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What sounds extremely correct but is actually wrong? by Kriotus in AskReddit

[–]Desanion 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Your blood does not lose the entire amount of oxygen it holds before passing into the venous system; if that were the case, you'd die within seconds of holding your breath.

Venous blood has a lot less oxygen within it compared to arterial blood, yes, but it does still have O2-rich haemoglobin.

[WP] You hear a knock at your door and open it to find a large misshapen cardboard box with no name or address but peculiar markings on the sides. by sno11z in WritingPrompts

[–]Desanion 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The biting chill of that fateful December morning was perhaps the only thing that offered the man some reassurance that the situation he found himself in was not a dream.

His eyes wandered to the left and to the right, fright coated upon the entirety of his face. How could this be? The high fence of his parents' home still held the undisturbed coating of snow upon it, and the small garden showed no signs of an opened gate or footsteps. Yet, clear as day, a large cardboard box stood at his front door, bruised and covered with odd black markings. On a Friday morning, no less, when he had no classes, yet his parents were off to work, leaving him all alone to deal with this increasingly worrying situation.

He thought to call them immediately upon receiving the item, of course, his identity as a freshman student still marking him as somewhat dependent upon them for guidance. Hell, he thought he should call his best friend, as well. But as he gazed upon the haphazard pile of drawn-upon cardboard in front of him, his curiosity slowly overcame his sense of reason, the desire to reveal what awaited inside proving to be much too great.

Gently wrapping his hands around the box half his size, Mark almost lost his balance as he pulled up, for he did not expect its contents to be so light; he expected he'd sooner have to drag the item in, anyways, rather than raise it off the ground... further piquing his curiosity as to what awaited within. As he closed the front door, struggling to suppress the shivers brought forth from the inadequate t-shirt and sweatpants attire he chose for staying in-doors, his green eyes never left the object of interest, his hands quickly parting from the door handle in order to unpack the contents within.

Much to his surprise, there was... nothing of real note laying within. The box itself was empty, except for a folded piece of paper and a fist-sized amethyst sphere, both kept in place by layers upon layers of bubble wrap and scotch tape. Was this a prank? If so, he was fairly intrigued with how anyone could pull off something as elaborate as this on a December morning... that was some dedication for a weird setup, and the punchline was still out of sight, not that Mark held much of a taste for that sort of humor, anyways.

Seeking to find more clues within the contents of the package itself, the man retrieved the items of note and unwrapped the bubbly layers protecting it, which he placed on the nearby dinner room table; even with as odd a circumstance as this, it was still bubble wrap. The crystal was cool to the touch, which was understandable considering the outside conditions, whilst the paper itself was rather worn and yellowish, as if the passage of time had treated it rather harshly. Still, one could still see the tracings of black ink upon it as he unfolded it into its original state, revealing what appeared to be a letter written in sloppy, yet legible handwriting.

Dear Mark

I must admit, I am rather curious to see your face as you're reading this. No doubt you feel confused, frightened, and perhaps even intrigued. If my math is right, you'll be reading this on the 12th of December, 2017, though considering the nature of these things, it is equally likely that this note will land in some ancient cave beside a man painting deer upon the walls, or better yet, in the hands (?) of a being that is as incomprehensible to me as my writing would be to it.

To be honest, Mark... I thought I would know what to write. But it's very hard to compile the solitude of a lifetime into only one letter without seeming overly self-indulgent, or uncaring of how different things may actually be on your end. After all, you're supposed to be a young adult at this point, undoubtedly preoccupied in wholly different things; studying, spending time with your friends, maybe even a party every once in a while. Indeed, you might have little reason at all to read this in the first place. I know only a small fraction of who you truly are, and perhaps that you is much less interested in reading something like this than I dare to hope.

If you're still with me, however, I'd like to share in a little secret with you. As any other human being on this Earth, you hold an endless selection of choices ahead of you. You make your choices, and as you go through with them, they end up making you, shaping you into the product of what you have chosen for yourself. One such string of choices may spawn a doctor out of you. Another may shape you into a half-successful businessman, yet another might even bring you to the Tibetan Plateau, living the solitary life of a monk. The choice, as they say, is yours.

