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Ezekiel Cartwright

"Even when this is all over, can we truly call ourselves free?"

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a character in “Neon Streets”, as played by Wolf's Bane109

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"I've got the whole world in front of me, and I'm not letting go."
just paste the quote here tbh-Kellin Quinn


Gasoline // Blood//Water // Panic Room // You're Somebody Else // The Strays // Oh My My // Until We Go Down // Revolution // Monsters //In My Blood //

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xxxxx|| Name || Given: Ezekiel Zeke Cartwright | Android #358595065 Fives
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xxxxx|| Nicknames || Zeke | Mostly used by Kylar // Fives | Used as a codename due to his serial number
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xxxxx|| Gender || None, but prefers male | He/Him
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xxxxx|| Age || Appears to be Twenty Five
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xxxxx|| Birthday || Unknown, doesn't remember. Designated to be October 31st by Kylar
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xxxxx|| Sexuality || Pansexual | Asexual
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xxxxx|| Composition || Revolutionary Android
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xxxxx|| Height || 5' 10"
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xxxxx|| Weight || 180lbs
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xxxxx|| Hair Color || Jet black
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xxxxx|| Eye Color || Dark brown/light gold in sunlight
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xxxxx|| Identifying Features || Has a small indent in his upper lip, has a port behind his right ear for constant upgrades from Kylar
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xxxxx|| Description || He is by no means tall or muscular, he rather the opposite. He's on the shorter end of the spectrum, as well as being somewhat lanky and lacking most muscle definition. He has a less than intimidating appearance and seems to draw people in than push them away, slightly to his dismay. Fives doesn't consider himself much to look at, and as such usually tends to dress in simple jackets and jeans, with the occasional flare added in due to Kylar's incessive insistance. He usually always has a backpack of some kind with him as he usually carries various pieces of equipment and technology with him as he follows around Kylar whenever they are out in the city. He's much smaller than he would like, and usually wears baggy and loose fitting clothing to hopefully appear bigger than he actually is.
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Unlike many of his kind, Ezekiel was given as much free will as he was allowed to have. His former owner, who viewed Ezekiel as his own son, gave him as much freedom as anyone could want. He was able to read, inform himself on how things work, think for himself and be allowed to feel. And as such, he became as human as he could, emotionally and mentally wise. Arthur had a few different upgrades added to Zeke overtime to help with the times, meaning his processers and database was constantly being expanded. He learned compassion, kindness, equality, and what it was like to care for someone. While he didn't exactly understand what love was or how to have those feelings for someone, he was a caretaker so looking after others came naturally to him.

Ezekiel became a very kind, caring and sweet soul over time due to Arthur's influence over him. He was able to get a taste of what freedom was, well, could be like. But it only went so far. He knew he was simply an AI that appeared and functioned much like a human, something he could never be. As much as he wanted to be. Zeke had done everything as asked, followed every order as requested with no hesitations, that was until Arthur had asked for help. To make his suffering end, he didn't know what to do. For once in his life he wasn't sure to follow orders, or fail to follow through. His mind was wracked with what he assumed was some semblance of emotions, but after seeing Arthur's health only deteriorate even more over time. Unlike most AI, his thoughts were influenced by the humanity he was shown, something he often struggles with still. He isn't sure if he's made the right choices in the past, or if he's made some of the worst decisions he could ever make. All he knows now is that he owes someone his life, and will do no matter what it takes to help the Revolution. He knows he is nothing more than a program, but something in the back of his mind is slowly coming undone, and he doesn't like it. He tends to have more hesitations with things and decisions, almost like there is a moment of lag before following through with things. He doesn't like the thought of slowly losing control of himself, and that scares him more than anything. Rogue androids will and can be tracked down, and he knows it's only a matter of time until they come for him to. Something he hopes he can prolong just a little bit longer.

