#life cycle interuppted

[coolantbottle]

MOTHERBOARD: Fallout Fan Synth

I'm going to share more fallout oc's on here in time, but this one I woefully don't have any art of outside of concept sketches. Rip 😔

Most of my characters so far are apart of my Courier story, but this one came long before Fern, and I believe was my first fallout oc I had created! Though with the plan I have for Fern I could see MB fitting snuggly in somewhere.

MOTHERBOARD (they/it/she) is a mock-up of a generation-2 synth, inspired off of DiMa/Nick and created in juxtaposition to them, but with a twist.

They were not created by the institute and are completely stationary. They have a faceless mostly gen-2 synth body attached to this tall stable tower of scrapped together tech and hardware, isolated in a dark expansive room littered with several monitors and stray devices. A large attachment is linked to the back of its gen-2 body that runs all the way up and into a large circular gap in ceiling. Attached to their head is a cress of bulbs and attachments, giving their silhouettethe illusion of a crown, completing their look with painfully luminescent white spotlight eyes.

The extent of her mobility at body is that parts of the tower can swivel and click in places to turn her. This gives mobility to observe her direct surroundings, but of course they can't leave the tower, since they ARE the tower.

MOTHERBOARD was a attempt to create a synthetic human but from the wasteland, but lacking the resources of the institute resulted in trying to cram human akin sentience into a ridiculous amount of hardware built out of salvaged and scrap materials.

Despite being stuck in place, they have influenced outside of their holding chamber, over they're time in isolation they have built their own eyes, ears, and hands in the form of small animatronics, coming in a few difference forms. Some built out of laser turrets, scrapped assaultrons, etc.

My favorite is this little spider eyebot thing made out of gen-1 syth hands that scutters around and records audio, I love him. <3

These bots retrieve information, holotapes, software, and other scrap as MB keeps expanding and building. They also serve as lovely defense and deterrent for visitors. :)

Maybe their creation was by a dysphoric gen-3 synth in the dark about what or who they really are and made MOTHERBOARD as a result, perhaps a escaped institute engineer gone mad dreamt them up, or some long forgotten project left buried- Who knows!

All that is known is this chamber is buried somewhere in the wastes, and if you happen by you might pick up on a faint radio broadcast at the entrance to a dilapidated bunker. Daring to go in the signal becomes more clear as you travel deeper down sets of metal stairs, unlight warehouse rooms of pre-war military equipment, and abandoned living quarters, but finding no evidence of roaches, vermin, or scavvers. Its only you interuppting the tomb stillness, illuminating the long corridors with the light of your pip-boy, the tunes from the boardcast making this exploration increasingly unnerving.

After a while it became apparent there is a complete lack of terminals to find, that would normally help explain the story behind a government installation like this, but the further you get, everything really is lacking clear signs of salvage or life.. The broadcast reaches clarity as you approach two large freight doors, a bright white light sweeping from inside them cycles passed, then suddenly coming back and illuminating directly on you through the cracks.

The broadcast crackles, before its abruptly cut off-air.

~Abandoned bunker broadcast ~

There's more to talk about but leaving it there as I polish this character.

When I find the concept doodles I'll be sure to share.

[contumaciouscataclysm]

My partner gave me a writing prompt last night that I’ve been fighting over with myself all morning. 

“ Death has decided to take a vacation, as such the rules of mortality no longer apply. One species remains tethered to their mortal chains: humans “

I got so far, but I can’t continue because my smart brain won’t shut up about how if nothing but humans die, humans couldn’t fight off cancer cells, or disease, and the earth would be super overwhelmed by other life. But also at the same time, nothing could eat? Eating grass kills it, eating other animals is a cause of death? So would there just be a ton of super hungry immortal animals running around? Idk, but here’s what I started with before my brain short-circuited!

No matter how strange life is, no matter how stressful or rough things are, there is always one constant in the world. The cycle of life and death. People, plants, animals – they all come to an end, in one way or another. Even the world itself will eventually die, turning once again into the dead rock and gas it used to be. This cycle is the most reliable thing in the world, creating the ability for living things to evolve and for the world to refresh as it needs.

Death was sick of it all. They just needed a break, some time for themselves that they haven't been able to snag since before life was even a thought. Everything was so tedious, hundreds of thousands of decades spent doing the same things.

So they took the time they needed.

The earth was the most heavily affected by Death's vacation.

Due to a deal with the Creators, humans would always be tied to the unbreakable chains of life and death, a precaution for their ability to grow was hindered by this thing, this ending. However, the plant and animal life

[kakashi-hatake-lover]

It's funny how life plays out sometime. Every life motivated by the push and pull of events around them. Kakashi's life has always been a journey he had very little choice or control in. Ordered how to behave, how to fight, where to go. Even when he tried to carve out his own path the current of life pulled him back to a path filled with guilt and loss.

But life, like water continued on through the storms of enraged oceans and soft trickles of forgotten streams. Life, it was tiring sometimes but kakashi took each step forward, whatever life threw he had survived, grown, broken many times, but survived.

His goal in life ever changing now focused on trying to improve the well being of his shinobi. Give new generation a future of freedom and choice, and offer support to those that suffer.

Being Hokage however had changed his life as much as he privately disliked it. The weight of village was heavy indeed. Although, Shikamaru does allow him the few moments to slip away.

Paperwork is his life now. Kakashi finally understood why the review team would scold him for late submissions. God, he was getting old.

Today's mundane trauma was the report system had crashed. And, so kakashi was sat his computer diary was stuck in the cycle as it loaded and crashed because there were no documents coming through. No, thats a lie. One report in the last 3 hours was successfully logged. He had been assured that calls had been made to IT, but kakashi was never one to just sit and idly wait.