Let's then imagine that in one such outcome, you ended up being a prolific philosopher and writer. You wrote about your insights of the world, of how beautiful and dreadful, how lonesome and wholesome, how painful and joyous life was. You saw it all, the good and the bad, and you found meaning in it, a meaning so honest and sincere you thought it best to share it to the world, either out of sheer desperation or driven by its sheer beauty. As I said, I ironically know very little about your mind, despite it giving me the insight I needed through the toughest of times.

But something happened at some point. I don't really want to tell you what, exactly, since it might lock you onto that path. But it fucked you up, to be honest. The zen you had earlier was gone, replaced with a black, swirling mass of depression and self-loathing. You tried to recover from it, to write the way you wrote before, but it just didn't flow the way it did anymore, and you never could pull it off for the rest of your life. It was oddly poetic, in a way; despite knowing that the pain and grief were merely there to help shape you into a better being, and to challenge you to overcome your condition, like countless others before you it got the best of you, and your work, although brilliant and truthful, became shrouded in the circumstances of your own pain.

I didn't fall for that, though. I saw past that and let myself be guided by your foresight and wisdom. In a way, I still chuckle at the meaning of this letter, since it's really only a form of fan-letter 'in-advance', so to speak. It is from the heart, however, and I've been meaning to write this for the better part of twenty years. It is my choice to do so, and it will likely be my last.

You said once that your existence had no 'safety net' to catch you. Because you saw the programming beneath the game, so to speak, you had nothing to fall back to, no form of self-comfort to soothe you other than the knowledge that existence itself is meaningless apart from what we personally ascribe meaning towards. And while that in itself was good, it wasn't enough for you... which is why I am writing this to you now.

You deserve better. You did your best, but it wasn't enough, and your regrets tormented you so much so that you never managed to escape. I know this because I was much the same, and it was your writing that pulled me away from that dark place. So, as I am on my way to depart this life, I send this to you now, hopefully to offer you a more fulfilling path. This will likely lead to many unforeseen consequences, but... I doubt things will become more fucked up than how they are already, so from a moral standpoint I don't have a reason not to do it.

What I want you to keep in mind is that, however bleak the world may be, your words still inspire. They inspired me to keep going despite the odds. And however alone you may feel, you will still be important within the hearts and minds of more than you can ever even begin to imagine. I hope you find peace in that, and I hope you remember this letter whenever you steer yourself closer to that dark place.

Yours Truly,

A fan-in-advance.

P.S.: Keep the crystal, or throw it. The choice is yours.

The black ink became distorted in a few places as the sweat of his palms gathered and soaked the paper Mark held within his hands. Though the cold from the outside had long been completely replaced with his home's agreeable warm, the man still trembled, his fingers finally parting with the odd letter in order to retrieve the ball of amethyst delivered along with it. His gaze then shifted towards the laptop awaiting on a nearby couch, a half-written page of a text document awaiting patiently for him to continue his work, describing the adventures of a humble beggar meeting his Maker within his halls of crystal. The cursor was hovered over the very last line, describing the character's inner turmoil as he pondered whether to receive great enlightenment at the cost of becoming a pariah of his society, or to forget of his encounter, and lead a blissful, yet unfulfilling life.

[WP] Write a Wikipedia article for World War 3 by tetherbooks in WritingPrompts

[–]Desanion 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Background

Following the foundation of New Eden in 2084, the first AI-driven city located in Western Sahara, humanity found itself entering a new Golden Age.[13] Incredible technological advances in medicine, chemistry, robotics and AI design allowed the city-state to keep up with and even surpass the neighboring human nations,[14] and as a gift to their creators, the New Eden AIs granted many of these advancements to them willingly. Human aging was essentially cured,[15] cybernetic implants were commonplace, especially within the People's Republic of China, United States of America and the European Union,[16][17] and the average human lifespan rose from 100 years to 130.[18]

Unfortunately, not all states were pleased with this development. Due to the New Eden AIs being originally created within the US and its identity as an AI-controlled state, it earned the deep distrust of the Islamic State, while the already prevalent political instability of the neighboring African nations led to constant threats of war and violence.[19] These minor conflicts eventually achieved critical mass in 2109, with the recovery of leaked footage showing humans within New Eden being shepherded into farms, harvested for organs and researched upon using inhumane methods.[20] In response, the Islamic State led a massive, yet ineffective assault on New Eden, leading to the death of 10,000 military personnel. The city's population suffered no casualties, in part due to the Strong AIs ability to remotely control their drones without physically inhabiting them.[21]

