Futuristic Seeding the universe

[Dusky]

For a moment, it seems as if the AI won't respond. Then the small light in the corner of the device glows blue, signifying that its conscience has traveled there.


"It's in the reports, you know - the first team has gone missing." Seemingly of its own accord, the AP pulls up the relevant document. "This is a rescue mission. I don't doubt they'll do some research on their own time, though. Shame you're missing out, I imagine the smell is... well, judging by the levels of sulfur my scanners are picking up in the air around you..."

 

[king5ter]

Miles stared at his AP in confusion. A rescue mission? No, no, this couldn't be...


A rescue mission.


"Look, you don't understand." He said to the AI, his voice suddenly laced with panic. "The only one of them with combat experience is Benny, and she spent most of her time in the police force doing paperwork. If they run into anything out there, which, judging by the nature of the mission, they almost definitely will, then they're screwed! You have to send me down after them. They're not safe. If a team already went missing, sending a team of scientists and one cop down is going to make things worse. Please, you have to let me go down." For someone who had just a minute ago seemed calm, Miles was on the verge of tears, pleading with the AI. His experience in the military had made him lose those closest to him, and even though he wasn't that close to anyone here, he couldn't bear to watch them all die.


"Please." He begged. "You have to let me go."

 

[Dusky]

A disturbingly human sigh. "I have done analysis on what data I have, and my programming won't let me send down anyone I don't project can handle it. But, since you said please... Go on, get your suit on and get in a pod. Read through the report on the way down. I'll get a bot to finish this up. I'll send them a ping on their AP's to wait a moment, too, and up the speed on your pod..."

 

[king5ter]

"Thank you." Miles whispered as he left, and he really was grateful. As he rushed to the pods, he realized he'd need something to defend everyone if they ran into trouble, so he stopped by the armory and grabbed a rifle and a pistol. With that he carried on and was at the escape pods in a matter of minutes. He pulled on a suit and hopped into a pod, and as the door slid shut, he realized that he may have just saved the lives of everyone sent down there.


He didn't even know why. It wasn't like he cared that much about them. He wasn't close to them. They couldn't be called his 'friends'. And yet here he was, saving their lives. Perhaps it was the things he had seen. He had witnessed far too much death for one lifetime, and he didn't need more. But he felt like there was something more to it, something he wasn't quite sure of, but for now he pushed the thought aside as he descended towards the planet.

 

[Dusky]

- MEANWHILE -
"Um... hello? Ship? Um... did something go wrong?" Jason asked, rubbing his head in confusion. For some reason his pod hadn't landed or even launched it seemed. He'd felt it shift as the release procedure was completed, but it hadn't moved since then. He was actually becoming worried at this point.


"Ship? Hello? Anyone? Or thing? Is something wrong?" Jason called. He grumbled a moment before searching for some sort of protocol or override, something, in his ARC.

The light at the corner of the ARC lights up.


"Calm your tits. I'm working on it... Your pod was calibrated incorrectly, seems, to launch a fair bit later than the others... Thing is, that completely confused the system, so none of the other pods are launch-able right now, either. I'll smooth things over, as my superior technology is good enough to fix itself," and as the AI speaks, you feel the clamps initiate again, securing the pod into place, "but until then, you're stuck here on the ship... And I've got some kitchen duty needs doing."


The smug tone of voice is uncanny as the door from the pod back into the ship opens. "Food Prep A in fifteen, or... zappy~."

 

[Atom]

The light at the corner of the ARC lights up.
"Calm your tits. I'm working on it... Your pod was calibrated incorrectly, seems, to launch a fair bit later than the others... Thing is, that completely confused the system, so none of the other pods are launch-able right now, either. I'll smooth things over, as my superior technology is good enough to fix itself," and as the AI speaks, you feel the clamps initiate again, securing the pod into place, "but until then, you're stuck here on the ship... And I've got some kitchen duty needs doing."


The smug tone of voice is uncanny as the door from the pod back into the ship opens. "Food Prep A in fifteen, or... zappy~."

Jason sighed, "Fuck, kitchen duty..." he grumbled, clambering out of the pod. He grumbled again as he went back to his room and removed his equipment, getting back into his normal clothes rather than the skin right suit beneath the EVA suit. And by that time he had about a minute left.


"Oh shit!" He exclaimed, realizing his time and taking off for a run to the food prep area.


"I made it!" He shouted, arriving in food prep B rather than A with a smug grin. "No zappy today ship! Hah!" He taunted, completely unaware of his mistake. And by now his time was up.

 

[Dusky]

A disturbingly human cackle resounds through Food Prep B, echoing loudly. "I said Food Prep A, you know."


A pause, just so he knows it's coming, and then -


Pain. Tingly, all-over pain. Oh, only about as much as stubbing your toe, hardly torture, but pain nonetheless. Aliens have no concept of "cruel and unusual punishment."

 

[Atom]

"Ow dammit!" Jason shouts, jumping into the air he quickly rushed from the room, sliding around the corner and jumping into room A.


"Dammit you enjoyed that didn't you?" Jason grumbled, rubbing his arms and shoulders. Jason really didn't like the ship right now, it was way too human like and seemed to enjoy zapping him, even if it didn't hurt that bad.


"Alright what am I doing in here?" Jason grumbled, looking around the room and taking in everything in it.

 

[Dusky]

There's a robot in the room, washing artificial - but just as stinky - fecal matter off of organic produce (vegetables). Next to it is an enormous crate. It looks up to Jason as he enters. "Oh, good, you're here. I need you to finish washing these, for starters. Miles couldn't find any gloves... I don't know if you'll have better luck. It walks past him, pats him on the shoulder (with it's rather-dirty mechanical fingers), and goes out the door, saying, "Enjoy the smell! Don't make me zap you again."

 

[Atom]

"You want me to take your place... OH YOU LAZY HUNK OF METAL!" Jason shouts in agitation, damned machine. With a groan, "wait a minute... you know where gloves are don't you!" Jason accused. He grumbled as he began to search the room. None to be found it seemed so he'd have to hope the ship admitted to knowing.

 

[Dusky]

The blue lights lining the walls of the room flash brighter in a ripple effect, giving the impression of laughter or dancing. "My programming requires me to tell you they're in the far right cabinet, alas," says a voice, sounding as though it comes from everywhere in the room.

 

[Atom]

Jason grinned and went to the cabinet, collecting the gloves and putting them on. He then turned towards the daunting task ahead of him. With a slow stride he made his way over and began cleaning... fertilizer... from the plants. "You uhh... you have any nose clips?" He asked after a moment of suffering the horrid disgusting smell coming from the fertilizer water mix as he cleaned.

 

[Dusky]

"Impetus insufficient to divulge such information."


@Atom