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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/25/2017 5:47:06 AM
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They walk until they reach a bar on the other side of the courtyard. "I know a couple of the guys here, they recommended I try the food." he said. He chose a table and sat down, waiting for Mark to accompany him. He gestured for a server who came and left them with 2 menus.
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The Hunter pulled down the hood of his cloak, and took off his helmet. Mark was an Exo-- a robot with human memories and emotions. He was once human. But now, he was a collection of mechanisms, plating, and paint. [spoiler]http://i.imgur.com/TXtNXPW.jpg[/spoiler]
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Edited by BondyMilk: 5/25/2017 3:40:01 PM[spoiler]Cylus is a cross between these two suits https://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/arkhamcity/images/e/ea/Red_Hood_Story_Pack_4.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160229015559 http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/arkhamcity/images/5/52/Red_Hood-Arkhamverse.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150709075119 [/spoiler] "Huh," Cylus says upon looking at Mark. "That would explain the -54 in your name. So are you some sort of A.I. too?" he asks, removing his hood and helmet.
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"I was human. Now all my memories, and thoughts have been put into this robot body. That happened centuries ago..." Mark explained.
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"Ah, not artificial intelligence, but an uploaded conscious. Fascinating." Cylus says. He gestures for the waiter and ordered a drink, then looked to Mark. "What'll you be having?"
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"I can drink, but I can't eat. So I'll take a cold beer."
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"So how does that work?" Cylus asks, raising his brow "How can an exo like yourself taste or even digest fluids like beer?
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"I have no idea..." Mark said.
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"Interesting." Cylus notes. "So Mark, what's your story?"
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"It's a long story," Mark replied. "You always say, the longer the story, the more interesting," Havoc chided. The Exo sighed, "Okay. So my story begins, well with me dead."
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"Hey" Cylus says with a smile. "I've been there, cheers to that!" he chuckles
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"Anyway... this AI," Mark said gesturing to Havoc, "Revived me. It was on.... Dang it, where was it?" "Mars," the Ghost said, "Mars, in Freehold."
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"Mars? Huh, back on Earth we'd been trying to colonize for years. I wonder how it's going back there..."
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"In our timeline, we had colonized it, the Moon, and Venus, within decades after the Traveler arrived," Havoc said. "Now, since humanity is close to extinction, it's all in one City. The rest of the system's colonies in ruins," Mark said.
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"Yeah, that is definitely different from my earth. I assume with vast colonization came unforseen threats? New species, new enemies?"
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"Yep. Four of them Traveled to the System," Mark said, "For the past 18 years, I have been fighting them. But the fight spans centuries."
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"Sounds rough." Cylus comments as he takes a drink of his beer. 'How many of you guys are there? Fighters, I mean." he asks.
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"In our timeline, over a thousand."
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"Honorable." Cylus says. "And what are you in all of this?" he asks
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"I have many titles. Hunter. Scout. Sniper, former Vanguard Mentor," Mark replied. The Exo could list on.
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"That's quite a reputation you've got there. Back on earth most called me nothing more than a vigilante. Some called me a hero. I just liked to believe I was doing some good back there."
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"We do the best we can. Fighting the Darkness. Reclaiming old tech. Anything to protect the Last of Humanity," Mark said, heaving a deep sigh.
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Cylus watches as Mark's tone changes. "It seems like a handful. No, that's an understatement..." he says. "I wouldn't know how you'd do it.'
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"There's also over thousands of us. And thousands more to be awakened by our AIs," Mark said, "Keep in mind that you befriended one."
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"And back to the A.I.s" Cylus says. "How do yours work, with the physical form and all?" he asks. "You see, mine, who I call Q, is stuck in the confines of my helmet. I've been trying to figure out a way to create something in the likes of yours."`