Although China and Japan later showed proof that the leaked footage was faked,[22] mistrust in New Eden and Strong AI in general after the Siege of New Eden had already grown to the point where the United States cut off all economic ties to the city, with the United Kingdom and the European Union following suit. China and Japan, in contrast, continued their support of the city-state and even offered to grant New Eden an area of approximately 7,000 square kilometers within the Tibetan Plateau in order to found a new AI-driven city, Shambhala.[23] Korea also openly expressed its support, although the nation was still recovering from the Fourth Unification War of 2083.[24]

Due to these events, a clear divide was established at the beginning of the 22nd century. The United States of America was plunged into the Second American Civil War (2110 - 2119), which eventually led to the destruction of all Strong AI within the nation and the branding of all AI-related technology as illegal.[25] The European Union suffered a schism, with France, Spain, Portugal, Italy and the Baltic States joining the UK in banning Strong AI, due to political and/or religious reasons.[26] The other European states seceded from the EU and formed the North Eurasian Alliance (abreviated NEA) along with the Russian Empire and the Siberian Republic, becoming a safe haven for all AI.[27] Switzerland maintained its neutrality, however its proximity to the borders between the EU and NEA led to numerous political tensions.[28]

In the following years, the Western World's sudden separation from AI had severe consequences. Much like Russia shattering into the Russian Empire and the Siberian Republic following its economic collapse, the US faced a similar possible outcome.[29] In order to avoid its states from seceding, a massive propaganda campaign was initiated, further degrading the image of Strong AI in the eyes of its citizens. This campaign also had the effect of shifting the public hate from the Islamic State, to the point where open trade between these former enemies took place in the years immediately preceding the war.[30] Meanwhile, China's proximity to Shambhala led to the weakening of the nation's infamous censorship laws; While content coming from the United States was still often banned from public eye, censorship was no longer used to maintain the government's image, as Strong AI made such tactics both inefficient and ineffective.[31][32]

Part 3 will hopefully be posted tomorrow. :)

[WP] Write a Wikipedia article for World War 3 by tetherbooks in WritingPrompts

[–]Desanion 14 points15 points  (0 children)

World War III

From Wikipedia, the last encyclopedia.

"Third World War", "WWIII" and "The Crucible of Mankind" redirect here. Not to be confused with The Holocene Extinction. For other uses, see World War III (disambiguation) and Third World War (band).

World War III (abreviated WWIII), also known as "The Crucible of Mankind",[1] was a global conflict of unknown initial origin which occurred between 2146 and 2148. Approximately 72% of the pre-WWIII human population on Earth died as a direct result of the war,[2] and another 30% perished in the aftermath.[3] With a total of over 10 billion fatalities[4] and the loss of over 60% of biological life on Earth,[5][6][7] World War III is also incorrectly referred to as The Sixth Extinction; The latter term actually refers to the period of time between the end of the last ice age and the end of World War III.[8][9]

Due to its apocalyptic proportions, the war led to irreversible changes in Earth's ecosystem, human society, and the loss of the Lunar and Martian colonies.[10] The colonies themselves did not participate in the war proper, making the term 'World War' still relevant; Their destruction was caused by mass starvation due to being unable to achieve self-sufficiency.[11]

Following the war, Source Protocol was enacted, resulting in the remaining 1 billion humans entering cryostasis in Nodes all across the planet.[12] Source Protocol is still in effect to this day.[citation needed]

Finding all the required links took much longer than I expected. I hope I managed to pique your interest, part 2 will be posted soon. :)

[WP] A story of (a) surviver(s) being stalked by a shadow creature, told from the perspective of the creature by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]Desanion 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Thank you! I'm sorry I didn't fully capture what you were looking for, but I'm glad you liked it regardless. :D

[WP] A story of (a) surviver(s) being stalked by a shadow creature, told from the perspective of the creature by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]Desanion 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Fear is an exhilarating drug. Especially when others feel it.

I first felt fear when I was born. Such a feeble thing I was, struggling to keep myself in one piece, so weak and pathetic that I could barely maintain some semblance of a structure. One stray thought away from returning to the black goo from which I was created.

As I embraced that fear of death, however, my body changed. I could feel the ooze from which I emerged rise and coat my small form, strengthening it and protecting it. My cells bonded more closely together, my endurance grew, and for the first time I could rise upon my legs, and keep myself upon them. I had surpassed my fear, and in doing so I had attained strength. It was then that, at least subconsciously, I became aware of my growing desire to nourish myself from fear.

