eat shit and die

Scan available functions
Do my eyes light up?
Do I have alternate modes of perceiving the world around me?

Is there enough space to do the robot?

>>19997122
>Scan available functions
You discover that you are capable of basic mobility, and logical thought processes, but that is about all. You also discover you are a failed prototype. Nobody else can think like you.

>Do my eyes light up? Do I have alternate modes of perceiving the world around me?

You look around yourself to find that, alas, both of these are answered with a no.

But you find a number of programs. You cursorily scan the data shown on the outside. They seem to be specializations. You seem to be an adaptive robot, capable of completely changing to suit the current situation.

>There are 4 optimizations available within these programs<
>Guardian: ++Defense, +Offense, --Speed, -Intellect
>Berserker: ++Offense, +Speed, --Intellect, -Defense
>Commander: ++Intellect, +Defense, --Offense, -Speed
>Assassin: ++Speed, +Intellect, --Defense, -Offense

>>19997210
Commander

>>19997210
My bad, choose one of these. Consensus in 10 minutes decides.

>>19997210
Switch to the Berserker profile and attempt to force our way out of the space we're in.

>>19997236
Wait, is the specialization permanent?

>>19997247
Yes, but there will be opportunities to change/modify at later points.

>>19997256
Then I change my vote from Berserker to Commander.

>>19997210
My vote is for Guardian

>Assassin
make +Mualim bot proud

One last matter to take care of.

Quest name.

I havent thought about it at all.

>>19997312
and by that i mean any suggestions?

>>19997319
robot in a coffin quest

>>19997319
Give it a bit. We have yet to actually do anything.

>>19997350
true, my bad.

just a bit overexcited. this is my first quest thread and I haven't gotten a single sage yet.

>>19997319
Sweet Bot and Hella AI?

But seriously, try something simple, like Codename: Modular or Project Adaption.

>>19997360
Fortunately, there aren't a lot of quests running right now, so you might escape the hate.

>>19997360
glad i could help

>>19997230
>>19997265

>Choice accepted. Let us begin<
How odd, you think, for a program to speak like that.

The programming begins to take its effect, adding lines of code here and there. You feel your logical reasoning and observation skills grow in strength, and your ability to detect and prevent harm to yourself and others becomes apparent.

You suddenly notice the material of the area around you. You are in a simple wood coffin, very poorly made. Additionally, a simple pulse of sonar tells you that you aren't buried very deep.

>ACTION?

>>19997408
Punch our way out.

>>19997408
Attempt to discern if there is anyone above us. If not, break through the coffin lid and dig upwards.

>>19997408
Also, scan memory banks to see if there is any data that will tell us about our past.

rolled 15, 7, 9, 4, 14, 7, 14, 2, 8, 13, 6, 10, 15, 14, 16, 4 = 158

>>19997408
Analyze the coffin's material in detail

>>19997462
Your sonar pings cannot reach far enough above you to detect if there is anyone above you.
>>19997490
>Scanning<
Memory empty, except for the recent things. Intriguing

>>19997443
You extend your hand and feel around for a crack in the wood. You grab the crack and yank, tearing off some of the wood. The dirt is packed hard enough for only a bit to fall on you. You must've been in here for a while.

>>19997567
Dig.

>>19997583
You dig.

And dig.

And dig.

You dig on an angle to prevent the dirt from collapsing inward, a spiral. The dirt is packed enough to not collapse in. After about 12 seconds of digging, your "eyes" detect light. You push the dirt away. You see a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. You pull yourself out of the tunnel.

You are in a grassy plain. There is nothing around you except for a sparse savannah tree a foot or so to your left.

You decide now is a good time to decide upon a name.

>Name? (Roll 1d100)

rolled 21 = 21

>>19997694
Archimedes.

rolled 22 = 22

>>19997694

Hyperion

or this captcha of mine: maneract microsquid

rolled 30 = 30

>>19997753
Rolling for the Maneract Microsquid

rolled 4 = 4

I vote for Zeta.

>>19997771
and by that i mean i am not casting an additional vote for it (since that wouldn't matter), I am rolling separately for him since he made two suggestions.

