>>5506275

In seconds you’re on your feet, the building's sharp edge to your back and the garden in front of you where a tall and lanky humanoid stands directly opposed to you. The being must be at least 8 feet tall with a human-like body made of black pipes held together with wires and rubbery skin, its head wears a rubber mask of a human but with its lower jaw removed and instead a hole lined with razor-sharp teeth.

What stands before you is a being known as a Syntho, a catch-all term for inorganic beings. Though whether it was once organic or not you cannot tell.

“Who are you and how did you get up here without me noticing you?”

The Syntho takes a good look at the green scenery before a voice box below its “mouth” blares to staticy life. “Eeeh, thata don’t matter too much Bio, bin followin you’se for quita whilse and thatsa brought me righta where I needa be.”

“Eeeh, looks lika nuff biofuel up here ta lasta a guy me least a decade.” He says. “Ya feelin lucky, meat?”

You can feel your hand slowly reaching for your jacket as you

>Attempt to talk the Syntho down [Write-in]
>Wait for the Syntho to make the first move [Roll]
>Draw your pistol and shoot first [Roll]

>>5506277
Going to be using the highest of three d20s with CRITS, rolls will happen after a vote is decided.

>>5506277
>Draw your pistol and shoot first [Roll]
Center mass or leg. Bigger they are, harder they fall.

>>5506277
>Draw your pistol and shoot first [Roll]

>>5506292
>>5506294
So anyways you start blasting. Please give me some rolls.

And don’t mind the ID change.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>5506366

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>5506366
Just a heads up, /qst/ is slow. Don't be afraid to wait a little bit.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>5506366

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>5506366

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>5506366
Ahem

>>5506404
Living up to the quest's name, aren't we?

>>5506373
fug, why did green roll a d100 ?
>>5506404
welp, the quest sounded insteresting

>>5506371
Thanks for the advice anon, I’ll keep it in mind.

>>5506404
>critfail
Starting starting off strong I see.

Writing…

If you’ve learned anything over the past year it’s to presume hostility when dealing with Synthos, especially when they talk about reducing you to biofuel.

Before the robotic being can get out another word you hand races inside your jacket and finds itself grasping the familiar handle of your gun. You bring the pistol out as fast as your biological limb can and level it at the opposing Syntho who barely has enough time to widen its mechanical eyelids before you press the trigger.

*click*

“Eeeh, whatsa thata bio?”

You pay no attention to the Syntho in front of you and press the trigger again.

*click*

“Eeeh, hadsa me worried thera sec, thought I’d hada meself pit againsta gun owner.”

The closer it gets the more you press the trigger with vain hope.

*click* *click*

But you just reloaded it right before making it to the summit so that must mean-

*click* *click* *click*

It’s jammed. A realization you make far too late for in your panic. The Syntho seems to have had enough laughing and gawking for when you drop your gun to grab your knife it makes three great strides and crosses the roof in an instant. Uncaring for any branches it smashes in his wake.

Your hand darts for your jacket but a cold and metal one grabs your wrist and roughly lifts you up. You hardly have time to yelp before it uses the other to grab your neck.

“Eeeh, Andsa here I was a bita worried here. Thoughta anybody whosa made it up here woulda be a tough one.” It says towering over you, circular mouth inches from your face.

“H-how did you-“ you try to speak before your world explodes in pain as the Syntho reduces your right wrist into blood and gore with its hand before dropping it. You try to hit the thing with your left hand but can only give weak slaps on its chassis through the pain.

“Eeeh, whatsa that, bio? Gotsa something ta say?” It’s says before relaxing it’s grip on your throat just a bit.

It’s hard to focus your organic body through the pain but you can still see the Syntho bring it’s blood covered hand deep inside it’s mouth before taking it out clean.

“Eeeh, bio?”

You can still love your left hand as you dangle off the Top of the World and you

>Try to talk your way out of this [How?]
>Reach for your knife again, with the right wires severed this Syntho WILL go down [HIGH ROLL]
>Use your [LAST RESORT], it shouldn’t have come to this but if you don’t use it you could die and the Elders dream of salvation would die with you [LOW ROLL]

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>5506460
>>Reach for your knife again, with the right wires severed this Syntho WILL go down [HIGH ROLL]

>>5506460
>Reach for your knife again, with the right wires severed this Syntho WILL go down [HIGH ROLL]

>>5506460
Just realized there is possibility for confusion but HIGH and LOW roll are both talking about the placement of the DC

>>5506460
>Try to talk your way out of this [How?]

" There is a Stash of biofuel just two levels below us. I passed by a broken syntho who was stocking up before he got overloaded on that shit. I am talking about at least a dozen processed bio, Let me show it you and we will call it even."

BLUFF HIS ASS, REJECT VIOLENCE

>>5506482
>>5506486
While the write-in was a valiant attempt it looks like some last-ditch knife tricks win out. Please roll me some d20s and pray you roll high.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>5506641
fuck, I was too late to support the bluff

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>5506641

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>5506641
Here comes that 1

>>5506651
>>5506685
>>5506714

16 is a partial success but don't expect to be getting out unscathed.

Writing...

“B-biofuel, I-i found more biofuel.” You manage to choke out through haggard gasps, the Syntho none the wiser of your left hands movements.

“Eeeh, whatcha mean you foundsa biofuel?”

Just a bit closer. “T-two floors d-down…” A little more. “S-syntho died with his stash…”

Somehow the Syntho seems to believe your words if the loosening of his grip is anything to go by. If only it didn’t loosen its grip while you dangled over the abyss…

“Eeeh, na no way. Two levels thata be ata leastsa daysa journey. Why ya wouldn’t take its for yaself then?”

You can feel the familiar grip of your knife as you slowly pull it from your jacket, gasping from both pain and to mask any sound. “T-thought no one was-” You’re forced to cough as you wince from pain, with a quick dart of your eyes it's easy to tell your mangled wrist is losing blood fast. “N-no one was around for miles.” Deep breaths you’re almost there. “T-this place is legendary for a reason”

It uses its right hand to grab the top part of your head and forces you too look into it’s beady
eyes. “Eeeh, Nobody, nat even bios, leave good food just layin there guess, but with all thisa fuel around Isa got plenty a time ta look for it.” It says before bringing it’s blade lined mouth closer to your face.

“Heeeh, ya really thatsa mucha of an idiot, bio? ”

“Y-yeah, g-guess I am.”

With it distracted you strike. You persevere through the pain ravaging your body and sever a large cord running through the Syntho’s lower chassis, causing a burst of black sludge to spray over the both of you.

