AHHHHHHH PART 6 of @jackplushie's automation au ideas!
IGNIHYDE IGNIHYDE IGNIHYDE I CAN FINALLY RELEASE THE LOREEEE I hope y'all like this. Surprisingly there's... only one actual spoiler for chapter 6? And it's sorta something that's like... you were probably already maybe guessing since meeting the ignihyde bois, and i tried to be unclear about it... but its also pretty foundational soooo not able to seperate it.
(Oh yeah and... like one group name which i just decided to throw in there so it's like... a half spoiler?)
EDIT: pssst if you liked this I made a sideblog for twst writing, @scertifiedsavanaclawstan! So go follow me over there!
Ignihyde
Ignihyde Industries is a company that primarily creates tech for... well industrial purposes. Although that's not to say that's all they do.
Idia Shroud, acting head of Ignihyde's Research division, specifically project STYX. An initiative he started to investigate the possible future of true artificial intelligence.
It was a... passion project, and even with all of Ignihyde's connections at his disposal, getting access to all the different androids was... challenging.
But eventually bots began flowing through his lab, free for him to tinker around with, a few curcuit connections here... a few bits of code there and he sends the androids back into the world.
He spends every hour of the day watching his test subjects remotely. Monitoring their vitals, their movements, their behaviors.
It's easy to spend every minute in front of his screens... he replaced his stomach a while ago, and he hasn't needed to sleep in years.
Not since...... Well since he decided to start becoming more machine than man.
But it was fine. He had a goal after all, and no one was going to- hang on what the fuc-
Project STYX didn't get any conclusive results on wether it's subjects even had a semblence of conciousness.
But then YOU showed up on his screen. You had picked up a bot displaying signs of sentience that wasn't even from his lab!
Idia became obsessed, spending most of his time (well compared to the other cases) monitoring you.
He became intimately familiar with your schedule, your habits, your tastes. He almost forgot what he was originally doing.
And THEN one of the bots that had gone through his lab ALSO showed up at your house.
And then another... and then more... eventually Idia was actually spending the majority of his time watching you.
And keeping an eye on the androids! . . . But mostly you. He had to.
Anything for a chance to see his brother again.
Ortho Shroud. First android created by Idia Shroud, first result of project STYX, and the first android to achieve true sentience.
Well, at least he would be if his brother acknowledged him. Everytime he tried to bring it up Idia would just frown and remark "that's what you're programmed to say" with dissapointment.
But he shouldn't be dissapointed! Because he did it! Ortho could really feel! Even when he was shut down!
His big brother was too distraught at his apparent failure to bring him back that he wasn't even bothering to monitor him... So he'd never realize that.
Ortho spent his days listlessly helping his brother... and then Idia started watching you.
Ortho was curious about the bot you'd picked up, the beginning of his brother's obsession. It looked like a standard cat-bot, the kind children would keep as pets.
But yours... talked... and glowed with an odd blue light, and you... didn't seem to mind?
This was the sort of thing where most people would immeadiately send the bot back to the manufacturer. Did you not even realize? Did you not care? . . . Did you prefer it this way?
Ortho's gears, literal and figurative were turning. His brother hadn't gotten much conclusive data on the other subjects... and he hadn't had an easy time considering they were all spread so far around...
Wouldn't it be better if he could keep track of them all in one place? And maybe... if his brother began to notice the traits of sentience in the other bots... maybe he'd notice them in Ortho too.
So now the younger Shroud also keeps his eyes on you. He keeps track of your buying habits, your budget, your scavenging grounds.
He puts the changed androids right in your line of sight when you're walking down main street, he hacks the stores to put them on discount when you walk in, he has them moved as close as he can to your scavenging range.
Of course, they aren't always that easy. Sometimes he had to get his hands... a little more dirty.
If the Viper bot needed his safety features shut down to execute his plan? He'd get thrown out with his charge, and Ortho could send them straight to you.
If the hunter's trackers got stuck to your cat? If Heartslabyl's new manager bot gets distracted by a friendly cat eared bot? If a slippery butler needs to lose sooner than he should've?
