Description: This is mostly an RP prompt!
Goals:
You are dreaming of what you once were. The life before all of this, and the memory is...
- One of a huge mistake.
- One of a great turning point in your life.
- One of love, but it's bittersweet.
- One of excitement, or surprise.
- A past memory of your choice!
When you wake up, reflect a little bit on the life you can't yet return to, if you can ever return to it at all. What would you change? What would you do differently, if anything?
First time doing this quest? Please write a minimum of 200 words for 1 Arcade Token.
Repeating? Minimum word count jumps up to 400 in order to claim your 1 Arcade Token.
Feeling wordy? Go above and beyond the bare minimum for additional tokens! These token bonuses do not stack, so you can't write 100 words to claim 1 token, then add 300 words to claim 2 more tokens.
500 words = 2 Arcade Tokens.
600 words = 3 Arcade Tokens.
700 words = 4 Arcade Tokens.
800 words = 5 Arcade Tokens.
Whistle While You Work: While dreamsharing technology is still in development, feel free to wake up, wander, and have a discussion in the dark with your friends about your past.
Goals:
You are dreaming of what you once were. The life before all of this, and the memory is...
- One of a huge mistake.
- One of a great turning point in your life.
- One of love, but it's bittersweet.
- One of excitement, or surprise.
- A past memory of your choice!
When you wake up, reflect a little bit on the life you can't yet return to, if you can ever return to it at all. What would you change? What would you do differently, if anything?
First time doing this quest? Please write a minimum of 200 words for 1 Arcade Token.
Repeating? Minimum word count jumps up to 400 in order to claim your 1 Arcade Token.
Feeling wordy? Go above and beyond the bare minimum for additional tokens! These token bonuses do not stack, so you can't write 100 words to claim 1 token, then add 300 words to claim 2 more tokens.
500 words = 2 Arcade Tokens.
600 words = 3 Arcade Tokens.
700 words = 4 Arcade Tokens.
800 words = 5 Arcade Tokens.
Whistle While You Work: While dreamsharing technology is still in development, feel free to wake up, wander, and have a discussion in the dark with your friends about your past.
After depositing the arachnid away, Saul can't seem to find a good pace to doze off. The fear of death...no, the realization of how meaningless being 'alive' is haunting him.
He drifted into a dream-no, a nightmare? It was something that keeps on haunting him ever since-
"Hey Saul?"
He was his friend. One of his firsts, and probably the closest.
It was a rainy day at the 5th grade. While all other kids are already picked up by their parents, only the two of them remained inside, waiting.
"Mmm? What, Alan?" Said the other kid, drawing...no, creating ineligible lines and forms on paper...was that a schematic? No, it's something even more simpler-it's only a drawing of some kind of robot.
The boy turned to the other one and peeked over his shoulder. "Wat'cha drawing?" "A GEEEREEEAAT ROBOT!" the smaller kid with buckteeth replied, showing the picture mainly composed of black, red and gray. "Heere! Izzat great? It has lasers, missiles, bombs and guns! With this, we'll never fear about war!" Answered Saul cheerfully.
The other kid just turned his neck in confusion. Saul realized that his eyes are now staring at him, not at the drawing.
"But if it was so full with weapons, what will happen if it is captured by the bad guys? Also, do you need that much firepower to claim peace?"
"But heroes will never lose!" "No, heroes are human too, right? There's a chance-no, not a chance, but certainty, that something will go wrong."
The brutal truth that only children can only utter; the privilege of youth-or was it innocence?
"But..." "Even if heroes are always right, their commanders might not. Even if the robot will end any evils, if you put a great power at the middle of a powerless mass, there'll be only fear against it, not admiration, not respect. Out of that fear there will be people rising against it." explained Alan, which glanced at the clock. "Well, it's not like mum will come any soon, so why don't we make a better robot!"
After a few minutes later...
"...this doesn't look cool." Groaned Saul, looking at the revised drawing.
It's now not cool at all, thought him inwardly. The black and red color has been completely changed to pastel colors; the 'cool'ish shape has disappeared somewhere into a brick-like shape. "Alan, what is this??? This doesn't even have any legs, wings or arms! Not to mention, no weapons! How can it even defeat evil?"
"Saul, why do you think evil people exist?" Asked Alan. "Because they're evil?"
"No. People are not born evil; people NEVER, EVER born evil. They became bad because...there's extenuating conditions that made them like that. Just like people know they will starve to death if they don't eat, they'll do anything to prevent that. People became evil because there's reason for them to act like that. So don't make a reason that they can use to act evil."
The new robot was not designed for defeating enemies of justice. It was made to 'defeat' the reason that can make people to became evil.
The name is 'Salvation'. A machine that absolutely can't be used for wrong purposes. Will never run out of fuel, will never cause harm to people---a machine akin to a blessing of God, should there be one.
The concept has been created, but the mechanism inside has not been. Thinking logically now, it was pretty unexpected for two kids, at their age, to even able to think a concept encompasses so much aspect of life; so they both swore-that they'll study, study and study-
Until someday, they can create the 'Salvation'. Not by leaning on others, but by their own hands.
-or, that's how it should've been.