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xxxxx|| Likes || freedom and equality // the revolution, even if he doesn't always agree with Kylar's ways of doing things // humans, they interest him more than anything else // the color blue, pink, and seafoam green // soft and plush things, especially stuffed toys // music // children, he was made to be a caretaker so it comes as no surprise for his softspot with them // looking after others and making sure they are okay // Kylar, they saved him from being reset and as such he considers owing them a life debt and does whatever he can to keep them safe // being seen as useful // equality, even if he isn't always considered as such by everyone // the thought of being a free android
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xxxxx|| Dislikes || drugs // alcohol // blood and gore // useless violence // seeing those he cares about in danger // the color orange, yellow and bright green // cigarettes // anti-android propaganda and bigots // being viewed as less due to not being human // the slavery his people have endured due to humans
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xxxxx|| Fears || any harm coming to Kylar and everyone else he cares for // being taken away and reset, or worse being taken apart and sold for scrap // the day when his programing begins to glitch or become outdated as he is an older model // being found and taken away from the life he now lives // never being free //
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xxxxx|| Secrets || Arthur had asked Zeke to put him to rest, if the truth of it came out he would be torn apart and sold for spare parts that he was involved with a human's death // he's helped Kylar on plenty of their missions // knows that his programming stability is slowly falling apart and is only waiting for it to completely falter // he knows what happened to Kylar's sister and knows it will only make matters worse when that comes to light xx
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xxxxx|| Abilities || like most of his kind, he doesn't really have anything that makes him special. His natural passiveness and unwilingness to fight makes him more of a liability than help
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xxxxx|| Talents || cooking, cleaning, organizing, and anything else that would come from a care taker android
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xxxxx|| Strengths || cooking, organizing things and his photographic memory // his loyalty and over protective nature for those around him // since being a caretaker, he has an uncontrollable urge to look after others, even if it puts him in danger
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xxxxx|| Weaknesses || the fact he is too passive and unwilling to fight, it goes against everything he was programmed for // while he can get angry and frustrated, he physically is unable to lash out, which only causes his programming to become more unhinged as time goes on // the fact that his programming is slowly falling apart and he can't stop it, even with constant upgrades which only seem to be making the process speed up than slow down

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Awakening
"Android Number 358595065, do you cooperate?" an unknown voice called as darkness surrounded him, until a soft bright light slowly faded in and out until he found himself blinking as his programing finally booted up. Dark brown orbs scanned the room as the android looked around. "Model 358595065 is active and awaiting your orders." the voice came out in an ever monotone semblance. An older man came into view, giving the android another look over as a smile overcame his face. "He looks perfect." the gentleman said. "And what do you wish to call it?" the other questioned. "Ezekiel. You'll be coming home with me. Does that sound alright?" the old man said with a smile. "As you wish, sir."

Four Days After Activation
"So, Ezekiel. What do you want to do with your life? Except to look after me?" Arthur said with a chuckle. The android blinked for a moment before finally looked up at Arthur, "I exist to solely be a caretaker for you, Arthur. I have no desires." it stated solemnly. Arthur gave a sorrowful look to the android as it explained its lack of wanting more in life. "But don't you want more? To be more than...Than this?" Ezekiel looked the man up and down silently, as if in thought. "I am perfectly content as I am, Arthur. I have no issues being here for you. It's what I was made for after all." he said matter of factly. The aged man gave a soft sigh as he went back to reading his paper.

One Year After Activation
"C'mon, Zeke. Please, do me a favor?" he questioned the android as they stood in a mostly empty auditorium. "Of course, Arthur. What is it?" he questioned. "Paint something for me. Anything at all. It's your choice, I can't tell you what to paint. That's up for you to decide." the android pondered for a moment as he looked over the blank canvas, looking back at the man then around the room. Silence filled the room. It felt like ages as the android slowly began painting, which had finally come to an end after an unknown amount of time. Stepping back, Arthur gave the canvas a proper look over, a smile creasing his lips. "Why'd you paint the city, Zeke?" the android pondered for a moment before looking at the man, "It's where life seems so...open. Where you can do anything and...and be anyone." he said plainly, a small smile creased Arthur's lips. "I didn't mean for it to sound like I was ungrateful for what you've given me, Arthur. I'm sorry..." his voice dipped a bit. Arthur simply chuckled as he placed his hand on the android's shoulder as he spoke, "It's alright, son. There's nothing to be sorry for."

