- Chat Log 1-1:
- Terminal 1 has failed to establish connection. Responder 99 is inactive in this timeline.
T 1: sonny
T 1: sonnyyyyyyyy
T 1: dude u there?
Responder 99 now active.
T 1: hello? sonny? r you there? i just got a strange error message and it wouldn't let me send anything for a sec
T 1: i cant access ur cam drone either :\
R 99: Boop.
R 99: The screen works.
R 99: Someone must have been typing on it.
T 1: yeah u were
T 1: dipshit
R 99: Who is this?
R 99: How are you sending messages to this thing? Are you nearby?
T 1: its meeeee
T 1: sue
R 99: ...Alright. You seem to know me somehow, but that's impossible. I've never held a device like this, or talked to a person named "Sue". I've also never spoken to a person who can read and write, which you seem capable of.
R 99: Well...moderately capable of.
T 1: fuck u just because i don't use fancy words doesn't mean im dumb
R 99: I don't mean to antagonize you, but you seem to have a loose handle on this situation, and you're not helping me understand it at all. This device has no wired connection. How are you messaging it, Sue?
T 1: holy crap
T 1: is this the first time ive ever talked to you for you?
R 99: Not entirely sure you're phrasing that right, but it is the first time I've ever even picked something like this tablet up. I just found.
T 1: have you talked to anyone named doctor itoh?
AR 99: No.
T 1: holy shit
T 1: for you, i'm the first person to ever talk to you
T 1: wow
R 99: Is this a bad thing?
T 1: stay there, and do NOT put down the autoresponder
T 1: ok? keep that in your hand or your pocket or something
T 1: ill go get my dad
R 99: Alright.
T 1: and it's nice to meet you :)
R 99: Why do you keep saying Sonny?
The sound of a coffee machine peculating and bubbling was the only sound, save for fingers flying across keys. Alone in the well lit, perfect square of a room, a hunched over frame in a lab coat stared at the black screen.
Any other day, it would be bright with moving, sometimes glitching visions as it hovered over a young gypsy's shoulder. Right now, it was black. The device was displaying what the camera it was linked to could see. The girl staring at the screen shed the labcoat, which was ten sizes too big for her tiny frame. She clutched at her dark hair, and mashed her hands against her brown skin, unable to believe what had just happened.
She had made Sonny's first contact with her family. From her perspective, she had spoken to him many times, to the point where he should have recognized her childish way of typing.
Sue gently wiped her nose, and stood up from the dented metal desk, and began powerwalking towards the door. She yanked it open, and started into the hall. Her walk sped as she raced down the earth toned, winding hallway, her small legs pumping out more speed with each step.
"DaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD" She shrieked as she approached her father's lab. "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD I MADE FIRST CONTACT!!! I MADE FIRST CONTACT WITH SONNY!!!"
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In another place and time, a young man crouched, holding a small square of glass and metal. Careful not to break it, he ran his thumb across the glassy surface. It glowed, despite being mostly black. The parts that weren't black were covered in bold, white text containing his nonsensical argument with "Sue".
The patter of softly flowing water over rusted metal kept him fairly company. The garbage dump, a rusted place of broken things, seemed like a good place to search for something of value. After ten hours of searching, he had found only this.
Hm. Out of sheer curiosity, he ran his tongue over the glassy surface to see if it was edible. His tongue touched the charging port, and to his surprise, a bolt of blue light shot towards his teeth, arching onto the soft surface of his tongue. ZZZT! Like a ruler wielding teacher, the inanimate Responder Device scolded the young man for his recklessness.
Shocked, he fell onto his butt and seethed for a moment, angry and embarrassed. Unable to cry out in pain and annoyance, he silently nursed his now numb tongue with one hand, staring at the screen.
Sue told me to stuff it in my pocket. The traveler eyeballed the device, holding it in his palm and standing up straight. With a quick motion, he stuffed it into his pocket, stood up, and started to move on, his boots crunching a tin can.
Thankfully, starting early in the morning meant that no matter how much time the Gypsy pissed away looking through old machinery, he still had the light on his side. It was barely approaching the afternoon, the blue sun hanging high in the sky, making its steady climb towards the top of the blue, lightly clouded dome. In a few moments, the Gypsy had totally forgotten about the Responder in his pocket, as he walked to the edge of, and out of the metallic dump.
He had no place to go, and didn't recognize any of his surroundings. Nowhere on earth was home to him as he made his slow march in any direction he chose for the day. There were few paths to follow, and there was absolutely no purpose, or constant that kept him going. He simply couldn't find a suitable place to call "home". Settlements of other humans tended to be harsh, standoffish, and xenophobic, and without the ability to ask or respond or retort, being run out of town was a fairly rapid process.
Being a mute, suspicious looking loner sucked.
As the Gypsy walked along, kicking a rock, he came to a wide, gravel hillside. With a hop, he jumped towards the slope and slid down, his boots grinding against the white pebbles. He reached the grass at the bottom of the hill, trotting lightly until his momentum slowed. He returned to a walk, observing all around him.
He could hear birdsong the clearest. The small, feathery critters often avoided human trash-heaps. That was rat territory. The more wholesome, tittering creatures chirped, flying from tree to tree. He inhaled, breathing in fresh air as he passed a tree, looking ahead, he noted the landscape before him.
A looming, jagged mountain was directly in his line of sight, surrounded by strange, geometric shapes and pools. That place was clearly man-made, built back in a time when humanity had stranger ideas than just survival. The traveler drew a pair of binoculars from his bag for a closer look. It was several miles from him, so he couldn't make out particulars at first.
The moment he started looking, he noticed moving, flickering purple lights, and dark windows. He put down his binoculars immediately. He didn't want to know.
A massive, long island drifted over it, hung there by long dead science. It may as well be magic. Even without his binoculars, he could make out stronger purple light coming from the floating, grassy structure.
The Gypsy shuddered at the thought of going anywhere near that place, and started looking around for some other direction to walk in. Floating islands and old, massive buildings were often bad news.
Before he could find another path to travel, the Responder started screaming bloody murder. It beeped over and over in the Gypsy's pocket, until he took it out and looked at it, reading the messages he'd missed.
It was going to be a pretty long day.
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