Gasping in pain the Syntho brings its right hand from atop your head and takes its new wound unconsciously before realizing its error. For you, bring your left arm up and, with one clean cut, sever the two thick wires, sludge and sparks flying everywhere. Before the Syntho’s left hand can go fully slack you throw your weight onto the larger being, bringing you both tumbling to the dirt-mesh ground.


You’re unsure quite what happens in the next few minutes as the ensuing scuffle is a blur of dirt, flesh, and metal as you and the Syntho viciously attack each other. At one point you’re jabbing your knife into its throat to get the damn thing to shut up while the next it’s ripped its arm off and is beating you senselessly into a nearby tree. Then a hard fruit with fuzzy brown skin falls onto the Syntho giving you enough time to grab your discarded gun and whip its head until the teeth fall from its mouth.

What feels like an eternity later you’re both pushed each other far enough away to rise to shaky feet, though through great effort as adrenaline seems to be the only thing allowing you to stand. The pain of crushed bones and sliced flesh leaves you without much strength to fight longer while both sludge and blood obscure your vision.

[1/2]

>>5506742

[2/2]

*zzzeehzzrrtehhtz* Sounds the mangled voicebox of the Syntho slowly rising from legs of smashed pipes and severed wires. It’s movements just as lethargic and painful as yours. It must have not found the hardware to dull its senses.

You both stand staring at one another, broken plants and smashed fruits all around you, waiting for the other to fall and to secure the Top of the World as your own. Seconds feel like hours as you both stand there staring, until eventually the Syntho falls face first into a pile of mush on the ground.

‘H-heh, I-i won bastard.” You cry out voice haggard as you slowly limp your way to the bigger being. Only to notice that it’s head is still moving. “H-huh?”

*zzzzzztbiofuelzzzzzzzztmyzzzzztbiofuelzzzzzztsallzzzzzztminezzzzzt*

You can hear what you think are words in between the static this close but the blood thumping in your ears makes it indecipherable. Slowly and with great effort you bring your usable hand to its head and lift it up from the plants only to find its mouth hole covered in the remains of these plants, so much so that the blood and sludge is almost hidden under multicolored organic gore.

*tick* *tick* *tick*

“Y-you, e-eating at a time like this..?”

*tick* *tick* *tick*

*zzzzzzteatzzzzzzzztminezzzzztuntilzzzzzztmezzzzzztendzzzzzt*

*tick* *tick* *tick*

“W-whats, that noise..?” You say hearing some sort of dull rhythmic sound other than the thumping.

*tick* *tick* *tick*

*zzzzzztuntiltzzzzzzzztmyzzzzztendzzzzzztssweetzzzzzztbiofuelzzzzzt*

*tick* *tick* *tick*

The Syntho looks to be unresponsive as you let go of its head and it goes back to gouging itself on mush. But with the situation over for now you can feel the adrenaline start to wear off and your body succumb to exhaustion but before your mind goes black you

>Finish off the Syntho [out of mercy or vengeance?]

>Investigate the source of that ticking, it can’t be good

>Succumb to exhaustion and fall into the dirts embrace

>Something else? [Write-in]

>>5506747
>Investigate the source of that ticking, it can’t be good

>>5506747
>write in

Simple bandaging for our nasty cuts. They will be infected in no time

>>5506747
>Investigate the source of that ticking, it can’t be good

>>5506747
>Finish off the Syntho [out vengeance]

>>5506771
>>5506882
Finding out whatever that damn noise is wins.

Writing...

*tick* *tick* *tick*

On the Top of the World, the wind blows through your hair as its chill sends a shiver through your body. Looking down on yourself you can see that much of your clothes are destroyed and while still usable every open tear leads to some disgusting wound or other, many of which are still bleeding or doing so internally. Maybe bandages could stop the flow but as you reach into your jacket you find that they’ve been lost somewhere in the scuffle.

You cough and blood is splattered against the hand raised to contain it. You’re not even sure the Elder could help you now…

*tick* *tick* *tick*

Just a bit past your gaze is the Syntho that started all this trouble, just as broken as you physically but no doubt more so mentally. You must have destroyed something important for its mentality to be reduced to nothing but ‘consume biofuel’, sure that's the basis of both Bios and Synthos but usually there’s something more.

Perhaps its system was already glitching before it confronted you, but you can’t really bring yourself to care. You have more important things to do than deal with a broken robot even if you don’t exactly quell the small part of you that wants to see its runtimes cease, forever.

*tick* *tick* *tick*

“T-the h-hell is that noise?” You say to focus your mind.

Every second or so another tick echoes from the Top of the World and you just remember why that would be. The legends say there is no ancient architecture here, no sprinklers or computers, nothing should be up here that lets out an artificial noise and if there was a clock or something why would it only start now?

You stop, cough again, and force yourself to listen for the sound.

*tick* *tick* *tick*

[1/2]

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[2/2]

It's coming from behind you, you realize, so you turn around and repeat the process.

*tick* *tick* *tick*

Each step takes a great deal of effort and pain but you don’t collapse, not yet. You have at least one more thing you do before you fall into the dirt. You hope for what won’t be the last time.

*tick* *tick* *tick*

There. At the bottom of the tall tree with the brown fuzzy fruit, you see a gray device with red markings that softly ticks its place. The device itself is big enough for you to carry with a singular hand but is a bit bigger than the palm of said hand. This is your [LAST RESORT] and one of your most valuable possessions. Guns are rare, but military-grade explosives? Ten times as much.

It must have fallen out of one of your pockets while you were being beaten into the tree.

*tick* *tick* *tick*

And then somehow turned on. “S-shit.”

Your eyes widen at that realization as your body scrambles for the device, pain gone if only for a brief second. You pick it up and try to turn it the opposite way to start its timer and thankfully the device stills in your hand the ticking stopping. You’re not sure exactly how powerful the device is but you have no doubt it could blow the little Heaven at the Top of the World up along with you with it. You’re quietly thankful that the timer setting was activated and not an instantaneous explosion.

But with another spike of adrenaline comes another crash and you’re forced to use the tall tree to keep yourself upright as you hack up even more blood, looking back you’ve left quite the trail making it just the way over here. Soon you don't even feel well enough to stand and you put your back to the tree and gently slide down.

Once more you’re greeted with the sight of the Top of the World and its garden, though much more broken, a few meters away the Syntho’s stilled, and now the only movement is the soft rustle of leaves in the calm winds as pink petals fly around. You cough again and look over your ruined body, you just had to fumble it all once you finally got here, didn’t you? A small voice chimes in your head.

You let out a defeated chuckle as you force your head to once again look at the garden, if you don’t wake up again you’d rather your last sight be of the beauty in front of you and not yourself.

