Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

[omggirlonthenet]

Welcome to the future. Unfortunately, it's not all it's cracked up to be. The very definition of the term cyberpunk is "high tech, low life." These are worlds defined by poverty or absolute control, where the net is your only escape from the troubles of the world. Cyborgs, metahumans, AIs, corporations with undisputed power are what's being served out here. Do you have what it takes to survive?

To get started, you can create a scenario for yourself, or merely go to the Random Number Generator and choose a pre-made one for you and your partner, or you can even leave your comment blank and let respondents pick, I'm not going to tell you how to decide, it's just a meme, calm down.


1. You or your partner (or both) is a hacker who just stumbled across the biggest information leak of your lives. This could make or break the two of you, if you know how to handle the consequences of your following action.

2. In the real world, people wouldn't waste their spit on scum like you. But in the net? You're a god, peddling information and resources better than Wal-Mart. Just be careful who you talk to. Not everyone thinks what you do is a good thing.

3. The corporations, the government, the gangs, the machines. It doesn't matter who it is, but you're tired of their interference in your life. Are the two of you ready to take them on?

4. You're the king or queen of your private enterprise. You have it all: A private army, AIs capable of placating the masses, connections even better than the government, and a demeanor that could charm Satan himself. However, there's still that little nuisance known as the underdog, and they're knocking at your door.

5. You just got that newest drug shipment in, and it promises to be the biggest trip in your life. It promises to make you stronger, faster, smarter, and sexier, all in one hit. The only thing left is to try it.

6. People are disappearing, and no one seems to notice or care, except you and your partner. The only thing? They're also your worst enemy.

7. You've just been kidnapped, and unfortunately, your partner's the kidnapper. What's their motive? Can you escape?


Anything I forgot, go ahead and play it. Make your own world, your own personalities. Have fun!

[Snagged from AegisDetective on LJ - posted here over a month ago]

Comments

Tardis (Dr. Who)

[1st_companion]

Shay | Uglies series | OTA

[1st_cutter]

Charles Xavier || X-Men First Class || OTA

[begoingbald]

Steve Rogers || Captain America (Movie)/Avengers || OTA

[justhadadate]

Apollo (Inception OC) - OTA | 2

[apollodreaming]

Apollo had been born of children of the cyber age, and it showed. He'd learned how to use a deck and a speed-board almost before he could walk, and he'd been jacking in almost as long.

He was an information jockey, a console cowboy, and he was a good one. He was also a member of Radical Honesty, which was part of why he did what he did, he believed that information should be free and resources evenly distributed. He sipped at his coffee, gaze roaming over his console in much the same way that most people would look at a lover. Gulping down the last of his drink he settled, stretching his fingers before plugging himself in with a murmured: "What've you got for me today?"

Maison Roberts | OC | OTA

[big_l_librarian]

Boomer (Tron: Legacy OC) - OTA - 6

[boomersecurity]

People had been going missing, he'd noticed that, it was his job as system security to notice things like that, so far everyone who'd turned up missing were Lo-Teks, people who'd been living off the grid, on the streets. Not everyone living on the streets was lowlife scum, some of them, most of them, were just good people with bad circumstances.

When he brought his concerns to his superiors was told that he was wrong, or worse: that it didn't concern him and he should leave it alone. That was the one that worried him, made him wonder how long this had been going on and how many other people had found out about it and been summarily vanished.

He knew who else might know, or at least have noticed, and that was what had driven him to the Under City today, seeking out the one known as Top Dollar.

Charles Xavier | XMFC | OTA

[calmestmind]

Arthur (Inception) - OTA

[domsconsigliere]

Muon | Tron: Legacy OC | OTA | 2

[homingpigeon]

Muon, or just Mu, as she occasionally called herself, depending on the social circle, was a pirate, and proud of it. She had always felt that wealth, be it goods or information, should be placed where it was needed most, and not just held by the upper percentile.

She'd been called many things in her time, Socialist, Communist, Freedom Fighter and Harlot. She'd worn each of those titles proudly for a time, but always came back to Pirate, it was a good catch-all title, and she liked it.

Right at that moment she was tracking a shipment of medical supplies that had been destined for one of the government chop shops, but that had been quietly redirected to one of her distributors who would make sure it got to the people who needed it.

Zepar (Fallen angel) | OTA

[hurtyourealgood]

Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton - MCU - OTA

[ihazanest]

Lonnie Chandler (Jumper OC) - OTA | 2

[imajumper]

They called her a Jumper because she seemed to be at any place at any time, sometimes multiple locations at once, though no one had yet been able to pin down where she was in real-space. And that was the way she liked it. It was how she'd survived as long as she had.

Lonnie was in the business of losing things. From flash drives to shipping containers, for the right price she could make sure they stayed lost, or that they got back to where they were supposed to be. She didn't play favorites, she just played who would pay her the most and who was least likely to try and track her down.

Roberta Fischer (Rule 63 Robert Fischer - Inception) | OTA | 4

[insuredfor10mil]

Roberta was a daughter of the revolution, so to speak. Her family had been on the leading edge of most technological, and some biological advances of the past few decades, which left her in a position of power, wealth, and no small amount of fame.

She was also something of a recluse, no one had seen her in public or in person for the past three years. She still attended political and fund-raising functions by video conference, which left rumors flying, that she was dead and had been for years, that she'd never actually existed. Some people may even have guessed at the truth: that she was a veritable prisoner in her own home.

She was the last of the Fischer family, and they wanted to keep her safe until they found an eligible bachelor, someone worthy of carrying on the line.