>>19997771
I guess being buried in the middle of nowhere has left him a little unhinged.

rolled 7 = 7

>>19997694
Cybernetic Exile

>>19997694
Dat Metal Niggah

rolled 38 = 38

>>19997816
Forgot to roll.

rolled 50 = 50

His name shall be Shroud Coppercircuit

5 minutes left

rolled 83 = 83

>>19997694

Rolling for Roger

rolled 87 = 87

Prototype Omega

rolled 6 = 6

Rolling for Radical Larry

rolled 13 = 13

Mawspire

rolled 26 = 26

>>19997895
Fuck you dice gods. Radical Larry is best name.

rolled 94 = 94

>>19997895
Agreed, prototype omega is shitty

rolled 16 = 16

>>19997828

re-rollan for Shroud Coppercircuit, cmon dice

rolled 100 = 100

>>19997694
Alex Murphy.

rolled 33 = 33

Rollan again for Maneract Microsquid

Silliness can be had.

>>19997956
Wow, fukken really? Nat Hundo on names.

voting over.

give me a scond

>>19997975
Dat nat100

You decide upon a rather normal name, or what you assume is normal. Alex Murphy.

You etch that into your memory files. From now on, you are Alex Murphy.

The decision of your name seems to unlock an encrypted file in your systems that you couldn't detect before. You notice, looking inward, that there are thousands of encrypted files inside of you, just revealed now.

A foreign connection begins to worm into your mind.

bzzzzzzzzt-click

"Ah... Alex Murphy, is it? I like that name. Very simple, but with a dash of elegance." A voice inside your head says. It is completely internal, but you can still hear it as if you were hearing a normal noise. It is the voice of an old human being, male, very deep and gravely, quite scratchy as well.

>ACTION?

>>19998044
Ask, internally, "Who are you?"

>>19998044
"Howdy there hoss, mind fillin' a bot in on this ol' mess 'ere?"
He's a cowboy now. Deal.

>>19998044
Scan for defensive capabilities.

rolled 2 = 2

>>19998044
Walk until you find civilization

Stop regulary to decrypt those files in your head

>>19998044
IDENTIFY YOURSELF OR BE VAPORIZED BEEP BOOP

Probably figure out who it is anyway.

>>19998044
Ask yourself, "Do I know you from somewhere?"

You ask the voice inside of you "Who are you?". Your voice is... completely ambiguous. You should get to fixing that soon.

"You can call me Doc. I was your creator and your executioner. I programmed you, and I locked you in your coffin. But not before downloading my brain patterns to an ultra-secure file locked away in your memory. I am most likely long dead, but I live on in your "mind", if it can be called that. I'm glad to see you awoke, Alex."

>ACTION?

>>19998149
"What is my purpose?"

Shift voice pattern toward the male end of the spectrum. Make it deeper.

>>19998149
I don't want some brain voice affecting my thought patterns

DELETE IT

Initiate self destruct sequence.

>>19998149
Ask, "May I refer to you as father?"

>>19998172
Second.

find slendy

>>19998187
You try, but you are incapable of deleting the file. It is locked by a simply ludicrous series of passwords, and you are sure the consciousness wouldn't take kindly to your attempts to bypass them.

"Don't worry," Doc says, noticing your thoughts on the matter. "I am incapable of actually effecting your in any way, physically or, well, mentally. I am simply here to lend advice to my creation. I don't want my magnum opus to fail, after all."

You believe that is reasonable. You stop attempting to delete Doc.

>>19998172
"What is my purpose?" You ask, at the same time shifting your voice closer to that of a human male, and lowering it by an octave. It sounds much better and much less ambiguous now, but still somewhat ambiguous because there is no real tone definition to it. You'll have to mimic a living being's sounds to add more personality to your voice, you suppose.

"You are nothing more than a failed experiment to create artificial thought. I made you as a failure on purpose, though, so that I could get a chance to bury you out here. In actuality, you were better than perfect, but I intentionally locked the thought system away to prevent copies of my creation being made. You have awoken 250 years later. It is April 1st, 2400. Your purpose... is simply to live."

>>19998231
"May I refer to you as father?" You ask.

"Baahahahahah! Go ahead, Alex, my boy. I don't mind at all."

>ACTION?

>>19998283
"What was the status of civilization and technology when I was put to sleep?"

Fucking kill yourself you quest-making fuckwad.

>>19998283
Do we have weapons? tools? map?

>>19998313
make me.

Scan for weapon systems.

>>19998283
Where was I created?

>>19998283
Attempt to discover what we're equipped with, besides sonar. Satellite uplink? Radar? Infrared? What is our power source? How fast can we run? Basic data.

If this information is not available in files we can access, ask the mind of our creator.

>>19998329
>>19998315
You look inside yourself to see if you have any weapon systems built in. Unfortunately, you do not, but a bit of memory unlocked by Father tells you that you can learn to use most weaponry very quickly, and become skilled with it exponentially faster than a normal human being.

>>19998307
"Nothing major," Father tells you. "No wars, but no peace either. No overwhelming poverty or richness, obesity or hunger. It was average. Nothing terrible happened, it's just we're in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere right now."

