Warning! Mini X-Over with the game, RAGE, but you don't need to know its lore to read this...other than how the gameplay starts if you want a better description.
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Summary: When you're the last human on Earth surrounded by an overprotective but attractive combat gynoid, a sympathetic military AI in a gun, and a maniacal bot that's maintained your apartment for 9,000 years, you tend to lose your marbles. "Pod, what does that mean?" "The human phrase, 'lose your marbles', refers to the exaggerated possibility of one's loss in sanity." "Oh." *sigh*
Character(s): [OC, A2]
Genre(s): Adventure, Romance; Action, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, eventual Comedy
Ratings: M
Warning(s): Please do not stick your hand in android girls. This could lead to irreparable damage to appendage (unless you're human, then go ahead, you disgusting pervert!).
Language(s): English : English ; whatever the fuck future language they got - don't tell me they don't have old world languages downloaded
Crossover(s): NieR : Automata: Day/Night Cycle AU, Some Past Changes (because I'm too lazy to research more than I've had), WBR Ending AU, Human Preservation AU. RAGE: Ark Operation Commenced because of WCS AU, Ark Survives 9,000+ Years AU, Ark Survivor has Voice AU. Other things secret.
Beta(s): N/A. Might look for one.
End Notes: Plot Bunny! Also, this story will not be starting in the main game timeline. This will be before it. Also also, I'm not quite too fond of the stories where characters like this have an intrinsic hand in dire moments, like, his/hers great thing is super important to the climax of the story. This dude's got normal knees. Chill.
...
He might have an intrinsic quirk.
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Prologue
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[...-uditorial functions restor-...]
"Huh?" I was slowly awakened by the voice. "A-T, is that you?"
[...visual functions restored...]
Nanotrites, narrated Alexander. The eve of the year 2041 granted the world the use of tiny machines meant to accelerate all human bodily functions, ensuring the survival of the individual. Oh, my dear wife, do you still breathe, or have you fallen, like many?
[...speech functions restored...]
I breathed in, acutely aware of the sensation of an aqueous form entering my body through every orifice, around myself. "Auditory, Visual, and Speech, huh?" I thought. "If I remember right, it started with Taste, Smell, and then Touch prior to those three."
[...subject Alexander José is fully cognizant. Beginning decontamination process.]
I heard the feminine voice of the artificial intelligence ringing through the liquid, a small, almost imperceptible, unharmful jolt jumping through the watery solution as swiftly disappearing as it had appeared.
[Decontamination process complete. Activating Nanotrite Configurations.]
Stipulated electric stuns shortly permeated every part of my body, startling my slightly, but I soon relaxed, taking into account that I was not under attack; remembering that the small taste of adrenaline to the remainder of the human body helped along the little bots within my veins, perpetuating my existence like a small restart defibrillator.
These little things can't stop the White Chlorination Syndrome, he lamented, but they work well with the rare, healthy man. My dear Rebecca, does our little Bellona run now? Does she await her father patiently? Or does she loath me, for leaving you two alone?
[Nanotrites Online. Deactivating cryogenic stasis fluid.]
Fluid oxygen compounded with liquid nitrogen and magic formulated the substance making cryostasis achievable, turning the impossible into reality, all thanks to that damned dragon - my Grandfather, I often wonder; you longed to be with the creatures of myth, did you not? Did you hate shooting the beauty, or could you not resist the power of might at your fingertips?
[Deactivation complete. OPEN POD? Y/N]
Y'know...sometimes...I wonder...
I slowly hit the button Y, the chamber door slowly lifting ahead of him.
If we had never killed the dragon...
The tinted glass filled with a heads up display vacated my vision, revealing a room beyond that was bright world to me. I shut my eyes to protect my retinas from the blinding light, the liquid around me flooded into the grates beneath me, the metal digging into my skin with dull pain, head lowered and rear up not in reverence, but to empty my body of the fluids percolating it.
...would it have aided us from the disease brought on by the Queen Beast...
I coughed as gasses flooded my lungs and the rest of my body in place of the viscous substance, having been less dense than the cryogenic compound. My body convulsed, unused to the feeling of cold air for a long period of time.
...or would the winged one have wiped us out for being even remotely vulnerable to its demand - to either serve its higher being, or to become dust beneath its feet?
After my coughing fit, I struggled to stand, legs wobbling and collapsing. I tried again, this time successful, albeit barely.
