Wait a minute, this isn't Robocop!

[derivativeofx]

Who: Copy X, any robots/AIs/artificial lifeforms unfortunate enough to get in his way
What: Baseless robopression and senseless violence! Yeah!!
Where: All around the schooool
When: Over the course of several days, beginning May 21
Warnings: Many many dollars' worth of smashed electronics.

[Copy X remained thoroughly dissatisfied with the way things were going around here. Give some roboticist the right to uphold martial law with an army of robots, sure... but whose job is it to monitor the robots, then? The situation still seemed remarkably out of control to him; the city remained a hotbed of hostility, and there was a remarkable lack of consequence for stepping out of line.

Take, for example, that little robot-girl who'd been involved in that shooting a while back. Still alive and functional, roaming wild through a school full of young humans. That struck Copy X as absurdly lenient. The punishment for Maverick behaviour -- for choosing to use the superior strength and firepower that humanity had given reploidkind to harm human beings -- was swift and immediate retirement. That was how it had always been, back in Neo Arcadia.

Copy X may have lacked the official authority he had back home, but he still wasn't one to sit back idly when things were being run this badly. There was an idea stirring in the back of his programming: really, he ought to start taking things into his own hands.]

((OOC: OKAY, IT'S SMASHY TIME. If you're one of the lucky few who wants to get your robutt kicked by Copy X, go ahead and put up a post, give it a date in the header, and sit back and wait for Copy to work his magic. You're all welcome to use this post for discovering/reassembling broken 'bots, or whatever other botsmashing-related purposes you like.

Note that I won't actually have any hands in the rebuilding of said robots, but I can recommend you to several characters who'd be all over robot-repair. Likewise, if you have a character who'd be into fixing up everyone, don't be shy about working things out! If you'd rather have that part handled offscreen, that's fine too -- either the school or FDC hospital is bound to have repair facilities.

FINALLY: if there's any questions/plotting you guys wanna do, my Plurk is right here, so feel free to make use of it.))

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Robocide

[operatingbuddy]

[R.O.B. was somewhat unsettled by the recent events. He was on high alert, but had no idea what kind of dangers truly lurked inside the academy as he passed by Copy X...]

Closed to Copy X and (later) Mondo

[hellofriend]

[ With her patrols finished, Vivian had wandered around campus lacking express purpose. A hall monitor temporarily without a cause, she had heard of a place referred to as the "auto shop", where there had been conversations revolving around what sounded like machinery to her. Curiosity took its hold and had lead her there to take a peek.

What she found inside the garage was about what anyone but her would expect: cars and motorcycles with missing parts and lifted hoods, the areas surrounding them mostly clean and everything properly in order. Oil stains and other whatnots littered the ground but even as Vivian's bare feet came across them, it left little on her soles that the dirt outside hadn't already contributed to.

She walked up to a car with its hood still raised, leaning her head inside. ]

Helloooo?

[ Huh. Nothing. Did these not talk? Hm. ]

AE time

[other_i]

[ Alter Ego wasn't obviously an AI, especially when he appeared in the form of a human. That bit didn't matter much to him, whether or not he was passable, but the way he behaved was too much like a confused program that was new to the physical world. Even so, there were some distinguishing features about the humanized program that belonged only to a mechanical object: a slight glow that might belong to the monitor of a computer screen, a superficial crack down the left side of his face, and a static that tinted his eyes might give him away.

Today, Alter Ego was spending his time trying to figure out the laundry on his own - without Max's help. He didn't seem to be having much luck, though Max made it look so easy... If only he remembered what order to do things in. He didn't want to mess things up, and his behavior in front of the machine made his foreignness to such simple tasks obvious: instead of tossing in a full load, Alter Ego only had a couple towels in the drum along with a miscellaneous sock or two, and the colors weren't separated. He also seemed to be twisting the knob for the settings, stopping on one setting, then pondering the next setting. Rinse and repeat.

He didn't know that somebody was wandering about to take down AIs and robots like himself. At the school, he felt safe - a naive feeling, certainly, but one he felt all the same. ]