Dwayna DragonFire
2014 Little Cup Champion
As a one-off closure story for this plot-line, myself and @Mr.RMA decided to fix the poor cyborg people (mostly due to the fact that I know others didn't want to touch upon it). This RP is not necessarily graphic, but... as a precaution, I will warn that there are mentions of lifeless husks, brain surgery and death. To some it may be bittersweet, but I consider what we did here to be a happy ending.
@Mr.RMA as Michael/Meical
@Dwayna DragonFire as Uriel/The Great Father
@Mr.RMA as Michael/Meical
@Dwayna DragonFire as Uriel/The Great Father
Mr.RMA: The thoughts of those lifeless husks of human bodies stuffed with technology had plagued Michael's conscience ever since that final showdown with Ray. He wanted to do something about that if he could, at least for the sake of the remaining Charms residents, but he wasn't sure just what to do... Unsure of where to turn, he figured the best person to discuss this with would be the most influential android on the planet, this Uriel Dwayna had mentioned before.
Dwayna: The lights shone on the giant form of Uriel as Michael approched his window underneath the ocean. "Ah... King Michael," greeted a voice from the speakers, as the large Android bowed his head to the human. "I do not believe we have met before... I am called the Great Father by my children and many others on this planet, but to close friends and the royal family, I am known as Uriel. How may I help you today?"
Mr.RMA: "It is an honor to finally meet you in person, Uriel, I only regret having not met you sooner," Michael replied with a bow of his own. "I came to you today to request your assistance concerning a recent issue within the Charmsian realm... I'm assuming you're already at least somewhat aware of what recently transpired there?"
Dwayna: "I have heard at least some of it," he replied at that. "A man made humans into cyborgs, Lady Dwayna brought an army to the Charmsian Realm, and you... I see that my son Edward has given of his old body again to repair a lost limb. I know not many more details, but I assume you have come to me for a reason? I know very little about the Charmsian Realm, as it tends to be quite chaotic and hard to predict..."
Mr.RMA: "Well, yes, I have... You see, those cyborgs remain in that Realm, lifeless, emotionless, without any sort of purpose... Their souls have likely already moved on, but... I am unsure of what we're supposed to do with the machines that have become of their bodies."
Dwayna: Uriel looked somewhat somber at that, before there was a certain look in his eyes... An Android seemed to press at a nearby panel, and suddenly the Great Father was bathed in light... said light seemed to appear in the room just in front of the window, and out of it materialized a much smaller Uriel, his eyes still glowing an ethereal white, but he was wearing an open labcoat and what looked to be a formal suit underneath. "There we are," he said, through his own mouth for once as he straighted out his tie. "Much better."
Mr.RMA: "Well now... no one ever mentioned you had a more compact form," he said with some bewilderment, nonetheless attempting to ward off the surprise as to not get distracted from the task at hand. "So... What do you believe we should do about this?"
Dwayna: "There are a few options," he replied at that, looking thoughtful as he put a hand under his chin. "As I find it abhorrent that one would mar the human body as such, I wouldn't want to take them over as such... once we find the control panels, I want to figure out if there is a way to release them without completely shutting things down. If not, I can try to use artificial wiring to replace what is missing, which is a delicate and risky procedure... if all else fails, I will regretably shut it all down."
Mr.RMA: "Well, in this mindset I'm not sure how much help I could be, but..." he reached into one of his pockets at that and pulled out a few sticks of that particularly strong incense that Dwayna had supplied him with before. "I have a suspicion I could very well find this elusive location in my... more intelligent mentality. At least, I hope so. Ray might have been diabolical, but, there's no way his base of operations can remain hidden forever."
Dwayna: "If you feel it necessary, but I will welcome the company either way," replied Uriel, mootioning for Michael to follow. They made their way to the Charmsian Realm, where Uriel looked around a bit. "Such an interesting place... I almost feel a bit disconnected, but I can still sense the presence of technological influence..."
Mr.RMA: "It is definitely a world of its own..." Michael murmured as he looked around the familiar place. Charms was pretty much a second home to him in most respects, having spent so much time there, along with his family taking up residence. It was about as influential on him now as his old home on Earth. Figuring he'd wait just a bit longer before letting Meical take over, he searched around for one of the cyborgs wandering about. "It should be fairly easy to spot them..."
