06-16-2016, 03:51 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-16-2016, 04:13 PM by Marcus Wright.)
Marcus stood up, staring out at the windows as various drops of rain had hit the window and storms were nearby. So .. your name is The Vision?
Sounds... strange for a android such as yourself, am I right?"
Marcus eyed the android for what seemed like a bit and sat down in a seat near him.
He was still thinking about the oozing, 7 foot tall armored man, who almost seemed to be melting the seat away casually and he didn't give a shit.
The Vision ran a analysis on Marcus's profile again
Analysing:
Marcus Wright
Unknown..
Unk...nown
Running facecheck.
Marcus Wright- Contestant
Weapons: Enhanced Strength, Attacks, .... Screwdriver?
Trust Level: 75 percent??
The profile comes back up and a scattered message arrives
"Skynet doesn't feel pain, it doesn't feel any pity, any.. REMORSE...
Doesn't have any feelings, It will trap you Marcus Wright.
He frowned, a growl on his face. He stood, a lace of anger in his thinking. "This was Skynet talking, not the Vision, right?"
Listen...
I will help you, Vision...
Marcus squeezed his fist.. "But if we get through this search and rescue... I promise I will help you rid of Skynet for good."
It gave time for Marcus to focus on the other "help" Karl Jak enlisted.
The VIP club did have its...welcoming phases... Employees offered drinks and free food but nothing seemed even appealing. "Sorry, Can't eat or drink.. "
He took a walk almost to clear his mind of the shitstorm nearby but he did notice the same man with black dreadlocks, the same hacker he saw that day in the arcade. He couldn't remember the last day he had something to eat or drink when he was human but memories seeped back.
That day came..
The last day he was alive..
2003...
Longview State Correctional Facility
Marcus stood in the cafeteria line, the ugly look on the prison kitchen's face when the police officer said he could have whatever he wanted that day.
But what did he want to choose? Just looking at the food made him sick...
Why the hell would he be happy? He just picked at his food and ate bits and pieces of it. How the hell was he supposed to eat when there were two guards staring down his every move.
Not after what he did earlier...
His thinking went from old memories to what was happening now...
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"Sir? Sir? Hello.."
"No... I do NOT want any food"
He also noted the presence of yet another different machine man who was appearing to be protecting a .. kid? Strange how a kid could go on this trip, but if she was anything like Star and Kyle Reese were at home, she didn't look as innocent as she seemed.
Sounds... strange for a android such as yourself, am I right?"
Marcus eyed the android for what seemed like a bit and sat down in a seat near him.
He was still thinking about the oozing, 7 foot tall armored man, who almost seemed to be melting the seat away casually and he didn't give a shit.
The Vision ran a analysis on Marcus's profile again
Analysing:
Marcus Wright
Unknown..
Unk...nown
Running facecheck.
Marcus Wright- Contestant
Weapons: Enhanced Strength, Attacks, .... Screwdriver?
Trust Level: 75 percent??
The profile comes back up and a scattered message arrives
"Skynet doesn't feel pain, it doesn't feel any pity, any.. REMORSE...
Doesn't have any feelings, It will trap you Marcus Wright.
He frowned, a growl on his face. He stood, a lace of anger in his thinking. "This was Skynet talking, not the Vision, right?"
Listen...
I will help you, Vision...
Marcus squeezed his fist.. "But if we get through this search and rescue... I promise I will help you rid of Skynet for good."
It gave time for Marcus to focus on the other "help" Karl Jak enlisted.
The VIP club did have its...welcoming phases... Employees offered drinks and free food but nothing seemed even appealing. "Sorry, Can't eat or drink.. "
He took a walk almost to clear his mind of the shitstorm nearby but he did notice the same man with black dreadlocks, the same hacker he saw that day in the arcade. He couldn't remember the last day he had something to eat or drink when he was human but memories seeped back.
That day came..
The last day he was alive..
2003...
Longview State Correctional Facility
Marcus stood in the cafeteria line, the ugly look on the prison kitchen's face when the police officer said he could have whatever he wanted that day.
But what did he want to choose? Just looking at the food made him sick...
Why the hell would he be happy? He just picked at his food and ate bits and pieces of it. How the hell was he supposed to eat when there were two guards staring down his every move.
Not after what he did earlier...
His thinking went from old memories to what was happening now...
---------------------------------------------------------------
"Sir? Sir? Hello.."
"No... I do NOT want any food"
He also noted the presence of yet another different machine man who was appearing to be protecting a .. kid? Strange how a kid could go on this trip, but if she was anything like Star and Kyle Reese were at home, she didn't look as innocent as she seemed.
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