird and bubble letters, appeared to be the focal point for all of it. The majority of the posts were whining, snarking, or trolling, but amid all the nonsense, there were a handful of interesting posts. One of the links took Seventeen to a website where a bunch of intelligent-sounding people were debating the truth of the Omniverse and the white figure who escorted them all into this place.
‘The Monotruth’ … that’s got such a cool ring to it. The machine-hybrid didn’t have the time to read through all the articles, but he bookmarked the page for later before tabbing back to some other posts. One that caught his attention was a string of ‘status updates’ from a group of adventurers in the Frozen Fields, but after a while, he got bored reading about a bunch of scientists trying to find meteorites in a place that sounded an awful lot like Planet Frost.
Pass. Seventeen thought as memories of changelings flittered through his head. If he could keep his streak of not having to deal with those monsters going here in the Omniverse, he’d be content. The last thing he needed was more reminders of the atrocities those things had gotten away with back in the real world. How many vicious deaths and brutal wars did a culture get to commit before they deserved to be dealt with?
Seventeen didn’t bother to get distracted with that particular can of worms. He’d spent too much of his mortal life frustrated by it, and he didn’t plan to let it impede his new little experience here.
Thus, the cyborg returned to the Dataverse. He managed to last about three more minutes before he stumbled across a piece of ‘fanfiction’ that involved some princess and a severed hand. Thirty seconds into the piece, the cyborg closed the tab and proceeded to shut the lid of the capsulebook. Anything involving an erotic relationship between a severed limb and an underage-looking princess creature was something he’d prefer to avoid by any and all means possible.
On a small desk in the corner was a little piece of tech called a Capsule Corp Book or simply a ‘capsulebook’. Less than a laptop but more than a tablet, the pseudo-computer had been all the rage in West City prior to the return of the Stallions to Earth.
After another conversation with Von Koopa and receiving a small, semi-permanent place to live inside one of the fortresses near the periphery of the kingdom, Seventeen had taken to reflecting upon some of the things he’d missed from his home. Although the room was clearly carved from stone, he’d summoned enough things to make it feel a little homier. On the floor was the same sort of carpet from his bedroom, and the walls had a few pictures of friends and family that he’d managed to create simply from memory and some omnilium.
Now that the slab was removed, he had enough room to lean his large bed down and set it up properly at the center of the far wall. The master bed—detailed precisely like the one he’d slept on at the mansion—took up nearly sixty percent of the little cave room, but it was well worth it once Seventeen hopped onto the perfectly shaped mattress and sprawled out his legs. Although the ceiling was made from roughly carved rocks, the cyborg had added some glow-in-the-dark stars and a ceiling fan that ran off of an internal battery.
Glancing to the right side of the room, Seventeen looked ‘outside’ through the fake glass door. Through the door and the bars of the balcony beyond, one could spot the old barn and the dense forests that surrounded the venerable estate. If he could summon this room, Seventeen figured he could probably summon the whole house at some point.
Just need more juju. Von Koopa had reiterated that anything was possible if one acquired enough omnilium, and at this point, Seventeen was beyond doubting the laws of this new world. Once the room had been nearly squared away, he’d taken a moment to mediate on his own body. While he hadn’t achieved much, he’d managed to unlock his ki sense, allowing him to close his eyes and feel all the life forces that skittered and jogged throughout the hallways of the fort. He had hoped for more, but Von Koopa told him that ‘it is always rough for primes who lost a lot.’
Beyond his years of training, Seventeen had also lost all his friends and family, but since he’d spent his afterlife separated from many of them, those wounds weren’t quite as fresh as the frailty of his form. If death had taught the cyborg anything, it was that things always got better, even if they had to be really shitty for a good long while.
Lying on the new version of his old bed, Seventeen thumbed through some articles on the capsulebook. While it had a different name, the Dataverse seemed like nothing more than the internet, but here in the Omniverse, there was a vast internet culture, beyond anything the cyborg had experienced in his home. He vaguely recalled the concept of social media from when he was alive, and he knew it had grown after his death. In the Omniverse, it seemed like everyone had an opinion, and they wanted every single person to be aware of it.
OmniTwitter, some website identified by a little white bird and bubble letters, appeared to be the focal point for all of it. The majority of the posts were whining, snarking, or trolling, but amid all the nonsense, there were a handful of interesting posts. One of the links took Seventeen to a website where a bunch of intelligent-sounding people were debating the truth of the Omniverse and the white figure who escorted them all into this place.
‘The Monotruth’ … that’s got such a cool ring to it. The machine-hybrid didn’t have the time to read through all the articles, but he bookmarked the page for later before tabbing back to some other posts. One that caught his attention was a string of ‘status updates’ from a group of adventurers in the Frozen Fields, but after a while, he got bored reading about a bunch of scientists trying to find meteorites in a place that sounded an awful lot like Planet Frost.
Pass. Seventeen thought as memories of changelings flittered through his head. If he could keep his streak of not having to deal with those monsters going here in the Omniverse, he’d be content. The last thing he needed was more reminders of the atrocities those things had gotten away with back in the real world. How many vicious deaths and brutal wars did a culture get to commit before they deserved to be dealt with?
Seventeen didn’t bother to get distracted with that particular can of worms. He’d spent too much of his mortal life frustrated by it, and he didn’t plan to let it impede his new little experience here.
Thus, the cyborg returned to the Dataverse. He managed to last about three more minutes before he stumbled across a piece of ‘fanfiction’ that involved some princess and a severed hand. Thirty seconds into the piece, the cyborg closed the tab and proceeded to shut the lid of the capsulebook. Anything involving an erotic relationship between a severed limb and an underage-looking princess creature was something he’d prefer to avoid by any and all means possible.
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