“S-sorry Elder looks like I was just another f-failure.”

Slowly the blackness at the edge of your vision consumes you and you find yourself dreaming of years gone past, years with your tribe, your parents, and with the elder but what sticks out most in your mind is the

>Cargo Truck (Nomad)

>Enclosed Walls (Bunker Dweller)

>The Bright Sun (Canopy Dweller)

>>5507151
>Enclosed Walls (Bunker Dweller)
Was that bomb planned or just after our nat 1 ?

>>5507154
This scenario was planned to have a lot of things that could go wrong, the bomb being one of them.

The nat 1 didn't help anything though.

>>5507151
>The Bright Sun (Canopy Dweller)

>>5507151
>>Cargo Truck (Nomad)

>>5507151
Bright son for lyfe

>>5507315
*bright sun

>>5507151
Let's go with
>The Bright Sun (Canopy Dweller)

>>5507151
>The Bright Sun (Canopy Dweller)

The sun the sun the sun the sun the sun

>>5507256
>>5507315
>>5507330
>>5507339
We'll be seeing you in the sky, Bio.

Writing...

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You find your tired eyes opening from the glare of the sun's warm light. The cold of the night and metal behind you running in fear of a blazing star as it rises over the canopy of the city world you call home, Earth.

You take a few moments to orientate yourself before remembering where you are. Which would be your favorite spot of your tribe's territory, on the roof of some unnamed skyscraper left behind by the ancients before your tribe migrated here. The view from here allows you to see for miles in any direction with the only obstruction being the far-off Top of the World, many layers above you.

You must have fallen asleep here while trying to put together the pistol the Elder gifted you a week ago. You’re not quite sure why he’d give you something so valuable instead of one of the adults or guards. Maybe it’s because you’re his newest apprentice learning of life below the city's old penthouses and roofs or perhaps it’s because on the side of the pistol case your namesake is engraved in letters ‘15’ or maybe he actually remembered your birthday but that's unlikely.

“Fifteen! Fifteen, are you up here!?” You can hear someone shout accompanied by footsteps on the fire escape. You must have forgotten to tell your parents you’d be up here last night. Oops.

You take a few seconds to put all the parts away in their case, that is except for the pistol’s body which you decide to aim at the rising sun and

“Fire!” shouts the Elder as you stand atop a building that’s roof has been repurposed into a shooting range, scrap metal repurposed into humanoid forms to resemble Syntho targets.

You press the trigger of your pistol and the scrap jerks before falling over, the first shot you hit in the hours you’ve been practicing. The Elder takes a second to look over your handy work before nodding seemingly to himself and finally looking over to you. As you await his judgment on this attempt you’re able to get a good look at his face.

Your tribe is almost solely composed of Bio’s, or humans as the Elder calls them, that is except for a few scabs (general handymen) and the Elder himself though it’s quite clear the Elder was once a Bio. The right side of his face is made of polished metal while the left is that of wrinkly skin and white hairs, though both of his eyes are synthetic only the one on his right is clearly so with a large monocle built into his face. He’s bald but it almost seems as if his hair has simply mitigated to his large mustache that covers almost the entirety of his lower face. He is almost always seen in his staple lab coat over whatever fancy, and old, clothes he wears beneath.

“Hmm, seems you’ve finally learned how to stop wasting precious resources.”

“H-hey, It’s not like I was trying to miss before!”

“Truly? Well, you could have fooled me, boy.”

“Well I just learned how to fire this thing and I’m not used to the recoil yet!”

“Then get used to it, boy. You do remember we don’t have much time left, correct?”

“I mean you told me that before, but you never told me what that means.”

He blinks a few times after I say that. “I didn’t?”

“N-no, you’ve just been repeating that we’re running out of time for the past week.”

“Ah, seems the centuries are finally getting to me. Come then follow me, boy, we’re heading to the nomad group that just stopped by.”

The Elder simply turns around and starts walking towards the metal bridge your tribe put together to connect the roofs, without even waiting for a response, you follow him without resistance keeping a slow pace to not surpass the old man. Though as you cross the bridge you look over to the ancient highway connected to a nearby skyscraper and its collection of trucks and cars from the nomad group that's passing by

“Fifteen, hurry up!” The Elder calls from the other side of the bridge and you turn to catch up before blinking and

Finding yourself in a sea of flames that burn so brightly it feels as if the sun above you has lashed out at your tribe. The smell of burnt flesh and gasoline makes you want to vomit and the screams send chills down your spine but you force yourself to calm down, aim your pistol, and fire at the spear-holding figures past the flames. Three shots and two of the four go down the smallest and largest one. You thank the years of training with this gun has made you adept and once more whisper thanks to the now deceased Elder that lies behind you.

You hold your fire, six more shots, and wait for the figures to reveal themselves. A few seconds later and a Syntho and Bio step out of the flames, one without a face and posture that reveals no emotion and the other hunched over, bloody mouth frothing with vitriol words.

“Who the hell you think you are, hotshot!? Ya think just because ya got the gun there ya hot enough to kill Teral? Well, newsflash fucker ya not! Once we’re done with ya we’re gonna turn ya corpse to biofood- fuel- shit whatevah it is!”

You pay no mind to the Bio’s words as you level your pistol at his torse. If you can make it to the nomad’s vehicles you can get out of this slaughter and start heading to the Top of the World. The Elder entrusted you with his dream, you cannot die here.

“And what’s with that stupid fuckin tat on your face!? ‘15?’ That ya fucking clone number or some shit, fuckface?! Well, I’m gonna-” Whatever the Bio was going to say next is cut short as the Syntho crushes the man's head with a large hand.

“Be Quiet.” The Syntho lets out in a booming voice as it levels its spear at you and you aim your pistol.

Atop a burning skyscraper, you stand opposed to a large Syntho determined to make it out of here alive and fulfill the Elder’s dream. But if you don’t you hope that before you die you at least burn as brightly as the sun above you.

You press the trigger of your pistol.

*click*

“Eeeh, whatsa thata bio?”

A year later you’re faced with the same dilemma but now instead of being surrounded by fire, you're surrounded by some of the last plants of their kind. The first step of the Elder's dream was to scale the Top of the World but still so much before you to make it to the World Core Replicator and mass produce their seeds to spread around the world.

With a jammed gun so much goes wrong, you don’t even make a floor from the Top of the World before leaving a trail of blood on the tree you slump down from. At the very least you get one last look at the sun before your vision succumbs to darkness…

[ABANDONED SALVATION QUEST PROLOGUE - OVER]

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Your eyes shoot open from the darkness as if you’ve been dumped in an ice bath, your entire body is frigid and has sharp stabs of pain everywhere. It takes a second to orientate yourself but you actually do find yourself in an ice bath, surrounded by blue water and ice cubes in some sort of tub with hundreds of needles and pads latched on and into you. You also discover you are quite naked.

