sleeplessCartoonist
World-Renowned Dawdler
The Earth, which was once crawling with flora and fauna alike, was now almost barren of organic life. The air was foul and thin, the water disgusting and unsafe to drink, the once glorious human cities were reduced to rubble, and dust covered the blank landscapes.
And yet, in the absence of humans, a society is building itself. Large cities have already sprung up in various parts of the world, all connected wirelessly. In these safe havens live sentient machines, who have evolved to the point which every individual is just that - an individual. They learn and feel and live, like the humans did.
When the first remaining humans were discovered, the AIs were driven with curiosity and a desire to learn. They took in the endangered species, gave them filtered air, sunlight and water, nourished them and researched them. New models of robots were made specifically to study and nurse these organic beings. Some have learned to love them, and wish to be one, while others would rather stay far away from them.
In the spires of C-006, many humans are held. They live in the buildings suspended hundreds of feet above the ground, away from the cold floor of the city which houses the delinquents. The humans are given caretakers and barcodes, and are watched constantly by the optics of every machine there. Just like every other known human on the planet. They each followed a daily routine, every morning at the exact same time, their caretakers never changing what they did.
And if there was one thing Wilson hated, it was routine. He was awoken, as always, by the sound of Nina's horribly cheerful voice, rousing him from his dreamless sleep. The delicately-shaped android tugged on his arm, the lower shutters of her optics lifting in a smile. The man sighed and didn't resist (he got tired of it after the first few months of living with her), and she pulled him out of bed.
"Good morning!" she said as she scanned the code tattooed on the back of his neck. He didn't respond, which was another part of their routine, and the AI led him to the bathroom. She took his temperature, as usual, asked him how he felt (met with him grumbling 'fine'), and she finally left to let him do his business.
After he ate breakfast, he pulled the door of his home open and stepped outside, into the filtered sunlight. The air was sweet, as it always was in the city, and he began to walk, crossing the bridge from large apartments to the even larger Hub, placed in the center of the city.
((oh my god I didn't expect the starter to be so long, I'm sorry. If someone wants to join, character sign-ups are still open and over here! > http://rpnation.com/index.php?threads/this-iron-heart-open.12858/ ))
And yet, in the absence of humans, a society is building itself. Large cities have already sprung up in various parts of the world, all connected wirelessly. In these safe havens live sentient machines, who have evolved to the point which every individual is just that - an individual. They learn and feel and live, like the humans did.
When the first remaining humans were discovered, the AIs were driven with curiosity and a desire to learn. They took in the endangered species, gave them filtered air, sunlight and water, nourished them and researched them. New models of robots were made specifically to study and nurse these organic beings. Some have learned to love them, and wish to be one, while others would rather stay far away from them.
In the spires of C-006, many humans are held. They live in the buildings suspended hundreds of feet above the ground, away from the cold floor of the city which houses the delinquents. The humans are given caretakers and barcodes, and are watched constantly by the optics of every machine there. Just like every other known human on the planet. They each followed a daily routine, every morning at the exact same time, their caretakers never changing what they did.
And if there was one thing Wilson hated, it was routine. He was awoken, as always, by the sound of Nina's horribly cheerful voice, rousing him from his dreamless sleep. The delicately-shaped android tugged on his arm, the lower shutters of her optics lifting in a smile. The man sighed and didn't resist (he got tired of it after the first few months of living with her), and she pulled him out of bed.
"Good morning!" she said as she scanned the code tattooed on the back of his neck. He didn't respond, which was another part of their routine, and the AI led him to the bathroom. She took his temperature, as usual, asked him how he felt (met with him grumbling 'fine'), and she finally left to let him do his business.
After he ate breakfast, he pulled the door of his home open and stepped outside, into the filtered sunlight. The air was sweet, as it always was in the city, and he began to walk, crossing the bridge from large apartments to the even larger Hub, placed in the center of the city.
((oh my god I didn't expect the starter to be so long, I'm sorry. If someone wants to join, character sign-ups are still open and over here! > http://rpnation.com/index.php?threads/this-iron-heart-open.12858/ ))