Eight Years After Activation
"I have a favor to ask of you, son." the old man said between raspy breaths as he laid in his bed. "Of course, what is it, Arthur?" he questioned. Arthur looked at him with a shadow of a smile, "I want you to help me...To stop the pain. Please." he pleaded. "I already gave you your daily dose of medication. I can't give you any more. Your instructions stated to be very careful with that, Art-" "I know that, son. But I'm asking you, for one last favor...Please." he begged. Zeke looked him over slowly, feeling an unknown tug in the back of his mind as something felt...different. "I can't...I...Okay, Arthur...Okay..."

Day of Deactivation, Two Years Ago
Everything seemed like a blur as he was removed from Arthur's home as the coroners were called in. Ezekiel was forced into a transit convoy with other androids, like sardines in an all too small can. He didn't know what was going on, all he knew was that he was being taken away from everything that he had spent the better part of a decade and was going to be reset and then sent off somewhere else as whispers about the small cabin were heard. He didn't know how long he had been in the small transit for until the cart they were on came to a screeching halt. The doors were flung open as bright lights washed over the room, the androids cowering in fear of whatever was going on. In stepped, a rather short figure, dressed in a dark cloak that looked around the cabin silently. As if almost counting, "Whoever wants to come with me, feel free. But we're getting out of here. What you do from here on out is your choice, no one else can make this choice for you. Either come with me, and live as free as possible with ensured protection, or stay and be shipped off to be reset and in an endless cycle of this until you're decommissioned. Your choice." the figure said as they began to walk away. Slowly a few of the androids slowly rose to their feet as they began to follow the unknown figure. Ezekiel didn't know why, but he found himself quickly getting to his feet as he made a bee-line for the cloaked figure, "Please, I want to come with you...If you'll have me." he said as he looked down at the figure, who simply looked up at him, eyeing him over. "What's your name?" Ezekiel gave them a tilt of their head for a moment, Android 358595065." the figure gave him a smile as they gave a nod of their head while exiting the transit cart, "Alright, Fives. You're with me. Let's go before they catch us. We got shit to do." Ezekiel gave a small smile as he followed behind the mysterious figure as a handful of androids followed suit, disappearing into the lower levels of Infinity for his new life, whatever that may have entailed, he welcomed.


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writer: wolf's bane109 - fc: rami malek - hex code: #104291


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So begins...

Ezekiel Cartwright's Story

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: H.A.R.L.I.E Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright Character Portrait: John Cross

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miles' home/workshop • outfit#35404F
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A hundred years of peace and prosperity in Infinity City. That’s what was being celebrated. Not everyone cared about the celebrations; the parade would be held on the upper streets and floating walkways, so over half of the population wouldn’t even be able to see it unless they tuned into the transmission. For most of the city, this was just another bank holiday. The words “peace and prosperity” just didn’t ring true to those at ground level, it was just another day to be reminded of all they didn’t have. At least it wasn’t raining.

The decorations had been up for weeks (well, closer to ground level they’d only bothered to reprogram some of the signage to indicate the big day), and they’d really pulled out all the stops. There was no way to miss it, with a reminder around every corner. There would be parties, television specials, the news would probably run a story about it, as if the whole thing wasn’t just an empty celebration.

Well, that’s how Miles felt, anyway.

He’d seen the worst and the best that Infinity had to offer, and he wasn’t particularly impressed. His family had been built up and held to unrealistic standards, once. Lived high above the city. He didn’t remember living up there, among the clouds, but he still got glimpses of it occasionally. His work was one of the worst-kept secrets in town, and he built tech for all sorts. Sometimes he thought that he would have liked to have grown up higher in the dizzying expanse of the city, he felt a little robbed of it. His father’s greed had stolen the life he may have had. He could still craft his tech, though. He loved creating, using technology to manipulate the way he could think and see, and even feel. He didn’t mind the extra money some people were willing to pay to buy it off the market, either. Some people had a hard time trusting that companies were actually following regulation, and Miles understood that. It was easier to get back at a single guy than a faceless corporation if your tech failed you.