Miraculously though the needles are the only pain you seem to feel and your body and flesh have somehow been woven back together. Looking around the room it seems to be some sort of bathroom in the style of the ancients but with a closed door, and lights off. Across the dark room, lights inside the tub being the only ones lit, you also see what looks to be your old clothes stitched back together but in the pockets of your brown jacket, you do not see your knife or pistol.

This is probably the strangest situation you’ve found yourself in so you

>Get out of the tub and put on your clothes

>Call for someone, you couldn’t have put yourself in here

>Lay back into the tub, it’s probably a good idea not to mess with whatever medical process is being done to you

>Something else? [Write-in]

>>5507441
>Get out of the tub and put on your clothes

>>5507441
>Lay back into the tub, it’s probably a good idea not to mess with whatever medical process is being done to you

Going to bed so I'll leave this vote open until I wake up. Nighty Knight and Merry Christmas, anons.

>>5507441
>Lay back into the tub, it’s probably a good idea not to mess with whatever medical process is being done to you

>>5507441
>Get out of the tub and put on your clothes

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5507442
>>5507662
1 = have some shame

>>5507448
>>5507536
2 = don't fuck with strange medical processes

Writing...

>>5507441
>>Get out of the tub and put on your clothes

It goes against every single one of the biological instincts in your body to stay here, half-submerged in water. Your base instincts want you to seek warmth, your survival instincts want you to find your gun, and loathe as you’re to admit it, you’re scared.

But you quell these base instincts with the knowledge that stopping simply grabbing the needles and pulling them from your body could also kill you either by some fail-safe kill switch or an actual botched procedure. You’re actually not too certain that failsafe kill switches exist but you think the Elder mentioned them one time and it sounds cool enough.

And with nothing else to do other than look over a pretty barren with some equipment you can’t hope to understand being plugged into you, you simply wait.

…

You shift a bit to try and get into a more comfortable position. It doesn’t work.

…

At least your hair isn’t wet.

…

The air is cold enough to see your breath.

You really hope the afterlife isn’t this lame-

It’s after about an eternity of waiting in the damn ice bath until you hear the sound of footsteps on the other side of the door, then what sounds like a muffled voice says something. Actually, the voice doesn’t seem to stop talking, then you hear footsteps and again though they make the same sound as before.

Is this thing pacing?

You feel as if you’re about to do something before harsh fluorescent lights turn on overhead all but blinding you as you jam your eyes closed and curse. The dull hum of the lights almost masks the sound of the doorknob turning, but doesn't mask the sound of the door itself being slammed into the nearby wall.

“HELLO THERE, HUMAN!” Comes a shout from the doors before a cry of “Wait, oh my god are you alright?!” Before footsteps race to your side.

You feel cold metallic hands grip your chin before they guide your face in some direction, albeit much more gently than last time, but it's a good few more moments before you're able to open unblurry eyes.

When your eyes come to your vision is obstructed by a silicon faceplate with mismatched yellow eyes that seems to be staring deep into yours. Soon enough it breaks eye contact and begins inspecting the rest of your face.

“Huh, no signs of anything wrong. Why was your face all scrunched up there, any pain?”

“Y-you, it, t-the lights just flash banged me.”

She blinks a few realization dawns on its face. “Ooh, I forgot organic eyes were sensitive like that. Sorry?” He says with a nervous chuckle.

“It’s fine, but you tell me where the hell I am? Last I remember I was at the Top of the World.”

“Well about that…” She says as her eyes dart far away from yours. “So you kinda died up there a little bit…”

“Wait-“

“But you’re better now! I promise!” It says before leaping back away from you and pointing to herself with a thumb. “And you can thank this super cool and awesome synthetic life form for that!”

It’s here, when it steps back, that you get your first good look that the Syntho as her feminine voice echos through the building. It’s somewhat surprising she uses her mouth instead of an external voice box in your opinion.

It has almost an entirely metallic body except for a silicone head and hair, though even then she has antennae. She has reverse-jointed knees and what looks to be either an exhaust, or extra battery port, on her chest. Her body is broken into a series of grayish segments that seamlessly flow together without even an external wire, a rare sight to see amongst Synthos. The only real conclusions you can make by just looking at her are that she is either really old or really lucky to have these parts and that while she may look like a bug per personality reminds you of that of a dog.

“Uh, thanks?” You say.

“H-hey what’s that face for?! A-and that sounded half-hearted!” Her dramatic pose instantly drops at your confused words.

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“I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m having trouble understanding what’s going on right now. Can you please elaborate? Maybe get me out of this thing as well?” You say while raising a needle-covered arm

“Oh yeah sure, I can do that!” She says before practically leaping over and fiddling with some of the machinery you’re connected to. A moment later she starts to pull the needles and pads off your body. “Most of this was just to keep you alive with nutrients and such while you were comatose, a few with antibodies I had lying around. And some were just to look cool.”

“That’s great and all but can you go back to when you said I died, if I did that then how am I here?”

“Oh don’t worry about that, it wasn’t for too long, only a couple minutes, and I fixed that while stitching together your wounds. I could elaborate on the procedure but that would take forever and I’d doubt you care anyways.”

“What about the Syntho I was with, did you also help him?”

“Nah, I scrapped him for parts.”

“…”

“Hey, why are you looking at me funny?”

“Then why didn’t you turn me into biofuel..?“ you ask cautiously after she removed the last of the needles from your skin.

She struggles to formulate words for a second before taking a deep breath and composing herself. “Well- that’s- you see- I had already eaten a month prior so I wasn’t really hungry and as a medical droid I have a duty to help the people I come across!” She says with a satisfied look, but her eyes don’t need your own.

“…and that doesn’t include-“

“Hey, what’s with that tattoo on your face anyways? ‘One five’ have any meaning? I saw it on the pistol you were by as well.” She changes the topic with the subtlety of a hammer.

“That’s my name, Fifteen. I’ve had the mark for as long as I can remember, though I’ve had it touched up a few times by passing nomad groups.”

“Oh wait! That reminds me that I haven’t even introduced myself yet!” She says before jumping back and assuming another dramatic pose. “The names ‘Cle dash Zero’ but you can call me Cle0! Now let’s try this again, I’m Cle0 the super cool android that’s been keeping you alive for the past few months!” She pauses here but stays in her pose.

“…”

“..You know there’s something you’re supposed to say here?”

>”Thank you.”

