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vulpesvivus) wrote2012-06-11 08:37 pm
vulpesvivus) wrote2012-06-11 08:37 pm
☮ 062; [text/action]
[Olivine was nice, Otacon couldn't argue that point. It was peaceful and calm as far as he could tell, and the breeze coming off the ocean was nostalgic in several ways--not all of them good. He'd been raised in a city not entirely unlike this, close to the sound of waves and the smell of saltwater.]
[It was familiar, and that made it painful. Maybe it wouldn't bother him quite so much if--]
[If Liquid was here? He shook his head at that, sighing. It didn't matter, thinking things like that. Liquid, Sunny, Snake, Raiden...he was separated from them by god only knew how many parallel worlds. And years on top of that, in Liquid's case. No matter how much he thought about 'what if' and 'if only', nothing would change. The situation was what it was, and as always Hal Emmerich was left alone.]
[He stood on the shoreline for a while, long enough to lose track of time, quietly staring at the ocean and thinking things over. Olivine was peaceful, quiet...and Otacon was left feeling like he was a lost and lonely teenager all over again.]
[After who knew how long he'd spent staring out at nothing, Otacon took out his Pokegear and started typing. What else could he really do? His options came down to 'talk to someone' or 'go insane'.]
Nobody has to read this, and I really don't care if you ignore it or not. All I want is to talk for a while, and I don't have many people left here that I know would listen.
My name is Doctor Hal Emmerich, and there's only ever been two things I'm good at--computer programming and engineering. That's all I have and really all I can do. I left home when I was seventeen, and from then until I was twenty-five I was on my own doing nothing but studying and working with machinery.
Outside of this world I've only ever had one close friend. I don't have any family, and anyone else I've ever cared about...they're gone too. But in the year or two I've spent in Johto, I've actually had friends. That's not something I'm really used to, even now.
What I'm used to is losing people, and that's all that's happened lately. I've always thought I was cursed to have terrible things happen to anyone and everyone I care about, and I don't think that's changed. My closest friend from home and the person I loved are both gone, and I don't know what's left. All I know is that I don't want to be alone. Not again. But I don't want anyone else to disappear or get hurt just because they're associated with me. I don't know what to do, where to go, or who to talk to.
That's why I'm sending this message to the network in general. Maybe someone will know what to do or be able to point me in the right direction so I don't feel like I'm seventeen and just ran away from home all over again. Or give me an idea of what to do so I don't just lock myself in a hotel room and disassemble everything mechanical.
[It was familiar, and that made it painful. Maybe it wouldn't bother him quite so much if--]
[If Liquid was here? He shook his head at that, sighing. It didn't matter, thinking things like that. Liquid, Sunny, Snake, Raiden...he was separated from them by god only knew how many parallel worlds. And years on top of that, in Liquid's case. No matter how much he thought about 'what if' and 'if only', nothing would change. The situation was what it was, and as always Hal Emmerich was left alone.]
[He stood on the shoreline for a while, long enough to lose track of time, quietly staring at the ocean and thinking things over. Olivine was peaceful, quiet...and Otacon was left feeling like he was a lost and lonely teenager all over again.]
[After who knew how long he'd spent staring out at nothing, Otacon took out his Pokegear and started typing. What else could he really do? His options came down to 'talk to someone' or 'go insane'.]
Nobody has to read this, and I really don't care if you ignore it or not. All I want is to talk for a while, and I don't have many people left here that I know would listen.
My name is Doctor Hal Emmerich, and there's only ever been two things I'm good at--computer programming and engineering. That's all I have and really all I can do. I left home when I was seventeen, and from then until I was twenty-five I was on my own doing nothing but studying and working with machinery.
Outside of this world I've only ever had one close friend. I don't have any family, and anyone else I've ever cared about...they're gone too. But in the year or two I've spent in Johto, I've actually had friends. That's not something I'm really used to, even now.
What I'm used to is losing people, and that's all that's happened lately. I've always thought I was cursed to have terrible things happen to anyone and everyone I care about, and I don't think that's changed. My closest friend from home and the person I loved are both gone, and I don't know what's left. All I know is that I don't want to be alone. Not again. But I don't want anyone else to disappear or get hurt just because they're associated with me. I don't know what to do, where to go, or who to talk to.
That's why I'm sending this message to the network in general. Maybe someone will know what to do or be able to point me in the right direction so I don't feel like I'm seventeen and just ran away from home all over again. Or give me an idea of what to do so I don't just lock myself in a hotel room and disassemble everything mechanical.
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this one only pretends she knows the first thing about robotics, oops]It's really that simple? That's amazing--all the cybernetic prosthetics and exoskeletons I've come across looked incredibly hard to maintain, not to mention actually harmful in some cases.
Kind of funny, actually--technology's incredibly advanced in my world compared to most others, but I don't think we've ever come up with something as simple and useful as that.
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so we are on the same boat, great!]I can call it simple, but I've been working with them ever since I was twelve, so... My opinion is mostly overruled by everyone else who think it's like trying to teach words to a dog or something. At least the keeping them in perfect condition part is simple, as long as people remember to do everything that the mechanics told them to do. It would be fun to learn to maintain those more complicated works too! And well, automails could be harmful in wrong hands... Maybe some of them are harder to maintain, I just haven't met that kind of automails yet.
Hahah, well we're from the opposite worlds then - automails are one the most advanced things that we have there, but most things that I hear about other worlds sound so high-tech, I almost can't believe it. But I come from the year 1915, so maybe it's no wonder compared to those who come from... Some time much later.
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...Wait, I'm sorry, 1915? You've got prosthetic technology like that in 1915?
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...Yeah? My grandmother has run an automail business for ages and I was born in 1899.
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Er...well, I started with computer programming and some basic mechanisms when I was about fourteen or fifteen. Around nine years ago I was working on a large-scale bipedal robot that could be piloted by a single person--about 40 feet tall, fully armored and nearly impossible to take down in combat.
But that was in 2005. I'm actually a little embarrased to admit it's 2014 for me and no one's invented something quite as simple as your automail. At least, not as far as I know. I could be wrong, but I don't think I've come across it.