Dwayna: Uriel closed his eyes and let his mind go to a whir, trying to find where the nearest signal was... but the myriad of signals in this world was confusing to say the least. "It appears I may require your assistance on this matter after all..." he mused to Michael, though he still looked somewhat worried... changing a person was never something he agreed with, regardless of how small.
Mr.RMA: "I understand... Kinda expected it. This crossroad is enough to confound the greatest of minds sometimes, especially when they're not regular visitors," he replied with a shrug, taking one of the incense sticks and holding it up to his nose, his pupils almost immediately dilating. "I will require one of these 'cyborgs'... These machines lack any magical input so, they must run on a power source, one I should be able to link to this base we are searching for."
Dwayna: The Great Father nodded, trying to filter out whatever was unnecessary for now... narrowing it down to a few choices, he felt a signal coming from nearby, so he followed it. One of said cyborgs was wandering about, terribly expressionless. Uriel attempted to clamp a hand on its shoulder, so he could bring it over to Michael.
Mr.RMA: The once-living human husk didn't resist at all as it was grabbed, continuing to stare forward into nothing with its dead, catatonic eyes. Meical walked up to it and observed it for a few moments before eventually noticing a slight glowing coming from the back of the cyborg's neck. Without much extra thought on the matter he simply took out a screwdriver from his pocket and jabbed it into the skin covering the glowing mark. Reaching in, he pulled out what appeared to be a disk-like device. "This is the source I believe...
Dwayna: Uriel flinched at the motion, but nonetheless took the disk-like device in his hands and looked it over. "If they have these attached to them, then they are aleready probably quite attached to the system... still, I will see what I can do about it." His eyes seemed to glow a bit brighter as he pressed his fingers to the device, unscrambling what needed to be unscrambled so he could find the true source of the link... Keeping it in hand, he made the line appear like a glow in his vision to help direct him on foot... "Well, let's see where this leads us, shall we?" he asked, before moving to follow his own form of clairvoyance.
Mr.RMA: "Convenient to have one of your abilities," Meical replied, likely the closest thing to a legit complement he could offer in this state as he followed after Uriel, looking back to see that the machine they had grabbed had slumped forward, drained of its power. It appeared that source was all that kept them going.
Dwayna: "It does not bode well nonetheless," he replied at that as he continued on, but made sure to memorize the location of the shut-down body. "If this sort of thing is integrated into all of the cyborgs, which is most likely, then there might not be a way to cut them off without shutting them down completely... It would please me for all of those people to have rest, but to press that button... it would be as good as taking their lives."
Mr.RMA: The signal led them to, interestingly enough, the charred remains of the Black Rose, where it was at its strongest. The direction from there appeared to be going directly downward, clearly implying some sort of underground lab. Meical eventually noticed a few tiles from the burnt restaurant still intact... apparently made of some more durable substance than the usual flooring.
Pressing one of the tiles, he noticed it sunk in slightly, squinting a little at this. "It's a combination of some kind..." he said, looking up to Uriel as if expecting him to take on something like this with far more ease than a human.
Dwayna: Uriel noted the patch of tiling, looking about and moving some of the wreckage aside with ease, dusting it off and tracing the edges... "Clever..." he mused, though it seemed to be regretably. He seemed thoughtful about it, knowing there were probably millions of combinations. At this, he decided to go through the most logical course of action... He looked to Michael. "You knew this person personally, yes? Any dates that strike you as particularly important?"
Mr.RMA: "Indeed, he was once considered my best friend, my only friend at that," he said, not at all appearing upset at this mention, of course, as to be expected as Meical. "I suppose two dates come to mind, June the 3rd 2013 is one of them... March the 4th 1994 is the other...
Dwayna: "Month, day year for the USA in many earthrealms, yes?" he asked, though he was already sure. That would mean the combination was either 3494 or 6313... The much earlier date was probably a birthday, the latter being something of significance. For a man so easily obsessed, it wouldn't surprise him if it were the latter... however, a more crafty person like him might do the more unexpected thing. He opted for 3494 first, to see the result.
Mr.RMA: This first attempt was a reasonable option indeed, but, nothing seemed to happen. "Apparently it isn't his date of birth... As self-centered as he could get, perhaps that was a bit too predictable."
Dwayna: Uriel nodded at that, and tried the second combination as well, 6313. If this didn't work, he already had a theory as to what to try next...
