N-81 pointed to the limp figure he had just pulled out of the crater. He could not see the figure’s face, for his or her helmet’s sun visor was down. “Who is that?”
“What’s it to you?”
“Please. I am only here to help.” The girl pondered this for a moment, then conceded begrudgingly.
“Blake. We call him Boomer though. He’s my brother.”
“Cannot compute. For what reason do you call him ‘Boomer’?”
“It’s a nickname. He was a miner in charge of demolitions.”
“I see. My handler, Captain Amberson, referred to me as ‘Nate’. She explained to me that it was a ‘joke’. Something about the ‘N’ and the ‘8’ in my designation. However, my programming does not extend to the understanding of humor. I will log passenger in my databanks as ‘Boomer’…task complete. Subject identity is now ‘Boomer’.”
“…oooo-kay…” she said hesitantly, a little bewildered by her new cybernetic acquaintance.
“What is your designation, passenger?”
“Essa.”
“Another nickname?”
“No. Just Essa.”
“Confirmed. Searching passenger databanks. Subject located. Passenger 187924. Subject identity ‘Essa’. No last name on file. No criminal record. No known fami-“
“That’s enough!” she exclaimed, “you don’t have to announce my entire life to everyone here!”
“Apologies…”
“You’re not sorry!”
“Correct. I cannot feel empathy, however, I am programmed to simulate it.”
“It’s not the same…”
“How so?”
“Emotion can’t be…simulated…it just…it can only be felt.”
“I’m not sure I understand…”
“Never mind, it’s too complex for you…” she dismissed it with a shake of her head and a wave of her hand. A footstep behind him made N-81 whirl around. Essa took this chance to retreat to her brother and her friend. Four more suited figures stood in front of N-81.
“We know what you are rust bucket,” the first one cut him off, her sun visor down so her face was concealed. “The only question I have is why are we here?” She brushed past him. She was much taller than Essa, and clearly much older.
“Please, excuse Ms. Sweetcrazy, she’s not quite herself at the moment…” one of the figures walking behind her said apologetically. The other two figures followed but did not even look at N-81.
“Anyone here seen Andrew?!” Two new suited figures walked up to the group. They had their visors up. The first one, who had spoken, had a small skull tattoo over one eye. The second was quiet, and looked them all over suspiciously with dark green eyes.
“Who is that and why should I care?!” the passenger referred to as “Ms. Sweetcrazy” demanded.
“I told you to call me Agent Ultra! It’s so much cooler!” A clearly younger figure ran out of the woods to them.
“Andrew-“
“Agent Ultra!”
“Ultra Agent”
“No, no, ‘Agent Ultra’! It sounds better!”
“Fine! ‘Agent Ultra’! What did Mum tell you about running off!?” The boy was silent. “That’s what I thought!”
“Yeah kid go running back to your mummy! Little goon!” Ms. Sweetcrazy sneered.
“Hey, you can’t call my brother that!” Skull-eye retorted.
“Hey!” It was third figure in Essa’s party that had spoken this time. “I hate to break up the argument here, but in case you guys haven’t noticed, we’re stranded! Now are we just gonna stand around and yell at each other, or are we gonna bricking do something about it?!” The crowd was silent. The figure threw a small metal axe to N-81. “Come on tin can, lets go get wood.”
Greetings all, and welcome to No Gravity... This is an original story inspired in part by a video game called “Lone Echo” (Disclaimer! Lone Echo is rated T. I do not own nor claim ownership of the game.) The story is a futuristic dystopia set in space. I am looking forward to writing this story very soon!
-Nexo81 (if you would like a part, request one!) (Check out the trailers!) #NoGravityNoLimits
Never played it. But then again, I've only really played like 6 videogames ever.
I haven’t played it either... It’s a VR game so I can’t play it. However, i have watched walkthroughs. That counts...right?
Oooh, love it so far! This is the first MB story that I CON remember having a robot as an MC!
Thank you! Really? Interesting! This is actually a major first for me. This is the first story I have ever written to have a more touching yet heart wrenching theme. My first story from a robot’s POV. My first story that is survival based. Yeah...lots a firsts...
*Reads new parts* Very well done! Aww, and I'm in in too. Thank you. :3 It's funny how you cast sweets as older than me. XD That should make very interesting dynamics. Once again, good job!
*Reads new parts* Very well done! Aww, and I'm in in too. Thank you. :3 It's funny how you cast sweets as older than me. XD That should make very interesting dynamics. Once again, good job!
Thank you! You’re welcome! What, is she not? I don’t know anyone’s ages on here, but I can roughly guess Con’s. (Given the fact that he’s in college now, i’d say...roughly 19-21. Somewhere in that range.) I mean, i know Ultraagent13’s not a little kid, but I cast him as one, to explain the nickname of Agent Ultra (no offense ultra, your name rocks!) XD Besides, in the story Sweet’s probably gonna be...ehhh...some where around the 25-30 range. XD Once again, thank you!
Oooh, love it so far! This is the first MB story that I CON remember having a robot as an MC!
Thank you! Really? Interesting! This is actually a major first for me. This is the first story I have ever written to have a more touching yet heart wrenching theme. My first story from a robot’s POV. My first story that is survival based. Yeah...lots a firsts...
Breaking new ground, I like it. Love the new parts!
Thank you! Really? Interesting! This is actually a major first for me. This is the first story I have ever written to have a more touching yet heart wrenching theme. My first story from a robot’s POV. My first story that is survival based. Yeah...lots a firsts...
Breaking new ground, I like it. Love the new parts!
Yeah. TO THE NEW FRONTIER! Thank you!
I can neither CONfirm nor deny that you may or may not be in the next chapter...just sayin’...