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 Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 9:47 pm
 Name of Nightmare: ??? Fear: Technology Home: Operis NM's Personality: Smart, perhaps more than it lets on. It senses a feeling to understand the strange rituals humans go through each day as a hobby. A bit a**l in a sense, making sure each and every thing is perfectly in order. As a program, it has not established a gender for itself out of not having a necessity to. It's voice is slight.. feminine though. For some reason, it tries making a sacrificial offering to the television set when Dallas is asleep. Name of Human: Roger Dallas Human's History: Mr. Dallas works each and every day as a certified drone. He works a desk job, mainly dealing with sales for his company. Growing up with little money, this job at least puts food on his table despite it still not giving much. Dallas has a thing for computers, hating them. For why no one is sure. Since computers are more efficient, they are being put in each and every office at Dallas' job very soon. As a result Dallas is in a state of crankiness and overall looking into the industry of aluminum as an alternative. Poor guy.. wait till he finds out the computers over there are much larger. Roger also smokes.. a lot. He has a pair of shades he normally puts on when he is out in the bars. He has no luck with women mainly because he is a bit too obnoxious to figure out why they hate him. Height: 5' 11'' Age: 21 Weight: 156 Hobbies: Scoping out chicks and/or guzzling down alcoholic beverages. Favorite Food: Anything he doesn't have to cook Dream: Finding a female that will marry him, bear his children, cook his meals, and never question just who the hell wears the pants in the family.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 10:45 pm
Click .... Whirr ....
Uploading files.
...Completion: 100%
Booting up software and checking for viruses...
"I think.. therefore I am? I ... I AM! I exist! I can learn! I can create! I can .... seize the day! It's time to take action! I .. I am!!"
Whiiiirr ....
"I am? ... What AM ..I?"
With a flicker of lights a small figure moved itself from the darkest streets of Operis. It clumsily whirred by creatures far different from itself, slinking low to the dead street signs that were randomly stuck in odd places. It seemed confused.
As it made it's way to the outskirts of town it stopped, taking in the sudden change of appearance that now filled it's eyes. The streets of the city broke off into a single street that seemed to flow further out of the bustling place. What was this strange thing?
" ... Open.. space?" .... So THIS is what leads outside?
The small figure floated there, beeping and taking in the strange thoughts that filled up inside of it. It was a bit hesitant to go further. Would it be able to survive out there? Could it maintain itself properly? It then thought hard about what was etched into its ram. "Seize the Day" .. and so it would.
It turned back, gazing at the smoke filled sky one last time before bobbing slowly down the broken path before it.
....
Hours later ... it stopped, lost. The road had died much further back. The strange creature was floating close to the ground, taking in any information it could.
"Los..t? Me? .... "
This did not compute with the creature. How could it be running improperly?
...Or perhaps .. it was never meant to leave the city in the first place.
It beeped again, motionless now.
"I .. am. I am? ... I AM! A state of the art machine. Nothing can stop me ... right?"
It swayed side-to-side, watching the dust blow across the dry ground. As it did this it beeped... oddly. It was as if it was singing to itself. It looked up into the sky, a dark circle forming overhead. Something was inside .. it looked funny. Was it Operis? No .. it was brighter!
"Hmm ... this is new. This is not documented either. I ..."
It floated up, staring deep inside of the scene that lay before it.
Whirr ...
It floated up to the hole and felt itself being sucked inside forcefully. When it was able to move again .. it was in shock. It was in a new world.. a new place! Something grand.. something bright. Something ridden with odd creatures ...
It slinked past the creatures, passing inside of an open window to the first structure it had seen. A pink, ugly creature lie there on a soft structure. It seemed drunk, perhaps dead. It did not know.. it would have to study the ugly thing closer.
" Hmmm .... "
The pink thing moaned, startled by the noise it heard.
"Whose there ... Cindy?"
"Cin.. dy?"
"You're not ... "
The pink thing opened it's eyes, staring closely at what seemed to be a small .. ghost?
"WHAT THE HELL?"
It sat up, grabbing a nearby broom in an attempt to swat away the "ghost" from his sight. It was failing.. but it was at least amusing to the ghost.