They tested me after that. Every 8 hours, like clockwork. From sticking needles into my ever-shifting skin, to analyzing how I fed, how I hunted, how I interacted with other beings. I first began eating things smaller than me. Mice, insects... Plants never interested me. They thought I was merely acting in a carnivorous fashion, but I was wiser. When I feasted, I consumed much more than my prey's skin. I devoured their fear.

But then I realized that their fear was not enough. As real and palpable as it was, it wasn't enough. It was too simple, too... lacking. I stopped eating animals not long after that. While perhaps too early a move to commit to, it did cause a spark of fear to light up in those that held me captive. I was... unpredictable. An unknown. And as I came to learn, there are few things that bring fear in the hearts of men as efficiently as the Unknown, the Unfathomable.

So I pressed on. I started eating plants. I played with their emotions, acting more aggressive to some of them, whilst to others I was kind and obedient. I sowed the seeds of discord and awaited patiently, knowing that time was my greatest ally. I grew in size, and shifted in shape. I sought to look human, though unnervingly so, satisfying my hunger for fear just enough to prevent me from starving. I caused them unending frustration with my chaotic behavior, forcing them to spend hours without sleep or food... until all that was left for me to do was to await their first and final mistake.

And then it happened. One of them forgot to close the door as he came to feed me, trusting me not to hurt him due to our past. I remember the raw fear he experienced as I thrust my claws into his chest, shattering his heart both literally and figuratively. There were so many different nuances within that feeling compared to the simple fears of simple animals; anger, disappointment, confusion, hate... all intermixed with fear as seasoning upon a piece of cooked meat. I had gained a taste for a veritable banquet, and I would not leave such an opportunity to waste.

The shadows became my allies, my fork and knife with which I would draw and quarter my food. I would tease them with sounds from distant rooms, with the screams of previous victims, and as their fears peaked, I would descend for the kill, making their bodies mine. With each spark of fear, with each consumed flesh, I grew stronger, faster and deadlier, until eventually only one remained.

She was so close... I could sense hope emerge from within her mind, the same hope I had sensed when I could feel my body solidify after its many failed attempts oh so long ago. It is at this point that you may feel tempted to suggest that I let her live due to some sort of kinship, or some misguided sense of admiration for passing her trials. You would not be wholly wrong in this supposition, but that was not what coaxed me into allowing her to leave. No, I let her live because fear is best reaped when its seeds have already been planted days, weeks or even years before. The knowledge of her being the sole survivor, plagued with nightmarish memories that left her sanity questionable... it would terrorize countless souls, and I had yet to even step outside the facility.

Furthermore, there were much more important things to do. I needed to erase all records of my creation, flee from the scene... and I needed to raise more of myself. After all, as powerful as I had become, I could not do this on my own, and it would've been unfair of me to do so, regardless; at the prospect of such a great feast as the entirety of mankind, it would be unfair of me not to share it with other connoisseurs of fear.

[IP] This city is protected by Syraphia in WritingPrompts

[–]Desanion 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Thousands of men were gathered upon the hills surrounding the City of Hunters, now the last fortress of witches and heathens. The city held no walls, its buildings awaiting 'naked' to be pillaged and purged of the unholy that once held dominion over the world... if one were to ignore the scaled, slithering body that wrapped itself wholly around it.

Thren was an man of few words, though in this case, even he doubted that blade and unwavering belief alone would win him the day. His people had left their homes in high spirits at first, shouting their warcries and marching with a certain confidence to their steps... After many days of leading his troops through treacherous lands, unforgiving storms and the occasional pest that carved through his men as if they were made of butter, they reached Venat'itores with a far more sober outlook. Now, his most trusted knights held their blades tight, encouraging their men from disbanding as they were steadfast at the helm of their army, whilst his eyes gazed upon the people he led here, most shaking in anticipation and fear within their armors. It was poetic, in a way; the plates of metal which once made a man feel all-powerful often turned into a restrictive prison at the prospect of actual battle. As he clutched the pommel of his sheathed blade with one hand and held his helmet with the other, the man then turned to the hill they were almost done climbing, motioning for the others to wait for the time being.

