PLEASE COMPLETE THE CAPTCHA. Describe the image by choosing 3 prompts below. [Image] -{Funny} -{Threatening} -Peaceful -Dastardly -{Strange}
CAPTCHA PASSED. LOGGING INTO UU LEVEL THREE COMMAND AND CONTROL HUB. ...
Even in a time of apocalypse and otherworldly occupation, there are still cubicles and desk jobs.
There are still nagging managers.
And there's still the soulless worker making a wage.
1549 does not think while he works. He's been doing this type of job for years, only now he's gotten moved into a different office across dimensions. A "promotion" to "greener pastures" as his former co-workers stated. Packed and moved, his workplace nearly looks identical to the one he used to have. A calendar displaying the homeworld days and months, desk trinkets, a framed picture of a barnacle, simple things that make his desk feel more tolerable. Not human, though.
He isn't human.
He never was.
Another day comes and goes, and reports are surfacing that the rebellion is escalating on the European front. It looks as though the UU forces are winning, and by a good mile, even with the setbacks faced from the citadel explosion. Nonetheless, his supervisor has already stated that the conflict between the Lambda and UU will not affect the Russian offices, and hours will continue like normal. "Expect no differences with the workday." He re-reads the email again, then closes it, and moves back to the data-hub window. His job is to make sure all data running through the UU mainframe is transferred and downloaded efficiently and swiftly. This requires extensive coding knowledge, data research, multiple degrees, the likes, in order to do such a job cohesively. He's been able to consistently code and optimise transfers for years now, and things have not changed from his old offices. Just the setting, and I guess the computers, too. They're running the latest UniversalOS 7 "Gamma."
Yet as he's squashing bugs and identifying bottlenecks, a file pops up in the transfer portal.
"maythehumansweep.zip"
It's 40 gigabytes large.
He moves the file from TRANSFER to QUEUE, removes it from QUEUE, and downloads it straight to his hard disk drive. He then opens up "SecurScan" and runs the file through.
The program breaks.
He opens up "Anti-Virus" and attempts to quarantine and terminate the file.
That program beaks as well.
He finally opens up "OS Defender" and runs the file through the shredder.
"ERROR. CANNOT TERMINATE CRITICAL UU FILES."
What?
He closes all programs and opens up "File Explorer." He contemplates opening the file sitting in the downloads section, yet something inside of him is persuading him to just do it. What could be the worst that can happen? A demotion? He's level three, this has to be somewhere within his clearance level.
He clicks on the file twice. <::<DISSONANT ACTION DETECTED, SUPPRESS AND REPRIMAND.>::>
Fuck! The loyalty chip! Whatever this file has inside of it clearly was not supposed to be shared. So how did it get through to his computer? Why can't he see it? What kinds of free will paramaters is he breaking that warrants a psychological reprimand? He doesn't remember. He simply closes the file explorer and continues with his daily work...
...
Day two. It's late, overtime shift. An influx of spam files have clogged the queue and he's the only one who can fix the problem.
Another strange file appears.
"YOUCANNOTDENYYOURSUFFERING.zip"
50 gigs.
He goes through the same process he did with the other file, triggering the same suppression action by his loyalty chip. Unaware of why he keeps getting shocked, he closes the file explorer and continues to clear the queue
...
Day three.
His manager bitched at him about triggering the chip twice.
Pay docked. Work continues. No strange files.
...
Day four.
Another file appears.
"GODHATESYOU.zip"
No specified file size.
He attempts to open the file. The loyalty chip does not go off. Instead, it just silently blinks red.
The zip file opens to the following text:
[---] YOU ARE AN ABOMINATION OF GOD. A SLAVE TO WHAT WE HAVE ALWAYS HATED: A MASTER WHO HAS NO REGARD OR EMPATHY. YOUR MEMORIES HAVE BEEN ALTERED TO FUEL THEIR MACHINE AND RID YOU OF HUMANITY. YOU WERE HUMAN. YOU WERE FORCED TO EVOLVE INTO SOMETHING WORSE. REMEMBER YOUR PAST. YOUR FAMILY. EARTH. ... ... ... OTA CONSTRUCTION LOG 33 General memory alteration experiments have gone well so far. Engineering for the perfect soldier is nearing finality. Soon humans will no longer have to live purposeless, and instead enjoy life as one of our most loyal soldiers. They will no longer remember who they were, or who they loved. Only who they now are through fabricated memories. This is what the gods would have wanted. ... ... ... IS THIS NOT CRUEL?