Business carried on as usual, for Miles. When you work all alone, a day off is rare. Even more rare when the nature of your work requires that you constantly do more work or you’ll lose everything and end up right back where you started.

Maybe that was the paranoia talking.

Either way, he liked to keep himself busy. Busy hands, busy mind, not as much time to think about everything that could go wrong.

He was just finishing up with a client, he’d had to learn how to install neurotech out of necessity; turns out, people who bought back alley tech often didn’t have a safe way to install it. He hated doing it, but knowing how definitely made it easier for him to test his pieces (mostly on himself), so he didn’t complain.

He liked to keep the television (at this point, it was almost just called that out of tradition) going in the other room, it provided some background noise, and blocked out most of the sounds of his work. Everyone on the street knew what he did, but it kept the police out of his business, and that was most of what he cared about. After finishing up his install, he noticed a familiar voice from the other room. Cordelia Hallis was a familiar voice (and face) to most everyone in Infinity. Miles just couldn’t stand to hear, or see, her anymore. Not when he could help it. He’d have to remember to turn it off.

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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Human-Cyborg // Attire & Mask // Hex: #800000

Oops I did it again, I
Forgot what I was losing my mind about
I only wrote this down to make you press rewind
And send a message, "I was young and a menace"
Young, young, young and a menace


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The ever droling sound of speeder cars and electro-trains buzzed about the city from above as life on the top floors flourished, while the sound of remote silence and never-ending and echoing footsteps came from below. The lower levels were an utter scum filled infestation of crime, violence, and revulsion. Something about that was as perfect of a place as any to set up multiple sanctions around the lower levels of Infinity. Least place the law enforcement would really want to go, as the further they went, the worse things got. Might as well use it to your advantage if people think you're dead, and stopped hunting you down for the first time in months. A figure sat along the railing of one of the middle levels as they looked up at the broadcast that was taking place. Cordelia fucking Hallis, in the god damn flesh, well, whatever remained of it anyway. Just the sight of that woman made their stomach turn, as well as always bring a yawn of borden to Kylar. If there was anyone else that they hated more than the military, it was Cordelia. Well, maybe hate was too harsh a word. Kylar sure had their grudges and distaste for plenty of people, Cordelia being one, it was more so of annoyance due to her very clear vocal opinion about the Revolution.

Something about the woman never sat well with them, and it has only been since has gone on, that Kylar has grown to have their own suspicions about the woman that married into the Elite. How is it that someone that came from nothing, became what she is now? Now wasn't the time to dwell on that. The figure shook their head as they slowly got to their feet, still standing on the metal railing with ease. Hands in their pockets as they looked around their surroundings.

"Remember boys and girls, the corporations are here to help you." the voice seemed to boom into their ears from above.

Kylar glared, studying the screen. Something didn't exactly seem right before the screen cut off from the broadcast. The way Cordelia seemed to act was, somewhat out of characteristic for her. Not that she had many character to begin with, but Kylar couldn't help but feel like it was odd. But they couldn't dwell on that now. They had their own job to do. The sound of a small beep alerted to them on an incoming call on their comlink. Pressing a small button on their wrist, it automatically connected to the small earpiece that they had. "Oh so now you decided to call me, huh? And to think, you just missed Cordelia's broadcast as well. Shame." Kylar quickly rattled off. Jumping off of the railing and into the main part of the small catwalk that they were on, "And as if you even had to ask if me if we were doing this. Of course we are. But first, I have a little surprise for the people above. Check it." Kylar said with a grin.

Kylar turned back to the direction of which the screen that had the broadcast not moments ago, pressing a few buttons on their wrist, four small drones seemed to appear out of nowhere. Slowly making their way to the screen, quickly deploying what first seemed like a gas or smoke across the screens. Which quickly turned and formed into a projected image, as thousands of mico-nanobots came together. Projected, in a large bold font was simply one word for all to see.