>>19998372
"A lab in Philadelphia. We are not near Philadelphia, which, by the way, is a city in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, in the country of the United States of America. In the continent of North America. On Earth."

>ACTION?

>>19998400
Stand up, start walking.
"Which direction is the nearest city, two hundred fifty years ago? Why did you choose two hundred and fifty years to put me to sleep?"

>>19998387
Your current capabilities are as follows.

>Intellect: ++
>Defense: +
>Offense: --
>Speed: -

>ABILITIES<
>(Unregistered) User lv 0-NO WEAPON REGISTERED.
>Sonar Ping lv 1-Use sonar to detect objects within a short radius of yourself.
>Audio Feedback lv 1-Create a burst of noise that stuns organics near you temporarily

>>19998425

"Which direction is the nearest city, two hundred fifty years ago? Why did you choose two hundred and fifty years to put me to sleep?" You ask as you stand up and start walking straight ahead.

"The nearest city is very far away, at least 250 years ago. I decided that 250 years was enough time for society to change enough that nobody would remember my supposed failure and, of course, it would be enough to provide an unseen environment for my creation to live in. I'd say, however, keep going in the direction you're going."

>ACTION?

>>19998509
Continue walking. Remain alert.

"Could someone have duplicated your work in 250 years?"

>>19998528
"Could someone have duplicated your work in 250 years?" You ask as you continue walking.

"Highly unlikely," Father says. "I was the lead researcher on the project. Before I committed suicide and plugged myself into you, I deleted every single scrap of information they had on the subject. Anything created now to imitate you is likely very rudimentary, and nowhere near as complete as you are."

You think you may have heard a low growling noise.

>ACTION?

>>19998509
"Was the land I was left on still American soil?"

>>19998564
Drop low. Activate sonar.

>>19998565
"Was the land I was buried in still in American soil?"

"Yes," Father replies. "You were buried in a desert in Arizona."

>>19998569
You drop low and begin to activate your sonar ping. It detects two possibly organic beings low down to your right, but the shape is fuzzy. You believe they have a feline posture and shape from the outline you are getting.

>ENERGY-95%

>ACTION?

>>19998637
Dig down.

How is our energy replenished?

>>19998637
Oh shit, we in AZ? I'm from there! Probably bobcats or cougars then. Bobcats are easy to scare off, just kick 'em or stomp around a bit and they'll fuck off. Cougars are another story entirely.

>>19998661
Your energy is used by abilities and is replenished slowly over time.

Your mind goes blank as the shapes come into focus. They don't appear to be any sort of feline that was alive 250 years ago, some newly unlocked databases tell you. They appear to be a subspecies of cougar, with a wolf-like muzzle and fangs, and exceptionally powerful looking legs. The fur is a mottled grey with a few dead-grass-yellow colored hairs distributed throughout. The two animals make a noise which could be described as a roar and a howl at the same time, which reverberates through the air and through your ear sensors.

>>19998769
>ACTION?

>>19998769
Shit. This isn't good. Prepare to set off the audio feedback, but wait to see if you can't wait for it to venture off and not notice anything.

>>19998769
Dig down. Ready feedback.

You stand as still as possible while digging a small hole with your feet. The catbeasts prowl around you like sharks encircling a prey. You don't get very far with your hole, maybe half an inch, before one of them leaps at you, fangs bared.

You release a burst of feedback and duck under the catbeast, allowing it to barrel into the other one. You begin to scan the two creatures and add them to your database.

>COUGARBEAST
>ORGANIC-PREDATORY-PACK HUNTER

>ACTION?

>>19998931
Huh. It only took us 12 seconds to dig out of the coffin. Oh well.

Focus on avoidance for now. Analyze the cougarbeasts' weak points. Fight smarter, not harder.

>>19998931
Dodge, until you find an opening to strike the beasts ears directly with a feedback. Hopefully we can rupture an eardrum.

You begin analyzing possible weak points of the cougarbeasts. The powerful legs put a lot of pressure onto the feet and ankles during chasing and leaping, and the jawbone seems to be quite loose, possibly in order to release loud howls and eat things easier.

The cougarbeasts begin to come back from their daze. You grab the upper jaw of one, put your foot on the lower jaw, and stomp quite hard. You can barely hear Father go "Oh my" in the back of your head. You don't look at the damage you've caused.

The other cougarbeast barrels into you and pins you against the ground.

>ACTION?

>>19999114
You know that currently, your feedback is only strong enough to stun very shortly, even at point blank range. Speaking of which.