>Ask her how far you are now from the Top of the World

>Ask her for a towel you want to get dressed

>Ask her where your gun and knife are

>Ask her/do something else? [Write-in]

>>5508166
>”Thank you.”
Bug mommy acquired

>>5508397
Writing...

You stare at the Syntho for a few more seconds before letting out a deep sigh. “Thank you.”

Her face adopts a large smile at your words and changes her pose to give you a big thumbs up. “Ha, there's the gratitude I was looking for! Ya need anything else from me?” When you shake your head she continues. “Well, then I’m gonna step out for a sec, get changed because there's something I want to ask you.”

As she walks out it looks as if she’s bouncing on her reversed jointed legs, but that might be how she walks normally. You’re not sure if that matters too.

It would probably be more relieving stepping out of the frigid bath if it wasn’t for the room also being frigid, at least once you’ve dried off a bit your clothes warm you up. It feels weird wearing them without the familiar weight of your weapons though and the fact there's no hair tie hidden away in the draws is annoying as well.

It just hasn’t been your day for quite a while now.

You put your hands in your jacket pockets and walk out into the next room to be greeted with quite the strange sight. The room looks to have been a penthouse for ancient Bio’s with two large glass walls giving a nice view of a crescent moon and stars over the City, and the Top of the World seemingly miles away but everything else seems to have been refurbished by Cle0. All the furniture has been broken down into parts and either reused elsewhere in the room, such as the barricade at the door, or it lays in a pile tucked into a far corner away from the windows. The fluorescent lights here are dimmed and when you flick the switch to turn those in the bathroom off your eyes need more time to adjust to the dark.

The most strange thing in this room though would have to be the wall Cle0 is currently at, for its concrete walls hum with the sound of multiple monitors running through binary programs, and jetting out from the walls are small concrete cubicles each containing different items. Worn printed books, a pistol knife and bomb, a small generator, mixed scrap metal (looks like Syntho parts), and the strangest of all potted plants with a small sprinkler system dropping down water. Cle0 herself is hunched over one of the plants and slowly moving some gravel to center its pot.

You walk over to the one holding your equipment and put them back into their designated pockets, the Syntho looks over to you and makes a face but doesn’t stop you. Upon closer inspection, there are some small cylinders located deeper inside each hole each labeled. The ones that were next to your gun read [BIOFUEL - MOSS], [BIOFUEL - BEAST], and [EMERGENCY BIOFUEL - UNKNOWN ORGANIC MATTER]. It's a bit more organized than the rations back home.

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“So, the thing you wanted to ask me related to these plants? Only ever seen things like it at the Top of the World.”

“Yes it is, you see when I dissected the synthetic you were with I found mostly organic organs except for his stomach.”

“That’s not really surprising a lot of Synthos start off as Bio’s, more durable body and food lasts you longer with the right parts.”

“That’s true but not exactly what I was getting at, he was eating a lot of the vegetation up there and when I unscrewed his stomach I noticed plenty of it still had usable seeds.”

“So you planted them?”

“Some of them, but not all.” She says before reaching behind the pots and grabbing a canister and tossing it to you.

You catch it without much trouble and read its label, [EMERGENCY BIOFUEL - APPLE SEEDS].

“It gave me the idea to take some more seed samples for every plant I could, overall I have about 10 canisters worth of assorted seeds.”

“Why are you just going to eat them? And not that I’m not thankful but why were you even up there in the first place?”

“Well to answer the latter, I take trips to collect fruit every couple years to sustain myself in my house here. I learned about the place from an old colleague of mine years back, I don’t really talk and trade with anyone so it was a good way to get food.” She raises her hand to signal you to toss the canister, you do so and she puts it back.

“And well the thing I wanted to ask you is your first question: why were you at the Top of the World?” She says before looking straight into your eyes, more serious than you’ve seen her before.

You

>Tell her the truth. She’s earned your trust so you tell her of the Elder and your dream to bring plants to the center of the world to mass produce these plants.

>Lie. She’s a strange Syntho you don’t trust so you tell her you were there for food. Worst comes to worst you’ll find your way back to the Top of the World yourself.

>Something else? [Write-in]

>>5508635
>Tell her the truth. She’s earned your trust so you tell her of the Elder and your dream to bring plants to the center of the world to mass produce these plants.

>>5508646
Writing...

“I used to have a mentor, a centuries-old guy I don’t even know his name, but ever since I was little he’d fed my head full of stories about the world before the collapse. Told me about this grand machine at the center of our hollowed-out world that was used to mass-produce any material put into it. He also told me about how he was too old to go there himself anymore and with its help maybe the old days could come back when people didn’t have to eat each other to survive. So that's why I was at the Top of the World. I intend to use the plants there to bring new life to this planet before it rots away!”

Cle0 closes her eyes for a good long while after you finish your little speech, to the point the tension in the room starts to get awkward. “And how do you intend to make it to the core?”

“The same way I made it to the Top, by walking in the right direction.”

“You do know it could take you years, decades even to make it there? Not even counting you’re far more likely to die anyway on the journey.”

“I think you already know I’m willing to die for this.”

She brings a long claw-like finger to the bridge of her nose before sighing deeper, then chuckling and opening her eyes. “Yeah, I think I do. You know, to answer the first question I once had dreams similar to yours, that’s why I collected these seeds so I could start to grow them here. It would take time but that's something I have plenty of.”

“But just growing them and hoping they spread across the world would take thousands of years!”

“It would, I do not doubt that. But going to the core is about just as crazy a plan, past Level 0 is unknown territory for practically everyone. Only some nomad clans regularly go from down there to the surface.”

“So? Why not just hitch a ride with them?”

“I said they went past Level 0 not all the way to the core, idiot! And besides, there's plenty of other ways down, not just the highways nomad clans use.”

“Well, I still intend to go down so mind telling me what they are?”

“Fine, fine. If you take the elevator to the bottom of this building you’ll reach the territory of a synthetic kingdom, they are extremely hostile to most outsiders, especially organics. Then there is the abyssal drop by the Top of the World as well but you’d need a way to not die on impact. Then if you go the opposite direction of the Top of the World, that's unexplored territory for me, can't tell you what's out there obviously.”

“Wait, wouldn’t I need to go back to the Top of the World anyways to get more seeds if you’re growing the ones here?”

She pauses for a second before reaching behind the potted plants again taking out the apple seed canister. “You know you’re the first person I’ve talked to in years, if I let you go out there alone and die again I’d probably feel guilty for decades.” She says while looking at the canister with a morose face.