Mr.RMA: It seemed unfortunately that even this more likely date didn't work out. "Hmm... and yet I'm certain that day stuck with him..."
Dwayna: "Then I may know what to try in that case," he said, though he sounded a bit somber at it... of course, someone so crafty would pick something so unlikely and yet personal at the same time. His feet tapped 8, 24, 94.
Mr.RMA: It was very very subtle, but there was a slight flinching expression in Meical's face at this, especially when the combination suddenly opened up a chute right beside the tiles. "So then... even after so many years, he /hadn't/ forgotten..."
Dwayna: Uriel placed a gentle hand on Michael's shoulder, ever the guiding and sympathetic father figure. "I am sorry for that, but it was the logical progession... and it seems it paid off. Let us not dwell on the past when there is work to do." He sat himself at the edge of the chute, and slid on down to whatever laid beneath...
Mr.RMA: "It means nothing beyond numbers to me like this," he said firmly, nodding as he followed Uriel down the chute. Thankfully it was a gradually sloped slide down to the entrance to what was, rather unexpectedly, a massive labyrinth-like secret base that seemed to stretch out in all directions from where they were, apparently the heart of the whole thing. "With a construct like this, the cyborgs could be easily transported anywhere within this region of Charms."
Dwayna: The Great Father marvelled at the design, but remembered that such a place was being used for nefarious purposes. He looked to the disk in his hands again, continuing to follow the string of information it gave him. There had to be a control panel somewhere...
Mr.RMA: Meical made his way over to a large keyboard that laid in front of a massive monitor, apparently in sleep mode, though once he turned it on, it appeared to have a DOS-style interface, likely to scare off anyone who somehow managed to get this far. However, the technology was very quick to decipher for someone who knew coding like Meical did, and after some quick toying around, he merely gave a light nod. "Apparently this device is all it takes to manipulate the mindsets of these machines in any way desired. It was apparently directly linked to Ray until his demise, which explains why they all simply went dormant afterwards."
Dwayna: "So... what does that mean for me..." Uriel mused, seeming to think that information over. "As I said, I do not simply want to take them over... I do not wish to be a 'Master', merely a 'Father'... Should I undetake lengthy processes to remake what is missing so that they have a semblance of free will again, or do I simply release them of this restraint for good?"
Mr.RMA: "Well, I believe with the proper commands, I can send out a signal that releases them from the absolute control... Their brains would likely be completely wiped out beyond simple motor skills... They'll have the intelligence of a newborn baby. That's the best I can do, if you wish to give them a newer, more independent existence."
Dwayna: "There would be nothing we could do to remedy that, though... no matter how much we taught them, they would still remain less than functional." He sighed frustratedly at this, seeming to cover his face. "Remove the brains and I have empty bodies to program, but nothing will give them back their souls... Is it really better just to end their lives, though?"
Mr.RMA: "I understand the belief of souls is far more feasible in this realm with magic and such... In that case, I must say it is more than likely the human souls have all but left these bodies upon their transformations into these things," he murmured in thought. "The brains remain in order to create truly human motor functions to their fullest capabilities, as well as communicate and offer a human appearance in both movement and to a lesser extent behavior."
Dwayna: Uriel seemed to take a deep breath at that, putting things more into thought. "Right... but to have them just walk around as empty shells or as 'children' would not only be bad, but to think of these peoples families..." He sighed again. "Do you think... It would be possible for them to become more than what they are again, if I tried to repair them?"
Mr.RMA: He seemed to pause to think about this for a bit longer. "I suppose, aside from some technical differences, and of course the fleshy exterior, these people are not too far off from my ARMA units. In that case, it shouldn't be too difficult to give them greater sentience with the proper reparations and coding."
Dwayna: He noticibly brightened at that, clapping his hands together excitedly. "Wonderful! I would much rather take the risk than completely obliterate them altogether. I brought some equipment with me..." He seemed to press something on his suit, and a suitcase appeared. "If you call them here, I could start trying to repair them... there will likely be losses along the way, but if you could help me in my work as well, then that chance might lessen."
Mr.RMA: "Well now, robotics /are/ my specialty, if the very existence of Mr.RMA is any indicator. I believe I can indeed assist you in this endeavor," he replied with a nod. "I shall just send out the summon command then," he said, quickly typing out a few things on the keyboard and inputting the command. Within moments, the cyborgs began to file their way in.
