Systems Refreshing... DW-120201000010010001-N logging in. Sys- 10110000100010111100011101-
"Wake up dude! Or are you dead? Wake up!" Huh?
"If he's dead, you know he couldn't respond... Asimov, you're so stupid." ...
"Hey! I'm not stupid! Average intellegence." ...Wha... where am I?
"Sure." Urgh, these voices in my head...!
"Hey, I think he's waking up dude!" Waking up? What?
"Yeah, what a great prank Tyler."
"No, I'm not kiddi-"
Blue eyes flutter open. Green dashes across their vision. Systems rebooting - Status: Online. Firewalls secure.
What the-
"Ack!" The snrk of sneakers glide across the pavement. "Pl-please don't hurt me! I didn't do it, she did!" A male voice yelps.
"No I didn't! You poked him with a freaking twig! And when he murders us both, I'm going to kill you!" Murder...?
"T-that didn't make any sense dude..."
"H..." The rather scratchy voice startles the teenagers, shocking them into screaming.
Why does it hurt to speak? What is this? More green screens passes by in the barely usable vision. DWN - 012 is online and working. Preparing to send signals to other DWN machines. Please wait...
What? What does this mean? I can't see, I can't...
As the mysterious character attempts to move, pain wracks through his body, and immedietly messages start to appear in red.
Do not attempt to move. Doing so could cause more damage to fractured body. The character payed no attention to this, rather hissing in pain under his breath. He needed to communicate with people- he needed to know where he was- or who he was. He didn't like this. It was starting to freak him out. He had to speak up. And so he did.
"H... hi?" The voice was so small and scratchy the two teenagers barely heard it. The male one spoke up.
"You hear that Nate? Killers don't greet their victims."
"Of course not Tyler, that's what rapers do." Okay, seriously, what the heck?
"What?!"
"I was freaking making a joke, stupid!" A thwacking noise was made. This wasn't working. The mysterious character speaks up again. Fortunetly, his voice was more controlled.
"Hey... hey!" He almost barks. The teenagers were too busy bickering to notice him the first time, but the second time they immedietly quieted. He finally managed to speak more than a word. "I... why can't I see?" He started with the first question- although it sounded like the stupidest thing ever. Not that he could notice, but the teenagers both raise their eyebrows in question. "Well, first of all, you have a paper bag on your face." The male voice says. A paper bag? "Can you... take it off?" The un-identified character felt really stupid right now, but he had no other choice. The teenagers weren't buying it.
"And why should I do that? So you can burn me with your lazer beam eyes? Or will you grab me by the throat and choke me with your metallic arms once I get near-" Another thwack to the head was made. Lazer beam eyes? Metallic... arms?
"No... I... I can't feel my arms or legs... and what do you mean metallic arms?" For some reason, he felt like something terrible was going to be thrown at him in realization. He couldn't even feel that thing where your stumach twists and turns when something awful happens. What the heck is going on?
"Oh gee dude, I don't actually know much types of metal, so I just said metal... and as for you not feeling anything, you don't anyway, so hah!" I don't get this!
After the male voice was done talking, the female voice spoke up. "You know what, I'm just going to take off the bag." The clacking of boots sounded about, getting close to the mysterious character.
DWN machines are not replying, preparing to send another broadcast. Another green screen.
"Nate, wait, he'll murder you-!"
"Shut up, Tyler."
And after that, the brightest light ever was flashed down on the mysterious character. "Ack, what the-"
Adjusting to brightness of the star, please wait...
Suddenly, the area was darkened. Then, his sight was darkened even more as a mysterious figure loomed over on him. "Um... robot-dude, are you okay? You look like you're in pain." The character finally adjusted to his surroundings. It was someplace dark, musty, and quiet, and outside. The sun shined brightly, and for some reason, the character couldn't smell anything. Wait, I can't smell anything- wait- wait-
"Robot...?" And what with little strength he had, he whiplashes his head upwards, encountering a female standing above him. Said girl was wearing all black clothing, had emerald green eyes, and long raven colored hair... was that fear he saw in her eyes?
"Yeah... you are a robot, right? Or are you one of those new androids I heard about, why would anybody throw such a cool looking robot away?" A... robot?
He stares blankly. "I... what am I?" And when he looks downwards, his blank stare turns into confusion and coldness.
He was dressed in a weird red body armor, with some crescent on it, and then these black tights with red metallic boots. What...? I don't get this anymore!
"Dude." A soft shake of the shoulder causes him to wince in pain.
Do attempt to move-
"Shut up!" He says to nobody in person. The girl looks offended. He blanks again. "Ah, not you, sorry-" And the second attempt of getting up causes him to scream in pain, and then sparks fly out- sparks?!
"Okay, red robot guy, you need to calm the crap down and stay where you are." The male's voice appears again.
No DWN machines are responding. Preparing to alert other machines...
Slowly, the half standing up perso- robot, slides down what seemed to be a cobblestone wall. He stares up at the girl again in pain. He repeats to himself slowly.
"I'm... a robot?" He stares down at his red metallic gloved hands as if they were something sacred. When he looks back up at the girl and boy, slowly, they both nods their heads.
True realization dawned on him, and it sucked.
"But... I am human." He tells them. Then he glares at the mossy ground, "I was human." The two teenagers look at each other in confusion. "This is a joke, right?" He looks up at the two in seriousness. "My name is Jay, and I'm human," He presses on. "I'm not a robot. This is a really bad prank, whoever thought of it." The character scoffs. It wasn't real. It wasn't. The brunette male sighs. "Okay dude, let's restart this."
He pauses for a few brief seconds.
"Hello there, I'm Tyler Black." He greets the red robot, "my friend over here is named Nate Kerbet. We're both highschoolers, well, we were highschoolers, until we finished. Now it's summer."
No no no no no. He had already faced the harsh fact that somebody was telling him he was a robot. He did not need somebody to tell him that he was in another country- or, another year-
"What year is this?" The abrupt question startles the brunette known as Tyler. He stares at the red robot questionably.
"For a supposed-to-be-smart robot, you sure are blank-minded with all the necessary stuff." He says. The red robot was tempted to roll his eyes. He just freaking woke up! How was he supposed to know anything at this point?! Nonetheless, he repeated the question. "What year is it?" He says more sternly. The raven haired girl slowly says it for the brunette.
"It's the year 20XX, red robot dude."
No. There is no way that has to be true. This is all a joke. A prank. Some people are going to pop out of nowhere and be like, "Surprise surprise! We nearly caused you to have a heart-attack, but it's okay, you don't care!" He starts to shake in fear. It can't be... can it?
"Okay, red robot dude, you're startin' to spazz out. We need to take you somewhere safe. Maybe my dad can help you, he's not a doctor professional or anything like that, but-"
"And why should I trust you with anything?" He glares up at the boy. And he has the nerve to smile, too. "Well, you've trusted the fact that you're a robot, even though you for some reason claim to be human." The red robot hisses under his breath. That was true. "I refuse to go along with you. I'd rather rot here... wherever this is." He mutters. The raven haired girl- Nate, points around, amused. "You'd rather live in a suspicious and filthy alleyway in a condition where you can't even move?" She says, unimpressed. The red so called robot opens his mouth to say, but closes it. It wasn't like he wanted to be in pain any longer. And he wanted to know what was going on. Prank or not, he wanted to know what the heck the green screens were for. He stares up at the teenagers again with a lack of trust. "Alright..." He stares down at the floor again, a repeated pattern. With the slightest bit of humor, he asks, "So, who is going to carry me?"