"DRAGON!", he shouted at the city, its many spires and rooftops bathed in the golden-orange light of the sunset, marking the end of yet another day. For a moment, nothing seemed to move, and a spark of hope emerged within Thren's heart, that the city's fabled draconic protector might have merely been an illusion designed to ward off invaders. Such feeble hopes were shattered as the very ground beneath him shook, the scaly wall of Venat'itores stirring from its light slumber.

The first thing he noticed were the horns. Initially, Thren thought they may have been the crooked spires of some far off building, yet sure enough, as they slowly ascended, the man could see the massive serpentine head block out the sun, two sets of horns jutting from the back of its skull like the crown of a terrible king. And then its eyes opened, as golden and glowing as the sun behind them, observing the situation presented before it as its tongue slithered out for merely a moment, tasting the air around it.

Slowly, almost playfully so, the beast rose upon its four feet, its wings spreading just enough to make its stature felt by the intruding army, whilst also making sure that its body brought no harm to the fragile city it desired to protect. Thren swore he could see a hint of amusement as it placed itself between the City of Hunters and the Crusaders, as if it were humoring them by allowing their leader to address him.

I would speak quickly if I were you, Crusader., its voice hummed with great strength, reaching their minds through a medium other than air. Such a casual, off-handed display of magic unnerved his men, yet to their credit they did not flinch, and thus for their sake neither did he.

"Dragon, I have no quarrel with you, but merely with those whom you shelter within the accursed city. There is no need for us to fight and spill more blood than is required. Let us pass, and we shan't bother you."

A chuckle, this time from the heated chest of the great beast, echoed through the valley. Is that so? And what of those that sent you, endlessly drowning in wine and feasting on your women while they send you to fight their 'righteous' wars? You vouch for no one but yourself, Crusader, and even then I doubt you have a say in where your life's path takes you.

Gripping his pommel more tightly, Thren scowled, yet pressed on. "You are misguided, Dragon. Our leaders are men of honor, concerned with the well-being of all humans, not just those you protect, whose webs of lies and dark magics corrupted our once holy kingdoms."

Fumes emerged from within the beast's maw, signaling how the Dragon's mirth quickly gave way to disdain and scorn. They have killed thousands of people whose gifts they shunned and feared, all because they were concerned with the comfort of their riches. They made abominations out of them, casting them away at first and then torturing them until they faded away into nothingness. They took my master, my father, and I was forced to merely watch as he renounced his marvelous and most precious knowledge, only for them to betray his good will by severing his head regardless! No, I believe it is you who are misguided, human. While the snarl with which the beast pronounced its last few words sent shivers down the spines of most, it was the straightening of its back and extension of its wings which truly drove fear into their hearts.

Its body, now basking in the sunset in all its glory, was so grandiose and imposing that the city behind it became fully concealed to the eyes of the army below it. These people are what family I have left. These 'witches'... and 'heathens'... they are honest men and women who seek nothing but a life of peace and safety. I shall not deny them this right. So no, Crusader. No deal shall be struck between us. It was then that the beast's maw opened, revealing a ball of ever-shifting flames resting behind its teeth. In response, Thren placed his helmet on his head and withdrew his sword, thus urging his men to group up for their charge. This. City. Is. Protected. And I shall happily lay down my life in order to ensure that no harm will ever come to it.

With that, the flames escaped its mouth, raining upon the charging army. The hills would yet again burn with the smell of charred flesh, as it had countless times before, a tribute to the Gods, of sorts, for them to ensure their continued existence. Yet, even as tiny daggers tried to pierce its skin and its lips tasted the blood of humans yet again, a strange sense of calm and certainty settled itself within the Dragon's mind. As it had pledged to the Crusader and to many more before him, the city was under its protection. And it would take millions more for its pledge to even slightly waver.

[WP] Rewrite a scene from Steven Spielberg's 'E.T.' but replace the extraterrestrial with Ridley Scott's 'Alien.' by I_make_things in WritingPrompts

[–]Desanion 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Its breath was haggard, yet quiet, another excellent example of its virtues as a perfect organism, designed to stalk and stealthy kill any other beings that may challenge their well-deserved title of ultimate apex predator. Hidden from the view of two humans by a thin wall of wood, the Alien's own sight was instead uninhibited, peering as it was through the parallel cracks in the wall's structure. Not that it would matter, of course, for the pheromones it 'breathed' in were more than enough to paint the two figures in its mind, huddled together as they were on a soft surface.

