The sky was a fog of dust, toxic to those who kept their humanity. Plains of this dead world not my own, had begun to swallow my body as I stared at the clouds. I don’t have much longer, in this limbo of dust turning white all I see. My ears bleed as I no longer hear. My body grew numb, if closed my eyes, I knew it would be my last.
Ironic, isn’t it? They said I would die alone in the middle of nowhere like a sissy bitch face. turns out they’re right karma’s a bitch and she sure wanted someone to smite in that bastard’s place. As the final bits of color fade, a part of me feels cheated, I was petty that way. It is only fitting for an agent, for we are trained in the cruelty of accepting our fate. I never believed in a god or miracles: so, neither did I believe in the lord of misfortune who supposedly accepted, even the cruelest of fates. Bullshit the lot of it. Nothing more than propaganda...
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In the empty plains of dust and dirt, a slim-framed scavenger wandered around looking for scrap to salvage in this broken world. Her golden locks blew as they draped out a frayed hood. The streets of the once bustling techno city bear dead and abandoned, dirt laying the ground everywhere as poisonous grasses grew. Ahead laid a hill clearing of dry lifeless dirt the span of a small cemetery. It’s Ironically southing for one who is still what was once considered a human.
Atop that hill a man’s no, a teenager’s body was draped atop it garbed in strange clothing at least to the scavenger. You don’t see people dress like that in these parts though you rarely see people here to begin with.
“Well fuck, at least I can use him to jerk off my frustrations if he isn’t dead already” The scavenger was pessimistic in a sense, after all, normal human men were rare to come by these days. Gloved hands reached towards the strap pouch pulling a few caped vials full of disinfectants, Tetris gel, and general medical nanobots.
“Well, this ought to do it,” the scavenger said to herself once more pulling back the hood with her free hand. A golden ponytail swayed in the wind as a fair, yet pale tone face laid bare to see behind a visor. The complexion of clear Asian descent is reminiscent of a female shinobi from the warring states period.
Applying the concoctions to a clear stab wound on the body’s back where blood leaked like cheap beer pissed out of a punctured can. It seemed clear to her that there was more to this scene. But fuck it, a dick’s a dick just hope she doesn’t have to castrate it out of a corpse. What’s there to lose? his pocket sure looks to have something worthwhile.
Swiftly, ok, not so gracefully she drags him to the edge of the dirt patch piling a pair of folding poles with cloth bound between them. It’s a stretcher, a collapsible stretcher. Next comes the tricky part, dragging him out of here. Letting the poor sap touch the ground was a terrible idea unless she wanted to poison him that is.
Opening the pouch once more now comes one metallically encased mini disk the thickness of a van’s rubber sole. It was weathered from use like a mercenary’s gun. This land truly was a harsh place. “Before I forget, a gas mask, he needs a gas mask”. A respirator was now strapped to his face as he was placed in the stretcher which began to float. Now nothing more than loot, the body was dragged behind the girl like a cart on a pack mule. She did ponder setting a tent to pleasure herself with him but stopped herself reasoning selling the boy would be worth more than keeping him as a sex slave.
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My mind felt foggy with darkness surrounding me. This must be death or at least twilight without the vampires. I surely have died nothing could have saved me. well except that goddess, but I highly doubt she could reach me where I was. She will cry over me I know and whoever oversees my afterlife will probably have to hand me over to her if only to shut her up.
Wait a minute, didn’t she place that beacon in my soul to babysit me that one time? I wonder if it’s still in there. ..... ok this is harder than I thought I am dead right!? ... oh.... I’m just dreaming *sigh*. I should wake up. As the light entered my eyes something quite peculiar came into view dangling above me were what seemed to be advanced android body parts. If the wires sticking out of the ends are anything to go by, they were clearly scavenged off some unfortunate machines. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they were mutilated limbs from some twisted butcher.
“Oh well, shit” a woman’s voice came to my ears it was then I noticed something in my ankle. looking down I find a blond woman tinkering with some sort of ankle bracelet, like the ones typical on house arrest convicts. By this point in my life, I can’t find it in me to care much. If I didn’t flinch when maggots were crawling all over me then why would I care to move now?
“So... how’s your day going?” a question best served to pass the time something to say casually on a whim. What an easy trick to abuse, a quick way to tell if someone’s tight-lipped; long since having become one of my standard default goading tactics for intel. However, I feel not asking about the ‘stuff’ is probably going to bite me back later. Suffice it to say this was an awkward moment, for her more than me surprisingly.
30 minutes later. Well shit, I don’t know what to do.
This long stare we’ve been on had broken a few minutes ago. Leading, the poor girl frantically apologized for not having the heart to sell me into slavery. I asked her if I received any messages on my pm, expecting to see a mission assignment. Imagine my surprise and utter inability to process when I saw none. Crazier still, my name was listed as dead on the roster when I pulled it up! I must be dreaming, no, hallucinating while high on the best dam crack ever!
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The sheer absurdity left only one thing to do slapping myself till I wake up for real. Hence now I have bruises on my face. This is ridiculous, impossible, a fairy tale fantasy I say. But how the hell am I supposed to deny what’s in front of me? Freedom at long last and I have no fucking clue what the bloody dam hell to do so naturally, I went with something stupid. The girl was now utterly stupefied and about to faint... no wait already fainted while standing.
