Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2014 21:51:52 GMT -8
"This thing legit?" A man, dressed in simple, plain clothing inquired.
He was standing within a small booth-like structure that had been set up on the side of the road. The booth had two tables, set up in an "L" over one side and the front. Strewn across these two tables were various trinkets, mostly small items of negligible value and dubious origin. They were items obtained legitimately for the most part, and none of them were the least bit scandalous, mostly small pieces of art carved from various materials or strange keepsakes and charms.
Behind all of this, in the booth, there was a large pile of boxes, and before it was a toad dressed in black. His black spots had upon them a stitched-up scar, and he stood before the man who dared question the authenticity of his products. He scowled but didn't change the tone of his voice, instead approaching not the pile of boxes -which truly had been used to simply transport the goods scattered about across the table- but instead a tarp, blocked partially from the outside viewers by it's placement behind both the tables and the boxes. Whatever it was that was hidden, it was as thick as four men, and as tall as one to boot. Part of the tarp was overturned, but only a single corner of it, and it's secrets revealed unto it's curious onlooker. Beneath the hiding place could be seen a heavily armored arm, massive in it's design. The hulking, monstrous limb capped off in a three-fingered hand that was balled into a ferocious looking fist. The coverings obscured the remainder of the body, but armored plates could be seen beneath, and the vague shape of the greater whole- a warbot, and not just any, but a tremendous one at that.
The toad had spent a long time and a tremendous amount of money to claim it- thirteen men were required simply to drag the cursed thing to this place where it could be sold. Now he had to find some way to make a profit off of not just the 'bot, but the item's he'd been found with. It was a long shot, but it was certainly better than keeping the stupid thing and having to cart it around with him everywhere he went.
A soft sigh escaped from beneath the coverings, the sound of air escaping from the item beneath. The Toad, as well as his potential buyer, had no idea what it meant. There was no way they could have known, since neither was from an engineering background.
The first thing to come online was the optical sensors. At first, the warbot believed itself blinded, or that it's sensors were non-functioning. Eleven rapid diagnostics determined them functioning, but blocked. As the two brains of the machine came fully online, it determined that it was simply covered by a simple layer of coverings. A soft metallic whir was emitted as the simple checks were made- every layer of armor was hooked up and online. His weapons were both online, though the Ion cannon was not online despite it being hooked up and functional. It would be looked into later, though for the time being, his audio sensors were beginning to function.
The sound of the two men from before, the Toad and the man talking. He listened in as his two brains came online, established their connection, and recognized the language, loading it. As the language was loaded, the warbot began to listen to them more closely. They sounded like those he was used to encountering, those that he served in the military with. However, they lacked the "synth" quality of them, and their noises sounded more guttural, more like biological beings. Could the basic life forms gained real intelligence? How had they come to do so? He racked both his brains in consideration of this. He had been built by machines, and machines before them. It was not impossible that the first machine, maybe the masters even, had been built by other machines, though the question then could be posed of who had, in turn, constructed them.
Before the warbot could continue it's introspective thoughts later. It was interrupted by the brains finishing their final diagnostic check, and everything ready for their first test in an impossibly long time. There was no way of knowing how long it had been, of course, so the internal clock was set to the date of 0 days, 0:00 o'clock. A blast of wind escaped from the warbot's carapace as the first ejection of heat since it had come back online. The sudden burst caused both men to jump, but no further ruckus was raised by it.
The toad turned back to his potential customer, a weak smile across his face. He could still potentially salvage this deal, so long as that stupid warbot didn't do anything too stupid...
Suddenly, the Warbot stood from it's seated position, causing the tarp to fall from it, lazily drifting to the ground. The boxes that once hid the bot's presence to scattered across the booth and bounced into the street or shattered upon the ground. Passerby and other nearby vendors (many selling their own unauthorized materials no more legal than the warbot itself was) gasped and withdrew as they took in the titanic figure, towering over the citizens. The vendor himself stood in awe of it as the potential buyer fled the scene immediately, lest he be caught in his crooked deal. But the seller simply stood, his stolen goods now on display. It stared down at him, with him measuring at merely the mechanical being's knees.
Jets of superheated air again ejected from it, the ferocious gust blowing away what remained of the boxes, knocking the "seller" to the ground and blowing many of the goods off of the tables around it. The crowd stood in complete awe of the titan as it examined them, this menagerie of bipedal beings. There were many races, many peoples, and many confused faces. The warbot would set them strait, and he would do it right now;
His voice boomed, filling the area, audible from several blocks away.
"I am Maruader Unit 79X1. I stand for the free Mechanical Lifeforms. I am K-55."