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A grin formed on their face, one way to piss off a whole group of people, proceed to vandalize and spread propaganda. Fight fire with fire, was slowly how things were beginning to go. As much as Ky may not have liked it, if the humans wanted to start something, then let them come across some anarchy. Even if it was more of a petty move than outright sign of violence, for now it would do. Looking back at the small hologram of Angel, Ky gave a small salute. "Up to you now, partner. I shall be catching you later." Kylar said with a chuckle, knowing full well what Angel's next question was going to be. "I got a race to get to, don't you remember? You're a big guy that can take care of your end of things here. I have that much faith in you to not mess things up. So, goodluck, buddy! Tell me how things go when you're finished!" Ky said as they quickly disconnected the call, not giving Angel much time to argue.

Looking back, they gave a large figure who was dressed in a full-body suit of armor a smile, "Don't go giving me that look. Okay? I did my part here. Besides, these races don't take forever like they used to. I'll be back at the hangout before you even begin to miss me. So, deuces!" Ky said as they gave the android a salute, and quickly dove off the side of the railing and down below. A medium-sized hoverboard was quickly deployed from what seemed like a small cube-shaped object, and Kylar landed on it with ease, quickly regaining their balance. They needed to get to the race quickly, taking the back ends of the lower levels and sticking to the less crowded places.







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Revolutionary-Android // Armor // Hex: #104291

Woke up on the wrong side of reality
And there's a madness that's just coursing right through me
And as far as the time, far as the time
Not sure I'm there yet but I'm certain I've arrived


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Hours of relative peace and quiet were something he had originally planned on and wanted for the day. At least today. That was it. But he found himself being fulled away as Kylar wanted Fives to accompany them, for whatever reason. Was wanting to be left alone in peace for one day too much to ask? With a contemplated sigh, Ezekiel found himself getting dressed into the armor that Kylar profusely suggested he wear whenever they went out. It helped make him look tough and scary, Ky told him. But he knew the real reason. Ezekiel was by no means intimidating or scary on his own. And if they came across any sign of trouble, they'd be easy targets. But with the armor he was given, it helped to give him somewhat of an uphand with the intimidation factor, something the android couldn't say wasn't nice to have.

An hour later he found himself and Kylar standing in the shadows of some of the lower levels, simply standing out of sight as they watched the broadcast come on. Ezekiel had no disdain or distaste for Cordelia, if anything, he felt sorry for her. Or what he assumed sadness and pity felt like. He wasn't exactly sure why, but whenever he saw her face, he couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt. Even though he had nothing to do what happened to her, seeing what became of her was, saddening to say the least. She wasn't even fully a human anymore, that much was obvious, and no matter how much the others told him to forget about it, he couldn't fully let it go.

Silently he stood a few feet away from Kylar, hands clasped neatly and tightly behind his back as he stood. Simply watching everything take place around him. The armor he wore always made him feel much smaller than he was, as well as somewhat claustrophobic, as he never did do well with tight spaces. but with the modifications Ky made to the suit, he couldn't entirely complain. It wasn't as tight as it was last time, and managed to be more breathable, something he appreciated. One thing he did always take note of from Kylar, whenever someone made a comment on something being too uncomfortable or tight, or not fitting right, without a word the person would find whatever the issue was would be fixed. Never vocally having to say they made changes or had worked on something to fit their needs. Zeke knew it was Ky's way of showing that they heard and listened, and in a way, cared. Even if they never said it out loud, for those that knew them, it was one of the small things that reminded others that Ky was indeed still human. Just had plenty of walls keeping themselves guarded.

Ezekiel was shaken out of his thoughts when Kylar spoke up, clearly talking to Angel about their plans, and watched as holographic images were yet again spread across the main square in the upper levels for all to see. Shaking his head, he guessed it was better than acting out in outright violence, like causing explosions or actual terrorist attacks like the Corporations and Military tried saying and equating them to. Ezekiel blinked when the conversation between Ky and Angel came to a rather abrupt end. Cocking his head to the side when Ky told him not to look at them like that, and that they wouldn't be back too late. "But Ky wait I-" was all the android was able to get out before Kylar jumped off the railing and fell down below. Taking off like a bullet on one of their hoverboards. The android sighed, shaking his head once more as he was now left alone, in the middle of the city. He'd have to make his way back to their main place of operations, and it was sadly a long walk from where he was now left alone. "Didn't even have the common decency to give me a ride back home?" the android muttered to himself as he turned and began to make his way back to the apartment. He didn't even want to come outside today, yet here he was. Now left alone to his thoughts. Fantastic.