Dwayna: Uriel directed each one to lay on some nearby tables and set to work immediately. He opened the sutcase, showing several wires and chips as well as tools, as if it had some magical sort of storage space. He reached for what he needed and went to work on the surgery, trying to reinstall whatever was missing in each of the bodies so they would run properly again.. if he failed, they would die, but it was a necessary risk...
Mr.RMA: Meical managed to offer some helpful input when the need arose, assisting in preventing a number of potential failures, though some deaths still eventually came about. Those bodies could at least be properly returned to the families as consolation...
Dwayna: The Great Father worked tirelessly, giving a quick prayer over the failures before making sure to remove their control chips... Eventually, he finished up on the last cyborg, sighing with relief that the majority of them survived the process... each of the new models also had a Draconic Pearl helping to keep what was left of their brains from decaying. Now it was just a matter of cutting off the controls, seeing how each body would handle that, and letting them become their own people again.
Mr.RMA: As the time came, Meical proceeded to type in the final command to override the controls permanently, freeing them all from their digital puppet strings. They all seemed to react to this immediately, seeming rather helpless as they had to quickly relearn everything about reality. "...I recommend we bring them either back with us or at least somewhere else... The families would likely not be so inclined to run into them, knowing they're not the people they love."
Dwayna: Uriel still seemed sad at this, but nonetheless nodded. “Their families should at least be informed that they are 'dead'... in any case, we can bring them back with us. The magical influence of the Draconic Pearl will meld better with Terrater anyways.” He closed his suitcase, but looked thoughtful before clearing his throat. “Hello... I am your Father,” he said as he looked to the crowd before him, seeming to take on the very role that others had called him for so long. “I would like you all to come home with me.”
Mr.RMA: They all seemed to take a moment to let this statement properly translate, before eventually, some of them started to steadily walk towards Uriel, some repeating "father..." in reply. All the while, Meical seemed to focus on the lab itself for a moment more. "I do believe it would be most practical if I took over this establishment from now on... I wouldn't wish for just anyone to stumble upon this place and claim it as their own."
Dwayna: "You're more than welcome to have it, should you return to Charms," he replied at that. "But I believe the Lady Dwayna will wish for you to be home. She understandably worries for you, since this world is disconnected from our Fates." With that said, he motioned to the group of cyborgs. "Come, my children... I shall teach you the ways of things..." He started making his way up to the surface through whichever ladder was most convenient, and lead them all towards the portal.
Mr.RMA: "Indeed..." he murmured, glancing about the area for a bit before Michael gradually slipped back into control. "Still, this could definitely be a useful place for whenever I stop by to visit," he said, the thought apparently easily transferring from one mentality to the other before he went to follow the rest to the portal.
Dwayna: The lights shone on the giant form of Uriel as Michael approched his window underneath the ocean. "Ah... King Michael," greeted a voice from the speakers, as the large Android bowed his head to the human. "I do not believe we have met before... I am called the Great Father by my children and many others on this planet, but to close friends and the royal family, I am known as Uriel. How may I help you today?"
Mr.RMA: "It is an honor to finally meet you in person, Uriel, I only regret having not met you sooner," Michael replied with a bow of his own. "I came to you today to request your assistance concerning a recent issue within the Charmsian realm... I'm assuming you're already at least somewhat aware of what recently transpired there?"
Dwayna: "I have heard at least some of it," he replied at that. "A man made humans into cyborgs, Lady Dwayna brought an army to the Charmsian Realm, and you... I see that my son Edward has given of his old body again to repair a lost limb. I know not many more details, but I assume you have come to me for a reason? I know very little about the Charmsian Realm, as it tends to be quite chaotic and hard to predict..."
Mr.RMA: "Well, yes, I have... You see, those cyborgs remain in that Realm, lifeless, emotionless, without any sort of purpose... Their souls have likely already moved on, but... I am unsure of what we're supposed to do with the machines that have become of their bodies."
Dwayna: Uriel looked somewhat somber at that, before there was a certain look in his eyes... An Android seemed to press at a nearby panel, and suddenly the Great Father was bathed in light... said light seemed to appear in the room just in front of the window, and out of it materialized a much smaller Uriel, his eyes still glowing an ethereal white, but he was wearing an open labcoat and what looked to be a formal suit underneath. "There we are," he said, through his own mouth for once as he straighted out his tie. "Much better."
