welian
#BlackLivesMatter
Hey, do you like giant robots? Do you want to BE a giant robot? You may have seen this interest check from last year. I've been working on this idea on and off over the past year, but I've decided to yeet caution to the wind and just run the damn thing already.
You are a giant robot.
In an alternate timeline in which the Cold War never quite ended, you rolled off the production line ready to destroy other robots in the name of your nation's interests - probably oil, honestly.
Unfortunately, World War 3 turned the planet into a Fallout game, and anybody who could afford it evacuated onto cruise spaceships, Martian colonies, etc... or just died. There was a lot of dying.
During a major battle, you were knocked offline. You're not entirely sure what did you in.
One thousand years later, between a solar flare and solid whack from an illiterate farmer's hoe, you have reactivated.
First order of business: assess and repair damages. Second order: Let your boss know you're back online. Third order: Search and destroy.
Of course, we wouldn't have a story if it were this simple, now would we?
Tech Level
Past the few cities left, you might as well be in Amish country. Humanity has recovered some technology, but there's a sore lack of coal, steel, and oil due to the climate crisis. The few working radios are jealously guarded by an elite class of a new nobility. The loss of education means an inability to reestablish the internet. There are no functional factories for semiconductors, you would be lucky to recreate a vacuum tube computer.
On the other hand, the nanites have bred like rabbits. Disfigured humans have prosthetic limbs made of "living metal" blessed by a priest, but they shun your explanations of what nanobots even are. It works because they pray, and honestly, how can you compete with an old mural of what you're pretty sure is a meme of Obi-Wan looking like Jesus? How do you even explain memes without an internet? Or who Obi-Wan is? Or what a neural interface or parasitic relationship is and why their priest is actually - ugh. Farmers.
You look up at the sky. You can't see the stars past all the trash flying in low orbit. Your signals can't seem to bounce past the sheer amount of debris. If there's a Martian colony, then where the hell are they?
Inspiration list:
You are a giant robot.
In an alternate timeline in which the Cold War never quite ended, you rolled off the production line ready to destroy other robots in the name of your nation's interests - probably oil, honestly.
Unfortunately, World War 3 turned the planet into a Fallout game, and anybody who could afford it evacuated onto cruise spaceships, Martian colonies, etc... or just died. There was a lot of dying.
During a major battle, you were knocked offline. You're not entirely sure what did you in.
One thousand years later, between a solar flare and solid whack from an illiterate farmer's hoe, you have reactivated.
First order of business: assess and repair damages. Second order: Let your boss know you're back online. Third order: Search and destroy.
Of course, we wouldn't have a story if it were this simple, now would we?
Tech Level
Past the few cities left, you might as well be in Amish country. Humanity has recovered some technology, but there's a sore lack of coal, steel, and oil due to the climate crisis. The few working radios are jealously guarded by an elite class of a new nobility. The loss of education means an inability to reestablish the internet. There are no functional factories for semiconductors, you would be lucky to recreate a vacuum tube computer.
On the other hand, the nanites have bred like rabbits. Disfigured humans have prosthetic limbs made of "living metal" blessed by a priest, but they shun your explanations of what nanobots even are. It works because they pray, and honestly, how can you compete with an old mural of what you're pretty sure is a meme of Obi-Wan looking like Jesus? How do you even explain memes without an internet? Or who Obi-Wan is? Or what a neural interface or parasitic relationship is and why their priest is actually - ugh. Farmers.
You look up at the sky. You can't see the stars past all the trash flying in low orbit. Your signals can't seem to bounce past the sheer amount of debris. If there's a Martian colony, then where the hell are they?
Inspiration list:
- Laputa: Castle in the Sky
- Transformers
- Warhammer
- Borderlands
- The Outer Worlds
- Fallout
- Dragonriders of Pern
- literally any mecha anime you can think of