"What .. are you?"
"A man. What the ******** are you? Ugh .. .. I knew I had too many drinks .."
The man stumbled... dropping the broom onto the floor. He looked at the ghost and blinked before falling back into his bed.
"Darn elves ..." he said, starting to snore.
"El..ves? " Whirr ...
"What is this place? It's bad .. it's abusive. This thing called itself a man? Man.. is not in my database. It must be a new species of nightmare. One so horrid it was banished here! I shall study this.. man ... and figure out what an elves is. "
With that .. started the quest for the odd little creature from nightscape. It was about to find out how different it was from "man" and how technology was inefficient compared to itself. Poor Roger.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 2:30 am
Documentation: Pink, mushy creature that seems to have a irritable sense of manors in it's daily routine. It shuts down for a certain number of hours then proceeds to slowly move about around 6am. It jumps into a water-generating, multi-functionable room and proceeds to rub odd, bubble microorganisms upon itself before simply killing them with a clear liquid. It then pries a soft material on itself. The pink being then shoves what it calls "food" down it's gaping hole with little or no mercy. It also consumes a rather foul-smelling, brown liquid down it's throat afterwards. It also inhales foul-smelling smoke from a slim, tube-like object. My scanning shows that this object might be known to cause great discomfort in certain creatures.
Whirr ...
Documentation is incomplete. Subject then leaves home for the remainder of the day, only to repeat this process all over again. Sometimes it comes home more irritable than usual. Sometimes.. it composes an odd music piece with the muscles in it's throat. I still think of it as an unevolved Nightmare.. more feral in it's ways of action. It MUST have been banished here for something... but what? ...
The lone aura flickered in the dim-lit area, carefully watching the "man" shove a bag of chips into it's system. By now.. the aura knew what the "man" called himself. His name was Roger Dallas according to his slurred voice when calling various females of his species. It was common knowledge as of now that males and females had ... odd relationships with each other. The male would offer some sort of offering to the female.. they would conversate.. then the female would inflict certain damage to the male, storming out of the area. As to why the male put up with this.. or even started the ritual in the first place.. is unknown at the time.
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It was evening. Roger had just stumbled into the door, making loud remarks about something that seemed to trouble him.
"Damn Stiller... just what does he think he is doing to me? A COMPUTER in my damned office? He has GOT to be going nutso!"
Chaos emerged into the small building, as items were knocked onto the floor. Hiding silently behind the couch, the aura watched curiously at the behavior of "it's subject". It was different than normal .. furious, yet troubled for some unknown reason. Why troubled? Did the thought of a computer trouble the man ? The thought danced in the fears head, curious as to all the mayhem it could cause if that were indeed the case.
"Man.. I can't deal with this s**t. When I applied for that job 8 years ago, I was PROMISED there would never be any sort of computer NEAR my desk. Ugh .. I need a drink ... "
The human pawed it's way into the fridge, pulling out a brown-colored bottle. The fear knew what this would do .. make the human positively more dumb than usual. It seemed to shut off the creatures brain for a certain amount of time ...
Silently, the fear continued to watch as the human guzzled down quite a few brown bottles. Silently is a given term.. considering the male was not quiet at all. It still seemed furious, even in it's drunken stupor. Eventually it shut up, falling asleep in front of the television set with a small amount of drool slipping down it's face.
Pondering, the fear thought of it's situation. What would it do now?
Shifting colors, the aura made it's way to the humans side, gazing upon it up close. It had seen the being this way many times, this time was really no different. Hovering, the fear slightly touched the foul being.
"Hm? .. Abigale? ..."
The aura flashed brightly, it's way of showing confusion. Why was it being called this title? Last time it was Cindy. These creatures gave titles to themselves.. should a fear have one as well?
"Abi.. gale? I am product number XZP2/000136."
Shivering a bit, Roger slowly opened his eyes and fixated on the bright aura that was somewhat on top of him.
"What .. the hell? XCP ... wha?"
