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lostnetwork2012-09-06 10:18 pm
biiowiired) wrote in lostnetwork2012-09-06 10:18 pm
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00110000 || text + action?
[Full, unadulterated consciousness -- something he hasn't had for many solar sweeps -- was a rude awakening. When the navigation code's electronic lullabys were replaced by the pain of severed biowires, he screamed.
[He tried to. But his ill-used voice was only a grating sound and hacking coughs. Computer systems aren't supposed to scream, but this is a resurfacing of simple, protein-based primal instincts. Speaking of protein, there goes his liquid lunch. It's tinted with the dull gold color of his blood. He chokes on the taste of his panic.
[Unable to lift his atrophied limbs, he tries moving his body with his psionics. But the pain of biowires trailing exposed nerves makes him scream in silence again. He writhes on the table, throwing red and blue light every which way. Instruments fly, appliances are destroyed, and windows shatter.
[As he wrecks the room, the mirror activates and begins playing its welcome message. He's not calm enough to listen, but he knows a communications device when he sees it. He quickly hijacks the easy-to-use interface. He can't move his hands, but psionically typing on the touchscreen is second-nature. So is hacking.
[He activates all mirrors and any other technological communications devices within the city. Without leave, his text dashes across the screens.]
Helmsman System to Battleship Condescension
Helmsman System to Battleship Condescension
HELMSMAN SYSTEM HAS BEEN COMPROMISED
Connection status: No direct connection available
Coordinates: UNKNOWN
Planet: UNKNOWN
Star system: UNKNOWN
No hostiles detected as of this message.
Requesting assistance from any and all intelligent life-forms.
Property of Her Imperious Condescension must be returned immediately, or face severe consequences.
Error: Cannot establish connection with Battleship Condescension
Will retry ii
Error: 01010111 01100001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100110 01110101 01100011 01101011 00100000 01110101 01110000 00101110
Error: Ψ 01101001 01101001 01101111 01101110 01101001 01100011
Oh 2hiit
Oh 2hiit 2hiit iit hurt2 FUCK
Where am ii
Plea2e help me
Wiire2 2tiickiing out everywhere
IIt hurt2!!
Where the fuck am ii??
Where2 the 2hiip??
Where ii2 2HE?!?!
Oh 2hiit 2he2 goiing two cull u2 all!!
IIt2 all my fault!! Get out whiile you stiill can!!
01010010 01110101 01101110 00100000 01110010 01110101 01101110 00100000 01001110 01001111 01010111 00100001 00100001
Help me 2iignle22
01010011 01001001 01000111 01001110 01001100 01000101 01010011 01010011
01000001 01001110 01001111 01010100 01001000 01000101 01010010 00100000 01010011 01001001 01000111 01001110 01001100 01000101 01010011 01010011 00100000 01010111 01001111 01010101 01001100 01000100 00100000 01000011 01001111 01001101 01000101 00101100 00100000 01001000 01000101 01010010 01000001 01001100 01000100 01001001 01001110 01000111 00100000 01010100 01001000 01000101 00100000 01000101 01001110 01000100 00100000 01010100 01001001 01001101 01000101 01010011 00101110
WARNING: Bad code
Unable to handle paging request at
fan-proverbial(21117): 2hiit
local_optic_count[2] optics_running[0]
STATE: corrupt data
Error: Cannot restart system
Manual reboot required
WARNING: Please connect to a proper energy probe, or insert helmsman liquid nutrition formula.
[He's the kind of helmsman that isn't supposed to be removed. His mind and body shut down from the pain, and he falls into the first true sleep he's had in a long time.]
[He tried to. But his ill-used voice was only a grating sound and hacking coughs. Computer systems aren't supposed to scream, but this is a resurfacing of simple, protein-based primal instincts. Speaking of protein, there goes his liquid lunch. It's tinted with the dull gold color of his blood. He chokes on the taste of his panic.
[Unable to lift his atrophied limbs, he tries moving his body with his psionics. But the pain of biowires trailing exposed nerves makes him scream in silence again. He writhes on the table, throwing red and blue light every which way. Instruments fly, appliances are destroyed, and windows shatter.