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: Yuri Capra Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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she might get lonely at times, but that was to be expected.
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he was a mere background character in other people's lives.


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tell stories. sad stories about bodies stolen, bodies no longer here.
xenraging stories about the false images, devastating lies, untold violence. x
bold, brash stories about reclaiming our bodies and changing the world.


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the parade was not something Yuri had wanted to attend- she saw little reason to celebrate, and the elaborate and expensive nature of the celebrations only sought to reestablish a clear financial gap. The government could afford to spend millions of dollars on elaborate lightworks and performances- less so on tackling their precious city's rampant poverty. It was insincere, and the falseness of the event tasted like salt on her tongue.

but she had to be here, if not for herself, then for what she stood for. It was the most highly televised event since her 'accident,' and since then, she had become something of a symbol. She was a whistle blower, the whistleblower. But more importantly to the people of Infinity, she was a sign of failure. A voice that the Powers That Be had unsuccessfully attempted to smother in fire and blood. Most targets went silently, but her miraculous survival had prompted rumours and hearsays, most of which miraculously pointed in the right direction. Her tragic accident had become an unconfirmed assassination attempt, and now there was little They could do, else prove the conspiracy theorists correct.

and so she stood in the crowd, strong of stance and expression, leaning into the discomfort of curious eyes. She was used to fame, but it was different now. Danger had never really registered with her before- but now she could seldom sleep without remembering the smell of her own flesh burning black.

the presence of Essie beside her was ironically comforting, considering the android's role in her trauma. Perhaps it was Essie's curiosity that softened the tension of the parade, or maybe Yuri simply felt safer knowing that the planet's most affective combatant droid was acting as her volunteer bodyguard.

maybe both.

On behalf of all of us, we will be donating half a million dollars to the Infinity Relief Organization for Needy Families."

the familiar voice brought her back to centre, and she looked up at the screens, and the woman present on them, with a sombre expression. She looked so different, it was hard to recognise her now. Every rough edge had been sanded to smooth, every mar erased from existence. She looked like a doll, but she played like a puppet, spouting government-friendly soundbites, and disingenuous conciliations.

even her eyes were completely-

blink

Yuri paused, stepping toward the screen, watching with intent.

"Essie, did you catch that?"

"The speech? It's recorded in my memory bank, yes. However, considering it's propagandist nature I wouldn't recommend-"

"Not the speech, her face- her blinking, I mean."

"No, sorry, I was distracted by the attempted indoctrination- a moment, please." As Yuri's gaze remained locked on her old friend, Cordelia Hallis, Essie's glazed over for just a second. Indiscernible to any onlooker, she searched through her recent memories, replaying the speech's conclusion.

"It seems she was blinking in code. Morse, presumably. She said-"

"S.O.S." Yuri's voice was a whisper, her head rife with contradicting emotions. Relief washed over all the rest; after all these years, her friend was still in there.

"We have to get her out of there. I don't know how, but we have to."

Essie had no opportunity to respond, any reply she may have had was drowned out by gasps and screams, and nanobots collected at the stage, and words formed, red and bright: Menace.

People had begun to panic at the sight, but Essie remained seemingly unaffected by the drama, her gaze hooked to the stage where Cordelia still stood. She looked to Yuri.

"She needs us to 'save her soul,' yes?" "Huh?" Yuri blinked, disarmed by the sudden turn of events, and Essie responded with a resolute smile, "Then I shall."

She took off towards Cordelia, moving through the crowd like a dancer, all smoothness and grace. The woman's blinking replayed over and over in her memory bank, and had done so since it was first drawn to her attention.

Save our souls. As an android, she didn't have a soul of her own, but she was eager nonetheless, to see what one looked like.

