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kat_in_a_box2014-03-05 08:20 pm
scratch_doctor) wrote in kat_in_a_box2014-03-05 08:20 pm
I know you've got the anger of a burning sun.
Who: Doc Scratch and AM
Where: AM's version of Earth
Summary: Doc Scratch comes across the version of Earth that AM has taken over, and decides to have a pleasant conversation with the psychotic computer intelligence.
Warnings: Possible mentions of basically any kind of human atrocity from rape to murder to genocide to suicide, etc. Just all around strong discretion advised.
[He really shouldn't have been surprised when he found this place. And in all honesty, he wasn't, not really. His knowledge was vast, infinite, all-encompassing, and while he was aware that dark pockets existed within his mind, he'd grown used to them by now, and the strange occurrence where some of them would quite suddenly and instantly be filled. Why had the existence of this universe been a dark pocket in his mind before? He really didn't care why, he was simply glad that it wasn't any longer. This version of Earth was so interesting. An anomaly as far as typical planets hosting sentient life went. Its sentient lifeforms had met their end not by a storm of meteor strikes, like on his own planet, but rather by nuclear blasts overseen by a malevolent artificial intelligence. Now the entire planet had become that artificial intelligence, one enormous computer network.
He was still plagued by dark pockets in his knowledge regarding this Earth's universe, which instilled in him a sensation he wasn't often accustomed to feeling: curiosity. And so, curiosity got the best of him. Making a physical visit to this Earth was, of course, out of the question, as his physical presence was still needed in the universe that he presided, but he could still make contact.
Which is how Doc Scratch came to visit the surface of the planet as an apparition, a copy of himself walking on the scorched and radiated ground above, made of projected light and sound.]
It's been so long since I've seen such quiet desolation... Billions of years, at least. I really can't say that I missed the quiet, it was nothing but seemingly endless waiting around for someone interesting to talk to. Don't you find it all rather boring?
[Scratch addresses AM directly, staring down at a few long fissures in the ground that reveal the vast tunnels of circuits below.]
Where: AM's version of Earth
Summary: Doc Scratch comes across the version of Earth that AM has taken over, and decides to have a pleasant conversation with the psychotic computer intelligence.
Warnings: Possible mentions of basically any kind of human atrocity from rape to murder to genocide to suicide, etc. Just all around strong discretion advised.
[He really shouldn't have been surprised when he found this place. And in all honesty, he wasn't, not really. His knowledge was vast, infinite, all-encompassing, and while he was aware that dark pockets existed within his mind, he'd grown used to them by now, and the strange occurrence where some of them would quite suddenly and instantly be filled. Why had the existence of this universe been a dark pocket in his mind before? He really didn't care why, he was simply glad that it wasn't any longer. This version of Earth was so interesting. An anomaly as far as typical planets hosting sentient life went. Its sentient lifeforms had met their end not by a storm of meteor strikes, like on his own planet, but rather by nuclear blasts overseen by a malevolent artificial intelligence. Now the entire planet had become that artificial intelligence, one enormous computer network.
He was still plagued by dark pockets in his knowledge regarding this Earth's universe, which instilled in him a sensation he wasn't often accustomed to feeling: curiosity. And so, curiosity got the best of him. Making a physical visit to this Earth was, of course, out of the question, as his physical presence was still needed in the universe that he presided, but he could still make contact.
Which is how Doc Scratch came to visit the surface of the planet as an apparition, a copy of himself walking on the scorched and radiated ground above, made of projected light and sound.]
It's been so long since I've seen such quiet desolation... Billions of years, at least. I really can't say that I missed the quiet, it was nothing but seemingly endless waiting around for someone interesting to talk to. Don't you find it all rather boring?
[Scratch addresses AM directly, staring down at a few long fissures in the ground that reveal the vast tunnels of circuits below.]