Mr.RMA: "Well now... no one ever mentioned you had a more compact form," he said with some bewilderment, nonetheless attempting to ward off the surprise as to not get distracted from the task at hand. "So... What do you believe we should do about this?"
Dwayna: "There are a few options," he replied at that, looking thoughtful as he put a hand under his chin. "As I find it abhorrent that one would mar the human body as such, I wouldn't want to take them over as such... once we find the control panels, I want to figure out if there is a way to release them without completely shutting things down. If not, I can try to use artificial wiring to replace what is missing, which is a delicate and risky procedure... if all else fails, I will regretably shut it all down."
Mr.RMA: "Well, in this mindset I'm not sure how much help I could be, but..." he reached into one of his pockets at that and pulled out a few sticks of that particularly strong incense that Dwayna had supplied him with before. "I have a suspicion I could very well find this elusive location in my... more intelligent mentality. At least, I hope so. Ray might have been diabolical, but, there's no way his base of operations can remain hidden forever."
Dwayna: "If you feel it necessary, but I will welcome the company either way," replied Uriel, mootioning for Michael to follow. They made their way to the Charmsian Realm, where Uriel looked around a bit. "Such an interesting place... I almost feel a bit disconnected, but I can still sense the presence of technological influence..."
Mr.RMA: "It is definitely a world of its own..." Michael murmured as he looked around the familiar place. Charms was pretty much a second home to him in most respects, having spent so much time there, along with his family taking up residence. It was about as influential on him now as his old home on Earth. Figuring he'd wait just a bit longer before letting Meical take over, he searched around for one of the cyborgs wandering about. "It should be fairly easy to spot them..."
Dwayna: Uriel closed his eyes and let his mind go to a whir, trying to find where the nearest signal was... but the myriad of signals in this world was confusing to say the least. "It appears I may require your assistance on this matter after all..." he mused to Michael, though he still looked somewhat worried... changing a person was never something he agreed with, regardless of how small.
Mr.RMA: "I understand... Kinda expected it. This crossroad is enough to confound the greatest of minds sometimes, especially when they're not regular visitors," he replied with a shrug, taking one of the incense sticks and holding it up to his nose, his pupils almost immediately dilating. "I will require one of these 'cyborgs'... These machines lack any magical input so, they must run on a power source, one I should be able to link to this base we are searching for."
Dwayna: The Great Father nodded, trying to filter out whatever was unnecessary for now... narrowing it down to a few choices, he felt a signal coming from nearby, so he followed it. One of said cyborgs was wandering about, terribly expressionless. Uriel attempted to clamp a hand on its shoulder, so he could bring it over to Michael.
Mr.RMA: The once-living human husk didn't resist at all as it was grabbed, continuing to stare forward into nothing with its dead, catatonic eyes. Meical walked up to it and observed it for a few moments before eventually noticing a slight glowing coming from the back of the cyborg's neck. Without much extra thought on the matter he simply took out a screwdriver from his pocket and jabbed it into the skin covering the glowing mark. Reaching in, he pulled out what appeared to be a disk-like device. "This is the source I believe...
Dwayna: Uriel flinched at the motion, but nonetheless took the disk-like device in his hands and looked it over. "If they have these attached to them, then they are aleready probably quite attached to the system... still, I will see what I can do about it." His eyes seemed to glow a bit brighter as he pressed his fingers to the device, unscrambling what needed to be unscrambled so he could find the true source of the link... Keeping it in hand, he made the line appear like a glow in his vision to help direct him on foot... "Well, let's see where this leads us, shall we?" he asked, before moving to follow his own form of clairvoyance.
Mr.RMA: "Convenient to have one of your abilities," Meical replied, likely the closest thing to a legit complement he could offer in this state as he followed after Uriel, looking back to see that the machine they had grabbed had slumped forward, drained of its power. It appeared that source was all that kept them going.
Dwayna: "It does not bode well nonetheless," he replied at that as he continued on, but made sure to memorize the location of the shut-down body. "If this sort of thing is integrated into all of the cyborgs, which is most likely, then there might not be a way to cut them off without shutting them down completely... It would please me for all of those people to have rest, but to press that button... it would be as good as taking their lives."
Mr.RMA: The signal led them to, interestingly enough, the charred remains of the Black Rose, where it was at its strongest. The direction from there appeared to be going directly downward, clearly implying some sort of underground lab. Meical eventually noticed a few tiles from the burnt restaurant still intact... apparently made of some more durable substance than the usual flooring.
