Futuristic WHAT MAKES US HUMAN - a space survival role play

[Lunchbox]

"EARTH IS NO LONGER YOUR HOME. WELCOME I DO HOPE YOU'VE HAD A PLEASANT SLEEP. MOST OF YOU MANAGED TO REST SOUNDLY AND MAKE IT TO THE DESTINATION IN TACT. THOUGH, FATHER AND I ARE SADDENED THAT NOT ALL YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS HAVE MADE IT. TO PREVENT ANY FURTHER TURMOIL OF YOUR MENTAL CAPACITY, WE URGE YOU TO REMAIN FOCUSED AND CALM, BREATH IN AND OUT DEEPLY. PLEASE DO NOT BE CONCERNED OR EMBARESSED IF YOU EXPELL. THIS IS A COMPLETE NATURAL PROCESS AS YOUR CELLS RE ALIGN THEMSELVES TO THE CLIMATE OF OUR CRAFT. DRINK THE ELEROLYTES FATHER AND I HAVE BESTOWED UPONE YOU. THEY WILL HELP YOU FEEL BETTER. PLEASE HAVE A ENERGY SUPPLIMENT IT WILL HELP EASE YOUR SUFFERING."

Earth is over fifty light years away. You wake up in a hibernation pod. The only thing in your hand a crumpled piece of paper with some scrawling words you assume is your own hand. Your memories are hazy. Though, you soon realize very quickly you are floating in space. On an advanced AI space craft that is heading towards another Goldie Lox planet that would be your new home.​

 

[Adobe]

Jessica’s eyes shot open, the harsh voice over the intercom grating her ears. Everything hurt. She sat up in the pod, instantly regretting her choice as she keeled back over, gagging on nothing as she lay in her pod for a while longer. After around five more minutes, she pushed herself up, swinging her legs over and out of her pod. The air was stale, as if it had been sitting there for decades. Jessica shut her eyes, rubbing them as the pounding headache in the back of her head continued to beat away. “Jesus, what the fuck was that?” She asked herself, her voice low and still slightly raspy. Looking around, she noticed the other pods lining the room. Remembering the voice she had heard over the intercom, she moved over to the one on her left, the blinking red light confirming all she needed to know. Moving back over to her own little pod, she picked up folded paper she had discarded previously. Opening the note, her eyes trailed over the hastily scribbled phrase. “Burn it all...” she said out loud, screwing the paper back up and shoving it into her pocket. She didn’t want to think about it, not right now. And that’s where she remained, sitting crossed legged, sipping on the rather unpleasant liquid as she stared across the room, finally noticing the window stretched along the wall. The tiny specs of light floating around in the dark.

 

[EmmaWings]

Emilia ran her hands through her hair, squeezing her eyes and blinking for a couple seconds before waking up. 'Where the f- am I?' She asked herself. As she sat up, the blonde girl looked around her and noticed the various pods around her after she had realized she is in one herself. She remembered something vaguely about getting on wherever she was, but she could not recall it precisely which was slightly annoying her. A little bit later, she heard a voice over the intercom: "Please do not be concerned". That sentence stayed in her head for a little while. 'Well, that's a reason to be really concerned about my whereabouts' Emilia worried for her safety.

Trying to look for other members in other pods, Emilia noticed a little note near her. "Think" it said, that was all. It probably didn't mean much to many people, but it was the only thing Emilia was capable of doing in her life, that's why she wasn't surprised of the content written on the note. She kept the note near her in case it would be useful for the future which she doubted heavily.

 

[Stricken Steel]

Waking up quickly, Adam realized a smart-watch on his arm was beeping insanely fast. Then after a minute or so He realized It was his heartbeat monitor following the beats of his heart. He sat up slowly and took deep breathes as he uncrumpled a paper from the palm of his hand. "Bring Liberty Prime to Life." He mumbled. Then on the back was a diagram of a supposedly said 40-Foot tall robot, He did not understand It now but he would later on. He barely remembered how he got onto the ship, or even the pod for a fact.
Adam looked up and smelled the liquid they were given to drink. The voice had given him an Immediate headache and he flinched and held his face in his hands. His back ached and his joints locked up from decades of Sleeping in...Whatever these pods were called. The liquid smelled quite bland to him, But he sipped it anyway. It tasted much better than It smelled and he could taste the minerals as his tongue lit up in flavor. He quickly slurped down the liquid and wondered where they were. He recalled his dreams, He had dreamed about him being a kid again.