He spun in his chair, allowed it to return him to facing the desk. The computer still loading. With new found motivation he finally picked up him phone and shuffled his was closer into his desk. He didn't have to call, him calling wouldn't suddenly resolve the issue and every report would ping onto his computer, hell if he so wished he could call the director personally.  he knew that. But~ but he wanted to call. And Kakashi cherishes each small freedom he gets, with that in mind he finally dialled and silently hoped to hear the voice he wanted to hear on the other line.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise that he would be filed into a virtually queue with the distorted jingle far too loud for any comfort only to be interuppted by a robotic female telling him his number in the queue. 7 to be precise.

"Good afternoon IT support, Olivia speaking."

The soft trill of Olivia's voice pulled kakashi from his book. Phone minutes ago abandoned to enjoy the wait music alone was now back in Kakashi's hand, pressed firmly against his ear. Even though he was alone he tried to restrain the smile that blossomed from his heart. He found himself suddenly standing, talking was always better when upright and alert.

"Olivia, Hi. It's uh~" he hesitated.

"Mr Hatake!" The young woman sounded as joyous as always. One couldn't help but feel the warmth she effortlessly radiated. Kakashi knew she would be smiling. He could hear it in her voice, she always greeted that you were an old friend, and she held you dear to her heart. Perhaps even a little nieve to the trials the world relentlessly threw. Kakashi admired that~

"Mr Hatake? Hello? Can you hear me?"

"Hm, yes sorry. My mind was a bit distracted...how are you?"

"I'm doing adequately~" Olivia chuckled. "To has been bit of a stressful one. Had a small cry over my lunch. But its all settling now, just got a backlog of reports that need pushing through."

Kakashi perched on his desk and propped his phone between his shoulder and ear which allowed him to fold his arms over his chest. "What happened?"

On the other end he heard Olivia let out a heavy sigh. "No idea, but the servers have been restarted. So all I know is the issue is resolved now. There should be a correspondence coming out to the shinobi and an issue report made for the Hokage. I imagine he's fuming! How are you?'

"Well about that. You said the issue is resolved, but my computer is still not pulling through any reports." Kakashi turned to peer at his screen the rather patronising sad face was still very much visible. On the other end the muted sound of typing began.

"Oh, let's see. Which archive are you trying to access?" It was amusing to hear the switch from cheerful to professional.

"Well at the moment its A rank archive. I refresh the page it says its fetching data and then that sad face appears."

The typing grew faster and louder all the while Olivia mimicked kakashi's words under her breath. "Okay, unfortunately I don't have access to the A rank archive to check~ and my manger is not at his desk...hm. oh! Im just going to put you on mute, I know where I can check. Is it okay if I put you on mute? Or would you prefer the hold music."

"Anything but the hold music."

"Okay hold tight I'll be back before you know it!" With a genuine giggle the line went silent. And so kakashi waited. He wondered what kind of person this Olivia really was, to talk so casually and sound as if she gave a damn. She sounded young, well younger than himself. Was this her first job perhaps? Still fresh and fully of hope. What did she look like, her hobbies and interests?

"So!" The line blew back into life. However the heavy breathing and pained wheezing told a whole story. Kakashi felt a stab of concern.

"That was the first time I've ran in months. But I asked one of the jounin live testers just to check for me and the A archive is all fine now so you shouldn't be having any issues. So, my next question to you Mr Hatake auditor in the hokage building, have you checked your Internet connection?"

Of course he has checked his Internet connection. But, then  had he? Slowly kakashi turned to face his monitor. Surely it can't be his connection? Can it? He let his eyes drift to the bottom right corner, and there. As plain as day the Internet disconnected symbol.

"Oh, well would you look at that." He flushed, he could feel his stupidity arise with the embarrassment. But with all his training his voice remained impassive. That's all that mattered. She couldn't see him facepalm and slump back in his chair.

Laughed erupted between the pair, kakashi finally took his place in his seat once again and made quick work or reconnecting his Internet. He'll never get used to this new system hes sure of it~"

"If it makes you feel any better, I spent the best part of 2 weeks not having access to one of the support channels we use. It was because I was using the wrong email...are you back online."

Kakashi smiled, refreshed his webpage and within seconds the diary sprang to life. A days worth of work flooded every crevasse. "We are back up and running." He opened the first report and scanned the details, oh the joys of paperwork!

"I'm glad we got that fixed. This will be the last time we speak probably, Mr Hatake."

The blunt statement pulled Kakashi away from his work. That was very unexpected. "Why, where are you off to?"

"The company are making some changes. So I'll be moving to support the Hokage. I dont know if he has been made aware yet. But management found out he was calling this support line alot, which isn't right. Although I have no idea who he is has been speaking to. So they are setting up a private support within the Hokage office. I was offered the position! Ill be testing software too within the actual office environment too. Its all very exciting. Maybe if the Hokage isn't strick ill be able to help others in  the main building! But that is completely out of my hands."

"I have no doubt our paths will cross." Kakashi couldn't help the amusement that filled his heart. She still had not cottoned on. Perhaps it was time to tell Olivia before it was too late? But where would the fun in that be. "When do you transfer?"

"Hmm technically in a few weeks. But I go on annual leave from today, and I have been advised that once the Hokage is informed I may start sooner rather than later. Oh~"

Shuffling over the line pulled through the line. Olivia's voice became muffled, it seemed she was speaking to someone.

"I do apologise Mr Hatake, I need to let you go now." Her voice hushed, into a strained whisper. " my manager just told me off. But! I hope you have a lovely day and maybe I will see you soon? Bye!"

"Yes, I hope so too~" the line had already disconnected.