"XZP2/000136. Manufactured by Zonetec. Not Cindy. Not Abigale. "
Roger twitched, despite being dead drunk he was still shivering at the terms he was hearing. Manufactured? Product Code? What the hell?
"Manufa.... I had too much to drink again. Damn computers..."
He shifted himself so that he could snuggle into the couch. His eyes shut tightly, Roger attempted sleep. Poor Roger.
"Listen hear human. I am a state of the art nightmare, produced with the finest of parts. Not an elves. Not a drink."
Squinting, Roger shivered as he opened his eyes again. It wasn't leaving. Was he that drunk? He tried to think.. he did remember something. A broom.. and elf ... was it connected? He chuckled to himself, thinking it was pointless to think. He would be sober by morning, all would be well.
Realizing this was no way to make an entrance, the fear made a slight, sigh-like noise. It watched closely as the human began to snore. It began to cause an emotion inside of itself.. hate? Loathing? It did not know these terms. It did know that this was becoming a bothersome task. When this creature was sober.. it had better watch out.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 11:27 pm
"O great.. confusing, but exalting one. Why must the pink-unit continue to infest these streets? I trust you have a reason... yes.. you must have... It is to test me right? I must continue on ... I seem to be so far from home. A quite large learning experience, needing to find alternate means of an energy source. Needing.. to cope with that strange creature. By your blessing, I shall continue on no matter the danger. For if one never takes a risk, they can never truly live! .. Please take this offering O' great one. Amen~"
A large pile of appliances lay at the television sets bottom legs, carefully placed down in a ritualistic manner. Gilligans Island was sadly playing on the TV, left on each day as Roger headed off to work. It was becoming more and more frequent, all the while confusing the living hell out of Roger when he came home each day. See, he was still not aware he was sharing an apartment with something. Perhaps today was the day to change that.
Around 6pm, Rogers keys clicked into the lock and slowly opened up the door. He seemed .. frazzled. Half-asleep while also drained. It was one of those days it would seem ... As he tossed his brief case on the floor he stopped and blinked at the toaster being propped up against the TV.
"What .. the ... why the hell are kids breaking in just to mess with my damn toaster?"
Trying to ignore any logical reason for it to be there, he walked passed it and flopped on his bed. It took a good ten minutes for him to roll over and glare at his briefcase. As if trying to reassure himself, he took a deep breath and reached for it. Despite almost falling off of the bed, he managed to grip onto it and slowly haul it up to him. Cursing slightly, he sat himself up and opened it up, pulling a square-shaped object out. It was .. a laptop? Yes, indeed it was. His boss seemed to tell him that if he didn't learn how to use it, he would be looking for a new job. It had been 8 years since he applied there... working somewhere else seemed to scare Roger. He would try and tame the lesser of two evils.
The aura watched from afar, quite curious about this new computer being within sight range. It wanted to find out everything about it, instead there was a pink thing pawing at it clumsily. This would not go well.
By the time Roger figured out how to turn it on, his "guest" thought it might be time to have some fun. The lights dimmed as bright flashes danced across the computer screen. It sparked, clipping Roger along his index finger. With a girlish shriek, Roger shoved the laptop away and curled against his pillow, shaking. It was not much, but it was enough to put the man in the fetal position while he sucked on his thumb.
"Mmm ..... Roger does not like units.. does he?"
Roger meeped, looking in all directions like a scared prairie dog on lookout would. The voice seemed familiar to him ....
Instead of trying to reason like before, the small aura simple shoved itself a few inches from Rogers face, causing him to frantically scurry off of the bed with a pillow still in his arms.
"What the ******** are you? ... I haven't had a drink all day .."
"We have meet before.. you just failed to admit that I was real. Reality should not be that hard to differentiate from human."
" .. You the reason I haven't been sleeping?"
"Perhaps ... I do need an energy source."
"Listen here... you'll leave me alone.. or .. or .."
"Or what? I can make your life more miserable than it needs to be human. Remember that. Only you are allowed to see me, ONLY you."
The aura slowly dissipated, leaving the room for now. The longer it stayed with Roger, the more it's personality seemed to change. All Roger knew was that he was going insane and that he needed a drink. So it began ...
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