The light above shone down only on me, smaller, red LEDs filling either side of each chamber, placed concentrically in the room I occupied. A cylindrical object then raised from the center of the floor, and the AI spoke again.
[Welcome back, Alexander José.]
My eyes trained on the computer before me.
I think it might have helped us...
I approached the screen.
[Beginning video playback: LAST MAN]
My eyes narrowed, unhappy with the conclusion brought on by the machine; the concept of being the last remaining human on this vessel. I silently hoped, with the numerous lives scattered throughout the planet's lithosphere, that more would eventually raise from the ground. I was greatly disturbed with the notion of causing psychological damage to participants of the Project Ark, all in a simple simulation.
"A-T," I spoke, my voice's intonation wavering greatly, "Turn that shit off."
[Affirmative: Cancelling video playback.]
...before turning us into its slaves...
"Confirm duration of burrowing," I continued, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, attempting to remain awake.
...and perpetuating the end of the world.
[It has been exactly 9,891 years, four months, ten days, three hours, and ten minutes.]
My eyes blearily widened.
End Prologue
Dictionary:
Cryostasis Fluid: A fictional substance intended to allow for the possibility of achieving cryogenesis. I could probably work on my chemistry, but it's made with pure liquid oxygen, pure liquid nitrogen, other trace gases, and the magic taken from the dragon's body.
Nanotrites: Little machines that increase the efficiency of all bodily functions, as well as providing a defibrillator, an anti-hack device, and other things (that you just might call total bullshit on).
References:
Cryostasis Fluid: The concept of this is ripped off of xAgentSheepx's Fanfiction "Just a Simple Repairman," since it was what initially inspired me to write this Fanfiction.
Nanotrites: Taken from the game RAGE, developed by Bethesda and Matthew J. Costello.
Bellona: Yes, Alexander's daughter is literally named after the Roman goddess of war, and mostly because Rebecca is a massive SMITE nerd, which is made by Hi-Rez studios, by the way. Just imagine a SMITE 3, okay?
A-T: Slight reference to Titanfall 2's BT. The Titanfall franchise was developed by Respawn Studios.
Cyster: Another reference by xAgentSheepx's Fanfiction "Just a Simple Repairman." In fact, it's an exact reference to it.
Love your work, by the way!
Future Content 1
Alex shoved a finger into 2B's face, who visibly leaned back with a look of surprise on her face, the hostility unexpected.
"Don't you dare claim you fight for Humanity, you fucks!" he spat, and 9S looked unable to formulate a response, mouth opening repeatedly like a fish's. "You know about the Arks burrowed by Survival Industries, huh? The Sanctuaries launched by Cyster, huh?!"
"Y-Yes!" 9S squeaked, but was cut off by Alexander's glare.
"No!" he denied. "You don't! You don't understand Humanity well enough to even fight for it!" he declared, taking a step back. "Humanity isn't just about procreating or feeling emotions," he mocked, throwing the words out that 9S had said earlier. Alexander's face slowly morphed from one of anger to one visibly holding back tears. "It's about memory," he choked, "and the emotions we experience together!"
He spun around, heading in the direction of his little, trashy maintenance bot, demanding something from him, before returning to the two, who had been attempting to reel back and process the situation through their little chips at the backs of their heads. Alexander did not allow them this, not yet.
"Take this!" he roughly shoved into her chest, before lowering his tone to something soft, and gentle. "I don't want to hear that sickening vow to Humanity ever again from your kind, until every one of your stupid YoRHa members view these videos! Until they remember the names!
"Adam, Aaron, Abraham, Antonio, Arthur, Ako, Akira, Anthony, Andrew, Babita, Babu, Bacchus, Baddan, Badr, Baen, Baham, Bahira, Bailey, Casey, Cade, Cadby, Cadee, Cadence, Caden, Christopher, Christian, Christina, Caileigh, Caine, Darcy, Dacia, Dael, Davin, David, Degan, Dale, Darren, Eriko, Erika, Edward, Eamon, Earl, Eagan, Erwin, Evan, Ebony-"
This went on for some time, and 2B and 9S could only sit back and listen as he continued, slowly breaking into sobs, choking on his own words, coughing when phlegm built too high in his throat, and his mouth was parched.
They felt a raging storm of emotions within them, many incomprehensible hyponyms of sadness for his turmoil, rage for its cause, and self-loathing mixed with a tint of self-disappointment in actions they did not know they had partook in.
For they had never heard the cries of a broken man.
End Future Content 1
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