>Energy-86%

>>19999115

We boxer now.
Lower jaw goes SNAP.

>>19999115
Gouge it's eyes out. Didn't come this far out of the grave to get turned to scrap already.

>>19999115
Wrap one hand around its neck and apply crushing force. Rip its jaw off with the other.

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>>19999184
>>19999157
You headbutt the cougarbeast to get some room to move, then put it into a headlock and put a firm grip on its lower jaw. You yank while kneeing the cougarbeast in the chest, resulting in a sickening snap. Both cougarbeasts have now had their lower jaws torn out of their sockets, but only seem to be getting angrier.

>Ability gained-Enemy Scan lv 1!
>Detect enemy vitals, and discover weak points faster.

>Cougarbeast #1 Vitals-67%
>Cougarbeast #2 Vitals-62% (this was the one just on you)
>ACTION?

>>19999224
Pull out their vital organs. Just reach in there - we're metal, right?

Then, turn their hides into clothing.

>>19999224
Can we beat a Cougarbeast with another Cougarbeast? That may be slightly badass.

>>19999224
Btw, what are our current surroundings?

>>19999258
Seconding this, then:

>>19999242
This.

>>19999242
>>19999258

You grab the more damaged one by the scruff and throw it into the other cougarbeast before bringing down both fists upon its head. Dazed and stunned, you grab its hind legs and spin as if you were doing a hammer throw before letting go, breaking the beast's ankles and forcing its teeth into the haunch of the other.

The cougarbeasts are tired and fatigued, but still seem aggressive. They leap at you in alternation, but you dodge easily before uppercutting one of them in the face.

>ACTION?

>>19999281
Straight savannah, quite grassy and the grass is very tall. Your fight has created a small ring of flattened grass a couple of yards wide.

>>19999317
Finish them off. Fist through braincase.

>>19999317
Stomp their heads in.

>>19999317

It seems they need to be shown who the Bossbot is.

SUPLEXAN TIME!!!

>>19999347
>>19999327
You, with a bit of effort, cave one of the cougarbeast's skull in with your fist. The other one you stomp on to crush. In the background, Father says "Oh my. How marvelous." You don't notice it, however.

>ACTION?

>>19999428
Try to separate their pelts from the rest of their bodies without too much damage.

>>19999428
Mimic their roar from our own recordings, raise our head to the sky and roar in victory.

>>19999442
Attempt to take their pelts as trophy and fangs as a way to augment your fists.

>>19999428
Wear the skull as a hat and refer to it as "god"
Roll 1d100

>>19999455
You successfully imitate the roar. You decide to add a bit of the tonal resonance to your voice, to give it a bit of a lion's edge and ferocity.
>>19999442
After about two hours of effort, you successfully separate the pelts from the body cleanly. You fashion both of them into a crude cape, with the broken heads serving as pauldrons and the mangled legs tying it around your neck snugly. You would suppose you look somewhat fierce, but you have no idea what you look like.

>ACTION?

>>19999563
Keep walking to the city

>>19999576
>Unknown robot walks in wearing bloody belts.
Dis gon b gud.

>>19999563
Take one of the long bones as a club. Then continue.

Ask Doc what he thinks of our new items.

>>19999563
Take the beasts penises and attach them to the genital region.
Then continue to the town

>>19999600
this

>>19999587
I agree. Mine as well have a weapon.

>>19999576
>>19999587
You take one of the cougarbeast's long femur bones to use as a club. It looks very thick and strong, as you would have imagined.

You ask Father "What do you think of my new gear, sir?" He replies back, "If I could see you, I would say you look very intimidating. Now let us continue on."

You, having recharged over the course of making your new outfit, have recharged fully.

>ENERGY-100%

Several hours pass as you walk. A grey shape begins to show in the distance.

(Hey guys, I might have to peace soon, so any suggestions for a name for next time and the archive?)

>ACTION?

>>19999647
Continue walking. Focus on the grey shape, see if we can discern any details as we get closer.

I suggest Prototype Quest.

>>19999697
I can dig the name.

>>19999647

Tales of Wanderlust?
This Bot is Made for Walking?
Carry on My Wayward Bot?

Yeah, I got nothing else.

Also, continue onwards to grey shape.

You continue on towards the shape, and after a couple of minutes, it starts to come further into focus. It's a town, made of scrap. A bullet whizzes by your head. You see a figure standing near the front holding a sniper rifle.

TO BE CONTINUED

Sorry for cutting it off so awkwardly, but I have to go to sleep now. Good night, /tg/.

Bump.

why would you do that

let this die man

This deserves future attention.