[As he wrecks the room, the mirror activates and begins playing its welcome message. He's not calm enough to listen, but he knows a communications device when he sees it. He quickly hijacks the easy-to-use interface. He can't move his hands, but psionically typing on the touchscreen is second-nature. So is hacking.
[He activates all mirrors and any other technological communications devices within the city. Without leave, his text dashes across the screens.]
Helmsman System to Battleship Condescension
Helmsman System to Battleship Condescension
HELMSMAN SYSTEM HAS BEEN COMPROMISED
Connection status: No direct connection available
Coordinates: UNKNOWN
Planet: UNKNOWN
Star system: UNKNOWN
No hostiles detected as of this message.
Requesting assistance from any and all intelligent life-forms.
Property of Her Imperious Condescension must be returned immediately, or face severe consequences.
Error: Cannot establish connection with Battleship Condescension
Will retry ii
Error: 01010111 01100001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100110 01110101 01100011 01101011 00100000 01110101 01110000 00101110
Error: Ψ 01101001 01101001 01101111 01101110 01101001 01100011
Oh 2hiit
Oh 2hiit 2hiit iit hurt2 FUCK
Where am ii
Plea2e help me
Wiire2 2tiickiing out everywhere
IIt hurt2!!
Where the fuck am ii??
Where2 the 2hiip??
Where ii2 2HE?!?!
Oh 2hiit 2he2 goiing two cull u2 all!!
IIt2 all my fault!! Get out whiile you stiill can!!
01010010 01110101 01101110 00100000 01110010 01110101 01101110 00100000 01001110 01001111 01010111 00100001 00100001
Help me 2iignle22
01010011 01001001 01000111 01001110 01001100 01000101 01010011 01010011
01000001 01001110 01001111 01010100 01001000 01000101 01010010 00100000 01010011 01001001 01000111 01001110 01001100 01000101 01010011 01010011 00100000 01010111 01001111 01010101 01001100 01000100 00100000 01000011 01001111 01001101 01000101 00101100 00100000 01001000 01000101 01010010 01000001 01001100 01000100 01001001 01001110 01000111 00100000 01010100 01001000 01000101 00100000 01000101 01001110 01000100 00100000 01010100 01001001 01001101 01000101 01010011 00101110
WARNING: Bad code
Unable to handle paging request at
fan-proverbial(21117): 2hiit
local_optic_count[2] optics_running[0]
STATE: corrupt data
Error: Cannot restart system
Manual reboot required
WARNING: Please connect to a proper energy probe, or insert helmsman liquid nutrition formula.
[He's the kind of helmsman that isn't supposed to be removed. His mind and body shut down from the pain, and he falls into the first true sleep he's had in a long time.]
no subject
Hey, even human Jegus said bad words.Psii's fading fast. His eyes already shut, the only movement is the slight twitching of his head, and maybe two wires.But the spark of psionics gently brushes over his mirror on the floor. If there's one thing he took from his time on the ship, it's sending messages even while in a dire state. If Summoner took the time to browse the network, he'd get a real kick out of some of them. They're riddled with "errors."
His hoarse whisper is like a prayer.]
Thignleth....
[And the Ψiioniic follows the Helmsman into unconsciousness.]
no subject
Ideals on spoken word aside, Summoner couldn't help but choke up on hearing Psiioniics final words uttered before he slipped away. Panic suddenly wiping over him the moment the power died down completely. Crawling over to the limp body with quickened pace.]
Oh shit.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
[He got just close enough as to nervously reach out and just tap him gently.]
H-hey man. You ain't dead are you?
[Crap. Did he have to start feeling out his vitals? He didn't have to preform CPR did he?]
no subject
His breath whistles past the tears and vomit staining his face, but yes, he is breathing. Shallow at first, then slow and even. However, he won't be answering anyone anytime soon.]
Aaand I'm guessin' this is end~
[He had been relieved to feel a breath, though wavering. And he knew then and there that if there wasn't help coming yet then that was exactly what this guy needed.]
...Hold on man. I'm gonna get you someone to fix you up. You hang in tight all right? It won't take more then a few minutes.
[Thank the fucking mothergrub that they were pretty much near a hospital. He stood up, running towards the window. Now able to open it up with the lack of psionics shooting everywhere, he fit himself through and jumped out. Flying at full speeds to go and get someone, anyone, with medical expertise.]