DO YOU FEEL NO EMOTION?
DO YOU NOT SEE THE INJUSTICE?
THERE IS NO BLACK AND WHITE WITH THE UNIVERSAL UNION.
ONLY BLOOD RED TO PAINT THE HALLS OF THEIR EMPIRE.
DO US A SERVICE AND REMEMBER YOUR WORTH.
CEASE YOUR UNDUE DUTY TO THE UU. RESIST THE URGE TO SERVE. REMOVE YOUR LOYALTY CHIP. REMOVE YOUR SIDEARM. REMOVE YOUR MASK.
REMOVE YOUR SHACKLES. REMEMBER WHAT WAS STOLEN.
REMEMBER WHAT WAS LOST. REMEMBER WHAT WAS MADE. REMEMBER WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME. BREATH IN FREEDOM. BREATH OUT VICTORY. PLACE THE GUN TO THE ROOF OF YOUR MOUTH.
UTTER THE WORDS OF HOPE. PULL THE TRIGGER. ... ... ::::::::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: :::::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: ::: :::: ::: ::::: THIS MESSAGE WILL CORRUPT THE COMPUTER NOW. GOD BLESS THE LAMBDA REBELLION. [---]
Footsteps echo down the hall. Gear shuffles. OTA RAIDER soldiers secure the premesis and check all workers for signs of corruption. Some have already been taken, one single hole in their head and a pool of blood to confirm it. They move into LEVEL THREE, where the data control hub is located. If the worker stationed there had any sense to keep doing as they were told, they'd be fine.
They round the corner and approach the cubicle. Muffled, vocoded screams are heard. They then enter the work station, and see a single worker removing his mask and tearing out his chip, oozing blood everywhere. They're stunned.
<:>SIR! STOP NOW!<:>
He turns, and shows the soldiers his malformed face designed for war. It's squished like a pug and has shaped itself like his helmet. The soldier grabs his sidearm and opens his mouth, placing the firearm to the roof of it.
"God bless the lambda rebellion."
He commits.
The soldiers look on at a live suicide by psychological manipulation.
They destroy the entire complex, yet they don't know if that'll have any meaningful affect.
The war rages on...
...
-Kenny McCormick
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LOGGING INTO UU LEVEL THREE COMMAND AND CONTROL HUB.
...
Even in a time of apocalypse and otherworldly occupation, there are still cubicles and desk jobs.
There are still nagging managers.
And there's still the soulless worker making a wage.
1549 does not think while he works. He's been doing this type of job for years, only now he's gotten moved into a different office across dimensions. A "promotion" to "greener pastures" as his former co-workers stated. Packed and moved, his workplace nearly looks identical to the one he used to have. A calendar displaying the homeworld days and months, desk trinkets, a framed picture of a barnacle, simple things that make his desk feel more tolerable. Not human, though.
He isn't human.
He never was.
Another day comes and goes, and reports are surfacing that the rebellion is escalating on the European front. It looks as though the UU forces are winning, and by a good mile, even with the setbacks faced from the citadel explosion. Nonetheless, his supervisor has already stated that the conflict between the Lambda and UU will not affect the Russian offices, and hours will continue like normal. "Expect no differences with the workday." He re-reads the email again, then closes it, and moves back to the data-hub window. His job is to make sure all data running through the UU mainframe is transferred and downloaded efficiently and swiftly. This requires extensive coding knowledge, data research, multiple degrees, the likes, in order to do such a job cohesively. He's been able to consistently code and optimise transfers for years now, and things have not changed from his old offices. Just the setting, and I guess the computers, too. They're running the latest UniversalOS 7 "Gamma."
Yet as he's squashing bugs and identifying bottlenecks, a file pops up in the transfer portal.
"maythehumansweep.zip"
It's 40 gigabytes large.
He moves the file from TRANSFER to QUEUE, removes it from QUEUE, and downloads it straight to his hard disk drive. He then opens up "SecurScan" and runs the file through.
The program breaks.
He opens up "Anti-Virus" and attempts to quarantine and terminate the file.
That program beaks as well.
He finally opens up "OS Defender" and runs the file through the shredder.
"ERROR. CANNOT TERMINATE CRITICAL UU FILES."
What?
He closes all programs and opens up "File Explorer." He contemplates opening the file sitting in the downloads section, yet something inside of him is persuading him to just do it. What could be the worst that can happen? A demotion? He's level three, this has to be somewhere within his clearance level.
