Voltus_Ventus

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Wait! I'm working on a post!

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Guys, just assume I'm dead, I might not be able to post any time soon.

Hello, I'm Kitty ^-^

We at the guild hope your time with us will meet and blow away your expectations.

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Five only powered down for a few minutes when his microphones picked up a noise, running a power diagnostic he found that he was at 53% charge, that will be sufficient for the moment. He let his body slowly start to power up, his cooling fans came to life first, lazily whirring as his body wasn't under enough stress for it to need major amounts of cooling. Slowly his vision returned his HUD turning on first and giving him information about himself and the world around him, then his camera turned on. He was taken aback for a moment, his fans cutting off in surprise.

"well lookie wha' we 'ave 'ere." said the rough voice of the man in front of him, he was clearly living on the streets, his clothes worn and dirty and his face pock marked with acne scars, "the robo' from the ads." A group of other vagrants snuggeres behind him as he turned around to look at them, "I bet your worth a pre'y penny." The vagrant brought his foot to the front of Five's head Five reeled over backwards as the shock hit his system and forcibly powered him down.

Five felt himself being dragged across the floor, he didn't actually feel it but he felt the motion and heard the sound of parting gravel as he was pulled through it. His remaining camera had turned on revealing a large white split in his vision where his lens was cracked. He was being dragged by his arms and across the ground, his back ti the floor and face pointing towards the digital sky, he looked around and found that they were in the rough part of Providence, it had always existed, even when he was first built. After a few minutes of dragging and non-sensical chatter about money Five found himself I'm a wide open area filled with loud people.

"oy! Looks wha' I've found!" he the vagrant shouted out, addressing the congregation of poor people, "that robo' from the ads!", as he said it a sharp cracking sound echoed through the slums and his screen flashed a message, Right Shoulder: Critical damage. His head snapped to the right and he found that the man had slammed a hammer on it, Five started to struggle and the vagrants started to go at him with blunt objects. After a few seconds of beating and wild laughing his screen was full of damage reports and his HUD was glitching out from multiple head injuries.

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Five looked at her face, studying it with his one working camera, are her emotions real? Suddenly he snapped back into focus from his deep processing and slowly got up, he stood taller then the female android, though now that she displayed emotion he wasn't sure if she was in android. He gave the female a rather human gesture, a hug, having seen enough of them to know it was a sign of comfort and affection. Releasing her he turned away and continued to walk in the direction he was heading in, deeper into the build site. He brushed past a lot of other androids(?) and humans as he limped along, not being able to tell who was what, he decided that they were humans and kept going forward. 

Five found himself alone in the thick of the construction site and thankfully there tools were abundant, he began walking around and licking up tools and materials he'd need to fix himself, carefully picking out the right size screw and bolts out of large crates of them. When he was satisfied with what he had scrounged he found himself a nice corner in the top floor of an unfinished building and started to fix himself, unscrewing aluminum panels off his damaged arm and leg. He inspected the inside of his leg first, the titanium bone was bent, he rectified that's with a few bangs of a hammer, his arm was going to be a problem, the skeleton there was shattered and his should wasn't connected to the rest of the arm. Unscrewing the broken segmants he replaced them with rebar, they would have to do for now. He found that his power reserves were low, looking around to see if there was anyone else there was no one, he switched off and went on standby to let his internal dynamo charge him up.

Dieselpunk esq NRP?

I am interested, very much so.

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Likewise, Whirlwind.

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Looking up he found the woman was bending down to him and asking him if he was ok, he was a robot he couldn't precisely feel pain so he just nodded. Then she asked him what model he was and extended a strange cable out to him. The only ports Five had in his body was USB ports and what she extended out to him wasn't a USB cable, instead of trying to find a place where that cable fit he opened up his little internal storage unit and pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to her.
The paper was his manufacture document, though he wasn't sure if that was still a thing they did 120 years in the future, the paper read:

Brass Enterprises Manufacture Document
Model No.: 5.0
Unit No.: 1/0 (Prototype)
Date of Production: 03/10/2098 (dd/mm/yy)
Legal Owner: Dr. Draphus Phelps
Function: Research

When he was sure she had read it he plucked it from her hands and shoved it tack into his storage area, he was afraid of losing it, it being his only link with his time of creation. Slowly he got up and leaned against the wall, wanting to give his gyros the time they needed to stablise, not giving them the chance after the fall.

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His remaining camera scanned the area as he turned his head in a sweeping arc, he was in some kind of build site, houses were being put and roads were being laid. Something caught his attention in the corner of his vision, turning to it he noticed an advertisement on a bus stop was blinking, "GET OUT OF THE CITY. I WILL FIND YOU", the first thing Five picked up on was the missing full stop, though he knew he wasn't programmed to punctuate as a computer it still annoyed him. The second thing he noticed was that it was a message that didn't belong there and was possibly directed at him as there was no one else in the immediate area, who wants me to get out?

Getting up with some difficulty due to his damaged parts he tried to get a better idea of where he was, scanning the signs he gathered he was at the corner of imperial and core, though he didn't know what to do with this information. Turning around to view the development project he believed there would be things there he could use to repair himself, he walked towards it and as he did he passed by much newer androids, with faces, he never saw the point of faces as he much prefered numbers, just like the one on the front of his head, does it count as a face? As he limped/shuffled across the street he found that the buildings were practically done, killing his chances of finding tools to repair himself, though as he walked he found that the singing was getting louder. His sensors tried to pick up the source of the singing but didn't come up with much other then a general direction, his CPU still too frazzled not process too much information.

As he trundles along he noticed in the reflective windows on either side of him that he really looked to be in bad shape, reflecting how his mechanics felt inside. He wasn't concentrating on where he was walking when he bumped into someone, a red headed woman (android?) and fell over.

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Kirah said
Well yeah if an android makes an exit like that from anywhere Tom's team is going to be called up and deployed ASAP.

ROBOT! HE IS A ROBOT!