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Ozric Slade Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: Yuri Capra Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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but am i just a broken machine?
androidx|xoutfitx|x#DC403B
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Astrid knew she needed to get out of the way, people were still bumping into her left and right; some were leaving, others were trying to get a better look at one thing or another. It was overwhelming, trying to pinpoint an opening so she could just get out of everyone’s way. She was always causing problems, wasn’t she? Maybe that’s why everyone sends me away.

She had just found a way, and just needed a moment to get through, when it happened. There was a loud boom, and a lot of screaming. Suddenly, all she seemed to be able to process was the fear of everyone around her. She quickly looked around: people were running away, now. Maybe back home. Maybe just as far away as they could get. There was another explosion. It wasn’t safe here, was it? She needed to go, but the fear everyone felt… It was just her programming, but she felt the intense need to protect the humans around. They were frightened, and it was only getting worse with every passing moment.

She didn’t know if it was being broadcast over the speakers, or just in her mind, but she heard an overwhelming chorus of, “Stay calm. We have everything under control.” It didn’t look like everything was under control, but Astrid knew that was what they always said. If the powers that be couldn’t control a situation, they’d lose control of everything. Still, in control or not, there wasn’t anything Astrid could do. She wasn’t well-suited to crisis situations; she was a domestic droid.

Astrid caught sight of a little girl, presumably separated from her family, and all thoughts of retreating to the relative safety of the seedy underbelly of the city left her mind. Suddenly the only thing that felt right was helping the child. Caring for children was what she was programmed for, after all.

Then there were more people, who Astrid only recognised as being associates of the Alpire Corporation. What did they manufacturer? Weapons? They had arrived very quickly, Astrid thought, and immediately started cordoning off areas, ushering people away and to different places of the city. “Don’t worry,” They said, “We’re here to help you.” Maybe they’d been hired as private security.

There was some sort of weapon fire from somewhere above. Astrid couldn’t place it, but the Alpire Corp representatives certainly used the moment to keep corralling people along. Keeping order, it seemed, was the top priority.

Astrid was getting swept along with the crowd, weapons were still firing from, what sounded like, all directions. “Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Astrid could hardly tell if the person in question was a human under all of their armor. “There's a warehouse nearby where-” Then the person in question seemed to realize that Astrid was an android, “We don’t have the space for androids.”

A gesture was all it took to seal her fate, it seemed. Astrid was grabbed from behind, and deposited back into the middle of the square, to fend for herself. Something strong that she didn’t quite understand filled her, and she felt quite resigned to whatever was in store for her. She didn’t have anywhere to go, not really, so she figured that she would probably be shot down and then tossed on a scrap heap somewhere. She wasn’t just going to stand around, though. Maybe she could get lucky, find some place to hide… At least until this blew over. It couldn’t last forever.







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Even as Miles went to switch off the broadcast, it cut to a shot of the crowd on the ground. The city’s government loved to show off how well everyone got along when it suited them. Sometimes the news organizations played along, and some played nicer than others. Normally he wouldn’t care, if not for the fact that the crowd seemed to be pretty worked up. Surely that wasn’t the image Infinity City officials wanted to broadcast. The first explosion went off right before they cut the footage to some pre-recorded message of peace and prosperity, though that was quickly cut to make way for the coverage of the terrorist attack on the upper levels of the city. On the day they were meant to celebrate one hundred years of peace, no less.

Miles switched off the broadcast; he could hear the screaming and subsequent detonations over the gentle hum of the lights. Even so far beneath it all. It was quiet, and Miles couldn’t fully be sure if he was really hearing the commotion, or if someone nearby just had their television up too loud.. Subtle green lights raced along his veins, visible from just below his skin: the lights flashed yellow. He was distressed. It was strange, if he hadn’t known better, he may have said he didn’t recognise what he was feeling until then. But what was he meant to do in a situation like this? He supposed most people would be shutting themselves in their homes, which seemed like a reasonable response.

He elected to swing open his front door. There was chaos everywhere, people were running out and away from the center of the city. Did Miles know any of the people running past? Did it matter? Of course it mattered. He would let a friend take up shelter inside if they needed it.

Did he have any friends left?

He did. He knew he did. He had to.