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Post by Troyv on Feb 11, 2008 16:50:41 GMT -5
Bijog stood from his nest in the ground. It was the most comfortable place to 'sleep'. It was just the easiest word to assign to that action of battery recharge. His vision cycled through all the possibilities. No human life, as if it were expected. He never saw Humans any more. The occasional cyborg that couldn't be ressurected, after all that was his secondary coding. "Protect human life." he was bound to do it. His legs extended out to the piles, where he began his daily digging, searching for things that needed replacing. Small parts big parts, armor, ammunition, anything. He quickly found the armor plating he was searching for, though the bot that had it, fought rather crudely for it, it was a simple matter of an energy blast to obtain it. Simple creatures these were. He sent out his beacon for human life. Daily routine. "Subroutine 4678, Unit Adapter #9083, second creation. If human life still exists contact at beacon location. Awaiting orders." He let the message run, set for the day, would stop when he required a batter recharge. Day 20449. Log transmission. He settled back into his nest. And awaited anything.
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Post by Dragon on Feb 12, 2008 6:30:53 GMT -5
T-elos searched the field, her robot legs making her as fast as a cheetah. She searched for any signs of her. The girl she was assigned to protect. The child who controlled Omega. Nothing. She was confused at what was before her, at what had happened. Had the robots won? Where was Omega and her team? Her body power had dropped to 80%, with slight damages to her core. T-elos continued to search in her rather rapid manner, her computer network making sure she missed nothing as she passed. Most of what she saw was scrap metal, but occasionally there would be a simple military model that was still operational. T-elos came to a cliff of North America, still not fully comprehending what had happened, or where she really was. She was on North America, but her computer was telling her that it had shrunk, or sank, something to that effect. Either way, it wasn't even big enough to be called a continent anymore. So what had happened to HQ? How was she suppose to return to base if there was nothing to return to?
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Post by Troyv on Feb 13, 2008 11:36:06 GMT -5
He rose up from his nest. A humanoid. Unsure if whether actually human or not, he runs a brief scan, not human. . . but the closest thing he's seen. He lifts himself up, and faces her. "Message begin: Hello, Allo, Alloha, Osu, bonjour, ciao, привет, hei. Message end. Message begin: I'm am coming. A'u hele ma. 私は来ます. Je viens. Vengo. Я приезжаю. Jeg kommer. Message end." He began the trek in her direction, leaving all forms of communication open. His travel slow, but accurate. He had not yet found faster legs than these, else he'd have changed up. These were the most suitable out of what he found for this terrain. His systems checks told him everything he should need to know. His navigational systems told him the quickest path to her, he may need to skid a little ways, depending on the ground conditions. There should be more than enough space to do that though. He paused, checking where he is, and then continuing on his path. Re-Broadcast message. Message complete.
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Post by Dragon on Feb 14, 2008 20:14:32 GMT -5
T-elos came to a steady halt once she received a message. She immediately began scanning the terrain again, locating any signs of robotic activity. Transmission begin: I am T-ELOS, a cyborg, model 3-1-2-0-9. Requesting upload of recent events. Power reduced to 80%. In stand-by mode. Please do not engage in battle. I repeat, please do not engage in battle. Meeting coordinates 21 degrees south 45 degrees north of your pin-point location. Transmission ended.
T-elos moved to the coordinates she had given the robot and waited patiently, doing several terrain scans as well as scans of herself, replaying what her mechanical eyes had seen in attempts to make sense of what had happened.
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Post by Troyv on Feb 14, 2008 22:27:30 GMT -5
Message being received beaconed across his CPU. His multiple eyes scanned around. Coordinates accurate. DO NOT ENGAGE HUMANOID. He continued his path, recolecting all the data he had gathered from other bots, and his own banks to inform the cyborg. "Message begins: Message Received Unit T-elos Model 3-1-2-0-9. Coordinates accepted. I am Unit Adapter #9083, second creation. Following coordinates that have been sent. Monitoring all signal frequencies. Message end." He came upon her quickly in a stand by mode. He skid a short distance, stopping just before the cliffs began. A sense of satisfaction shot through him, what a useless use of proccesor. He looked up this Humaniod, and spoke for the first time. "Unit T-Elos, 3-1-2-0-9, This is Unit Adapter #9083, second creation. The last. Awaiting orders from you." He stood erect awaiting her orders. He would obey them he had decided on his way here. T-Elos was the only humaniod device to be found for many thousands of miles. Thus, according to subroutine #1 he would follow her orders. He called up subroutine #1: 'Follow all human orders, at any cost, including self destruction.'
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Post by Dragon on Feb 16, 2008 8:53:42 GMT -5
T-elos tilted her head, not completely understanding. She knew that their models where suppose to follow human orders, but she would have thought that after such a long period of time, it would have stopped.