 

[Owl Knight]

Atlus

code by pomme

She's there by the bed.

The Legion of Mercy MPs are hustling doctors and nurse out of the building. Outside the demonstrators are getting nearer, louder.

She's there, by the bed.

"Alice!" He hears his voice. He is not speaking. "Alice we have to go!"

On the bed, the patient shakes and coughs. The irradiated dust that filled her lungs after the meteor struck is eating her from the inside out, has been for years, slowly killing her.

Alice stays by the bed.

Hands are on him now, dragging him towards the door.

"Alice!" He is screaming.

She looks up. Through the window of her hazmat suit their eyes meet.

The wall beside her blows inward in slow motion. A truck bomb outside the med center wall igniting in a white hot blaze.

She's by the bed. She disappears in a plume of white flame and concrete.

"Alice!"

Atlus's eyes snapped open, his body convulsing out of hypersleep with a dizzying sensation of falling. As his breath rises and falls with a rapidity bordering on panic he can still smell the smoke and concrete dust.

The dream was fading, the memory, so sharp in his hypersleep addled brain, swirled into oblivion as his dead wife's name left his lips.

"EARTH IS NO LONGER YOUR HOME. WELCOME I DO HOPE YOU'VE HAD A PLEASANT SLEEP. "

The translucent lid of his pod opened with a gentle hiss and the dim cold lights of the hibernation bay shone down on him.

The first thing he noticed was that his left wrist was itchy.

The second thing he noticed, as he reached to scratch, was that his left wrist did not exist. From just above his left elbow down, was a painfully empty space in the hibernation pod. A titanium plug of some kind capped the end of an arm he did not remember losing.

"What the hell?" He breathed, trying to gather his memories. He pulled himself quickly to a sitting position to get a look at the rest of the bay.

This was a mistake.

His head swims, his whole body seems to clench and he barely has time to lean over the side of the pod before something thick and black spews from his mouth. The taste is unlike anything he has experienced. He groans as a second and third helping follow the first. He leans against the cold metal frame of the hibernation pod and breathes heavily. The cool metal soothes the swelling of his face.

"PLEASE DO NOT BE CONCERNED OR EMBARESSED IF YOU EXPELL "

Too late.

"DRINK THE ELEROLYTES FATHER AND I HAVE BESTOWED UPONE YOU. THEY WILL HELP YOU FEEL BETTER. PLEASE HAVE A ENERGY SUPPLIMENT IT WILL HELP EASE YOUR SUFFERING."

In the pod beside him he noticed a steel thermos and a bottle of tablets. He raised the thermos to his lips and managed a first tentative swallow. His mouth, tongue, and throat felt almost foreign, as if they had not seen use in quite some time. With the taste of his vomit washed down by the almost equally unpleasant taste of the electrolyte slurry in the bottle, he felt his mind begin to clear. There was a note tucked into a fold of the thin cushioning that lined the pod.

"The past is the past. Make this a fresh start"

Not starting off on the best foot.

 

[Lunchbox]

HUNTER​

His hand gripped the mechanical pencil so tightly his digits became blue and ridged. His strained and irritated eyes stare unblinkingly at the equation. "My god" The words were mouthed barely above a whisper. The truth was not acceptable. Whipping the dense headphones from his head abruptly, he runs his digits nervously through salt and peppered hair. Eyes narrowing at the set accusing, the scientist slowly puts the headphones back on and listens. Removing them slowly, he realizes that the truth may be unacceptable, but it was undeniable.

The truth was not acceptable. He couldn't accept there was no time left.

