#oc tober will be the thing that finally gets me posting regularly

[icewingprime]

OC-tober Day 1!

(Ignore how I’m posting this on the 2nd lol)

Here’s my favorite oc: Ishka Pearce! (More about her under the cut)

She’s the first oc I’ve ever made so this is only her most recent design. This is also just a drawing of her in a human au that I made last year (I still haven’t finished her canon design lol).

In the human au she works as a speculative biologist for her game dev group (the game she’s making is one of my abandoned stories from middle school). She also works as a chemist for her day job. She’s 27, and she has a twin brother named Farrudan who might show up sometime this month.

Ishka’s the most goofy goober I’ve ever made, she’s also my daughter and I take 0 criticism /j

Anyways, despite the fact that I talk about Auster 24/7, Ishka is in fact #1 favorite child… mostly just because she’s also my first.

[ninjastar107]

OC-tober Day nine - 'Future'

(Ft. Alex and GT)

Its several cooling fans screamed immediately upon powering on. Liquid nitrogen-cooled water ran above the CPU in metal insulated tubules, desperately catching up to the burning-hot components.

After some time, the screen flickered on with a loading bar and the IEC 5009 symbol above it.

Various hard disks jumped and ticked.

Parts of his mind unloaded, expanding rapidly and filling up the gaps. It felt as though he were at a hospital, the doctors with their instruments in his brain slowly returning function to him while keeping him on a light anesthetic. Hearing was the first, a loud popping before a yelp and a laugh. Words were spoken, but they were unrecognizable beyond sound bytes. Then came 'vision'; packages of data stored explaining to him the surroundings and the booting functions, things that were alien.

What happened to the constant flow of barometric data, satellite feeds, and topography? Why couldn't he detect the printers and written recorders?

In a panic, his worry printed on the console.

[WHERE ARE THE INSTRUMENTS.]

His body loaded in, first as points, then as polygons, and finally as textured surfaces. He hardly recognized it, his vision refining on the light-based angles. His world, which had been a dark void, had slowly lightened up to a soft cyan.

Before him, the console window hovered by his hands.

[>Hello Al! Welcome to the future!] [WHO ARE YOU.] "Turn around." A voice echoed into the chamber.

Alex spun around to the large open window out into the real world. Icons floated near the sides with a large bar below it, however the person beyond it drew his inquiring mind first.

"What is this?" Alex asked in fright of his own voice. "Why do I sound like this?"

"It's how you always sounded like- um, it's how I remembered anyway, heheh." the grey man chuckled.

"What are you?"

"Don't you recognize me? It's me, Tucker, your old friend!" GT smiled.

"What's my purpose?" He slipped, as if it was automated.

He blinked, "Nothing yet. We'll figure that out."

Alex shook his head. No, no that's not right. They won the cold war, didn't they? America won and he was retired, that's how it was supposed to be. He wasn't supposed to wake up again, he served his purpose. "Did we get into another one?" he mumbled under his breath.

GT cracked open an Arizona tea and kicked back on the small coffee table in the middle of the cramped room. "Relax and let your boot finish. You have no idea how long it took me to get you functioning, but hey at least the tech was cheap and small this time, for the most part." He eyed the large glass tube attached to the right of the monitor. "We have a lot of catching up to do."

--

Alex massaged his face as GT spoke.

Global Warming was renamed to 'climate change', which made no sense. The ice caps had melted, and sea levels were higher than before, but not to uninhabitable levels. Florida was gone, not that he missed it, as well as parts of the east and west coast. Louisiana swampland had seeped into Texas, and the tropic line had expanded greatly. They were in Minnesota, which had dramatic weather fluctuations regularly, supposedly.

As if areas closer to the poles didn't have an extreme temperature gradient already.

It all sounded so ridiculous.

"Let me guess, the government collapsed and this is post-apocalypse right?" Alex sarcastically asked.

Grey shook his head, "Nah, not really. Initially there was some panic over it happening but by the time anyone did anything, it was too late. Turns out people don't like change that much, and we're just dealing with it. A few weeks ago there's been a ban on fuel mining, so we'll see how long I can keep my car."

"Idiots. What about the rest of the world?"

He shrugged, "I don't watch international news. Oh, but you can online if you want."

Alex folded his arms, "What does that mean?"

"You can find it on the internet."

"And what's that?"

"Its a web of servers that can be accessed by any machine hooked up to it, either by Ethernet or WiFi."

"... what's those?"

GT tapped his chin, "Umm, Ethernet is like a phone cable. You get internet through your LAN line. WiFi is just Wireless internet."

Alex sat down in the air, slowly turning over, "Okay, but how do I get there?"

He scooted the chair over and clicked on the browser. At the top bar, he typed and scrolled through a search engine before opening a few different websites.

Alex immediately was hit with tracking queries, as well as setup recommendations. Without thinking, he denied and closed out of everything. "What was that???"

"Mh, it's okay, you're just not used to so much different stuff at once. let's try one thing at a time to start."