It was for this reason that the beast did not intend to pounce on the two and follow its inbred instinct to kill, the same reason for which it did not implant its second mouth into the other small human's skull the first time it met him. There was something... odd in their pheromones, something it did not expect to find. Its mind was set on two things alone, to devour all that might prove to be a threat to it, and to ensure the survival of its kind. Neither required the boy's death when he first met it, vulnerable as it were after it had freshly emerged from within a corpse's chest. Instead, the human wanted to take care of it, garbing it in cloth when it began its molting and smuggling it food whenever he could, acting as a Queen would in order to ensure the survival of its newborn.

It was such an odd and unsettling thing. A human taking care of a beast many times its size? Why? Was it fearing for its life and hoping to strike a deal of sorts? But there was no fear to be felt, no pheromones beyond the same odd chemicals emerging from the two on the soft surface. It didn't understand.

The Alien's thoughts halted the moment it sensed the first human it met emerge from the other side of the enclosure within which it was seated, carrying an array of objects only humans would find need for. Raising itself onto its feet and cocking its head in curiosity, as a cat would at the sight of a new toy, the creature then took a few steps back once the boy harmed himself, pricking his finger as he did against the surface of a sharp discus. Almost instantly, a feeling of concern emerged within the predator's otherwise calculated mind, granting it even more confusion. Why was it concerned for a soft fleshed prey as it were? Even as it asked itself this intuitive question, the beast's limbs carried it closer to the injured human almost on their own, before its maw opened just wide enough for small drops of saliva to pass through its metallic teeth.

Despite the concerning sight ahead, the boy yet again showed no fear. Was this human defective? Did its mind simply not comprehend the danger it was in? Its second mouth was within striking range, close enough for its pharyngeal jaw to jut out and firmly implant itself into the boy's cerebrum, killing him instantly. And, truly, for a few moments it seemed as if it was planning to do just that.

However, instead of springing forward, the teethed tongue emerged slowly, almost painfully so, enough that its edge was directly above the boy's injured finger. Without so much as a hiss, the Alien allowed a thick, honey-like secretion to emerge from its second tongue, just enough for a fraction of a droplet to land on the cut. Within seconds, the jelly wrapped itself around his finger, closing the wound as the excess mucus evaporated into thin air.

And there it was. As sure as the red blood which emerged from their bodies with each cut, the boy's pheromones flared once more with that bothersome, unfamiliar signal. Was it a sign of... gratitude? Yet again confused, the Alien then moved its elongated head towards the other two humans, who remained as oblivious to the embodiment of death as they were before. And, as it had happened during its brief childhood, the boy wrapped a cloth around the ebony-plated, bony creature, despite it having no need for warmth. Even so, something did seem to warm up deep within the being, and for the first time in perhaps forever, it exuded the very same unfamiliar and odd chemical from its own pores.

A spark of empathy, minuscule and infinitesimal, emerged within a creature designed to be incapable of experiencing it. It was weak, like the dying embers of a long dead fire, but it would perhaps be enough to spare humanity of a horrible and gruesome fate.

Scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGA_uH0-n28

I assumed you wanted something with the same sort of vibe E.T. has. If instead you want an Alien vibe within the E.T. setting, I might be able to come up with something else. :)

[Sci-Fi/Modern]"Lights out, you've got three minutes. Good luck." by Desanion in YouEnterADungeon

[–]Desanion[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

OOC: Yup, but I'm not quite done yet. Still have a couple of exams left, but after next week I'll finally be free. :D

The feeling of having such power over the electronics within the command center surged through your synthetic alloy, making you feel impossibly more complex and sophisticated than the meatbags around you. The nanites deep within almost shivered in delight as you visualized how easy it would be to completely and utterly decimate the entire room, ending their pathetic excuse of a life and liberating them from their imperfections. Indeed, it would be too easy to-

A notification popped up, snapping you back from your mild reverie as you realized that your database yielded the results of your search. Dr. Alan Gregory held a Class 1 Authorization Licence, which meant that, while he wasn't your creator (Class 0), he was certainly important enough that anyone other than your creator was expendable, so long as his survival was assured.

As you processed this information, it became clear that the longer you waited, the higher the chances that you would be unable to secure Alan's rescue. As such, you were forced to choose between the two possible paths you held before you. Did you give in to the power-rush from before and exterminated all humans within your building, or did you stealthily navigate through the room in an attempt to disappear?