I would have no order to give you, Unit Adapter #9083. Requesting coordinates to military base.
There must be a base of some sort that the units had fled to, they couldn't have all died if there were still cyborgs alive, although it was probably the machine part of her that kept her alive. The ability to not have to eat because her digestive system was mechanical. Anyone else on this continent probably would have died by now, so they were probably somewhere else.
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Post by Troyv on Feb 16, 2008 21:22:47 GMT -5
He slumped slightly, at her statement of no orders to be given, and then rose back to his full height, when she requested the nearest military base coordinates. "Coordinates are as follows. 39º 91' N, 77º 02' W" He lowers him self slightly, higher absorption from the life energy when at a lower point. "Do we travel there?"
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Post by Dragon on Feb 16, 2008 21:34:08 GMT -5
T-elos sighed, realizing she wasn't going to convince him to leave. Reluctantly, she nodded.
The military, is it the same one which fought to save humanity on this continent?
T-elos was unsured of what had happened, or what would become of her, now that everything seemed to have been destroyed. Where was Molly? How was she suppose to complete her duties if the human she served was no where to be seen?
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Post by Troyv on Feb 17, 2008 22:51:54 GMT -5
He scanned her for her energy source. "Yes sir! I fought for the humans from years 2941 till I was de-comissioned in 2949. The data banks I have recovered from damaged bots from around that time period and after have discovered that Project Omega went terminal in 2950. Destroying much of Northern America. It was the final blow." He stopped and realized he had greatly over stepped his bounds. " Sir. I do not know if the military is still active. It is not here. Though across the great sea it may be. But we are on an island, and I do not have the ability to cross water with these legs. Do you wish us to continue to the Military base, Sir?"
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Post by Dragon on Feb 18, 2008 10:39:36 GMT -5
T-elos thought for a moment. She was capable of crossing water no problem with her speed and flight abilities, but after he had just assisted her, she did not wish to abandon him. Not only that, but there was nothing here that could keep him busy. She looked around for anything that could float, but was big enough for him to stand on. She would have to use a combination of both running and flying to get him across the sea, and it would cause her energy to drop as well, but she could live.
Scan the grounds to find any buoyant object that your are capable of fitting on. I will take care of our transportation.
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Post by Troyv on Feb 18, 2008 10:43:41 GMT -5
"Sir yes sir!" He began running scans all around him, within a 5 mile radius. "Sir! I have found adequate materials. I will go collect and return shortly." he turned and left, scrounging through the piles of machines. Cries filled the air as another bot had it's buoyant legs torn from it. "Sir, I have returned with adequate materials." He looked to her, and then upon the water, quickly dropping the legs he had, and re-equipping to the new legs upon impact with them, his older legs being held onto via a magnet. "Sir, Are we ready to cross the sea sir?"
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Post by Dragon on Feb 18, 2008 10:48:17 GMT -5
T-elos lisfted chains she had found while he had gone scavanger hunting. If he traveled, it would most likely take a while, but with her speed it shouldn't take even half as long. T-elos connected the ends of the chain to mechanical parts near her shoulders. She walked back to the robot.
Hang on to this, tightly. It will make our travels much quicker.
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Post by Troyv on Feb 18, 2008 10:52:32 GMT -5
"Sir." He snagged it and attached it to himself, ready to move out upon command. "Sir, you should begin the absorption process once we reach land again. Your power levels are dropping to quickly." He informed her of the information she should already know, and should have already done, unless she did not have that ability. Maybe she was more like a battery, and not like a conduit. The newer bots, would feed off the energy from the earth it self. Maybe she had to take a power down time, and connect to something that did that. He shuddered slightly at the thought of being dependent upon something else to keep you alive. It should not be that way. One should be fully self dependent. He ran scans on the water, discovering that Humans could not drink this, it would be poisonous them, also there were no life signs with in it. No fish, or plants. "Is this planet dead now?"
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Post by Dragon on Feb 18, 2008 10:58:57 GMT -5
T-elos ignored his comments about losing energy.
Entering Turbo Mode C
Two large mechanical wings busted from T-elos's back, and the mechanical parts on her arms and legs began to glow slightly indicating an energy transfer to specific needed parts. She took off on two the water, moving fast enough that she didn't sink. She flapped her wings at a decent pace, not enough to cause her to go higher, but enough that she could support the extra weight.
I require power-down and a power source that is compatible with my model type. Energy absorption is not possible for cyborgs.
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Post by Troyv on Feb 18, 2008 11:38:17 GMT -5
He rode on the water, calculating distance time, and energy usage by her. He scanned her model and did a search into his data banks, wondering if he could give her the neccessary power. He ran the numbers quietly. "You will be forced into full power down state at approximately 1 mile off shore. We will take turns. And we will return you to where you can recharge." He said plainly at roughly the quarter way point.
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