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savetheearth2013-07-01 12:17 am
argents) wrote in savetheearth2013-07-01 12:17 am
003 — handwritten [graph paper]
[ July 1st.
This time, Banagher's number is copied down on graph paper. What appears isn't anything handwritten, but a rough technical sketch. An empty jumpseat of some kind, crowned by three screens and what looks like an impossibly advanced panoramic HUD. The rest is left sparsely detailed — no buttons, concrete controls, or clues as to what this cockpit (what else could it be?) belongs to. Save for the odd one-on-one occasion, he's been tight-lipped about what exactly has splashed itself uninvited across his memories, never knowing for sure what to trust when it came to himself. Never quite believing he could have been this... thing's pilot.
Off to the side, around some messy notes, is a scrawled out line of text in another language: À mon seul désir. There's a poetic ring to it, nearly romantic.
It's odd, placed next to a piece of technology so futuristic. ]
It's weird. I had to wrack my brain to remember this thing enough to put it on paper, even if I can't forget it. [ A pause, possibly to tap his pencil. ] If you asked any kid when they were younger what they wanted for their birthday, a giant robot probably ranked pretty high, right? Not so much when you're 18, though. When things like this aren't even supposed to be real...
[ Let alone crazy brain powers. At least he was getting used to those. And more importantly: ]
...it could have come with a better name.
[ Which he is hoping like hell wasn't his doing. ]
This time, Banagher's number is copied down on graph paper. What appears isn't anything handwritten, but a rough technical sketch. An empty jumpseat of some kind, crowned by three screens and what looks like an impossibly advanced panoramic HUD. The rest is left sparsely detailed — no buttons, concrete controls, or clues as to what this cockpit (what else could it be?) belongs to. Save for the odd one-on-one occasion, he's been tight-lipped about what exactly has splashed itself uninvited across his memories, never knowing for sure what to trust when it came to himself. Never quite believing he could have been this... thing's pilot.
Off to the side, around some messy notes, is a scrawled out line of text in another language: À mon seul désir. There's a poetic ring to it, nearly romantic.
It's odd, placed next to a piece of technology so futuristic. ]
It's weird. I had to wrack my brain to remember this thing enough to put it on paper, even if I can't forget it. [ A pause, possibly to tap his pencil. ] If you asked any kid when they were younger what they wanted for their birthday, a giant robot probably ranked pretty high, right? Not so much when you're 18, though. When things like this aren't even supposed to be real...
[ Let alone crazy brain powers. At least he was getting used to those. And more importantly: ]
...it could have come with a better name.
[ Which he is hoping like hell wasn't his doing. ]
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You're tempting fate. With our collective luck, a unicorn is going to show up on here and see you dissing on it.
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I mean just for the record...
But I'm more worried about the robot itself showing up here.
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good luck hiding that. ]
Bet the secret service would scoop it up before you even got a chance to drive it. Serious, though, that would be pretty damn awesome. Like that fake robot 10 ft high in Japan. [ he doesn't actually know how tall it is. ]
BUT IT MOVES.
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Right? No matter what things are like right now, I can't imagine something like that just appearing in the middle of the city.
Plus, I don't even know what any of those buttons do.
[ Two words: collateral damage. ]
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One of them has to be a laser beam. Even better if it shoots from the horn. Your gatling guns will fire galvanized sprinkles.
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It's too much to hope for no mega hyper rainbow cannons, isn't it.
[ His fate: resigned. ]
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[ because rainbow cannons, COME ON. ]
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Now I just wonder if sprinkles are dangerous to aliens.
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I was referring to our alien enemies of course.
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Of course!