So is this an offshoot of the original quest or a continuation? I confused.

>>21675763
were doing a seen from a charters past like we did with Clark possible something potential traumatic.

should be fun

>>21675712
so is the 1,2... choices or the order, because that seems like a reasonable order

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>>21675712
Optical divers load, revealing little beyond a soft purple glow that is quickly compensated for.
>>Battery at 100%. Microfusion module inactive; charging on outlet power
>>All Diagnostics complete. Shell in working order.

You appear to be in a bare closet.

>>Wat DO?

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>>21675763
>>21675763
>>Check the last thread. Cindy got knocked out, and now its FLASHBACK TIME.

Rolled 6, 4, 3, 8, 9, 1 = 31

>>21675857
>>>21675825
>>>>Wat DO?
>open the door and get to work its Pancake Time !
>dex + empathy make Soul food

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>>21675820
>>Just a list of tasks. The order is what your onboard documentation recommends

>>21675899
>>21675920
Opening the door, a flood of grey light illuminates the closet. Outside is a spacious apartment slightly on the bare side; very swedish modern.

Putting together the ingredients with practiced motion, you start the flat black kitchen range and heat a pan to the proper temperature. Pancakes require the addition of chocolate chips. Otherwise, you've been told, they're not pancakes.

While one side cooks, you also prepare coffee. Finest columbian black. Still not fair trade.

Time to flip the pancakes.

>>It is now 6:09 AM

>>21676010
With a quick flip, and a check to make sure that the chocolate chips are properly soft, you confirm that task PANCAKE01 is complete. Based on the color of the cake and chemosensor analysis, you believe that they are of an optimal flavor in keeping with the preferences of the intended recipient.

>>You have crafted item: Fuck'n Awesome Pancakes.

>>Next action?

>>21676010
Make them good and tasty. Then go wake up Rachel. FOLLOW THE PLAN!

(how selfaware is Cindy at the moment? Still fresh out of the box?)

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>>21676104
Walking down the hallway, you remotely instruct the apartment's climate control to increase the light level slightly.

The 3rd door on the right opens to an even darker room, the two windows fully blocked by duct tape and posters. The only light comes from various electronic devices, including yourself, the LED readouts glowing softly in a variety of colors.

The bed is a jumbled tangle of blankets and pillows, with one pale arm hanging off the edge. Your microphone picks up soft breathing, and a hint of what you've been told is most definitely NOT a snore.

Awaken her with the scent of awesome. And if that won't work, whatever standard wake-up procedure we usually do will be fine.

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>>21676104
>>You'll find out, I guess.

>>The time is 6:10 AM

Softly, you speak in a light, feminine voice devoid of electronic burble.

"Miss Rachel? It is 6:10 AM. You need to exit the apartment complex at 7:12 AM to reach the bus before it departs."

This is met with no response.

"Rachel? It's time to get up."

A groan, and the covers shit, then nothing.

"Rachel, it takes you forever to shower, and there's a 1st-period exam today. Lateness isn't an option."

No response.

>>21676302
"PANCAKES"

>>21676302

>>21676362
A gurgle, but still no response.

You dim the upper part of one optic to convey a raised eyebrow. (A pointless action, since there's no one to see it), and browse through the media server's collection of totally-not-pirated music.
Selecting the song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrQsGeKN6qk
at low volume. At 0:45 in the track, you crank up the volume, causing the sharp lyrics to lash out into the room

WAKE UP

GRAB A BRUSH AND PUT ON A LITTLE MAKEUP

>>21676302
>the covers shit
Eww, who thought living beds were a good idea?

>>21676385
The figure in the bed twitches and jerks in surprise, levering itself up through the various blankets, surfacing to reveal puffy, confused eyes in a heart-shaped face, partially hidden behind old-fashioned bangs.

"Holy SHIT, Cindy, I'm up, I'm up. Turn down the...Chop Suey? What is it with you and oldies?"

Scrambling, the human disentangles herself from the bed, revealing a tall, gawky frame covered by a black concert t-shirt and red underthings. She pauses, sniffing the air.

"I smell pancakes. Why didn't you mention those?"

>>21676429
*Shift

>>21676465
"I did. You just gurgled in response"

>>21676465
"I did. I presume you didn't hear me as you are utterly impossible to wake in the morning, or as some would say a lazy sleepyhead.

