Lunatic Retard Robots
15-10-2003, 01:01
TIME MAY CHANGE ME, BUT I CAN'T TRACE TIME!
A loud voice reverberated through the hull of the LRRSV Homeguy, the most randomly named ship in the fleet. It was the AI, and it was singing various bowie numbers. There was another sound. It was R-489, the ship's maintainance robot, synthesizing instrumentals. This pair had gone the past two years in much the same fashion, ever since they both gained a sense of humor when a careless techincian spilled his coffe on the AI's emotion circuts. R-489 had been pugged into the AI's data transfer port when it happened, so he also went quite insane. The ship was on a mission, although neither knew what. The only people who knew what was going on were in the sleeper pods in the ship's cargo bay. There was one other, John Rolfe, but he was also insane, and as enthralled in the endless jam session as the two electronic entities. He had entered the ship after it launched as a backup technitian, but two sleepless years had left him totally inept. Currently, the custom-built frigate was orbiting the solar system like a comet. And they didn't know that it was carrying enough weapons to arm a rebellion and a half. The lack of rear view mirrors prevented them from seeing the insane number of barges which they towed. And even better, all the music they play is boradcasted over the radio waves for anyone in a million-mile radius to hear, making them into prime targets for raiders and pirates.
(OCC: This is a golden oppourunity for any rebels out there. Just capture some stuff from three insane guys. Should be easy.)
:D
A loud voice reverberated through the hull of the LRRSV Homeguy, the most randomly named ship in the fleet. It was the AI, and it was singing various bowie numbers. There was another sound. It was R-489, the ship's maintainance robot, synthesizing instrumentals. This pair had gone the past two years in much the same fashion, ever since they both gained a sense of humor when a careless techincian spilled his coffe on the AI's emotion circuts. R-489 had been pugged into the AI's data transfer port when it happened, so he also went quite insane. The ship was on a mission, although neither knew what. The only people who knew what was going on were in the sleeper pods in the ship's cargo bay. There was one other, John Rolfe, but he was also insane, and as enthralled in the endless jam session as the two electronic entities. He had entered the ship after it launched as a backup technitian, but two sleepless years had left him totally inept. Currently, the custom-built frigate was orbiting the solar system like a comet. And they didn't know that it was carrying enough weapons to arm a rebellion and a half. The lack of rear view mirrors prevented them from seeing the insane number of barges which they towed. And even better, all the music they play is boradcasted over the radio waves for anyone in a million-mile radius to hear, making them into prime targets for raiders and pirates.
(OCC: This is a golden oppourunity for any rebels out there. Just capture some stuff from three insane guys. Should be easy.)
:D