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9 yrs ago
Current 乇乂ㄒ尺卂 ㄒ卄丨匚匚
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10 yrs ago
A sentence you wasted 5 seconds to read.
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10 yrs ago
Who came up with the idea to make our statuses quotes from philosophers, anyway?
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11 yrs ago
We could be doing something productive with our lives... instead, we're here.
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11 yrs ago
A random quote from some philosopher that we'll forget in a few moments.
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Press left the room and noticed that it hadn't been very long since he entered his room, judging by how the fallen boy was still there, along with others. He had heard the girl mentioning something about helping the guy, which was great, but she also seemed to have done something to the mechanical device on his back. Fearing the worst, he unlocked his storage cube and took out a stun gun and some tools. Re-locking it, he went over cautiously to the group to see if there was something he could do to help.
Now that Press had located his room, he got to work making it a bit more personal. He unlocked his storage cube and opened the menu. Everything he brought with him was inside that cube. He took 2 stands, one for his armor and one for his automation Horus. He had Horus walk onto his stand, then set him to keep watch. Then he removed his armor and set each piece onto its location on his stand.

When he was done, he reloaded his rocket launcher gauntlet, then looked around for the armor stand electrical plug, since the stand itself doubled as a charger. He found it, plugged it into a nearby power socket, and did the same for Horus' stand.

Now he looked inside his cube to see what he could use to deter people from entering his room without permission. He located a laser turret and figured it would do. It only had a single shot setting, but at least it needed no bullets. He set it to stun, plugged it in, turned it on, and linked it to Horus. Now anything that Horus didn't recognize as trusted would be shot. Satisfied, he grabbed his key for his room, and proceeded to leave his room and lock the door.
Press, startled, turned around to see someone drop next to him. Calming himself, he said, "Hi Kyle. Listen, I'd love to chat another time, but right now, we should probably get this guy here to an infirmary or something," gesturing to the one on the ground. "And by 'we', I mean 'you', so go help him, bye," Press said quickly, then ran off, quickly locating his room and going inside, locking the door. He never did like human interactions, and would prefer to stay away from them.
I swear, almost everyone is going out of their way to interact with the freakin' dog. I don't see anyone even noticing Horus, and he isn't exactly inconspicuous. Oh well, almost everyone is in the kitchen, and Horus was in the living room, so I guess it makes sense.
As Press started to walk around, he wondered where Horus was. He opened a virtual keyboard on his screen and typed in a short command. Immediately Horus spread his wings and flew toward Press, past the piano, through the hall, and straight to Press. Press raised an arm, and Horus landed on his wrist, then walked up to his shoulder.

Smiling, he went into the hall to see someone on the ground, as well as someone behind the fallen person. Smile fading, he walked toward them, forgetting that he was wearing his armor, so his face was covered by his visored helmet. "Is he gonna be all right?" he asked as he examined the fallen person. He could tell there was something mechanical on the person's back, but not much else.
(Well, guess no one wants to go to the training room but me.)

Satisfied that his filters were working as intended, Press switched his screen back to normal. He glanced at his battery indicators and noticed that some were quite low. He only had the ones that were low showing up, of course, but the suit would still need a charge. He decided to turn everything off except the essentials, since they'd only waste battery power if kept on, and left the room in search of his private quarters.
Press donned his armor and gave it yet another test, like all the others he did at home. He fired 2 rockets from his left gaunlet and had them collide into each other so as to not destroy the room he was in. A very loud explosion was created, and Press' helmet lowered the sound on his speakers and dimmed the lights on his visor screen. A noise that loud might attract attention, but Press wasn't quite thinking of that. Instead, he shot a few bolts at the lowest setting out of his right gauntlet, and smiled when the bolts appeared and fizzled out before they hit the walls. He dared not try the highest setting, mainly out of fear of damaging the room. He decided to test his jetpack, and silently flew into the air. Incredible, really, running on electricity to power a series of fans that lifted him into the air. However, when he tried to descend, the jetpack refused to do so. Press sighed, and turned off the jetpack, making him fall 5 feet and landing quite loudly onto the ground. He looked around and noticed some dust on the ground, probably from the exploding rockets. He opened his storage cube and took out a vaccum bot, which he set on the ground to clean up the mess. After that, he returned it to his cube, which he re-locked. Now he started changing filters on his visor, testing to see if they were functioning as intended.
Press followed the group into quite the room. Plenty of luxuries around, naturally, including a large couch, flat-screen tv, even an friendly AI. He got a feeling that it would get even better from here. Maybe there'd be a place where he could beta test his gadgets before using them in the field, which there probably would be. He went past the living room and moved on to what appeared to be an empty room, plus an observatory deck with glass, probably plexiglass. This would be perfect. He unlocked his storage cube and brought up the menu. He attempted to bring out his armor, and felt a pain on his head when the armor appeared above him and landed on his head. Press swore and pushed it off him, while realizing that there'd be another bug to fix on his cube. He brought up an armor stand and set his armor on it, then got to work trying to work out bugs and glitches in it.
Meanwhile, Horus had flown off his shoulder when the armor landed on Press and flew back into the living room. It landed on a table in the corner, surveying the room.
Press noticed how their appearances changed when they removed their helmets. He had been trying to get something like that working, but only got limited success. He was so deep into thought that he missed most of the talk and barely heard the "no training" part.
Press was in thought about how he could fix the odd glitch in his helmet visor screen when he heard someone say something. He returned from his thoughts to see someone making a salute. Press thought it'd be wise to match it, and did as much. The one who just walked in definitely had the air of command, and it'd be unwise to not do the same, especially since others were doing the same.
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