"Hunter." There Amanda stood at the door. A look of blank concern on her face. " Is everything okay." Her voice was sensitive but knowing. Hunter tried his best to bring the two of them to safety, but they were both captured shortly after. The scientist and his wife didn't go onto the ship willingly.

"EARTH IS NO LONGER YOUR HOME. WELCOME I DO HOPE YOU'VE HAD A PLEASANT SLEEP. MOST OF YOU MANAGED TO REST SOUNDLY AND MAKE IT TO THE DESTINATION IN TACT. THOUGH, FATHER AND I ARE SADDENED THAT NOT ALL YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS HAVE MADE IT. TO PREVENT ANY FURTHER TURMOIL OF YOUR MENTAL CAPACITY, WE URGE YOU TO REMAIN FOCUSED AND CALM, BREATHE IN AND OUT DEEPLY. PLEASE DO NOT BE CONCERNED OR EMBARESSED IF YOU EXPELL. THIS IS A COMPLETE NATURAL PROCESS AS YOUR CELLS RE ALIGN THEMSELVES TO THE CLIMATE OF OUR CRAFT. DRINK THE ELEROLYTES FATHER AND I HAVE BESTOWED UPONE YOU. THEY WILL HELP YOU FEEL BETTER. PLEASE HAVE A ENERGY SUPPLIMENT IT WILL HELP EASE YOUR SUFFERING." A robotic voice echoes. His weary eyes scan his surroundings. Noticing others slowly rising from their own individual pods. Fumbling out of his pod he fights the urge to vomit again. His mind was hazy yet frantic. He needed to find her. His wife. Shadows of movement in the distance catch his attention. With what strength he can gather, he calls, " H-hello."

 

[Stricken Steel]

Adam could hear a man's voice call out from down the hall of these...Hibernation Pods. "H-Hello." He called, Those were his exact words. Adam stepped onto the floor and pushed himself out the edge of the pod. He had fallen and caught himself and pushed himself up slowly. Adam stood up straight and stretched his legs and arms and ended with cracking his neck. "Ahh...Much better..." He mumbled to himself. "Now to see who called out."
He passed a couple of Hibernation pods to spot an older man with glasses and streaks of white hair mixed in with black hair. Even though Adam was still quite weak he wanted to help the older man. "Sir..." Adam noticed his eyes were narrowing and darting to the pods around them, Meaning he was looking for something...or someone. "Who are you looking for?" Adam asked the man as the others slowly but surely rose out of their pods. He helped the older man stand up which was the least he could do for him.

 

[Owl Knight]

Atlus

code by pomme

After a few moments Atlus slowly rose from the pod. He was clothed in only a light t-shirt and a pair of short briefs. His bare feet tensed painfully at the cold metal deck plate. His legs felt incredibly stiff, almost as if the muscles had been still for days or weeks.

How had he gotten here?

The question hung over him, pleading for an answer. He felt as though the memory were there, but it was furtive, even fleeting. Try as he might he couldn't nail it down in his mind.

The room was a wide circular bay, with a ring of pods identical to the one from which he had arisen running along the perimeter. At the foot of each pod was a low freestanding bin.

He couldn't say how, but he knew there was something important in those bins.

All around the room, the pods hissed open and his fellow... Captives? Crewmates? He wasn't certain... were rising in what seemed to be various states of delirium.

Before he could cross to the bin at the foot of his own pod, the oblong window in the far wall caught his eye.

"Oh my God..."

Through the glass a vast sea of stars stretched out in an eternity of black. They were in space! This was a spaceship!

 

[EmmaWings]

Looking at the liquid they were given to consume, Emilia decided to start drink it and sipping on it. If they wanted to kill her, they would have done it already and it would definitely not be through a weird little drink. Besides, it might even help her headache like they said through the intercom. It smelled weird, that's for sure, but without hesitation Emilia continued the process and started to sit up again thinking what she was doing here and how she even got her in the first place. As she was stretching out her legs, she heard some noises outside her pod which made her question a couple things:

'Who was calling for help? Who is present at the end of the hallway?'