Amid it all everything became a funny blur. I was definitely high on something and that was it for the next three hours. Stretchy wizards and cow furry stripers were all that I saw along with other weird hallucinations. like Artemis having sex with a giant like a succubus. Dam it boner, get down.
Like that karakuri doll Kato Danzo beautified through legend as an assassin rivaling the Hassashin. So, has she gone from non-idk to legendary epicenes? Well, that was what they said about the new Mata Hari android model anyway. so, I have no idea what the hell I’m saying, and are those sugar dilfs in flying Lamborghinis!?
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Luna’s journals
I was out a little further than most of my scavenging rounds, but I may have struck gold today—a human, I mean, an actual human man. Slavers would pay me a fortune. A New home, a new body for Erica—life is good!
2nd /February/ year 63 post fall, Signed, Luna Frisk
Ok, maybe the guy I found out in the city ruins was a tad~ too much to handle. Why can’t I bring myself to shoot hapless bunnies? *Sigh* strays, why can’t I ignore them like a ‘normal’ waste-lander? Now, shifting gears, I only have a few parts left to scavenge before Erica can get up and running again. Hope I’ll hear her soon: life’s too dull without her.
5th /February/ year 63 post fall, Signed, Luna Frisk.
It’s been a week, and since then I’ve sent him on errands and scavenging trips, though I found a few odd snags. Specifically, his weird refusal to approach anyone with their hair styled in twin tails and other strange quirks like checking his sex every morning like it could suddenly change. Sister, if you hear this up there, I will never understand what you saw in these people.
12th /February/ year 63 post fall, Signed, Luna Frisk.
Today is a special day, it marks my first step into a bigger house though I will miss it here in Auntie’s old place, but I’ll need more space for my workshop. Selling, upgrading, and fixing all those god-awful e-bikes has finally paid off. Besides, now I can focus on finishing repairs on Erica and this time I’ll be putting every core component in an inner case so next time something happens it won’t take more than a day to fix her. Maybe I’ll use some spare parts to make another Android.
21st /February/ year 63 post fall, Signed, Luna Frisk.
Today I laid witness to the most embarrassing thing in my life. A grown man sucking on his thumb rocking back and forth in a chair hurdled up in the fetal position. This happened all the while a plethora of children’s songs were playing on a speaker next to him. Did he set this up himself? I don’t know and I doubt I’ll ever want to. After a few hours, the weirdness subsided thankfully; but when I confronted him about it, he remembered nothing of the sort, not even a sign he was lying presented itself. He was genuinely sincere. Maybe I need some rest, yes, a good long sleep...
16th /September/ year 63 post fall, Signed, Luna Frisk
Today started in high spirits, after three blazing hot weeks of finding nothing but scrap metal, at this moment, finally, something worthwhile popped up! An entire car and I’m not talking about those crappy Apple drives no one has grabbed yet. This is a near-mint condition, nearly indestructible Toyota Corolla that can run on that cheap diesel they sell up in the border settlements. No more solar charging for days to reach the nearby ruins, no more broken traces to inevitably fix midway through, nothing! That guy just proved himself useful, for once in his life, best day ever! I almost thought taking him in was worth it.
5th/ June/ year 64 post fall. Signed Luna Frisk
. Today some asshat showed up for a commission, clean prim proper, and bossy as all bull-shot hell. Folks like that don’t leave the camps or new cities if they can help it. Guy “supposedly” liked old-world tech, so I showed him some salvaged IBM lab PCs, all well and good till I told him the price, 3500 caps each, oh, you should’ve seen the look on his face he asked if I was joking, to which I said no. who knew aristocrats could swear like that.
10th / August/ year 64 post fall. Signed Luna Frisk
Have you ever had those days you've been looking forward to for so long but somehow, it’s anticlimactic? Today was that day. Erica was back online and immediately after, she just went straight to bed, then complained about not getting her Jessica. She refused to leave the PC till I got her one. Dam it all!!! I labored for 2! Fucking years!! On a sleek gorgeous mechanical body, and she complains about not having her sex doll!!?? It died when her old body got wrecked by that sandstorm up north. Besides it was creepy, with half a head and a clunky BCI stuck on the stem. I was too tired by then, so I sent the idiot to fetch a de-crained from the surgeon of those weird cultist monks who like to put their brains in jars, the same place I got Jessica from. He’ll be back in two days, Though I probably shouldn’t have sent him on his own, unaltered humans were rare and useful; Surprising how many people miss real sex, it is more reliable than those rickety labs. Anyway, I just hope he stays out of trouble, I’d rather people don’t come to my door from the outpost; the monthly trips to the market are bad enough if I had to deal with those Roanapur gangsters walking over me like they own the place, id snap.
5th / October / year 64 post fall. Signed Luna Frisk
Where the hell is he? I sent him a week ago. Meh, he’s probably fine, his paranoid quirks will probably keep him’ safe anyway. On a lighter note, I managed to get Erica to leave the pc, though it took building another Android body. Luckily, I had a lot of those nekomimi parts leftover, the joint designs may be lazy heaps of Figma shit, but those medical-grade micro touch sensors are nothing to sneeze at. It may not have a silicon finish but it's light enough and has all the touch sensors under the fabric so now we can cuddle again, tonight will be wonderful.
12th / October / year 64 post fall. Signed Luna Frisk