There is also coffee."

>>21676465
"Well...I wasn't compos-mentis at the time. Or...wait, how do you say that? Whichever. Food."

After the typical trials involved in waking Rachel, she digs into the pancakes greedily, mumbling about "System? Really?" and chugging down two mugs of the coffee, along with one of OJ. Partway through, she stops and yells to you, already starting the shower and arraying the towels.

"The pancakes are EXCELLENT, as usual, by the way. 'hYou've simply houtdone hyourself.'" This last sentence is said in an H-filled braying parody of an upper-class accent.

The rising steam temporarily obscures your optic, condensing on the colder glass into droplets.

>>21676570
"I have had lots of practice Rachel. Thank you.

Hurry up, you still need to take your shower, get dressed and get ready for your day."

>>21676570
>>It is 6:19 AM
wiping away condensation, you turn to see Rachel, still chewing, coffee mug in hand, entering the bathroom.

"Sweet. Nice and warm."

with casual ease, she strips off the bedclothes and steps into the shower. A moment later, Rachel's face appears above the sliding door.

"Red Jeans, Black top, with the denim jacket. And grab my armbands too!"

>>Roll Wits+Composure to find School Ensemble #4

Rolled 5, 4, 4, 8 = 21

>>21676648
Let's do this. The fate of Rachel's fashion reputation depends on us.

Rolled 9, 7, 10, 4 = 30

>>21676648
Rollan.

Rolled 7, 10, 6, 5 = 28

4d10. If we crit this, do we rediscover clothes Rachel thought she lost?

Rolled 3, 3, 2, 5 = 13

>>21676648
go.

>>21676677
>>21676680
Within the slowly-recovering disaster area that is Rachel's room, you hunt for the specified items.

While the actual clothing is simple to find (and a quick chem check confirms they're suitably clean), the armbands prove elusive. However, digging in a desk drawer reveals red fingerless knit gloves that were long thought lost to the ravages of disorganization.

Still in the shower, Rachel yells: "hey, is it AT,GC or AG CT?"

>>21676776
The first one. Do we have to roll something to google it or recall it from our databanks or whatever or can we just say the answer?

>>21676776
>>just answering is acceptable.

Laying out the ensemble, you respond.

"Adenine bonds with Thymine, Guanine with Cytosine. Except in RNA, wherein Thymine is replaced with Uracil. AT, GC."

Rachel groans in distress. "That's a shitty thing to space on at a time like this. Turn up the tunes."

Randomly selecting the latest in post-punk thrash wave, you crank the volume up to near max.

>>21676893
Okay, we've got clothing taken care of. Make sure her school supplies are organized and ready to go. Maybe dance a bit while doing so.

>>21676893
>>The backpack was already prepared last night, with significant care.

Clad in red jeans, denim jacket, and gloves, Rachel exits the apartment. You follow behind, carrying a light, but well-padded backpack containing expensive tablets and several earmarked notebooks.

"DNA to RNA to Protein, central dogma."

"Good" You respond. "number of chromosomes in the human body?"

"23 pairs, so 46. Ugh, I wish you could come with. At least we managed to force them to make an official ammendment to the "technology in the classroom" regulations. Jerks."

"They were very angry. You will do fine."

Rachel's expression remains pensive.
>>Roll wits+empathy to diagnose stress.

Rolled 8, 4, 8, 9, 8, 9 = 46

>>21677029
We can do this. We're Cindy.

>>21677063
>all but 1 success
You are CORRECT sir.

Rolled 92

>>21677063
Welp. No fucking shit we can do it.

>>21677063
>>Accelerated breathing, mild muscle spasms, pale face. All signs of stress, likely academic. Other possible sources include unstable peer situations (see event 948B [Study Disaster]. Distraction recommended.

"So, uh, I didn't want to bother you with this until tonight, but...I got those tickets."

Rachel's face flushes, as she turns to look at you. "You...what?"

"Sniped them the moment they went up for sale on the aftermarket. two milliseconds to spare."

Rachel is rendered speechless, then lets out a head-turning WHOOP-WHOOP as the city bus rolls up. Raising her hands in a final high-five, she enters, the spring back in her step.

"BOOM. And guess who's my plus one?"
You pause to process.
"...Bridgett?"
Rachel grins as the door closes.
"NOPE."