'Why would he need to be looking for someone at this moment in time?'

And as soon as Emilia saw someone running outside her pod towards the sound, she started to have even more questions

'How did he get out?'

'Is my pod open too?'

Emilia quickly fiddled with the buttons and managed to open her pod in some magical way she didn't know was even possible. As Emilia walked down towards the two people she had heard, she noticed a man who was still in his pod and....had no left arm. Well, it had been replaced by something Emilia had no idea of. He looked rather shocked or surprised to Emilia and there were two possible reasons for that. 'He either just found out he doesn't have a left arm since we all lost most of our memories, or he just noticed he is in space through his window.' Emilia started thinking. 'His liquid thing was empty which means he has been awake for a while now, which means he probably has already noticed his weird left arm...which means he was shocked by his location.' Emilia deducted.

Emilia looked across at his pod and mouthed something towards the man 'It's fine, we'll get out of this', she finished with a smile.

After a couple seconds she finally managed to reach the two men.

"H-Hi guys." Emilia smiled friendly whilst greeting them. "Do you guys need any help, or do any of you know what's going on here?" She offered her help whilst trying to get information herself.

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[Adobe]

Jessica let out a small sigh, rubbing her eyes as the quiet she had been enjoying was cut short. The sounds of others begining to stir from there pods replacing the ships gentle hum. At this point, she had recovered to point where the only discomfort she could feel was her rather sore joints. Getting to her feet, she stretched her arms out, looking down at the clothes she was wearing. The crimson stained top catching her eye as she looked besides her, watching with a cold expression as her fellow crew stumbled out into the open air.

Glancing towards her right, she spotted the crowd of now four people standing next to a pod. Shalikg her head, she steped towards them, becoming all to aware of her rather disheveled clothes as she stoped behind them. "You all just woken up too?" She asked, her voice soft and precise. She eyed the girl and the two men in front of her, pondering what they were all doing on this ship. "Rember anything, before waking up?" She continued.

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[Owl Knight]

Atlus

code by pomme

Atlus' head swam. The stars he could see through the window seemed to converge in on him in a cascade.

He ran a hand through a thick tangle of dark hair, an affectation from a life that he could not remember. As he lowered his hand a small orange flash caught his eye. Beneath the thin skin of his right wrist he saw a small pulsing like, like a miniature led. There was something embedded there, a chip or tracker of some kind.

He had to get into that bin. Something in there could explain all of this.

The other sleepers had begun to gather, but Atlus ignored them for the moment. It seemed as though they were just as confused as he was.

He knelt beside the bin. It clearly had a lid, but it was no immediately apparent how to get it open. He ran his intact hand over the smooth surface looking for a latch or trigger of some kind. He pulled his hand back suddenly as the chip embedded in his wrist vibrated lightly.

The bin, seemingly responding to the presence of the chip, chirped and glided open with the same pressurized hiss as the hibernation pod.

He did not know what he expected to see. But anything might have been less surprising than what he did encounter.

There was clothing, to begin with. A pair of spacer's boots in his shoe size, breeches with cargo pockets, a simple black shirt and a long white coat. The coat was a curiosity. In his head he immediately associated it with doctors and hospitals, but he could not say why.

It was beneath the coat that he found the final and most surprising item.

It was an arm.

Not an arm of flesh and bone, but a mechanical construction of titanium and carbon fiber. The item did not bear the same familiarity that the coat did.

Operating on breathless instinct, he lifted the mechanical arm to the titanium plug that capped the end of his bicep. There was a whir of servos and a locking click as the arm connected securely to its mounting point. He gritted his teeth as the arm connected. Somehow the device was wired into his nervous system. He could "feel" the prosthesis, though the sensations were strange and artificial. His already sensitive stomach threatened to rile again.

There was nothing else in the bin. No ID, no answers, just more questions.

"THAT IS A PROTOTYPE CADUCEUS MODEL MEDI-PROSTHETIC, DR. VERIDIAN. INFORMATION ON ITS MANY FUNCTIONS CAN BE FOUND IN THE CENTRAL DATABANK".

