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 Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 4:42 pm
Updates______________ ___ __ _
-[5.30.07]- Disk 1 received.
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Ignore the dust - it's my very cluttered mind manifested in textual form and working as I usually do; from a rough sketch.
Navigation______________ ___ __ _
I. Introduction, Updates & Navigation
II. Meet the girl: An introduction to Audryn
III. Meet the mayhem: An introduction to the .exe
IV. Their history: A calendar
V. Other noteworthy entities: Friends, foes, and NPCs.
VI. Bulletin board: "Notes to self" and the like
VII. Reserved
VIII. Reserved
IX. Reserved
X. Reserved
Please do not post without permission (unless, of course, you're Ghost)
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 4:43 pm
Name: Audryn Jane Smith
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 110 lbs
Eyes: Violet
Hair: It changes, and often
Occupation: Unemployed
Personality: ...
Biography: ...
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 5:06 pm
Name: Spade
Gender: Female
Morph: standard.exe
Personality: ...
Biography: ...
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 5:09 pm
6.02 :: Spade is activated.
5.30 :: THE STORY BEGINS!
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 5:15 pm
For friends and foe and everything in between.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 5:18 pm
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 5:21 pm
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 5:22 pm
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 5:23 pm
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 5:24 pm
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 12:52 pm
Genesis
{In later days, Audryn - though always the secularist - might have considered it a manifestation of destiny - a very tangible one, at that. For now, however, she regarded it as a stroke of magnificent, if spontaneous luck; a paradoxical introduction to a lifelong friend.}
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It's a sad truth, that cliché about poor college students. We are broke, you know. Miserably, horribly stu-effin'-pendously broke, nevermind that we have a thousand-and-one things to buy. Food, for example. And other such necessities.
.exe do not generally fall under the category of "absolutely vital for human life," and thus are not included in my budget. It's unfortunate, really; we had one back home - an older model, mind, but he was useful company. God knows I could use some company here myself.
Anyway, my discovery today might nullify this all - provided, of course, that I've correctly identified my treasure. There's always the chance that it's not... well. I don't want to be too pessimistic, here. Without beating around the bush any more than I already have:
I've found a disk, and I have reason to suspect it's a .exe disk.
It's ironic how I found it, actually. I wouldn't have been in that particular alley if I hadn't just lost a bet (terribly, might I add), which isnt a very lucky position to be in. This compounded by the fact that I was half-naked at the time, having lost my favorite jacket and shirt to to the same blasted bet. At this point, justifiably acid thoughts were sparring sharply through my mind, an incessant monologue something like this:
"Idiot, Audryn. You're a huge, whopping idiot. What now, genius? What are you going to lose next, hm? Or would you rather skip the middleman and just give away your house, hm?"
As though to add insult to injury (or the other way around, I suppose), someone from one of the windows above told me (in colorful, but certain terms) to kindly shut up, and apparently chucked the nearest piece of garbage at my head.
I was on the verge of telling the jerk to mind his own damn business, it was my problem if I was talking to myself and no one had invited him to eavesdrop anyway, when I realized exactly what it was that had been thrown at me.
There is very little difference between a normal floppy disk and one which potentially contains a .exe; so little a difference, in fact, that unless you happen to be very in to computers (guilty), you probably wouldn't be able to tell. This disk is a little beat up, so it's a bit tougher to differentiate - particularly in a dark alley. Ignoring my partial nudity, I darted home, the better to start examining the thing.
I haven't activated it yet, because I haven't decided whether or not I'm sure it's a .exe disk, and considering my recent streak of abysmal luck, I'm not really up for more disappointment. But I am confident in my technological abilities, so I think I've recognized the disk for what it is... Regardless, it remains on my desk at home until I can gather up the courage to go and - well - "try my luck," as they say.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:20 pm
Background
{She had spent the morning reading up on .exe, for all that she promised herself she wouldn't let her hopes be needlessly risen. She had also taken to bringing the disk along with her wherever she went. Regardless, no matter that it was on her person whenever she passed by The Factory, she conveniently "forgot" to pop in. That's just how she was.
Having spent a good portion of her life wholeheartedly devoted to electronics of all kinds (and in fact currently working on a degree in Electrobiological Science), the biological-computer hybridity of the .exe fascinated her, though it wasn't their near-human AI that interested her as much as their confirmed ability to "morph," as it were. This was a prospect she had not previously heard of, and the idea sent her imagination into a frenzy (which she quickly quelled).
She also had not realized how old the .exe - as a product - were. She had unearthed scant, annotated production records from Fissure dating back a few decades, though they mentioned that .exe had been chugging down the assembly lines as much as a century before. With this discovery came brief statistics; the fact that .exe production had dropped in recent years didn't escape her, though she couldn't rationalize the information. The best she could come up with was the idea that maybe supply had outstripped demand, and people simple didn't want any more .exe.
Glancing hopefully at her disk, Audryn pondered why that might be.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 5:29 pm
Introduction
Well, I did it. After vacillating on the idea for several days now, I finally got over myself and took that damn disk in to be activated.