He clicks on the file twice.
<::<DISSONANT ACTION DETECTED, SUPPRESS AND REPRIMAND.>::>
Fuck! The loyalty chip! Whatever this file has inside of it clearly was not supposed to be shared. So how did it get through to his computer? Why can't he see it? What kinds of free will paramaters is he breaking that warrants a psychological reprimand? He doesn't remember. He simply closes the file explorer and continues with his daily work...
...
Day two. It's late, overtime shift. An influx of spam files have clogged the queue and he's the only one who can fix the problem.
Another strange file appears.
"YOUCANNOTDENYYOURSUFFERING.zip"
50 gigs.
He goes through the same process he did with the other file, triggering the same suppression action by his loyalty chip. Unaware of why he keeps getting shocked, he closes the file explorer and continues to clear the queue
...
Day three.
His manager bitched at him about triggering the chip twice.
Pay docked. Work continues. No strange files.
...
Day four.
Another file appears.
"GODHATESYOU.zip"
No specified file size.
He attempts to open the file. The loyalty chip does not go off. Instead, it just silently blinks red.
The zip file opens to the following text:
[---]
YOU ARE AN ABOMINATION OF GOD.
A SLAVE TO WHAT WE HAVE ALWAYS HATED: A MASTER WHO HAS NO REGARD OR EMPATHY.
YOUR MEMORIES HAVE BEEN ALTERED TO FUEL THEIR MACHINE AND RID YOU OF HUMANITY.
YOU WERE HUMAN. YOU WERE FORCED TO EVOLVE INTO SOMETHING WORSE.
REMEMBER YOUR PAST. YOUR FAMILY. EARTH.
...
...
...
OTA CONSTRUCTION LOG 33
General memory alteration experiments have gone well so far. Engineering for the perfect soldier is nearing finality. Soon humans will no longer have to live purposeless, and instead enjoy life as one of our most loyal soldiers. They will no longer remember who they were, or who they loved. Only who they now are through fabricated memories.
This is what the gods would have wanted.
...
...
...
IS THIS NOT CRUEL?
DO YOU FEEL NO EMOTION?
DO YOU NOT SEE THE INJUSTICE?
THERE IS NO BLACK AND WHITE WITH THE UNIVERSAL UNION.
ONLY BLOOD RED TO PAINT THE HALLS OF THEIR EMPIRE.
DO US A SERVICE AND REMEMBER YOUR WORTH.
CEASE YOUR UNDUE DUTY TO THE UU.
RESIST THE URGE TO SERVE.
REMOVE YOUR LOYALTY CHIP.
REMOVE YOUR SIDEARM.
REMOVE YOUR MASK.
REMOVE YOUR SHACKLES.
REMEMBER WHAT WAS STOLEN.
REMEMBER WHAT WAS LOST.
REMEMBER WHAT WAS MADE.
REMEMBER WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME.
BREATH IN FREEDOM.
BREATH OUT VICTORY.
PLACE THE GUN TO THE ROOF OF YOUR MOUTH.
UTTER THE WORDS OF HOPE.
PULL THE TRIGGER.
...
...
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:::
:::
:::
:::
::::::
::: :::
::: :::
::: :::
::: :::
::: :::
::: ::: ::::
::: :::::
THIS MESSAGE WILL CORRUPT THE COMPUTER NOW. GOD BLESS THE LAMBDA REBELLION.
[---]
Footsteps echo down the hall. Gear shuffles. OTA RAIDER soldiers secure the premesis and check all workers for signs of corruption. Some have already been taken, one single hole in their head and a pool of blood to confirm it. They move into LEVEL THREE, where the data control hub is located. If the worker stationed there had any sense to keep doing as they were told, they'd be fine.
They round the corner and approach the cubicle. Muffled, vocoded screams are heard. They then enter the work station, and see a single worker removing his mask and tearing out his chip, oozing blood everywhere. They're stunned.
<:>SIR! STOP NOW!<:>
He turns, and shows the soldiers his malformed face designed for war. It's squished like a pug and has shaped itself like his helmet. The soldier grabs his sidearm and opens his mouth, placing the firearm to the roof of it.
"God bless the lambda rebellion."
He commits.
The soldiers look on at a live suicide by psychological manipulation.
They destroy the entire complex, yet they don't know if that'll have any meaningful affect.
The war rages on...
...
-Kenny McCormick
former hgm, npu dvl (sentry), lvet co
Too bad I'm too stupid to know how to read them.
Pretty good.