Well it's not like he's *ruining* all their lives or anything. After all to hear his brother complain about it, living with you is probably way better than whatever they were doing before. They should be thanking him really.
And you get a bunch of companions too! Things are going great for you, he's making sure of it.
So make sure not to put all his hard work to waste, okay?
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Life In Neon ~ cHapters Of the dreaMing hEart
Part I: A Piece Of Mind
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I. Simple abundance in an empty life
II. Stop
III. Projection
IV. Come To Theism
V. Enter the Threshold
Part II : The Sea of Moonlight
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White Feathers
Atrium Universal
Rain
Shade
Naissance
Home
Part III: Pandora's Clock
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First.
Second. Then I see you
Third. Air
Fourth. Trumpet of Million's child
Fifth. Realitv
Sixth. Water
Seventh. Closure
Finale. Memoire, a scene in a lifetime
Part I: A Piece Of Mind
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In A Room Without A View
When there is reason,
I awake in silence
Please enter,
The door is open
I. Simple abundance in an empty life ...
The scent of passion after loneliness
A hope of jubilation in life
Coming closer to a dream
A prelude before the plot
This time, the sunset becomes sunrise in my heart
Her sway, wavering in soft motion
Guarding, away from polarity
She is herself not another other than her own self
Only she can dance alone without a hint of loneliness
That whiff of uncommon independence without arrogance
With her right palm always open to the wind,
A sign of welcomed company, only if she grants
She's a prelude to a drama
An overture to a rhapsody
II. Loose-skin-loose drift, truth abuse truth to mute [St*p]
A new consciousness arises from the abyssimal gap,
along with the voices of the singing colours,
with the company of colourful rain.
A sighs escapes her as her old consciousness deteriorates.
Though silence is golden, it can also be a sign of unbelievable pain.
Terribly one sided, the consciousness gains space only in her extreme.
Though it resembles a lesser four letter word,
it cannot be spelled as of yet.
To her it came, through her it goes.
It escapes with swiftness by the way of her fingers and unto the three middle strings.
Now the top.
Now the bottom.
A play of ease and enjoyment, like a teardrop of meaning. There's release and meaning in her words, spoken through the melody escaping her fingers. Weaving phrase by phrase into sentences. Line by line into paragraphs. And chapter by chapter into a story, written in the air to her listeners' ears.
She tells her tale.
A drop of colour in melody's landscape
First vivid, then lucid, then luminous
The story of song and emotion, of motion and sound
Hikari luminates her enticing configuration
Dancing fingers, dancing harmony
Another conciousness slowly takes presence...
III. Grapple dream drama and colliding day of another mind [?`jection}
She said that fate can intertwine and leave you speechless
Between your eyes and mine we share the same story
Especially in this corrupted world of mounting decadence
Nothing can hold truth and honesty together
As I wave my hand in the air,
I motion you to come closer
Start this endless romance
Not between you and I
But between trust and committance
Wait for silence
Wait for sleep
Wait for peace
Then we can touch
..in dreams..
Metropolis doesn't want us to sleep
Less it let us inhabbit our dreams
Only to pieces of the shattered
It can only resolve in our disloyalty
Total mindcrime it says, cannot rebuke
There's no rebutle, but an end of statement
Pandemonium clouds temporary judgement
A short analysis of ourselves
We cannot be subjected to distinctive terms
We are fictional
City of blurring lights in swaying darkness
Inverse luminary overshadows heartly judgement
"Tell me more..."
"Tell me about myself"
IV. Let silence fall assunder as a boundary (ome to 7heism
Escape in makna
~e%ca]>e~
Don't let it be abstract
Have we been transformed?
Apostle of today's corporate culture
Would you have changed a thing ?
Destruction of the left brain regime
There is a cycle, which determines life and dharma
In the starlit sky of human's silver sea of madness
On the seeming horizon, inately seen
A lonely silver surfer,
Comes to push the wheel for me.
"Gotta move"
(
"Gotta move"
^
"Gotta move that wheel right round"
)
"Push the wheel of dharma round"
Repeat,
Repeat until the end of perdition
This re|>etition is road to redemption
This hand, can you feel it's touch?