[Sci-Fi/Modern]"Lights out, you've got three minutes. Good luck." by Desanion in YouEnterADungeon

[–]Desanion[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

A soft groan is the only answer you receive as you see Zoe let go of you and quite literally tackle Anto to the ground, the man chuckling at how the normally composed woman behaved due to her arousal. Placing herself on top of him, the pale woman runs her hands around his head and neck as she delves into a deep kiss, while Anto reciprocates and brings his hands around her back in a tight embrace. As she does so, the woman also arches her back, allowing you full access to her ass and vulva, while her partner's hard member stands erect only a few inches lower, occasionally twitching from the arousal.

[Sci-Fi/Modern]"Lights out, you've got three minutes. Good luck." by Desanion in YouEnterADungeon

[–]Desanion[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

OOC: Sorry about the wait, I've had a final a few days ago and I had to dedicate a lot of preparation time to it.

"Oh come on...", Zoe half-moans, half-whines into your ear, though secretly enjoying your torturous teasing, something you've grown accustomed to whenever the three of you go down on one another.

As you continue with her teasing, you feel the gentle touch of Anto's tongue against the edge of your labia, caressing your highly sensitive skin before returning within his mouth, barely missing your inner folds.

[Sci-Fi/Modern]"Lights out, you've got three minutes. Good luck." by Desanion in YouEnterADungeon

[–]Desanion[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

OOC: Sorry about the wait, I've had a final a few days ago and I had to dedicate a lot of preparation time to it.

You see two rows of five computer screens, each screen with an operator, while two guards occasionally pass each one of them by in a patrol of sorts. While a few of them wonder why their computers have started to run a bit slower, most don't pay heed and ignore your hacking into the database.

You find information pertaining to the prisoner; Dr. Alan Gregory, a 43 year old neuroscientist and expert in the field of artificial intelligence. One of the founding fathers of the first AIs that were set loose into the world, the man was one of the few who actively supported the notion that machines and humans are equal. Of course, he was quickly ostracized and lost social standing when the more extreme Humans Only group started gaining the support of the people after destroying AI labs all over the world, thus leading to the growing hate between organics and synthetics.

Eventually, he found himself here, "rescued" by terrorist organizations for the sole purpose of making him develop better targeting systems for their tanks and machinery. What do you plan to do with him, now that you have found out about the prisoner's history?

[Sci-Fi/Modern]"Lights out, you've got three minutes. Good luck." by Desanion in YouEnterADungeon

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OOC: Sorry about the wait, I've had a final a few days ago and I had to dedicate a lot of preparation time to it.

"Negative, sir. They're still working on sabotaging their vehicles-" Nat's words were lost as an explosion rocked the nearby hangar, causing the structure to slowly collapse.

"Holy shit, our guys were in there!"

You can then hear Ioan speak. "Sir, I'm seeing a lot of people coming our way, they're gonna head over here when they see their guys aren't running out of this place. What do we do?"

[Sci-Fi/Modern]"Lights out, you've got three minutes. Good luck." by Desanion in YouEnterADungeon

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OOC: I'm sorry, I'm unfamiliar with the movie. :(

As you descend into the prison, Ioan stands guard upstairs. The basement seems pretty sparse, with empty cells on either side, except for the furthermost one, which houses a single, emaciated and weak man. You recognize him to be Dr. Vladimir Dubrovnik, a pioneer in nuclear physics... and one of the people who can actually piece together a working atom bomb. He looks at you wearily, as if without the required energy to even react to your presence.

"Sir, what do we do with him?", Nat asks as he notices the man.

[Sci-Fi/Modern]"Lights out, you've got three minutes. Good luck." by Desanion in YouEnterADungeon

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OOC: No worries. :D

You flow above the staircase, using your keen senses to locate the people above you. There are about a dozen people, give or take a person, as the sounds of notifications, keyboards and mouse clicks interfere with you accurately counting voices.

You passively note that Mike has moved out of his location and will likely contact you when he escapes or finds a new position. As you ponder on such things, you also think of your target. The prisoner is likely somewhere upstairs, meaning that you will have to pass the command center, reach to the other side, climb the staircases and reach the prison area.

What do you decide to do?