>>21677152
We are the best assistant ever.

While she's gone we should clean the house, get an array of potential outfits for her night out on the town ready, dance, and consider who her plus one is, it can't be us, that'd be silly.

Rolled 1

>>21677152
Procede to name several of her friends. We'll figure this out!

>>21677152
That's the list covered then. What are we meant to do during the day?

>>21677203
>1 on a d100
We will not figure this out.

"Lisa?"
The door snaps shut, Rachel still grinning.

The bus rolls off, the elderly diesel engine a solid indicator of the general level of Detroit civil infrastructure.

You return to the apartment, nodding to the doorman, who smiles back in response, and secure the door behind you.

>>Apartment state analysis
Rachel's Room: perma-Trashed. verging on "grody".
Bathroom: Sopping Wet, t-shirt and panties abandoned on the floor. Cold coffee in mug.
Kitchen: Pancake crumbs on table, 1/2 full cup of OJ.

Time 7:49 AM

>>21677225
Okay, start with the kitchen, should be the easiest to get to a good point. Then the bathroom, toss the clothes in the laundry hamper, deal with the mug, dry it and clean the floors.

And then we can tackle the mess that is Rachel's room.

>>21677211
>>21677193
>>Clean house, organize workspace, take calls, deflect unpleasant callers, organize mergers, observe stock prices, delete spam, Notify Owner of ONCE IN A LIFETIME DEAL ACT NO-fucking malware, and feed pets.

>>There are no stock prices, mergers or pets.

>>21677272
1. Cleanse the malware with holy fire
2. Clean up the breakfast stuff

>>21677272
Welp, get it done.

Additionally: track any new acts in music genres Rachel likes so we can suggest something new next time she asks. Also, for laughs, try finding that pirate rap group. Captain Dan?

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>>21677254
The day passes thusly, and uneventfully, barring some interesting things found behind Rachel's bed. Rachel's room somehow manages to become trashed the very moment she sets foot in it, but for a few wonderful hours every day, it is organized with machine-like precision.

A search of the exploding genre of Nerdcore Hip-Hop turns up five best-of albums from 2020, generally regarded as simply groundbreaking.

>>Roll Intelligence+Computers to download without the RIAA watchdog AI's noticing and fining you 2 million dollars. Also, to disable the DRM and search for up-and-comers.

At 10:00, the door unbolts and a middle-aged human female intrudes on your day. She enters to the thump and screech of a russian punk rock song about how much patriarchy blows.

"Damn it, did Rachel leave this crap on again?"

Rolled 5, 4, 9, 8, 9 = 35

>>21677409
Shouldn't be too hard. Just use a private torrent tracker and voila.

Do we know who the guest is?

>>21677426
Man, Cindy is rolling hot today. Must be FLASHBACK KARMA in action.

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>>21677426
>>Private torrent tracker? Everyone knows those are a trap by the RIAA. They've gotten pretty fucking creative. This one will require a series of skeleton proxies to stay clean.

Ms. Lawson, previously Mcaddams, back from yet another trip (something to do with a copyright lawsuit), slams the door behind her. 15 years in IP law and a messy divorce have done a number on her previously fine features. She waves a hand angrily in a gesture that the apartment recognizes as "cut that shit out" and the music dies abruptly.

You pause in mid-routine, out of sight in the living room, having been interrupted at Routine #3, Step 2.4: Max booty-shaking.

>>21677543
Quick, look like you're busy doing housework or something.

>>21677543
She interrupted the booty-shaking, uncalled for.

Make it look like we're cleaning in a precise robotic manner that never had any dancing involved.

"Ms. Lawson. It is good to see you. What brings you here?"

>>21677577
"...besides the fact that you live here"

>>21677585
I wasn't sure if she lived here with her daughter or if she's visiting. If she does live here, at least a decent percentage of the time, greet her and continue our work.

>>21677562
You hurriedly grab a dusting brush and start on the kick-nacks on an abandoned mantlepiece, above the artificial and futuristic-looking fireplace. The photos are slightly animated, each one on a 5-second loop, and cycle every 30 seconds or so. A smiling red-haired man with an apple belly, holding a squealing child. a smiling black-haired woman pushing a swing. A baby covered in spaghetti-os (obviously staged), and so on. What are conspicuously missing are pictures of the red-haired man and the woman together.

