Pokémon Information Affiliation: Trainer Starter: Porygon – F.I.L.S.S. (Phylis) Password: Peppermint Bark
Samples First Person Sample: [This will be a very basic audio message, accidentally sent to the network.]
Day 3 of being lost in the tall grass on Route 29. There are no locals for miles, only cats with gigantic, soul sucking eyes that follow you as you walk past them. F.I.L.S.S. assures me they aren’t a threat as long as I keep the armor on. It’s not like she’s the one trying to fight those things off. Can she even fight? The Dex told me that she could, but the damn thing won’t get out of the gear no matter what I say to her.
[There’s a snickering noise which is followed by a pleasant voice.]
Would you like to keep recording this journal entry?
[There’s a clearing of the throat before Epsilon continues.]
I swear if one more of those damn things attacks me, I’m using my gun…. Wait… [There comes sounds of fumbling and other metallic noises.] There’s no bullets! What the hell! Who takes a god damn gun to a mission without bullets!
[Wait for it-]
GOD DAMMIT, I DIDN’T NEED BULLETS AS AN AI… You know what? Fuck this! [Something heavy lands on the ground with a thud, and all that is heard is the sound of boots crunching on grass as the gear shuts off with a click.]
Third Person Sample: This world was hell. At least to this "die-hard" soldier. From the get-go Epsilon knew he was not cut out for this. After many tests to see just how real this body was, he was covered in bruises, and there was dings on his armor. The sweating under all that metal made him feel uncomfortable and wet, the saltiness getting into the small scratches he had, making him feel itchy all over. Anger had given way to exhaustion, which had given way to a numbness as he made himself keep walking through the tall grass on the way to the next town.
This is not something he had been warned about human bodies. Nope. The biological urges, just how tired someone could get, that no matter what position you were in some kind of discomfort was bound to happen, none of it. Being a real human was miserable. There had been a perk to all of this though…
The greatest discovery he made when he found out that he was indeed human was food. Food was great! Food was amazing! Food was way better than anything he had ever come across. The bento box took no time at all to be devoured by Epsilon, each bit giving him pleasure he had no idea could exist. He had been curious, offering the thing in his gear some food, but it politely declined in a voice that reminded him all too much of F.I.L.S.S…. of course there was immediate regret when all the food was gone. Where was he going to get more? Despite what the thing he had eventually dubbed F.I.L.S.S. said, Epsilon did not trust those berries that she had kept urging him to eat.
"I hope this is a dream. What I wouldn’t give to go back to being just some computer program…" He laid down on the ground, feeling that hollow ache in his muscle, and let out a sigh that could possibly be heard for miles. "Wait, can AI even dream? Would it be like that Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep type shit? Why the hell would they dream of sheep in the first place… Why am I here? What god did I piss off to be thrown into this world where cats want to kill me, birds can tear my head off, and I’ve got something constantly making snide remarks and laughing at me?......... you know what, F.I.L.S.S.? This is almost awful enough to make me wish Caboose was here. At least I’d have someone to yell at. Or Carolina. Hell, I’d take Tucker and those damn reds over the Shining cats. Anything but this…"
A soft beeping noise came from the gear at his hip, but it fell on deaf ears. Epsilon had passed out. With a sad beeping, the gear switches off, letting the noise of nature around them take over.
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Affiliation: Trainer
Starter: Porygon – F.I.L.S.S. (Phylis)
Password: Peppermint Bark
Samples
First Person Sample:
[This will be a very basic audio message, accidentally sent to the network.]
Day 3 of being lost in the tall grass on Route 29. There are no locals for miles, only cats with gigantic, soul sucking eyes that follow you as you walk past them. F.I.L.S.S. assures me they aren’t a threat as long as I keep the armor on. It’s not like she’s the one trying to fight those things off. Can she even fight? The Dex told me that she could, but the damn thing won’t get out of the gear no matter what I say to her.
[There’s a snickering noise which is followed by a pleasant voice.]
Would you like to keep recording this journal entry?
[There’s a clearing of the throat before Epsilon continues.]
I swear if one more of those damn things attacks me, I’m using my gun…. Wait… [There comes sounds of fumbling and other metallic noises.] There’s no bullets! What the hell! Who takes a god damn gun to a mission without bullets!
[Wait for it-]
GOD DAMMIT, I DIDN’T NEED BULLETS AS AN AI… You know what? Fuck this! [Something heavy lands on the ground with a thud, and all that is heard is the sound of boots crunching on grass as the gear shuts off with a click.]
Third Person Sample:
This world was hell. At least to this "die-hard" soldier. From the get-go Epsilon knew he was not cut out for this. After many tests to see just how real this body was, he was covered in bruises, and there was dings on his armor. The sweating under all that metal made him feel uncomfortable and wet, the saltiness getting into the small scratches he had, making him feel itchy all over. Anger had given way to exhaustion, which had given way to a numbness as he made himself keep walking through the tall grass on the way to the next town.
This is not something he had been warned about human bodies. Nope. The biological urges, just how tired someone could get, that no matter what position you were in some kind of discomfort was bound to happen, none of it. Being a real human was miserable. There had been a perk to all of this though…
The greatest discovery he made when he found out that he was indeed human was food. Food was great! Food was amazing! Food was way better than anything he had ever come across. The bento box took no time at all to be devoured by Epsilon, each bit giving him pleasure he had no idea could exist. He had been curious, offering the thing in his gear some food, but it politely declined in a voice that reminded him all too much of F.I.L.S.S…. of course there was immediate regret when all the food was gone. Where was he going to get more? Despite what the thing he had eventually dubbed F.I.L.S.S. said, Epsilon did not trust those berries that she had kept urging him to eat.
"I hope this is a dream. What I wouldn’t give to go back to being just some computer program…" He laid down on the ground, feeling that hollow ache in his muscle, and let out a sigh that could possibly be heard for miles. "Wait, can AI even dream? Would it be like that Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep type shit? Why the hell would they dream of sheep in the first place… Why am I here? What god did I piss off to be thrown into this world where cats want to kill me, birds can tear my head off, and I’ve got something constantly making snide remarks and laughing at me?......... you know what, F.I.L.S.S.? This is almost awful enough to make me wish Caboose was here. At least I’d have someone to yell at. Or Carolina. Hell, I’d take Tucker and those damn reds over the Shining cats. Anything but this…"
A soft beeping noise came from the gear at his hip, but it fell on deaf ears. Epsilon had passed out. With a sad beeping, the gear switches off, letting the noise of nature around them take over.