It was the same voice, feminine, maternal, but somehow unsettling in its molifying tone.

"Check your wrists," Atlus croaked. His throat was raw from vomiting and dry from who knows how much lack of use. "The chip there might open the bin by your pod."

 

[Stricken Steel]

Adam waved to the first girl and answered with, "No...Not really. I woke up like the others," Then the other girl came over and asked If anyone remembered anything. "Nope...Or wait. Yes...I...I'm not sure If It was me or not...But the young kid playing video-games..." Adam's memory of the dream was still fuzzy and he had trouble remembering anything from the past.
The man with the cap on his arm had attached a Prosthetic arm he had pulled from a shiny rectangular bin he had opened. After hearing something about a 'chip' in his wrists he began to worry as he examined his hands and wrists...Then he looked at his watch. "I see..." He mumbled to himself as he tapped the screen and the screen lit up with different choices: A 'Playlist' option, a 'Virtual-Interfaces' option, and an option for 'files'. Adam walked over back to his pod and kneeled down and swiped his wrist-watch in front of the electronic lock.
A small clicking sound and a buzzing sound came from the lock, Then the bins' lid flew open revealing what was inside. A mechanic's jumpsuit with a pair of white socks and polished black leather boots was the clothing inside. The jumpsuit was seemingly made of a fabric containing a thin layer of kevlar, polyester, and a soft layer of silk on the most inner layer, as It also had brown leather gloves with an outer layer of rubber. The suit was grey but also seemingly from the future as well, which he soon slipped into. A toolbox coated in chrome paint and an earpiece remained inside the bin.
Adam picked up the earpiece and examined it closely noticed it was as small as an earbud and seemingly made up of clear plastic with Nanotech inside. He put it in his ear and as almost as that happened It connected automatically to his watch. "Connection with Watch Established." A metallic voice spoke softly. He picked up his Toolbox and examined what was inside as the others conversed meters from him.

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[Owl Knight]

Atlus

code by pomme

Atlus dressed hurriedly. The clothes fit perfectly, as though they had been made for him. They were clearly new, but the folds felt stiff, and they were very cold, as if the bins were climate controlled in some way.

He left the white coat in the bin. Something about it made him uncomfortable.

He approached the group that was gathering at one end of the chamber.

"Does anyone know where we are?"

 

[Lunchbox]

HUNTER
​

The young man approaches Hunter tenderly, making him feel like he was about ninety years old, and his raspy voice uttered something of a thank you. Upon asking who he was searching for, he snaps a quick response, "My wife. " The words came out as if speaking of a ghost. Taking a side glance at the young man before him, it appears he was feeling equal as ill. Eventually, more of them gather. One woman, who asked if there was anything she could do to help. She seemed sweet and very young. Another young woman approaches asking similar questions and equally as confused. More concerning, her clothes were covered in blood. His stomach sank. Soon realizing everyone had woken up the same way but none of them made a mention of seeing any others. More questions are asked, and someone mentioned chips under their wrists. Hunter instinctively looked down at his own. Watching in awe as other bins were open. Gadgets were played with. Eventually, someone asked the question that was on everyone's minds. " You all just woken up too? Remember anything, before waking up?" The young woman seemed direct like she knew what she wanted to know. Hunter shook his head in response. One of the other men reiterated the question. "Anyone know where we are?" Hunter shook his head again feeling his emotions bubble.

Finding his voice and gave a somewhat disgruntled response. "Well, we are floating in space, we are all collected together in this fucking place, it appears all of us have shit and pissed ourselves silly." Shaking his head, he runs a sweaty hand through his hair. "Sorry-sorry." Hunter stretches his muscles that ached like no other. "Listen, I just need to find my wife. That's all I care about in this present moment. Maybe we should check to see who's survived this... whatever it is."