Pressing one of the tiles, he noticed it sunk in slightly, squinting a little at this. "It's a combination of some kind..." he said, looking up to Uriel as if expecting him to take on something like this with far more ease than a human.
Dwayna: Uriel noted the patch of tiling, looking about and moving some of the wreckage aside with ease, dusting it off and tracing the edges... "Clever..." he mused, though it seemed to be regretably. He seemed thoughtful about it, knowing there were probably millions of combinations. At this, he decided to go through the most logical course of action... He looked to Michael. "You knew this person personally, yes? Any dates that strike you as particularly important?"
Mr.RMA: "Indeed, he was once considered my best friend, my only friend at that," he said, not at all appearing upset at this mention, of course, as to be expected as Meical. "I suppose two dates come to mind, June the 3rd 2013 is one of them... March the 4th 1994 is the other...
Dwayna: "Month, day year for the USA in many earthrealms, yes?" he asked, though he was already sure. That would mean the combination was either 3494 or 6313... The much earlier date was probably a birthday, the latter being something of significance. For a man so easily obsessed, it wouldn't surprise him if it were the latter... however, a more crafty person like him might do the more unexpected thing. He opted for 3494 first, to see the result.
Mr.RMA: This first attempt was a reasonable option indeed, but, nothing seemed to happen. "Apparently it isn't his date of birth... As self-centered as he could get, perhaps that was a bit too predictable."
Dwayna: Uriel nodded at that, and tried the second combination as well, 6313. If this didn't work, he already had a theory as to what to try next...
Mr.RMA: It seemed unfortunately that even this more likely date didn't work out. "Hmm... and yet I'm certain that day stuck with him..."
Dwayna: "Then I may know what to try in that case," he said, though he sounded a bit somber at it... of course, someone so crafty would pick something so unlikely and yet personal at the same time. His feet tapped 8, 24, 94.
Mr.RMA: It was very very subtle, but there was a slight flinching expression in Meical's face at this, especially when the combination suddenly opened up a chute right beside the tiles. "So then... even after so many years, he /hadn't/ forgotten..."
Dwayna: Uriel placed a gentle hand on Michael's shoulder, ever the guiding and sympathetic father figure. "I am sorry for that, but it was the logical progession... and it seems it paid off. Let us not dwell on the past when there is work to do." He sat himself at the edge of the chute, and slid on down to whatever laid beneath...
Mr.RMA: "It means nothing beyond numbers to me like this," he said firmly, nodding as he followed Uriel down the chute. Thankfully it was a gradually sloped slide down to the entrance to what was, rather unexpectedly, a massive labyrinth-like secret base that seemed to stretch out in all directions from where they were, apparently the heart of the whole thing. "With a construct like this, the cyborgs could be easily transported anywhere within this region of Charms."
Dwayna: The Great Father marvelled at the design, but remembered that such a place was being used for nefarious purposes. He looked to the disk in his hands again, continuing to follow the string of information it gave him. There had to be a control panel somewhere...
Mr.RMA: Meical made his way over to a large keyboard that laid in front of a massive monitor, apparently in sleep mode, though once he turned it on, it appeared to have a DOS-style interface, likely to scare off anyone who somehow managed to get this far. However, the technology was very quick to decipher for someone who knew coding like Meical did, and after some quick toying around, he merely gave a light nod. "Apparently this device is all it takes to manipulate the mindsets of these machines in any way desired. It was apparently directly linked to Ray until his demise, which explains why they all simply went dormant afterwards."
Dwayna: "So... what does that mean for me..." Uriel mused, seeming to think that information over. "As I said, I do not simply want to take them over... I do not wish to be a 'Master', merely a 'Father'... Should I undetake lengthy processes to remake what is missing so that they have a semblance of free will again, or do I simply release them of this restraint for good?"
Mr.RMA: "Well, I believe with the proper commands, I can send out a signal that releases them from the absolute control... Their brains would likely be completely wiped out beyond simple motor skills... They'll have the intelligence of a newborn baby. That's the best I can do, if you wish to give them a newer, more independent existence."
Dwayna: "There would be nothing we could do to remedy that, though... no matter how much we taught them, they would still remain less than functional." He sighed frustratedly at this, seeming to cover his face. "Remove the brains and I have empty bodies to program, but nothing will give them back their souls... Is it really better just to end their lives, though?"