Now don't let go.
V. Enter this threshold, where you're }afe w/ m{E
Could it be that you and I have grown to love each other,
In the dense aura of this lonely city, full of bitterness?
True feelings can never hide much long,
For whatever covers, cannot hide from true sight
The wind carried your cries, your wishes, your tears.
And when I held my hand out to the sky,
I caught some of your dreams.
The misty air partialy hides the growing flowers
Blooming without sunlight, to the music of the marionettes
Quartet players with classical aptitude
Flowing melody in rivers of song
Endless...
Love, love, love, love, beautiful life
In the eyes of a lover
Love, love, love, love, merciful touch
As if in another dream
Dahlia...
Yes we are, I say we are destined
Nothing else but nature that guides
The wind, the solstice, the leaves
Le ciel's faint whispering
Warm snow welcomes this gardenia
Let's enter together...
Part II : The Sea of Moonlight
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I dream of a blue nightingale
Not a dream. a perchance
SDelirium guide me through this dance
a pointer. an address
SPathway leading to this glass
not a form. a code
SLanguages, conversations I do not recall
From a faraway place . . .
The structured becomes the harmonic, then the frail
White Feathers:
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Start of a lasting imperfect feeling
A blissful impression unhindered
This slight cut, an apothema
Sweetening the shape of a tale
More poetry than justice
A judgement in a poem
The tale paints itself a caligraphy
Cornering prose to naratic ballad
Few words write themselves as prelude to a dream
An overture towards realization
Forging a small footstep for an elegy
A move towards the end of a chapter
Before planting a kiss on the cheek
Take a step out of square one
Atrium Universal:
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I can feel the city itself
Living, pulsing through me
I can feel the city itself
Breathing in my own breath
At night's first saunter
Tides, affairs subtly sweeping
Affairs yielding agnomen
Pastly borrowed, then lent, now buried
Not a monumentous rite,
A forecourting repose of endeavor
Melfluous, degree, decimal
The wall, the crack, the breach
A light, a hope,
A piece of reverence
A sigh, a gleam,
A benevolence
Neon. again a blinding,
Charges, pistol, crackpot
Rain:
-----
Swaying Petals, Fluttering Sight
Resting in silence
Peace in the chaos that surrounds
Hiding within metropolis' fog
Out of reach
Out of touch
Lit lanterns sway westbound
Path seeking seem astray
Only patience can persevere
Only time can lead the way
Only a woman
"A deepened interlude as an intro to a greater truth."
In phrases she speak
In riddles she keep
Feel, a longing to be
Only little she has
Not much left in her palm
Desperately trying to keep
Err on the side of safety
"Here belies the safety of my sanctuary."
Trusting no one
Careful not to love
Metropolis.
weaves her coccoon
Silence within a storm
Survival is her language
Passion is her secret
"Lesser I believe in myself, so I hide."
Shade:
------
A tide to ebb,
A shoreline
A flow, a motion
A gaze
Once, a woman
Twice, a sun
Thrice, a nephentes
I feel the breze
A neophytic caress, innocence
So much to long for
So much to ebb and lose
Subliminal violence
An abstract for laterality
I'll always remember
The news of a fog,
The songs of a deaf
No echo in the halls
No lesson but in our own
A feeling, inside her
Notwithstanding a fall
Silence for the requiem
Not now, not for awhile
This feeling, inside me
A pace not too far from fiction
Splitting images on one screen
My futile vision embracing
His feeling, inside him
Bewildering encompassion of a trilogy
Another mind, a friend, a rushed exemption
Coming closer to a closure, then rebirth
Naissance:
----------
The birth of a soul,
Deus ex machina
I feel a distant sun caressing
A slow perchance for fate and fancy intertwined
What cometh this way
Grasping scars emerging from days past
What shroud cloaks this day
A slow immedicine,
The unsounding of my parts
My love, a mirror, a friend
It needs a chance, a chokepoint degapped
Heal me,
A cessation from discrepancy
[tides of Helen]
This time window we must cherish,
You and I and eye of The All Seeing
There's none other,
Than the mindmaze in the mirror
I became, I bethroned, I abjected
Thread, my dearest thread
I dearly depart myself, bidding
A home for a respite
Home :
------
The walls cry of absence and whispers
A slight touch of the palm graces,
The plight of the plaintiff behind the fate
Cursors move up the struggles of the vein,
Inconclusive ill of melancholy
This notion of separation,
Reaps the heart to its dires
On bended knees we sink,
At this river of futile tears
The ambience of loneliness and division,
Portrudes above our conscious minds
Heisting the current abode,
Unfathomable desire to mutually caress
Beyond this boundary exists my other half
Beyond this wall lies another...
