The Man and the Machines
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The year is 2203, technology has grown exponentially, and only one man know's the true capabilities of the technology. Its his job to save humanity and the world.
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Monotone | ✔️
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ghosted - ʀᴇɢɢɪᴇ
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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝘁 | Dramione
━━𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃... ╰┈➤ ❝ [ "ɪ ʙᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɢʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ." ʙʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴢᴀᴍʙɪɴɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟꜰᴏʏ. "ᴏʜ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ." ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ꜱᴘᴀᴛ. "ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ʏᴇꜱ." ʙʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇʙʀᴏᴡꜱ. "ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ɴᴏ." ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ꜱᴍɪʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ. "ʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴏᴡᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ɢᴀʟʟᴇᴏɴꜱ." ʙʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ. "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏɴ." ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟꜰᴏʏ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴏᴋ ɪᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ᴀ ꜱᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ ɢɪʀʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ ɢʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ɢᴜʏ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴀʙꜱᴏʀʙᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟꜰᴏʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʜɪᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴇᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱɪʟʟʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ?] ...𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐈'𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍', 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Alive
The future is far beyond us. It does not exist. When an oblivious idiot takes credit for the invention of the third (and best functioning) model of the RCA, no one even so much as bats an eye, distraction. These models are the best of the best, at everything. Their muscle flexibility is 93% of ours, effectively eliminating non-realistic movement. They have software controlling their vocal output so that what they say always makes perfect sense, even in pronunciation. Everyone agrees on one thing: If they had a heart, they'd be just about human. And that's just it. Somewhere out there, the original prototype is running about, disguising himself as a normal gen3 RCA, when in reality, he's the only non-organic thing on earth to have emotion, and thought. The other RCAS are programmed to identify him as an immediate danger to the public. So he's always moving around. Looking for the finish to his one computer-made script, aptly called 'fate'. He will find it, and it must be complete.Abgeschlossene Geschichte
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