Arkady | FreakAngels | 3

[justalilmental]

Arkady had always been Lo-Tek and proud. Living off the land, what little of it there was in a towering city of neon and chrome. She'd scraped together a rooftop garden some time ago, collecting rainwater and condensation to water the plants.

The place was nigh inaccessible, at least to city-dwellers, people more used to wide safe walkways than narrow catwalks made out of plywood and girders, scrap steel. Though she was well-hidden from prying eyes, most of the 'Teks knew how to contact her if they needed anything.

Ariadne (Inception) | OTA | 3

[justpurecreation]

Ariadne knew, she had known for a while, that the world most people lived in simply didn't exist. It was banks and banks of virtual reality servers. She should know, she was one of the designers of the maze, so to speak.

It had started out as a group therapy, and the doctors had discovered that the more people that were hooked up to it, the better it worked, the old adage of 'the more the presidents sleep, the safer the people will be' was proving to be true. Sort of. Because it wasn't the leaders who were sleeping, it was the people.

And today was the day that it was time to wake them up. She didn't know what would happen, mass chaos, probably, and she knew that some of them wouldn't be able to handle the stress of the transition, but she couldn't be a part of this any longer, she couldn't allow it to go on.

She also couldn't let on, to anyone, what it was she was planning, she just smiled at the security guard the same as she always did, setting her travel cup of coffee and her ID badge into the tray before stepping through the metal detector, retrieving both items on the other side with a cheerful: "Good morning."

Betty Winchester (Supernatural demi-OC) - OTA

[lady_metallicar]

Caliban 'Cal' Leandros (Nightlife series) - OTA

[last_auphe]

Lucy Weaver | OC | OTA | 6

[lucky_no_7]

Lucy was good at pattern recognition, she always had been, especially as totally wired-in as she was. She'd been a test subject, and the test had been successful, perhaps too successful. Thanks to the bio-electric wetware that had been implanted, installed, into her she was aware of anything and everything that was connected to the web. A lone node of wireless connectivity in a vast sea of it.

But it was because of this that she'd noticed the disappearances. It bothered her that she never saw when, or how, just saw the gaps that were left behind, holes where there had once been whole people. What bothered her more was that she couldn't see where, they never cropped up anywhere else on the grid.

She knew of one other person who might have noticed, one other person who might be able to help. The problem was that she hadn't contacted them since the project had been disbanded, and they hadn't parted on good terms, not even remotely.

She sent a message anyway: People are missing. There are gaps in the code, holes in the matrix. I'm not asking for myself, I'm asking for them. Do you know anything about it? She didn't leave her name, but instead her digital signature, a single digit: 7 glowing faintly blue-white.

[eightlazylegs]

Hermes does not acknowledge the concept of privacy. Oh, he takes his care with his own security systems but he has no qualms about butting into people's private conversations. This one's been a person of interest for him for a while and disappearances...ah, now that sounds like a puzzle.

Define 'people'. Describe. Will require further information.

One tentacle stretches out and wraps around a fragment of crab meat. He pulls it into his maw and crunches down on it while he awaits a response.

Gabreel King (OC) 2ish - OTA

[malecompanion]

There was always someone out there who wanted to buy something, goods, services, information, and Gabreel had dealt in all of the above. Though most often he dealt in a particular, narrow line of services. The kind of thing that hadn't gone the way of the dodo so much as the way of all flesh. It wasn't gone, just hidden, and people who needed it knew where to look.
He sipped at his tea as he fired up his computer to check on any appointments that day.

Eames (Inception) - OTA - 7

[neededforger]

His mouth, he realized, tasted like copper and grit, which meant that he'd hit the floor at some point and had either bitten his tongue or his cheek. He slowly took stock of limbs and digits, both arms, both legs, all of his fingers and toes as far as he could tell, though his wrists were bound behind him, and he was either blindfolded or had a bag over his head.

His tongue didn't feel swollen, which boded well for not having bitten it, and the fact that his own breathing wasn't stifling pointed more to blindfold than to black bag, another good sign, he was hoping.

That was when the smell of the place really hit him, sterile and disinfectant-y. But not enough to completely cover the smell of meat. Fuck, a chop-shop, harvesting and selling organs by the pound. There had to be a way to get out of this one.

The Repairman (Wanted) | OTA

[nottootightisit]

Katniss Everdeen | Hunger Games | OTA | 7

[not_catnip]

She woke with a start, coughing raggedly, still tasting smoke. Sector 13 was nothing but a distant memory now, there had been a raid, she remembered that much, she remembered a few of them getting out, she thought she'd gotten out before everything went dark, so she couldn't be sure if anyone had actually escaped or not. She hoped so.

She coughed again, turning her head to spit, tasting blood under the char on her tongue. She didn't have to question why she was still alive. She might not have been a rebel leader, but she was definitely their figurehead. Someone was going to want to make an example of her, or ransom her off, if there were any other survivors. Neither option sounded like a good one to her, but until she knew where she was and who was holding her, she'd have to bide her time.

Rob Fellows aka: Robin Goodfellow (Cal Leandros series) OTA

[not_w_loman]

Susanna Yearling (In Time OC) | OTA | 4

[onstolentime]

She was going to live forever. Or at least long enough that it would seem like forever. She ran her fingers along the readout ticking away on her arm, thirteen digits. More than she'd ever had in her life, more than most people had in their lives. She pinched herself a moment later, a quick, sharp tweak to the inside of her elbow, it stung, and so she surmised that this wasn't a dream, not really.

It still surprised her, having that much time, even after five years. She shook her head, smoothing her hand down her arm again, sliding her sleeve back into place. Some nights she still woke up in a panic, feeling her time running out before remembering how much of it she actually had now.