But just as quickly as her melancholy comes, it leaves as she jumps back, throws the seeds at you, and strikes a dramatic pose this time with one hand in front of her face. “So I’ve decided you’ll have the assistance of the greatest medical-focused artificial intelligence in the world: Cle0! And with her assistance, you’ll have access to TEN canisters worth of seeds, more than enough to get that dumb replicator working!”

Unsure what to do you kinda just give a small smile and a thumbs up, she seems a bit disheartened but at least acknowledges your effort.

“Now then 15 I’ll go get everything important and we can begin our awesome quest in the morning, there should be a blanket somewhere in the clutter so why don’t you go sleep on what our route should be.” She says while gesturing to the pile of scattered furniture parts. “Oh! And before I forget, take this!” Then she tosses a canister labeled [BIOFUEL - MOSS] your way.

…

By morning your stomach is a bit more full, Cle0’s prepared a large backpack, and you’re well rested. And when prompted you tell Cle0 you’re going to

>Take the ancient highways down [Nomad Route, Well Explored]

>Head down to the bottom of the building [Syntho Kingdom Route, Closest]

>Head to the Top of the World [Abyss Route, Most Direct]

>Head to unexplored territory [Unknown]

Current Party: [Fifteen, Bio] [Cle0, Syntho]

Equipment: [Pistol] [Knife] [LAST RESORT] [10 days of Rations] [Various Seeds] [Cle0 Medical Equipment]

>>5508797
Always go for uncharted territories. Fortune favors the bold etc etc

>>5508797
>Head down to the bottom of the building [Syntho Kingdom Route, Closest]
>>5508816
Choose, anon

>>5508872
But I did choose
>Head to unexplored territory [Unknown]
There

>>5508797
>Head to unexplored territory [Unknown]

>>5508797
>Take the ancient highways down [Nomad Route, Well Explored]

I prefer known roads where it's most likely we will get supplies at some point to continue ahead. Don't feeling like playing lottery with uncharted territory.

Looks like we have 2 votes to explore the unknown but since this is a major decision I'm going to keep it open for a while longer

>>5508797
>Take the ancient highways down [Nomad Route, Well Explored]
We already almost died once, i think we should go a little safer for the time being.

>>5508797
>Head to unexplored territory [Unknown]

>>5508797
>Take the ancient highways down [Nomad Route, Well Explored]
Abyss is way too hostile, we have no way down from the Top of the World, Unexplored Territory is unexplored.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>5508872
Syntho Kingdom - 1

>>5509131
>>5509227
>>5509631
Mystery Box (?) - 3

>>5509325
>>5509583
>>5510218
New York Traffic - 3

Looks like RNJesus will be deciding your fate anyways, 1 for unknown 2 for highways.

Writing...

It takes about all the time of Cle0 dismantling the scrap wooden barricades that she’s set up at the door for you to make your decision, and about all of the previous night and morning beforehand as well. You spared a brief thought of wading through the lower Syntho Kingdom before your mind went to probably the most obvious option, the nomad route. Probably everyone on the surface has dealt with the caravan-driving people before as other than lone scavengers they’re the only people who actively navigate through the complex labyrinth that is this world. There’s no doubt taking the routes frequented by the vehicle-driving clans would be the safest and most sane option.

“We’ll go away from the Top of the World and see what's out there as we descend.” But you’re not exactly the sanest Bio out there.

You don’t turn around as you walk out the door and into the morning sun's warm light, but you can feel the burning glare Cle0 bores into the back of your head. “..And may I ask why we’re going into territory I know nothing about? Do you have any idea what's over there?”

“Nope, no clue. I dunno, it just feels right venturing into the unknown I guess, It’s how I’ve made it this far.”

“You do realize you didn’t actually make it this far, right? In fact, you died a while back.” She says while pointing a metallic thumb behind her at the Top of the World.

You turn around to face her for a second. “But that’s what you’re here for right? You’re a ‘super cool’ Syntho that’ll keep me from dying again if I remember correctly.”

“...You’re inexcusable…”

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It feels a bit weird walking with the Top of the World at your back since for the past year you’ve been walking towards the massive structure not away from it. But it also serves as a reminder that the first step of your journey is done and your task is to head into the depths away from the bright sun's light. According to Cle0, you’ll be able to start heading down after about 2 days for that is the length of the Syntho territory. They usually don’t head farther up since most of the Canopy has already been scavenged for resources and supplies so the first half day of your journey goes on without much regard, the scenery doesn’t change much up here for its concrete jungle for as far as the eye can see.

Sometimes you have to go down or up a few floors to access bridges leading into other buildings or sometimes you just jump or step over gaps deep enough to turn your body into a nice splatter on the ground.

Unless there's a cool-looking building or scenery neither you nor Cle0 speaks too much during the journey, simply taking in the sights in silence. Though it’s easy to notice Cle0 seems anxious about something judging by how she bounces back and forth on her legs or plays with her hands during small moments of downtime.

By nightfall of the first day of traveling you consume your first ration and sit on the ledge of a skyscraper watching the sunset. You haven’t found much in the way of usable equipment and haven’t found any traces of people other than the scars of combat and scavenging.

[USED 1 DAY OF RATIONS]

Cle0 offers to watch for anything suspicious as you sleep because her mechanical body doesn’t need any. You take her offer but as you lie down on the gray concrete you notice something crunch underneath you, only to find the artificial remains of what looks to have been some type of Syntho bug. It’s strange so you give the parts to Cle0 to try and make sense of your drift off to sleep.

1 more day until you reach [Unexplored Territory], during the trek you

>Try and scavenge for supplies

>Talk to Cle0 [about what?]

>Simply enjoy the sights while you’re still in the Canopy

>Something else? [Write-in]

>>5510489
>Try and scavenge for supplies

Writing..

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>5510706
forgot to roll to see what you find

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As you face the next day you decide that perhaps the largest dilemma is that of your dwindling supplies, after today you'll only have about 8 days of rations left. Your trip is going to take a lot more than 8 days, that is assured. So while you trek to the top canopy of the worldwide city you spend just a bit more time inspecting rooms just a little more thoroughly than you did yesterday.

An overturned cushion, a cabinet opened, a balcony searched. Patterns such as these become more common as you try to find anything of value in already ransacked rooms. It seems much of the valuables have already long been taken. The only interesting thing you seem to find is after breaking the fragile lock on a safe in some ancient penthouse you find brittle paper with Bio faces on them. Just worthless junk, though Cle0 adopts a slightly somber expression when you show it to her.

It’s frustrating when you get into the late afternoon with nothing to show for your progress other than a miffed expression. The only thing Cle0 found was a slight shortcut through an old artillery shell hole that led through a collapsed building that cut off maybe half an hour from your journey as you didn’t have to climb the fallen building to get back to the rooftops.