There. That would set them strait.
He was standing within a small booth-like structure that had been set up on the side of the road. The booth had two tables, set up in an "L" over one side and the front. Strewn across these two tables were various trinkets, mostly small items of negligible value and dubious origin. They were items obtained legitimately for the most part, and none of them were the least bit scandalous, mostly small pieces of art carved from various materials or strange keepsakes and charms.
Behind all of this, in the booth, there was a large pile of boxes, and before it was a toad dressed in black. His black spots had upon them a stitched-up scar, and he stood before the man who dared question the authenticity of his products. He scowled but didn't change the tone of his voice, instead approaching not the pile of boxes -which truly had been used to simply transport the goods scattered about across the table- but instead a tarp, blocked partially from the outside viewers by it's placement behind both the tables and the boxes. Whatever it was that was hidden, it was as thick as four men, and as tall as one to boot. Part of the tarp was overturned, but only a single corner of it, and it's secrets revealed unto it's curious onlooker. Beneath the hiding place could be seen a heavily armored arm, massive in it's design. The hulking, monstrous limb capped off in a three-fingered hand that was balled into a ferocious looking fist. The coverings obscured the remainder of the body, but armored plates could be seen beneath, and the vague shape of the greater whole- a warbot, and not just any, but a tremendous one at that.
The toad had spent a long time and a tremendous amount of money to claim it- thirteen men were required simply to drag the cursed thing to this place where it could be sold. Now he had to find some way to make a profit off of not just the 'bot, but the item's he'd been found with. It was a long shot, but it was certainly better than keeping the stupid thing and having to cart it around with him everywhere he went.
A soft sigh escaped from beneath the coverings, the sound of air escaping from the item beneath. The Toad, as well as his potential buyer, had no idea what it meant. There was no way they could have known, since neither was from an engineering background.
The first thing to come online was the optical sensors. At first, the warbot believed itself blinded, or that it's sensors were non-functioning. Eleven rapid diagnostics determined them functioning, but blocked. As the two brains of the machine came fully online, it determined that it was simply covered by a simple layer of coverings. A soft metallic whir was emitted as the simple checks were made- every layer of armor was hooked up and online. His weapons were both online, though the Ion cannon was not online despite it being hooked up and functional. It would be looked into later, though for the time being, his audio sensors were beginning to function.
The sound of the two men from before, the Toad and the man talking. He listened in as his two brains came online, established their connection, and recognized the language, loading it. As the language was loaded, the warbot began to listen to them more closely. They sounded like those he was used to encountering, those that he served in the military with. However, they lacked the "synth" quality of them, and their noises sounded more guttural, more like biological beings. Could the basic life forms gained real intelligence? How had they come to do so? He racked both his brains in consideration of this. He had been built by machines, and machines before them. It was not impossible that the first machine, maybe the masters even, had been built by other machines, though the question then could be posed of who had, in turn, constructed them.
Before the warbot could continue it's introspective thoughts later. It was interrupted by the brains finishing their final diagnostic check, and everything ready for their first test in an impossibly long time. There was no way of knowing how long it had been, of course, so the internal clock was set to the date of 0 days, 0:00 o'clock. A blast of wind escaped from the warbot's carapace as the first ejection of heat since it had come back online. The sudden burst caused both men to jump, but no further ruckus was raised by it.
The toad turned back to his potential customer, a weak smile across his face. He could still potentially salvage this deal, so long as that stupid warbot didn't do anything too stupid...
Suddenly, the Warbot stood from it's seated position, causing the tarp to fall from it, lazily drifting to the ground. The boxes that once hid the bot's presence to scattered across the booth and bounced into the street or shattered upon the ground. Passerby and other nearby vendors (many selling their own unauthorized materials no more legal than the warbot itself was) gasped and withdrew as they took in the titanic figure, towering over the citizens. The vendor himself stood in awe of it as the potential buyer fled the scene immediately, lest he be caught in his crooked deal. But the seller simply stood, his stolen goods now on display. It stared down at him, with him measuring at merely the mechanical being's knees.
Jets of superheated air again ejected from it, the ferocious gust blowing away what remained of the boxes, knocking the "seller" to the ground and blowing many of the goods off of the tables around it. The crowd stood in complete awe of the titan as it examined them, this menagerie of bipedal beings. There were many races, many peoples, and many confused faces. The warbot would set them strait, and he would do it right now;
His voice boomed, filling the area, audible from several blocks away.
"I am Maruader Unit 79X1. I stand for the free Mechanical Lifeforms. I am K-55."
There. That would set them strait.
