Animator 3000

[intriguess]

Said to be the ultimate in virtual reality games, some were said to start the program and vanish without a trace. It was part of the appeal of the product and I slide the CD-rom into my computer. The program started up easily enough asked a few questions about computer speed and such, then you were asked to imput a picture of yourself for a life-like character, or if you wanted use a premade form or imput a picture of someone else.

I went ahead and put in picture, and laughed as it asked for a full body picture, preferable clothed skimpily to get body, or use one of theirs. I opted for realism and imput several pictures taken with my digital camera, I even put in a pussy shot for kicks.

The program said animating please wait. I went off and made something to eat and got something to drink and when I came back there I was on the screen, animated with flawless pale skin, rosey nipples, curly black lines between my legs. My extra weight trimmed away, my breasts full and perky. I selected the watch in motion, and watched the image run, it was funny the breasts jiggled a little but not nearly as much as in real life.

The program asked if I wanted to save the image and I clicked okay.

Then I put on my VR gear and started the program, I went through some minor clothing and gear questions and then I was in.

It was surreal, my skin felt warm, which seemed odd because you never think of cartoons having a temperature.

and so began my animated life

 

[intriguess]

I started out with the beginer level storylines.

A disney flick, how quaint, but fun and helped me figure out how to work the program. Then I was on to other things, from Heavy Metal 2000 to Cool World. I made my selection and suddenly there I was in a sleazy strip joint, my body barely covered in purple strips of what seemed to be leather and thin strands of beads strung in arcs over my breasts.

Interesting I thought to myself, this was interactive, other users were in the room.

 

[SWFreak]

I'd love to join the thread as a young woman trapped in the game. My name would be Jennifer.

 

[intriguess]

was wondering if this idea would spark any interest.

IC

I eyed the people in bar, counting out the bizarre alien freaks as computer generated players, I looked over the rest of group as I ordered a drink and sat down on a bar stool.

 

[Guest]

Virtuality

He moved through the 'cantina' taking interest in things seemingly at random. He would watch water beads on a glass for several minutes, and seemingly gloss over other patrons with a glance.

(At times, it was hard to tell the other users from the 'bots'...though the usual tell tale sign was repetitive motions.)

He was tall, and chiseled, with features slightly cold and alien. His skin was pale to the color of chalk, and his eyes narrow and flinty. His frame was broad shouldered and narrow waisted, athletic and lean. He wore a suit that hugged his form, organic and slick and slightly translucent, an interlace of bone and glass and pulsing veins of flourescence. The effect was insectile, and yet strangely...attractive. The reptilian hindbrain often picked up on things the conscious mind screened out.

(Obviously he was someone who had lifted some scans from an H.R. Giger site.)

He walked without hurry among the wasteland pirates and apocalyptic refugees. He put a column to his back, propping himself casually against a bare metal beam. His eyes come to rest on that woman across the room...in the shredded spandex and beads. He inclined his smooth, bald head slightly, and studied her in silence.

 

[intriguess]

Majik

She felt the eyes on her as she turned slightly glancing around, picking out the users from the fillers. He was unusual in appearance something she found innately appealing.

I stood slowly stretching, enjoying the feel of fabric sliding along skin, the beads rolling causing amazing delightful sensations. I strolled towards him, hips swaying, feeling the weight of gun at my hip and knife strapped to my thigh. The boots clicked on the floor and I noticed which heads turned and which merely kept drinking.

 

[Guest]

Quaedlan Ra

His eyes never wavered from her as she crossed the room, taking in every contour and feature. He made it a point to glance down at her hip as she drew near, letting her know he has taken note of her sidearm.

He himself had little by way of obvious weapons. No gun was holstered at his side, nor blade nor beam sword rode his hip. But he did bristle with unwholesome looking spines at wrist and elbow. The strange insectile nature of the stranger became readily apparent, and standing there, with his arms folded, he was not unlike a mantis silently observing it's prey. His opaque, onyx eyes never blinked.

((It was often at this point that a message window popped up, communicating in private dialog between users comments on scenario, or what their character was base upon, or simply if they 'wanted to go private'. But such was not the case now...for whatever reason.))

He did not smile, though his expression wasn't readily ~unpleasent~. With her but a few steps away, he made a show of looking her up and down. And then his gaze continued over her shoulder and around the room. As his lips parted to speak, she could see the teeth beyond were oddly metallic, and pointed.

"You're new here. I haven't seen your face before." His voice was deep and tenebrous, of a timbre that seemed to almost vibrate in the skin. Again, his black eyes flicker to the gun at her hip. "I am Quaedlan Ra. What brings you to the Rim Territories?"

 

[intriguess]

Majik

She picked a chair and pulled it up, turning it around so she could straddle the chair back. "I just dropped in for a drink," she was unsure of whether to remain in character or if it was okay to discuss the real world.

I tipped my head going over his body once more, "I don't believe I've seen anything like you before. Interesting mesh of humanoid build with insect characteristics."

 

[Guest]

Quaedlan Ra

The stranger watched her as she sat, his gaze flickering over her form in jerks. He was an odd combination of stillness, and sudden, frighteningly fast motion. As she moved fluidly to straddle the chair, his eyes jerked their gaze along her inner thigh, across her loins, and down as she settled onto the chair. A slick, black tongue raked across his teeth like a serpent.

"That is not surprising." His voice was resonant, almost humming. "I am not of a natural born race, but engineered...for existance in extreme environments. I am of the Larvod."

"And what is it you are drinking?"

((And then, in the corner of her vision, a window did appear, one of the devices used for private messaging within the program. 'Private Message from Oktober 13.'

Oddly enough, it read...

"Mutatis Mutandis.
In here we can be anything, look like anyone, and do anything...without consequence or remorse, because it's all 'make believe'... Artificial Perception.
I do hope you were sincere about liking Quaedlan. It took me some time to compile him."

None of the other users could see or interact with the window. It was activated by eye movement and controlled blinking within the VR goggles.))

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OOC:
This is getting fuzzy. *L* Roleplaying people roleplaying people roleplaying. *needs and asprin.*

I've got some really bizarre concepts I want to bounce around with this. Concepts like lost signals being broadcast and monitored by our SETI programs here on earth. The nature of viruses. One of the biggest theories right now is that life started on earth here actually by falling from the stuff of stars...that cellular and subcellular material can survive the trip through space.

If space is the start of life here on earth? What if it's the start of artificial life as well? What if all that "noise" we're receiveing from space...these patterns that we are monitoring for signs of "intelligent life" are actually...a form of computer virus that has been broadcast out into the vacuum of space...just waiting for reception by an evolved form of life that could interact with it? What if that's part of the plan?

Alien invasion is always a fun concept in science fiction...but what if the aliens did not need to arrive physically? What if program 'demons' could be sent along to monitor and compile information based on our race and our culture simply by observing. We are dealing with a world where everything is coming down to information....important records, identities, money. A ghost in the machine is a scary concept. A ghost in the machine that ~nobody on earth~ put there is a scarier concept!

Of course, the big problem is finding a way for some alien program to even find a way to run without being detected or monitored, or being written in a binary code our machines can even understand. But then, speculative fiction is never perfect. Wells had life on Mars. A certain amount of artistic license must be taken despite the hard science.

 

[intriguess]

Majicka

"Rum and Coke," I gauge his reactions, it's hard to imagine the user behind the creation, but if he's as interesting as he looks, then again looks can be deceiving.

"Engineered hmmmm?" I ponder this as I take a drink, I found myself wondering if all his parts worked. "Were you altered as larva, or born from altered parents, or altered at a later stage?"