There’s not a hint of ammunition or rations anywhere much less any sign of sentient life. After all, Cle0 wrote off the Syntho insect as odd but probably just something to do with the kingdom below up.

As you walk through the final building in the kingdom's territory you feel your stomach grumbling right before your foot tears something from the ground. You look down with the expectation of finding a warn carpet but are pleasantly surprised to find the telltale green sight of moss. It’s not exactly the best meal, in any shape or form. It helps keep the hunger pains away for a while.

You down the green floor rations with some water before continuing on to the last structure in the kingdom’s territory according to Cle0. But as you’re about to step out of a glassless window Cle0 spies two Synthos with spears and top boxes chatting with each other. And with the blue tabards draped over them theirs no doubt these are kingdom guards. Beyond the bridge they guard lies the unexplored territories, and next to the boxes they sit on is an elevator that goes deeper into the kingdom.

In response to seeing these, presumably hostile guards you

>Have Cle0 walk out and try and convince them to leave, they should attack another Syntho on sight at least [Play as Cle0]

>You see them and they don’t see you, go on the offensive [Plan of attack?]

> Try and sneak around without ever confronting them [Stealth roll]

>Something else? [Write-in]

>>5510723
>Have Cle0 walk out and try and convince them to leave, they should attack another Syntho on sight at least [Play as Cle0]

Waifu time

>>5510723
>Have Cle0 walk out and try and convince them to leave, they should attack another Syntho on sight at least [Play as Cle0]

>>5510723
>>Have Cle0 walk out and try and convince them to leave, they should attack another Syntho on sight at least [Play as Cle0]

>>5510723
>Have Cle0 walk out and try and convince them to leave, they should attack another Syntho on sight at least [Play as Cle0]

>>5510723
>Have Cle0 walk out and try and convince them to leave, they should attack another Syntho on sight at least [Play as Cle0]
I WILL PLAY AS THE BUG
I WILL PERSUADE ROBONERDS WITH FEMININE WILES
AND I WILL LIKE IT

>>5510769
>>5510960
>>5511154
>>5511586
>>5511590
Due to anonymous polling results, we shall be changing our regularly scheduled PoV to that of a bug.

Writing...

You are Cle-0, a top-of-the-line medical android. Created to be the best of the best of your model hence the ‘zero’ at the end of your name. Your abilities were designed to be surpassed by none and have no intellectual equal.

But all of that is ancient history as you’re on the verge of a panic attack because the guy you’ve been traveling with recently shoved a knife in your hand, told you to get the robot guards to leave, gave you a thumbs up, and practically shoved you out the window.

You’ve known his conscious self for what? Three days? And he’s already being more of a hassle than every other biological organism you’ve spoken with in the past decade… Granted aren’t many or any, you’re not exactly sure but your internal statement still counts!

You’re going to overheat if you get any more worked up so you decide to splash your waterproof circuits with cold water by yelling out to the two guards and waving with one hand far over your head. You’re internal safety programs and practically blaring that this is a bad idea in your mainframe.

It’s a good thing you don’t get pop-ups anymore…

When you pass about half the distance to the bridge their forms begin to take shape in the darkness and while the fact that they’re brandishing spears at you isn’t exactly the best sign the fact that they haven’t charged brings some ray of optimism. You carefully hide Fifteen’s knife in some back plating though, it probably wouldn’t be good if they saw that.

“Hey, hello! What are you fine folks doing out at this hour?” You call out, thankfully when you do they lower their spears somewhat. They must have heard the synthesized tone of your voice.

Upon closer inspection the figures seem similar, one is blue, large, and blocky while the other is pink, short, and sleek. Based on your memory banks, the last time you interacted with this pair was 2 years and 5 months and 13 days ago when they came to your base of operation and requested medical assistance for a noble.

You hated performing that job but with your moral obligations as a doctor, you can’t just say no.

The deep voice box of the blocky one blares to life. “Hey look Reb, it’s the hermit. Wonder what the hells she’s doing out here.”

“Hells would I know, Jek? She called the hermit for a reason.” Follows the lighter voice of the pink one.

“W-well I could answer your question if you tell me why you two are out here tonight.”

“Eeeh, sure thing, hermit. But first, ya look hungry, why don’t ya have a snack?” Jek says before reaching over to the metal crate he was just sitting on and throwing something at you.

It’s only after you catch the object by sinking the tips of your talons into the soft material that you remember just why you hate dealing with these people so much. For you cannot stop a yelp of horror from escaping your lips as you find yourself holding a severed arm that's clearly been gnawed on. You drop the limb faster than an old Eursain jet releases its payload but your reaction causes Jek to start laughing and Reb to yell.

“What the hells doc? That’s some perfectly good food stuff right there! Fresh too! Hey, pick it up so it doesn’t get dirty!” She’s cut off from continuing further by a loud slap on the back by Jek.

“Aw leave her lone, Reb. Just havin some harmless fun. Now doc, I think we’re the guards here so you tell us what you’re doing here first.”

It takes a moment to calm your nerves but eventually you’re able to regain your voice so to speak. “I’m just going out to collect some data on territory I haven’t explored in centuries. It’s nothing more than a passing fancy and I want to feel a bit more secure back home.” You hope neither of them notices how you can’t maintain eye contact as you bounce on your feet.

“Hells hermit ya know we’d always welcome you down below, no need to risk your life where some dirty Bio’s maybe lurkin.” Jek tries to reassure.

“Oh no that’s fine, thank you for the offer though. N-now why are you here?”

Reb is the one that answers this time. “His majesty told us to patrol around these upper parts to look for whatever it is that’s been shaking the ground recently. We’ve been stuck on this shift for a week if you could believe it.” She laments.

“O-oh I see that must suck then.”

“Yeah it does, would suck less though if you picked up our fuel though.”

“H-hey when you think you’re gonna be sent somewhere else.”

“First that’s probably confidential or somethin, second no idea. We usually leave a guard here while the other goes and patrols a bit tho.” Jek says.

“A-ah, I see.”

With this information you

>Try and persuade them to leave this bridge somehow, even if for only a little bit [Be as creative as you wish for this Write-in]

>Say you forgot something and head back to where Fifteen is [Go back to previous choices but can Write-in a plan of action using gained information for possible benefits]

>>5511677
>Try and persuade them to leave this bridge somehow, even if for only a little bit [Be as creative as you wish for this Write-in]

I wanna go this option but I am drawing blanks here. Can't get a good angle on these guys

>>5511679
>Say you forgot something and head back to where Fifteen is
Can't think of something else to do

>>5511913
>>5512074
For the sake of pace I'm going to rule this as heading back to the previous building. I'll write a short prompt and allow you to do the previous choices, though any write-in for specific plans of action can give you +x to your rolls.