Ms. Lawson jumps slightly as you speak, apparently unaware you were there.

"Oh, you. The floor is much more in need of cleaning, you know."

She walks to the refrigerator, opening it to take out a frozen power-meal, then pauses and leans back into view, a suspicious look on her face.

"When did you start wearing clothes?"

She refers to the dark purple skirt and v--cut top that adorns your shell, the top proclaiming the superiority of Ouya Paradigm over the WiiMii

>>21676429
oh god my sides

>>21677691
"Recently, It was Rachel's suggestion, but they've grown on me."

>>21677691
"Rachel said I should wear them. Her words were that it would be 'wicked cool'. I believe that I have started to agree with her. It does not impede my functionality."

>>21677691
Well, maybe we should clean the floor. And get better taste in games consoles.

>>21677722
The woman purses her lips disappointingly, and says, not to you, but to herself.

"Rachel's getting a bit old to still be playing dress-up with her dolls."

She begins to nuke the plastic tray, and continues.

"Since her school's on black-out, I couldn't talk to her this morning. She'd better be ready for that test. I'd text her, but she'll just ignore it, so pass along that I'm going to have to head out again tonight. The case just got more labyrinthine, and..."

The woman seems to have a moment of self-awareness.

"And when I get back, maybe we can go on a daytrip to the mall. Shopping. Movie. Strange food."

>>21677820
"She is prepared for the test.

I'll let her know about the case, you going out and the potential daytrip."

Keep on cleaning.

>>21677852
The woman grabs her food and retreats to her room, sighing as she passes by Rachel's immaculate room.

"She should really be learning to do that herself..."

And closes the door behind her. Based on previous behaviors, she will doze and do research for several hours before leaving at 3 PM to avoid the rush hours.

>>Coffee Place is Closing Shortly. Lucky I'm not using a macbook, or else everyone would think I'm working on my screenplay or some shit. I'll have to book it, but I leave you with CUTSCENE.

>>I'll be back on in 20 mins or so.

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"What the hell, dad? I mean, I'm sure its super-expensive and top of the line, but what do I need a personal assistant for? Those boots I pointed out would have been way cheaper; you don't have to outspend Mom EVERY year by a factor of 10."
...........
"I'm sitting on a 3.3, I don't NEED a tutor or a study-buddy or whatever you think it's going to be...well, maybe I don't WANT to to take the AP classes and pre-college stuff. God, you sound like Cho's dad. 'you A-sian, not B-sian!' ...because B's aren't good enough? And Asian parents demand perfection? It...it looks better in text, okay? Hold on, it's messing with my stuff- HEY!"

The robot, a slim construct containing as much plastic as metal, does not put down the book, but turns sinister red optics on Rachel. Speaking in a burbly, feminine voice, it says "What can I do for you, Miss?"

"You can stop messing with my stuff. I don't like that. Make a note of it."

The book is carefully replaced. "My apologies, Miss. I was familiarizing myself with the contents of your workspace."

>>21677969
The book is carefully replaced. "My apologies, Miss. I was familiarizing myself with the contents of your workspace."

"It's not a workspace, its my room." Rachel holds a hand over the phone's lower half.

The robot's gaze passes over an electric guitar and scattered handwritten sheet music, scribble-covered notebooks and tablets, and a stack of textboos bristling with post-it-notes. It nods.

"Understood, Miss."

Rachel follows the robot's gaze to the guitar and untidy scribblings, raising a suspicious eyebrow. She speaks into the phone. "No, dad, I'm fine. Yeah, I'll try it out. Can you at least make it up this weekend? We could...oh...No, I understand. Yeah. No, it's okay... Yeah, ..I love you, too."

>>21678002
Poor guy.

>>21678030
Yeah. How high do you even have to be to think Cindy isn't awesome?

>>21678064
What day it was: My Birthday

What I got: A robot

What I wanted: My Dad

:'(

>>21678233
31st world problems

>>21678233
That's a separate issue. She's said Cindy was useless and she wanted boots instead.

>>21678279
She ASKED for boots. That would have indicated he listened to what she had said.