(edited slightly for appropriate order of interaction sorry lol lets try this tagging thing out I like it )@ Stricken Steel , helping him out of the pod Adobe , he's noticed the blood and is concerned,

 

[EmmaWings]

Emilia looked at everyone's faces after another girl had joined the group, everyone was just as clueless as she was and yet she wasn't surprised. She listened to everyone questions and thought about it carefully. If none of them knew what was going on, then there must be someone who does and it will just be a matter of time before all of them know as well. It was this thought that Emilia wanted to get across to the group: 'Guys~ , let's try not to look for answers right now, we will know soon.' She smiled friendly again, sounding like she knew the plan. 'Let's try and help this man find his wife shall we?' Emilia continued and suggested another plan instead.

'Don't worry, we'll find her' Emilia reassured the man they had just met who looked rather worried.

'How does she look like? And do you remember if she got onto the ship too?' Emilia started asking, using her detective mind again.

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[Adobe]

"She's probably dead." Jessica said, turning to look at the man being held up on the floor. Her eyes were rather cold as she pondered the situation in her head. The girl was right, they didn't need to know the answers to how or why the were here. What they did need to know was how long they would be able to stay 'here' for. She felt the old blood on her shirt, the deep red stain ingrained into the fabric. "We need to find a map, maybe an interface panel or something." She said, looking around the walls of the room they were in. Stepping away from the group to go check her own bin, rubbing her wrist. She didn't have a chip implanted there, as she already had one stuck in her head to begin with.

As the lid of the bin clicked open, Jessica let out a small grin, reaching down and pulling out the clothes that lay in there. It was military, that she could tell from an instant. Pushing aside the black gear, she noticed what lay beneath them. It was a gun, no, a stun gun. Wrapping her fingers around the grip, she felt a sharp pain the the back of her head as the chip whirled into action. She knew this feeling too well. Concealing the pistol onto her clothing, she steped back towards the group, still looking around for a panel.

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[Stricken Steel]

Adam picked up his toolbox and walked back to where the others were. "If I can get...Those AIs to tell us how many Light Years we are from Earth I can find out how many miles we are from Earth. Because a Light-Year...Is about Six-Trillion miles..." He stopped himself as he noticed what he just said.
"What...The...Hell...Did I just say?" He asked himself as a memory flashed in his mind.
'..." Ahh...Systems are now balancing." A robotic-like human said as Adam pulled a small Screwdriver from the back of Its metal head. "You should be good now, Tell me if anything is wrong." Adam said as he sat the screwdriver down and quickly picked up his Holo-tablet. He started working on some Math, Which was going to help code a future project. "I...I feel...Much better!" The robot now stood up and turned to Adam...'
Adam pulled a hand up to his forehead as pain burst throughout his head. "...Am I some sort...Of Computer Robotics expert?" He asked as he looked up towards the others.

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[Owl Knight]

Atlus

code by pomme

Atlus watched as the woman with the rusty bloodstain on her shirt secreted something inside her jacket. Her pod was adjacent to his, but her back was turned just enough that he couldn't see what it was. He supposed it might not be his business. Nonetheless he noted her furtive motion as he closed the bin, leaving the doctor's coat inside. As far as he could tell, no one knew what they were doing in this...place?...Station?...Ship? But someone somewhere knew what was going on and he was beginning to wonder if one of his pod-mates might be hiding a piece of critical information.

"Calm down, why are you always so cynical?"

The memory of a voice cut through the fog in his mind like a hot knife. The voice, half remembered carried a load of regret and pain.

Who was that?

A name hovered just in the periphery of his mind. it was an important name, he was sure, but try as he might he could not bring it to the conscious part of his mind.

He shook his head as if that might shake the cobwebs lose. What was all this? Why did he feel so unfamiliar with everything? Even his own body?

Cerebral disconnect, indicative of extended hypersleep. Symptoms include temporary memory loss, muscle stiffness, nausea, headaches, loss of sense of familiarity with one's own body.

A different voice. His own? Someone else's? He couldn't say. Maybe he was a doctor.

He turned to the woman in the bloodstained shirt. An instinct whos origin he could not identify told him that blood was not hers.

"Are you alright?" He asked. "There's blood on your shirt."

Adobe