You try and stutter out some response to convince these two to back off or perhaps check some other close by area giving you the ability to cross the bridge over the chasm below without hassle. Unfortunately all that comes out of your mouth is a series of umm and ahhhs. It’s rather embarrassing so you think of the best plan of action to get out of this scenario.


“Ah, sorry! I think I forgot my sleeping bag! I left it a ways back, but uh, I’ll see you later.”

As you bolt back you can’t hear either of their now muted responses.

When you leap through the window you came from you have to almost tackle Fifteen to stop him from getting up with his pistol drawn. You don’t think they’re suspicious of you but them seeing a human would certainly make it so.

“That didn’t take too long, what happened out there?” 15 asks before you relay all the information you’ve grabbed. That they’ve been here for weeks, they’re guard units, and they like to take turns with one patrolling the area and the other staying on the bridge.

There’s also the fact that the chasm the bridge crosses is wide and deep enough it would be a bit more than a hassle to find another way around.

With this information you


[Stay as Cle0]
>Go back out with a cleared head to persuade them to leave [Write-in]

[Play as Fifteen]
>They aren’t suspicious of you yet, use this to catch them off guard [Plan of attack?]

>Try and sneak around without confronting them, possibly using Cle0 as a distraction [Stealth roll]

>Wait for one to leave and then do one of the previous choices

>>5512411
>Try and sneak around without confronting them, possibly using Cle0 as a distraction [Stealth roll]

>>5512411
>Try and sneak around without confronting them, possibly using Cle0 as a distraction [Stealth roll]

>>5512419
>>5512467
Locked in. Can I get a couple of d20 rolls, please?

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>5512538
Gonna sleep now

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>5512538

Going to sleep will be continuing tomorrow

>>5512608
>>5512610
Sorry anons I got busy yesterday, and because of such won't ask for another roll for that 5% critfail chance since a 17 passes.

You are the man with the number 15 tattooed onto your face, and currently, you’ve put your faith in a Syntho known as Cle0 to distract two other Synthos that want to eat you like a normal person eats moss or beasts. It is by far the best situation you’ve been in, having to rely on someone other than yourself, but is also not the worst seeing as you aren't bleeding out, yet.

Cle0 left a couple of minutes ago and seeing how neither of the other two robots is even facing away from the bridge this might just be a failur-

And Cle0’s somehow convinced the smaller pink Syntho to start walking away to some collapsed tower in the not-so-far distance. She meant to do that, you’re certain with the way she hides and thumbs up behind her back before swaying and getting rid of it to speak with said hand.

When she turns around so the blue Syntho is forced to look away from the bridge you act. With pistol in hand, you leap out of the window and make the landing, sound soft enough that the hostile Syntho doesn’t even twitch. About 15 meters out from the bridge you start to dash, being careful to watch where you step lest you trip and mess up everything.

Seemingly unexpecting your rapid pacing Cle0 lets out some sort of strange cry before trying to talk as loud as she can and seemingly can’t help herself from looking directly at you.

The crunching of bone from the blue Syntho does more to mask the little sound you make than she does.

Soon enough you’ve made it to the bridge and instead of risking it by running across and allowing the pink and blue Syntho to catch you from the corner of their ocular modulus’. So you do what in your mind is the best course of action, and leap off the side of the chasm and grab onto some old rusted pipes to shimmy your way across the bridge unopposed.

When you hear the shrill shriek of a synthesized voice you realize that you aren’t exactly working alone and you probably should have filled Cle0 in on your plan, somewhat at least.

..

After about half an hour of walking away from the bridge Cle0 finally lets up on her long rant about how much of an idiot and stupidhead you are. She hadn’t stopped talking since you met up inside the building next to the bridge. Then there was buzzing and ringing that would keep appearing during your walks, that one was annoying and uncalled for, hopefully not life-threatening as well.

But now that you’re a good distance from two Synthos and in uncharted territory you’re able to set up camp for the night then before sleeping you

>Talk to Cle0 [About what?]

>Your stomach rumbles. You’ve eaten but you can still eat a day's worth of rations [Will allow you to take 2 exploration actions]

>Try and figure out where the buzzing and ringing is coming from [DM ROLL]

>Just go to sleep

>>5514783
>Talk if she has any clues of what we should expect

>>5514783
>Talk if she has any clues of what we should expect

OP did something happen ? At least give us some light

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>>5524162
Sorry, I've been busy with end-of-semester final papers that have been eating my will to write. I'll try to push another update tonight since this is a decent enough stopping point.

Cle0 looks at you, just looks at you for a nice long minute. It’s only after you said those words that you realized what you just asked. You couldn’t stop yourself from cringing, rightfully so too, after those words left your mouth. Her blank stare really rubs salt in the wound as well.

“Did you just ask what we should expect, when we’re going through an unexplored area?”

You open your mouth to reply, close it, find nothing to say, before simply nodding.

“Are you… dumb?”

You nod.

It's there that she can’t keep her blank face anymore before a single giggle breaks out, then another, before finally she’s grasping at some artificial organ in her throat as she laughs uncontrollably. If she had tear ducts they’d no doubt be working overtime as well.

You just sit there awkwardly, the embarrassment of the last few minutes showing itself as a slight blush you can feel crawl onto your face.

“N-no, I'm sorry. I’m sorry but come on Fifteen, you must have hit your head on that dive or something.”

“Yeah, that, uh, certainly wasn’t my proudest moment. I still mean it though, it's close enough that you gotta have some idea, right?”

“No I really don’t, the little synthetic bug was weird and the guards mentioned some weird tremors but that’s all I have to go off of. I really don’t go outside much.”

“Well, whatever it is I guess I’ll find out tomorrow night.” You say with a yawn before getting yourself in a comfortable enough position to fall asleep. It’s cold hard concrete but you’ve slept in worse, like in an ice bath.

As you drift off into the darkness of unconsciousness you can hear Cle0 idly hum a tune that sounds familiar. You try not to dwell on it though, you'll need all your strength for whatever comes out in the unknown.

Going to go dark here anons, it's been fun but my plates pretty busy and I don't know if I'll pick this back up.

Sincerely, thank you all for playing.

>>5524672
Thanks OP. Do you plan on making a twitter to warn us about anything ?

>>5525086
Sure, I didn't even think of doing that but I can.

https://twitter.com/nightknightqm?s=21&t=nu-ZD7t0hUSC2WdrRy1P1g

>>5525382
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=NightKnight%20QM
Archived the quest since you didn't.