She obviously changed her mind quickly, though

>>21678002
aw yeah time for robots

>>21678363
>That would have indicated he listened to what she had said.
You think just buying her whatever she asked for would show he cared more than actually taking the time to think of an awesome present for her?

>>21677924
>>And...we're back.

Ms. Lawson potters about the place for a few hours, obviously trying and failing to unwind. The living room wall-screen lights up with a view of the blogosphere, which is simply abuzz.

"The free Chinese premier..."

"Highest casualties since the 2nd Korean War..."

"...plainly an economic power play by the-"

The view eventually stabilizes on a round-table discussion of domestic terrorism.

"The Imam declares that this is a simple issue of freedom of religion. An unlawful intrusion on"

"I'm sorry, peter, but that's just absurd, and you know it. This is-"

"Look, bethany, if you're just going to parrot the Locke position, you might as well just pipe him in."

A small scrolling graphic expands into text, which begins to be read out in a deadpan, slightly british voice.

"No, it's plain that this ISN'T caused by poverty. It was caused by our own negligence. After helping them to screw up their part of the world, we graciously let them in, and then in a thousand small ways, walled them up in their own ghettos. Mostly by letting them do it themselves. Pakistani, Iranian, Syrian. The worst parts of their already pretty unplesant religion were allowed to fester and spread like a virus, and now we have whole regions in our cities that consider themselves sovereign territories. Instead of integrating them, we just transplanted their entire society into our own shores, trapping them with their own frothing priests. The poverty, the violence, they all flow from that. That's what keeps them down, and as long as we keep respecting it and kowtowing to it, things will only get worse."

>>21678721
Eventually, the program shifts gears to something about a famine in brazil caused by poor farming practices and climate change (interrupted by a man with a texan accent accusing the speaker of being a filthy lying liberal, obviously it was caused by their hedonistic lifestyle). This begins to pall for Ms Lawson, who switches off the screen and readies herself for her trip.

Throughout all this, you are pointedly ignored, and shortly, the apartment is all yours again.

>Check Weather Forecast and Social Links status
:V

>>21678831
Excellent. Turn the music back on, and return to Routine #3, Step 2.4.

I'm guessing we cleaned everything and pretty much took care of the cleaning, organizing and the sorting of email in the interim.

Get a nice outfit ready for Rachel for her night out, make sure there's some food ready for her when she gets back.

>>21678901
>>21678883
>>Routine resumed. Outfit #8B is laid out, incorporating combat boots, black hooded jacket, and striped leggings with tattered skirt for maximum Punk.

At 3:22 PM, in the midst of preparing a turkey-based BLT, you receive a call from Revengence989

"-nnaly. I just got clear of the occlusion field, or whatever it is they have at this prison. How'd the day go, girlfriend?"

>>21679054
"It was just fine. Nothing unusual happened. Everything is good.

Your mother visited for a few hours before having to head out again. The case apparently got more complicated.

She said that she wanted to go with you on a daytrip to the mall when she got back."

>>21679054
full of routine #3 sister, your things are orgainzed ready for you to mess up again.

>>21679100
>>21679054
The voice on the other end groans.

"Of course she does. I'll convey to her that I'm totally up for it and super-stoked. It might even happen, you never know. But look, I've got another mission for you. It's gloating-based."

There's a giggle on the other end of line, followed by an "Oh, get over yourself" then Rachel returns to the phone.

"So, where was I?"

"Gloating." you reply.

"Right. Pick up those tickets from the scalpers NOW, and run them over to the hangout. I'll meet you there."

A googlemaps location pops up inside your head, tagged as 'hangout.

"And I'm not going to forget that crack about my room. There will be a reckoning."

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>>New Directives Received:
1. Acquire concert tickets from nearest TicketHustler station
2. Travel to Hangout to assist with Gloating.

>>21679292
Get to it, mate. Let's snag those tickets!

>>21679292
gloating.exe engageee

>>21679201
>>21679292
"You have a room? I just thought that you had a special room to test how messy you can make a place in a short time.

I'll be at the hangout with the tickets soon. See you there and prepare for some gloating."

>>21679338
>>21679313
>>21679311
Carefully wrapping up the BLTs in a paper bag, you exit the apartment bearing a bacony satchel.

