Grand Old Dogs RP

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Please try to make all of your characters be in Nova Berlin for some reason. Or at least end up there soon. You can start from wherever, I don't mind that, but if we can all end up somewhere together this would make things go by much more smoothly.

The year is 2992 AD, and world peace has been established. Countries no longer fight over plots of land or money or politics, there are no more wars and unnecessary deaths because of wars, and a Golden Age of humanity was achieved. Science grew, Religion followed, technology expanding and becoming part of everyday life for all of the world's population, which has now skyrocketed. People are happy and comfortable with their lives. But this was at a great cost.

Long ago, before this time, a war occurred, which tore humanity apart. It was a civil war, with weapons we can only dream of now, and it nearly drove us all to extinction. After several generations of conflict, the war ended, and finally peace was declared. No one alive remembers those times, only what happened in the history books. The masses decided that, in order to quell are violent sides, we would create Arenas, designated fighting areas where robotic AIs and cloned soldiers would fight over politics and land. These 'non-humans' would be the way we ended our wars. They started with no rights, being simple commodities and tools, until several uprisings and rebellions and riots granted them some form of rights. Inside the Arenas, they had nothing, but any who managed to make their way out would be given all the rights a human had.

Now, that Golden Age is coming closer and closer to an end. Food for the growing population is dwindling, many people going hungry in silence as the fight for more clone and AI rights rages on. Energy costs rise to meet the demands of an entire planet's worth of energy, and a possible unknown threat is racing towards the planet from deep in outer space.

Lucy woke up, slowly, gazing out of the train window. It was a 'cross-continent' train, or that was at least she had decided to call it. Of course Lucy never left Alterinicam much, this was a rather rare occasion in a sense. The train was to take her to Nova Berlin, she'd been 'called' there for some fancy medical meeting, to which she knew little about.

Raam was just watching the world pass by through the window. He was on a train heading to Nova Berlin for the Eradikan.
Apparently they needed an A.I. there. But one with a body, like Raam. There wasn't very many details in his Invitation.
But he was doing nothing where he was at, so he figured he'd just go and see where it took him.

===Nova Berlin, Underground===
==Russ' Mechanic Shop, corner of 17th and North street==

=An elderly chap sat by his work bench, the room only lit by a single lamp on the corner of the tool-cluttered surface. The man reclined in his old, raggedy chair, raising a calloused hand to his chin to rub his grey beard. On his knee, resting on dirty and faded jeans sat the dark wood body of an acoustic guitar, which he then proceeded to inspect. He let out a long, tired exhale before lifting his gaze to the chair across from him, in which was sat a white metal body with a white light shining from it's face. The man with the guitar began to strum a tune; It was a deep song, as old and coarse as the hands that played it. As the music filled the room, the man began to talk=

Let me tell you a story, kid. A story my daddy used to tell me, and my grandpappy told him.

Long time ago there was a boy. He lived on a farm with his old man. When the boy was young, he and his daddy got along real fine. They were pals, ya see. Did everything together.

The two went on grand adventures, gone three hundred miles in one day. They was havin' the times a their lives.

As time went on, they grew apart. The old man took ill, an' the boy started keepin' his distance from him. Eventually, the old man died.

Years gone by, the kid moves on with his life. Finishes school, gets a job, finds a nice young gal an' settles down. Think's he's got it real good. One day, he finds an old picture in a box. Picture's of him an' his dad on top of a mountain, lookin' out over the wide woods and bright open sky. The kid just cries.

"Choba ZHHT KT'KT'KZT ch'kiktz."
=The metal man interjects=

That's right. See all that time the kid thought he had it made. He was livin' the good life. But really, he was just trapped in a cycle, every day the same old thang. Boy didn't know it, but he desperately wanted back those days with his old man.

Y'understand what I'm tryin' ta tell ya?

"KTZ'chti Ch'uniik."

Right on.

Ameris watched through the eyes of many cameras, observing Nova Berlin and all of those inside of it. Lines of code weaved themselves into the environment that it saw, highlighting and selecting important objects that were not just walls or dirt or the ground. It stayed silent, watching quietly with no holographic representation of itself to interact with the humans and clones walking the streets. It didn't talk to the other AI around it, and simply put a tag on himself stating he did not wish to be disturbed.

Soon, everything would be ready.

The train was nearing the final quarter of it's journey, or so Lucy expected from looking at the time. Around an hour to go. So until then she just sat watching, quite interested in the passing scenery.

Mark walked around Nova Berlin, the large Holographic thing in the middle was astounding. It was his first time walking out of the arena as a free... well man I suppose you would call him. All he had was his old armor, some clothes, and little amount of money. He also took his pistol along with him, but secured it. As he walked around, he heard a train coming. He only had enough money for one trip. But he doesn't know if he should get on it or not.

The clone was here, the doctor would be soon as well, followed by the AI. Everything would soon be ready. Ameris jumped between pathways towards his destination, the news holograms. It would take some reworking of the security and dodging of the orderkeepers, but it could be done. He had too much riding on this to just let it be stopped by a lucky program.

Mark looked around for a bit. Got a bite to eat, and sat down at a bench. Watching the news on the holographic tv.

You know, maybe staying here won't be as bad as I thought. I just need to get a good paying job, and maybe some apartment to rent out. Of course, nothing will be for curtain... Yet.

As he ate his food, he watched people walk by as if there was a fire of some sort. He also listened to the birds in the sky, chirping. This was like the arena, in some aspect, but it is more of a mental war then physical.