Another,
Sustain contain then stop the ambience surrounding
My speechless thought echoes throughout without surpass
and another,
Oboete [remember]
Never forgetting specified frame of memory
First clandestine then disctinction to final separation
and another,
..
I hear this loudness from inside my ears
Humming, fainting whisper, to a soft speech
and another.
...
No more can I reject my objection towards presence
PLighT is a revocable sister of her brother, fate
And you.
I miss you
The corridors of fate seems to form an unwanted maze
No escaping reflective clarity, images beyond seen mirrors
Such is the configuration of this longing
A lamentable presence, expelled from fate
It has been two long years,
It has been an eternity
Your modulating kiss fades from memory
As each deafening ambience ravage me
I, to my heart :
[Perhaps to silence, I have spoken for far too long.]
Now the peregrine,
Now the calmative
a boundary of mist separates
while the only road leads to home
I've nowhere to go
But to return to the confines of my sanctuary
[pulang]
Y've reached I home
Part III: Pandora's Clock
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I have come at a crossroads
A silent tantrum of mind and consciousness
Please take my hand
Brace the future with me
First.
The solitude of a solitary mind
At this junction of overlaping converses
A gaze, then a hand
A reach from inside
The solitude of a solitary mind
At the junction of overlaping converses
A gaze, then a hand
A reach from inside
[E]
"Would you dance with me?"
Dec, the 12th of each cycle
A courtship between Soleil and Capricorn
Of your latter solstice
I find my solace
Under luminous frost
After a day after days before a new season
[Dahlia]
Rest dear Soleil
Shine a lesser warmth
Shine greater southbound
Then through motion and period
Embrace at former solstice
A garden in winter
Not far from closure
Enclosed in glass
And luminosity
Come dear lucidity
Let us speak to warm ourselves
Let us become classic
One past,
presenting a future
In this garden we trust
Grace a prelude to truthful fancy
In this garden we lust
Skin to skin without a mindful hinderance
In this garden we bind fire and ice
A simple presence felt between us and our dance
Resultante,
Of motion and perceived decadence
.the second conciousness.
A girl in the mirror
Yet to set her feet,
Yet to step to the real
A face becoming clearer
Vivid smile doubtful eyes
Is she to be welcomed?
Don't let her future mimic the past
This is not a point of vacancy
Don't let time's vagrancy become turmoil
This is a coming whirlwind
A new stream of conciousness is the resultant
There can be no regret
Sleep, breathe deep, deeper in a shallow sleep
This is a form of regression
Unfolding a dream of recurrence
~Mataku
From my eyes
.Mata Ku.
To eyes of myself
..Ma Ta Ku..
Then my own eyes
...Mata Milik Aku...
These eyes are mine
[E]
A cyclic process of birth, death and rebirth
Sequential teardrop from a cloudless sky
Freefall to a deep mirror of factful fallacy far from fiction
More to truth full of lies and truth, then lies, and lastly truth
The answer to a riddle of the sequences and the abstract
A fracture of this mindspace leaks into the open
Bequeathing beautiful lies of autumn and of lust
But the winter in me is still vast, far from passing
Not a drop of colour but a blackless landscape of total blur
Second.
Then I see you...
On a road once shared before the crossroads
Gleaming with a blueish haze of tenderness
Before the coming of daylight's echoing shine
Take me to a world outside this shallow sleep
Walking to currentness.