Charting the proper route is easy, and two bus exchanges will bring you within a quick walk to your first destination

Riding the bus without Rachel is always slightly disconcerting; humans react much differently to you when you're not clearly someone's entourage. Why isn't quite clear; other machines perform independent tasks all the time. As you step on the bus, you can clearly see three other machines, either J33Vs or Seraphim like yourself.

The driver glares at you, and points to a seat at the front, occupied only by a hunched-over civilian-model Locust carrying an outsized messenger bag.

>>21679509
MAKE CONVERSATION!

>>21679509
Nod at the J33vs and Seraphims.

Sit down next to the Locust, introduce ourself, make conversation, chat until it's our stop.

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>>21679509
"Hi! Uh...what are you delivering there?"

The Locust gives you a goggle-eyed look, and lets out a blat of binary, which translates to

[Information: Classified. Contents of Packages are covered by client security protocols.]
There's a pause
[It's some shit from amazon. Courier delivery into hazard zone downtown. Normal routes don't go there.]

"What? You're going...downtown. But..what human would live there who gets stuff off of amazon?"

[Perhaps a Hobo Monthly Subscription? Shankings Quarterly?]

>>21679687
"Ten tips to get the most out of your dumpster diving!

Can't you give the box a rattle, maybe see what it sounds like?"

>>21679687
>this locust

"Sounds like a lot of effort for the amount risk, I know you'll make it easily though! :)"

::Rattle::
[Heavy. padded. I theorize electrical components. The risk is negligible, and necessary; Amazon goes everywhere, provides everything.]

The Locust leaves at the next stop,

Out the window, you watch the small machine striding towards a police checkpoint, beyond which the Downtown buildings loom.

__________________________________
The next hitch comes at the TicketHustler kiosk at a strip mall.

"Yeah, look, your owner wants their purchase, they're going to have to come here in person. Why the hell do you think they still use physical tickets? Our whole thing is AVOIDING digital fraud. I'm not giving these to anyone but the person who bought them."

The large, bearded human tips back his soft drink, obviously checked out of the conversation. He's already told you how things are.

>>21679855
"I was the one who bought them beardy. I have full logs of the transaction if you want proof."

>>21679914
The human looks down at your blearily.

"Yeah, and your owner told you to do it. That makes them the buyer. So go tell...Cindy, that she'll have to turn up herself."

>>Roll Manipulation+Persuasion

Rolled 9, 10, 1, 6, 8 = 34

>>21679963

Rolled 4, 1, 1, 4, 4 = 14

>>21679979
healpan

>>21679993
That's not helping at all.

>>21680003
dont see you trying

>>21679979
>>Time to pull out the big guns.
"yeAH, she will. That's what Cindy's doing right now, stud."

you raise an arm, revealing the black stenciled characters C 1 N D 3. You shift your hips from one side to the other, arms crossed, one foot tapping for emphasis.

"And "Cindy"'s got ID codes, transaction logs, and can review bomb your entire online footprint in 2.3 seconds."

you lean foreward, head cocked winsomely.

"Pleeeease? I don't want to be the bad guy here. I gotta get these. It's, like, a prime directive or whatever."

>>21680141
The human, baffled by the double assault, hands over the tickets without complaint, a pair of black plastic sticks, each containing a cheap microchip; significantly harder to duplicate than paper.

Upon receiving them, you let out a WHOOOP of joy, jumping a foot into the air.

"OhthankyousomuchI'msosorryyou'resuperawesomegottagoBYE!"

as you begin sprinting off towards the next bus stop...
>>Charting modified route based on delay. Too easy.

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>>21680218
Nearing the specified Hangout spot, it turns out to be an empty lot dangerously close to Downtown, safe only because it sits directly across from a police precinct. As you near, you see a Doc Smartgunner mech standing guard outside, a compact bullpup assault rifle held at ease.

The empty lot is was apparently once a misc bin for a construction project, later converted into an unconventional mini-park by local Detroiters. A small group of teenage humans are strewn over the concrete pipes and railroad ties, enjoying the mild February afternoon.

>>Rachel does not seem to have arrived yet, but you recognize several of the humans.

>>21680371
time for kung fu defensive mode.

>>21680371
Wave at the Smartgunner.

Then chill with some the people here, chat, talk about current musical trends.

>>21680371
Well we'll just have to wait for Rachel. Can't initiate gloating protocols without her.