Mr.RMA: "I understand the belief of souls is far more feasible in this realm with magic and such... In that case, I must say it is more than likely the human souls have all but left these bodies upon their transformations into these things," he murmured in thought. "The brains remain in order to create truly human motor functions to their fullest capabilities, as well as communicate and offer a human appearance in both movement and to a lesser extent behavior."
Dwayna: Uriel seemed to take a deep breath at that, putting things more into thought. "Right... but to have them just walk around as empty shells or as 'children' would not only be bad, but to think of these peoples families..." He sighed again. "Do you think... It would be possible for them to become more than what they are again, if I tried to repair them?"
Mr.RMA: He seemed to pause to think about this for a bit longer. "I suppose, aside from some technical differences, and of course the fleshy exterior, these people are not too far off from my ARMA units. In that case, it shouldn't be too difficult to give them greater sentience with the proper reparations and coding."
Dwayna: He noticibly brightened at that, clapping his hands together excitedly. "Wonderful! I would much rather take the risk than completely obliterate them altogether. I brought some equipment with me..." He seemed to press something on his suit, and a suitcase appeared. "If you call them here, I could start trying to repair them... there will likely be losses along the way, but if you could help me in my work as well, then that chance might lessen."
Mr.RMA: "Well now, robotics /are/ my specialty, if the very existence of Mr.RMA is any indicator. I believe I can indeed assist you in this endeavor," he replied with a nod. "I shall just send out the summon command then," he said, quickly typing out a few things on the keyboard and inputting the command. Within moments, the cyborgs began to file their way in.
Dwayna: Uriel directed each one to lay on some nearby tables and set to work immediately. He opened the sutcase, showing several wires and chips as well as tools, as if it had some magical sort of storage space. He reached for what he needed and went to work on the surgery, trying to reinstall whatever was missing in each of the bodies so they would run properly again.. if he failed, they would die, but it was a necessary risk...
Mr.RMA: Meical managed to offer some helpful input when the need arose, assisting in preventing a number of potential failures, though some deaths still eventually came about. Those bodies could at least be properly returned to the families as consolation...
Dwayna: The Great Father worked tirelessly, giving a quick prayer over the failures before making sure to remove their control chips... Eventually, he finished up on the last cyborg, sighing with relief that the majority of them survived the process... each of the new models also had a Draconic Pearl helping to keep what was left of their brains from decaying. Now it was just a matter of cutting off the controls, seeing how each body would handle that, and letting them become their own people again.
Mr.RMA: As the time came, Meical proceeded to type in the final command to override the controls permanently, freeing them all from their digital puppet strings. They all seemed to react to this immediately, seeming rather helpless as they had to quickly relearn everything about reality. "...I recommend we bring them either back with us or at least somewhere else... The families would likely not be so inclined to run into them, knowing they're not the people they love."
Dwayna: Uriel still seemed sad at this, but nonetheless nodded. “Their families should at least be informed that they are 'dead'... in any case, we can bring them back with us. The magical influence of the Draconic Pearl will meld better with Terrater anyways.” He closed his suitcase, but looked thoughtful before clearing his throat. “Hello... I am your Father,” he said as he looked to the crowd before him, seeming to take on the very role that others had called him for so long. “I would like you all to come home with me.”
Mr.RMA: They all seemed to take a moment to let this statement properly translate, before eventually, some of them started to steadily walk towards Uriel, some repeating "father..." in reply. All the while, Meical seemed to focus on the lab itself for a moment more. "I do believe it would be most practical if I took over this establishment from now on... I wouldn't wish for just anyone to stumble upon this place and claim it as their own."
Dwayna: "You're more than welcome to have it, should you return to Charms," he replied at that. "But I believe the Lady Dwayna will wish for you to be home. She understandably worries for you, since this world is disconnected from our Fates." With that said, he motioned to the group of cyborgs. "Come, my children... I shall teach you the ways of things..." He started making his way up to the surface through whichever ladder was most convenient, and lead them all towards the portal.
Mr.RMA: "Indeed..." he murmured, glancing about the area for a bit before Michael gradually slipped back into control. "Still, this could definitely be a useful place for whenever I stop by to visit," he said, the thought apparently easily transferring from one mentality to the other before he went to follow the rest to the portal.
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