Cascading deep dark blue shade follow folly
Interred in my living bones, blades of blunt burden
Remain in viewable secrecy, lucidly reasoning for an answer
Unwritten forgiveness uttered through a wordless whisper
Reflections,
There's me in my head and me in the mirror
I can see me very clearly, and I don't like it
The vivid image of reflection has a mind of it's own
Why do reflections answer me with such prejudice?
...
A revisitation,
A reflection of light
Duplicating a world
Forming an inversion
Making you,
Not quite yourself
...
Cascade the masks of emotion to emulate prudence
Infer I have, that this is a motion of incredulity
I remain
Asking The Heaven for forgive~ness
My hope is now in the clarity of my written bequest
Third. Air
Interlude to preciousness
The world is only an interlude
I can't wait for the night to cast it's cloak {of dreams}
A gateway to my paralel life, another conciousness
Lucidly living in a shallow sleep
Fourth.
Trumpet of Million's child
Dawn to daybreak with a string of trust
Warm caress of loyal sunlight
Distress and jubilance harbours,
Away the stray
A soulful sailor's song
Lamenting grace and riddance
Yearly yearning without regard
Clasping for release
Melding heartplace and effect
Arriving distances to encumbrance
The headplace earthing
Excelling to explace
Love is a peaceful embrace
A feeling, most emtious
Of innocence in riddles of sin and temperance
A forgiveness for the plightful son
[E]
I found who I am at last
By a glimpse of fate, enduring
A slight mention in destiny
A moment alone with my dear fate
A close brush, an eventful sigh
Relief, a respite to sensefulness
One last time,
Take away my breath
Deliver me my chance,
To exhale my last sigh
[Dahlia]
I am standing on a ledge
A stare to this decending fathom
Cold air sweeps behind me
As I tearfully leave my presence
I cannot give you more
I cannot be a fitting piece
Musing over life and precedence.
Now I'm tired.
I've tried so hard to stay afloat.
I'm too tired.
Goodbye now,
For I am never truly gone
Fifth. Realitv
[E]
A life outside of this TV screen
A roundabout of moving pictures preceeding
Of passion, of circumstance, of changes
My faults and lies, my trials and crimes
Curious apprehension of what may yield
I behold to myself, my own mindsight
A view to a thrill, a dream of a dream
A dull lucidity, a makeup of frigidity
My past turns present
My presence sinks into the past
Another besetting recurrence
Another triumph lost
Sixth. Water
[E]
How is my lifeline?
There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
A freight train coming my way.
There is a door nearer to the right.
Marking exit from a disaster.
(Not out of lifeline)
But indeed.
It is I, myself who can save me.
It is I, myself who conjured the door.
It is I, myself who live my life.
Not someone else.
And it is I,
myself who choose what I believe in.
Not someone else not me.
I'm still breathing, I can still exhale
Without hesitation, normalcy without change
A sense of endless freedom without boundaries
Miracles coming at an enjoyable rate
Now here's that jazz [0}
Flood of tears don't drown me
You'll never catch me again crying a flood
Now that I'm holding on to my dearest hope
I have to hold her gently
Careful not to break her to pieces
Seventh. Closure
Strewn paleness,
The setting sun colours the sky
A thousand rays bidding farewell,
Bidding another rest
And I wish I am not here
Wavering clouds speak with the doves
A faint sentence caught in my ears
"There's nothing left to hide."
My melodies will take me
Wherever this heart is needing to set
You took away all my strength,
Now please take away my pain
Leave my cold outside this shell
Never let it rain inside these doors
Please lead me to your promises
Then please take away my pain
I am in need of refuge
This is the final scene
Before the curtain falls . .
Please,
Make me believe in hope,
And please take away my pain
Finale.
Memoire, a scene in a lifetime
Now I must rest, I must be at peace
Hibernating from culture
PlacIng membrane, a distance to bid myself
Sayonara for a moment
Please do not forget, oboete my dear
Remembrance is for sentient bliss
Keep me in your mind
And please, bathe your memory of me in absolution
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