And would you believe it, it actually was a .exe. She's curled up at my feet, even as we speak; a right pretty thing, with silver-white fur, and gorgeous gray-and-red markings. As a quaint tip-of-the-hat, if you will, towards the unlucky bet that got me here (and also because she has a diamond mark atop her head), I've named her Spade.
I don't know who's in a greater state of shock, now that she's here; me for having found her, or her for having come to life. Regardless... it's nice having her around. We did our wary introductions, but I still know very little about her.
We'll see what happens the more I get to know her, I suppose.
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So this is alive.
She introduced herself as 'Audryn,' and told me that I'm 'Spade.' I hadn't known that before, but it's not a terrible name; I don't mind keeping it. When we were walking back to her house, she told me the story of how she found me - it is pretty funny, I'll admit. I noticed that she didn't use words like "Fate," or "Destiny," but I can't help but wonder - what with coincidences like that, and the way I feel - so happy, even just being curled up at her feet - if maybe it's something like that.
Or maybe it's the bond that's hardcoded in to me; I can't know.
But this is alive, and that is Audryn, and for now, that's all I want.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 5:34 am
First
As mentioned, I had taken to carrying the disk with me wherever I went, just in case I was ever struck with some feeling of incredible luck. After the third day of apprehensive anticipation, however - and my fourth faux-casual stroll past the Factory - I caved. There was no glamorous revelation, no bright epiphany, just a snapping of nerves. I had to know what, if anything, was in this disk, and I had to know now.
I strode defiantly in to the Factory, earning no few glances for my monologue, muttered in viscious undertones.
"Auryn, you are ridiculous. How could you have let this idiocy go on for so long? You should have gotten this over with ages ago... holding on to the thing isn't going to make it any likelier that there's a .exe in it. Save yourself some worry and find out now!"
This was, of course, necessary; someone had to be my moral support, after all, and seeing as there was no one there but me, I played the part. Without it, I doubt I would have gotten to the machine for a week or more. Now that I stood in front of the thing, I had no choice - though I wished everyone would stop staring. It would be quite humiliating to have the disk turn out to be a normal floppy.
Whatever; I'd find out soon enough.
"Here goes nothing," I muttered to myself, feeding the disk in to the machine.
With each mechanical whirr emitted, my hopes rose. Finally, when I thought I couldn't handle any more tension, something happened: The machine spat my disk on to the floor.
My heart plummeted, and a burning flush crept up my n3eck. So it wasn't a .exe after all. How embarassing.
As I was considering the best way to leave without earning any more blasted stares, the disk flashed brightly and appeared to split around the seams.
"What on earth!?" I couldn't help but yelp. The man beside the machine - a metal Fissure pin clearly denoting his position as Factory technician - smiled sagely. Clearly my reaction was not as uncommon as I thought.
Small, brightly lit particles began to diffuse from the broken seam, and after a few seconds, they resolved themselves in to a new shape. As the edges became cripser, I held my breath - for the were taking on the appearance of a dog-like creature.
Not a minute later, a full-formed .exe stood in front of me, the disk having disappeared without a trace.
Intelligence gleamed behind money-green eyes; whether artificial or not, she - for it was definitely a she - posessed an incredible amount of character. Her fur was silver-white, patterned like gauntlets in a darker grey on her forelegs. A red diamond sat on her brow, and her incredibly fluffy tail was marked over with shades of grey and red - a Casinoesque ensemble if I had ever seen one. Despite the alluringly sweet look on her face, there was an air of mischeif about her. Suitable, considering how I got ahold of her.
I thought back to several nights priopr, to the unlucky cards that won her to me. The diamond marking atop her forehead helped to yield her christening: "Spade." I said simply.
Her ears twitched.
"Your name is Spade," I repeated. She nodded once, tongue lolling doggedly out of her maw.
"And you?" She responded, clearly amused by my startled reaction. I had not expected an intelligent response so early.
"Audryn." I responded.
"Audryn." She repeated with a nod.
"Well... shall we go, then?" I asked tentatively, leading the way from the Factory. The sound of her nailes clicking on pavement was comforting as we made our way home together.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 5:38 am
Mistake
Sometimes I wonder how I've actually gotten this far in life; I can be such a dolt.
I sent Spade out to grab some food without ever once mentioning what I wanted and where to get it. And she's such a quiet sweetheart she didn't even bother to ask; just took to the streets.
This was some while ago, too. I was so busy writing up this damned paper that it didn't even occur to me until now that she's essentially flying blind. I have no doubt she'll be able to retun home no problem - I'm just afraid that she won't bother until she gets me something to eat, first. Which could take a while.
I suppose it's a good thing I live right on the main strip (even though rent costs me an arm and a leg, jeez) - there's plenty of food stores available here. I wonder if she'll have trouble trying to decide on one though... oh well.
If it gets to be too late, I'll just go out and look for her myself.
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