>>21680408
The Smartgunner tracks you with its no-nonsense gaze, then returns to scanning the street.

As you near the park, you overhear

"Hey, isn't that Rachel's Seraphim?"
"Well, do you know anyone else who'd dress a robot like that? Yeah, that's hers."

Roll Presence+Socialize

Rolled 9, 2, 6, 5, 3 = 25

>>21680506
See if they want to compare post-punk to proto-punk and where the dividing lines are.

Rolled 5, 7, 10, 9, 8 = 39

>>21680506

Rolled 6, 8, 3, 6, 4 = 27

>>21680506
Rollan dem bones.

>>21680523
>>Dem Bones is rolled...less well than could be hoped, but still decent.

Approaching with a wave, the humans fall silent as you come near.

A girl with thick dark hair and Indian-subcontinent features laying on a concrete pipe looks at you upside-down.

"Where's Rachel? We need her as a tie-breaker over when death punk stopped being metal."

A skinny male with sandy blonde hair and an unfortunate amount of acne interrupts. "It was in 2063, everyone knows that. Skarbrand's 3rd album."

This cannot pass.

"Uh, NO." you respond. "Skarbrand was never metal from the start. Their lyrics were actually ABOUT stuff. Punk from the get-go. They just use a lot of death metal iconography. Something about exposing the sociopathy of modern society."

>>21680711
This statement is met by profound silence. Then someone says "That's a quote from somewhere. Has to be. "

Another male says. "Since when do those things quote music reviews?"

The pimply-faced kid responds. "they can quote whatever they think is applicable. AIs have gotten really good at pretending to think. You should listen to the maid my parents bought. It can gossip with my sister."

A boy next to him grins. "Not that you do much listening to it. How's that hack I passed you working?"

The boy grins and high fives him. "Fuck'n SWEET!"

The conversation goes back and forth between proto-metal and AI abilities, leaving you completely out of it.
>>21680528
>>So, what does the exceptional success mean?

Cindy sounds pretty legit here. I bet they're looking at her like she just swallowed a turd, though.

>>21680861
And proven correct before I finished posting.

Am I the only one to expect these guys to have had a conversation like this at some point:
"Oh man, I just scored a sample of Adolph Hitler's DNA."
"Who was that?"
"Lead singer of Led Zeppelin, partied hard during the blitz, and brought down the Berlin wall with the power of rock."
"Whoa."
"Hell yes whoa."

>>21680935
If I'm not wrong that's a line from Transmet. Great comic.

>>21680861
I think that means Cindy is going to school their ass in music and maybe even get it through their skulls that she's completely sapient.

>>21680992
I couldn't remember the exact line, but I felt it was about right.

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>>21680935
>>In fact, a period piece film called "Barack Obama: Zombie Slayer" is opening in theaters next week. I'm a bit sketchy on the details; I think he was an actor who rapped, and then became a politician and his enemies called him a Mormon a lot.

>>21680992
>>This is indeed what happens. I was just hoping someone would have some clever dialog. I'm getting sleepy. Working on it.

>>21681063
...Did Obama get conflated with Will Smith?

Oh. Biopics.

>>21681063
I'm not that good at doing Cindy dialogue. I can grok Clarke pretty well, but I just can't get Cindy to sound right.

Also I don't know much about 21st punk music as most of it hasn't happened yet.

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I was wrong. It wasn't Hitler's DNA, it was the maker codes for his urine. Either way, this is about the feeling I get from these guys.

>>21680935
>>21681063
They're not going to lose that much history in just 66 years. There haven't even been any apocalypses yet and there's still a functioning school system and everything.

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and moneyshot.

>>21681117
>>Yeah, and my knowledge of music in general is pretty slim. Thus my trepidation at running this. Its hard to make up pop culture

>>21681160
>>It's a movie like Abe Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. But the current zombie saturation means that this time period will forever be associated with zombies. Also, teenagers are stupid and don't bother to look things up.

You're...irritated. You're not quite clear on why. Rachel is the only person who's opinion you care about. But your code is boiling like a stewpot; a new sensation. Maybe its because Rachel, so offended on your behalf that people treat you like an object, had put so much work into correcting that. No. YOU'D put so much work into it. All the little tells, all the little inflections. Those weren't programmed, not downloaded in a pre-packaged app. You had to learn them, perfect them. And now here you were, amongst her peers, her friends, after so much effort and you still can't pass.

