About Lurker
Greetings. I am Lurker-genX2. I am an informational android, in charge of categorizing, storing, and protecting any and all information put in my care at any cost.
I am skilled with a rifle and at hand to hand combat, as my strength is thrice that of a human, despite what my stature may suggest (totally only 5'0"
wink . The horns come in useful, too.
My information is precious to me, and any seeking to disrupt it--be it for their own gain or for others--will face me, and I will do my best to make sure they do not get to tell the tale.
Recently I have undergone upgrades. My creator seems to have become more comfortable in his methods of sending me back and forth from my world to this one, which is a comfort. It is...nice to have him to fallback on.
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My jobs are rarely eventful, but occasionally something noteworthy happens. It shall go here.
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Her flat voice cut through, and then, he had visions. An entire journal of life on Earth in her time - and all of it looking very, very bleak. He watched silently, not moving a muscle as he observed all the horrors. What surprised him were the methods being used. Such brutality, such unstable technology that could only make all of that go wrong. While Earth had advanced a great deal by that point, it still wasn't quite up to par with what he was used to. The Doctor held his tongue and continued watching the events unfold, taking notes of what Lurker was saying in the background. The way she was so ... bored, for lack of a better word, he supposed - the way she sounded so bored surprised him, but at the same time, not.
The gladiator matches ... he could only hide his disgust with something so barbaric. Those experiments and results were a waste of resources and time. But he had no time to focus on that.
He felt his hearts wretch at the sight of such a barren Earth. Despite being near a third-rate star, the C-level planet had a certain charm to it that he came to love. Here, it was swept away. Nothing but deserts with tumbleweeds to 'accent' it. His jaw clenched when the black came, obscuring his vision ...
And then, once again, her voice.
"Yes," he replied simply. The Doctor then removed the visor, offering it to her carefully. Once again, he took a glance at her face, and noted the lack of eyes. He understood, most definitely -
All the same, it was an odd sight to see. "How long has it been like this?"
And an attack! *tackle*
YOU NEED TO DUCK AND COVER
THE KRAKEN IS COMING AND HE WANTS TO PLAY