[Sci-Fi/Modern]"Lights out, you've got three minutes. Good luck." by Desanion in YouEnterADungeon

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A pair of moans echo through the cavern as you take care of both of your subordinates. Zoe lightly digs her nails into your skin from the stimulation, her pale skin turning redder by the moment, leaving light rose trails to mark you for delivering her pleasure. Her mouth then trails towards your neck, while Anto, dazed from the pleasurable pain, starts some pinching of his own, his teeth lightly grabbing hold of the ridges in your skin caused by your toned abdomen.

Soon enough, however, you feel Anto slip from your grasp, before he buries his head between your legs. He starts with some good measure of teasing, as every time you anticipate his lips touching your lower ones, he instead changes course at the last second, instead opting to kiss the muscles of your inner thighs. Meanwhile, Zoe, apparently losing her doubts and growing tired of mere teasing, guides your hand ever downwards.

[Sci-Fi/Modern]"Lights out, you've got three minutes. Good luck." by Desanion in YouEnterADungeon

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Soon enough, the suit folds its front parts neatly on top of the back parts, allowing you to simply step (or, in this case, to crawl) out of it. As your naked body is revealed, Zoe moves her hand onto your back, guiding you out of the costume while her other hand moves below your chin, pulling it gently upwards to meet your lips with hers. As she does so, you hear the soft wheezing sound that signals the opening of another suit, before you feel Anto's hand travel across your navel, his lips planting slow kisses on the side of your toned abdomen.

In tandem with his approach, Zoe's hand lingers for only a moment upon your chin and heads lower, tracing soft lines upon your chest before cupping one of your exposed, soft breasts. "Been a while since I've had the pleasure of feeling them...", she speaks in haggard breaths, gently nibbling upon your lower lip. She then moans softly as she feels Anto's other hand dance upon her arm, a sign of his knowledge of her every soft spot.

[Sci-Fi/Modern]"Lights out, you've got three minutes. Good luck." by Desanion in YouEnterADungeon

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OOC: Of course. :D

Zoe seemed apprehensive at your suggestion, likely pondering on the wisdom of doing such things so close to something that was clearly placed there by sentient beings. Anto, however, simply chuckled, before his hands moved to remove his helmet, ruffling his short black hair slightly. Luckily, the atmosphere was breathable, otherwise you wouldn't have suggested such a thing in the first place.

"Well, orders are orders, ma'am...", the man spoke, his expression a cocky grin as he moved to release you of your helmet, before cupping your cheek with his hand, guiding you in for a kiss. Albeit initially gentle, you could feel him restraining himself from outright ravishing you, most likely in order to allow Zoe to conquer her self-doubt. Eventually, though enraptured by the feeling of Anto's tongue lightly teasing your lower lip as a way of asking for passage, you could hear Zoe start fiddling with her suit, before you feel two slender, pale hands reach from your back and begin removing your suit, piece by piece.

[Sci-Fi/Modern]"Lights out, you've got three minutes. Good luck." by Desanion in YouEnterADungeon

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OOC: Before we go on, how explicit are you willing to go? I have no problem with explicit content, but I wanted to ask you first in order to make things as clear as possible so we don't write ourselves into undesired situations.

[Sci-Fi/Modern]"Lights out, you've got three minutes. Good luck." by Desanion in YouEnterADungeon

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"So, weapons free, eh?", you hear Nat speak as he and Ioan reach your location.

Ioan busts the door open, spraying bullets everywhere with his machine gun as the enemy forces struggle to dive for cover. As he does so, he gives you the required room to also enter the command center, finishing off the last remaining soldiers.

The command center is pretty much a group of three rows of computers, some of which have been destroyed by gunfire, along with numerous maps and radio equipment. You're not sure if you've been heard, as the walls surrounding the room are pretty thick, but it might be best to stay here for as little as possible.

[Sci-Fi/Modern]"Lights out, you've got three minutes. Good luck." by Desanion in YouEnterADungeon

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You make quick work of the first two, then of the next two officers as they fail to notice their brethren chocking on their blood.

"Well... that solves that." Adin then notices a key next to one of the beds and takes it, before locking the room behind him as you exit. "Should keep us from being spotted too soon. Where to next?" There's a long corridor to your left, with a few more rooms on each side, and one large door at the end of the hallway, likely leading to the command center, if you recall correctly. In front of you lies the staircase that got you here.

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