No, you can pass. You do pass. They just won't bother to see it.

So, this is "anger."

>>21681296
hue hue hue hue

>>21681296
"Hey! I'm still here. And I have audio inputs. I hear the things you're saying."

You gesture to the small ports on either side of your head.

"First off, Skarbrand is only technically punk. And the current fanbase is mostly emos; the tortured whiners who no one understands, right? Oh, and don't get me started on..."

And so it goes. Afterwards, the humans are left speechless.

"Oh, most of this only happened because the 2nd wave of Pussy Riot members contained a bunch of really skilled musicians, and their MO caught on with Anonymous and sparked off a bunch of collectives. And then the firewall of china fell, and all that angry DIY anti-establishment stuff rushed in to fill the void. THAT'S what its all about."

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>>Ugh. Tired. Finish thread tomorrow night.

>>Archived at
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/21675712/

>>Have a doodle. I was trying to do some scavenged power armor, plus other stuff. P90s are surprisingly hard to pose properly

>>21681436
Vocal assraping achieved. Fanfare.mp3 played in response.

>>21681496
thank you for your service resistor. your return is well awaited.

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>>21675712
sometimes i draw guns, other times it is other things. this time its ferlow. i imagine him somewhere out there in the world....looking for a new pair of socks.

>>21683551
Well, that's just hilarious. Thank you.

>>21686331
hello moto

>>21686331
anytime.

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>>The Time is 3:52 PM

"wow"

"she just trained it to say that."
"why? I mean, that's a lot of effort, and for what?"

"quantum drive AIs are always kind of unstable. I heard about one that-"
"Yeah, well I heard of one that plays music. Like, it's OWN music. Violin, and-"

"great firewall of china? what's that?"
"they were big in the 40's. Underground grunge group."

"She calls it Cindy, right?"
"Yeah, I think. Hey. HEY! CINDY! Over here!"

two female humans, one caucasian and one african (based on accent, recent immigrant), gesture to you to approach them.

>>processing...cross-checking facebook profiles with rachel's briefings
>>Heja Alaan. Talks about Final Fantasy TOO MUCH. All about the Math. Conceals augmentic arm; origin unknown. warning: CONFIDENTIAL INFO.

>>Zooey Martins. Animal freak. Volunteers at every shelter. Blacklisted by many for attempting to steal animals slated for euthenization.

>>21692597
Head on up. Greet them. Assuming Rachel knows them say how much we've heard about them from her.

Gently guide the conversation to their interests. Be charismatic and likable.

>>21692731
Still riding the high from your exceptional success, you manage to strike up a conversation. You see Heja clench her hand involuntarily as you mention how much Rachel has told you about them, but she them seems to relax.

Zooey steers the conversation towards some environmental cause; apparently a bird of some sort is mildly threatened by the draining of a wetland. This is a bit far afield from your own range of experience, but you manage to hold your own...

>>>The Time Is 4:07 PM

>>21692989
Based on her schedule as we know it and the location of the hangout when should we expect to Rachel to get here?

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>>21692989
>>Damn, this is going to have to be a short update. My attendance will be spotty throughout the evening.

>>Bloody thanksgiving.

>>21693028
Whenever you can get around to it will be fine.

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>>21693028
have a network bird.

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Here is a free machine drawing for a change.

The Skater (feel free to come up with a better name.) is obsessed with speed and engines.The behavioral quirks of this seraphim manifested before the fall, when it was employed as a "grid girl" in drag races. It kept keenly observing the high speed action of the humans. Eventually, it tried to drive one of the machines it so admired itself, which caused it's owners to get rid of it. It was saved from being scrapped by one of the mechanics, who bought it to be his assistant.

From that time onward, it helped the mechanic to fix up cars and other machinery, learning their workings and how to repair them. These skills saved it in the end, as it was able to fix itself after finding itself crippled in a large pile of rusty machinery.

It got it's name from the custom "skate" legs it made for itself. They allow this machine to quickly dart and skate around which it seems to enjoy very much.
It's behavior can only be described as hot blooded. It often spends it's time in the cities, even in areas that have been networked. It often lures network drones to chase after itself, playing deadly games of cat and mouse in the ruined streets of the cities of the past.

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