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Complete where it all begins

Discussion in 'Pandopolis City' started by Odi, Oct 18, 2018.

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    September 8 Y108. @C.A. Rotwang

    "Hello-- Hel-- Hello-- Would you h-help-- Apri--"

    It had been a long time since Odi had felt like this. As a matter of fact, Odi had never felt like this before. He remembered everything prior to the moment he had become conscious, and he remembered the sense of nothing that he had felt simply for the fact that he was a synth not meant to feel things at all. That was why the idea of feeling things like human feelings had been such a strange and confusing sensation when it had begun. But the last time he had been broken? The last time he had been so broken, he hadn't been conscious. He hadn't been able to feel a sense of brokenness, he had simply existed in that state as an object.

    That wasn't the case anymore. He was conscious, he had emotions, and he felt so incredibly wrong. With the vivid green of his right eye spilling into the whites where it should not have been, with the way his left arm was bent in a direction it shouldn't have been, with the way his legs wouldn't let him walk right and instead had him hobbling at an extraordinarily slow pace down the street, Odi had never felt so broken in his entire life.

    Emotions didn't make him broken. That was what Jim had said. This was being broken.

    Every so often, Odi would attempt to make eye contact with somebody as his form wobbled its way down the street, but they would generally take one look at him and hurry off in the other direction. What had happened to him? He had asked for help, asked for help from the wrong people. People who had taken advantage of how extraordinarily and foolishly trusting a synth Odi was. They had said they would take him to Jim. They had said that they would help him. But there had been no Jim, only Odi in a heap on the ground, leaking blue fluid from his nose. His joints were stuck and he couldn't get the word 'apricot' out of his head.

    "Apri-- Apricot-- George's favorite--"

    Odi's vision, blurred now in his right eye, honed in on a white-haired man and he hobbled toward him. "Hello. Do you-- Do-- Do you know George? Hello."

     
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  2. C.A. Rotwang

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    Rotwang had been working at TroYA X for a couple days now, due to some serious convincing on the owner of the company’s end. The boss was a master of persuasion, seeking him out directly and coming up with every pro that outweighed the cons, ultimately leading to his official enrollment as one of their engineers. While he still despised leaving the house at a set time and having to take several buses to work and back, Rotwang begrudgingly understood that his superior was right with all the points that he’d made. Rocket Town might have been the most comfortable place for him to live, but few would ever trek there with the intention of doing business with him. On the other hand, TroYA was willing to offer him plenty of cash to spend on personal projects, and he was desperate for the money as well as distractions at home.

    He had just finished his third day of work and was heading towards the bus stop when he thought he’d noticed an odd sounding voice in the distance. From what he could tell it was getting slightly louder with every second that passed, which surely meant that whatever was speaking was approaching him. Rotwang stopped in his tracks and attempted to listen in on the stranger. The words they spoke sounded a bit garbled, like the stuttering of a radio with bad reception.

    Minutes later and the voice had become clearer, though Rotwang was still unable to figure out what it was saying. Was that ‘apricot’ he’d just heard? He shook his head slightly and glanced to his right. What he saw was a young man, and he looked terribly wrong. He had a bad limp and his arm looked as if it had been broken in the worst possible way. Perhaps what had captured the inventor’s attention most, however, was the blue leakage pouring from his nostrils, which was most noticeable once the injured man was merely inches away from where he stood. Rotwang was sure of one thing: if that was blood, it was certainly not of a human's.

    He furrowed his brows curiously at the damaged humanoid as he greeted him in a quite unusual manner, what with his punctuating both ends of a statement with a ‘hello’ and making mention of someone he was sure he’d never heard of. “What is that? An apricot? Who is George?” he mused aloud, pausing briefly to try and make sense of what he dealing with before going on to the biggest question. “You are not human, are you?”

     
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    The fact that he wasn't human would have been rather obvious, what with the way he shuffled about in a manner that may have struck somebody has almost being mechanical. Really, the only thing that was human about him in that moment was the fact that he looked the part, and with those vivid green eyes, one of which had already started leaking into the whites, and with the way his arm bent in an unnatural way, even that was rather questionable. The substance leaking from his nose wasn't even the same color as a human's blood but rather the thick blue liquid of a synth.

    This white-haired man, though, caught on quite easily and Odi shuffled to a halt in front of him. "I am afraid not. I am a dated carer model synth previously assigned to Dr. George Millican. Do-- Do you-- Hello." Odi paused, staring at the white-haired man as though patiently awaiting a response before opening his shaking lips once more to speak. "G-- George enjoys apri-- apricot jam. It was his wife's favorite. Do you-- Do-- Do you enjoy apricot jam?"

    Awareness was perhaps the worst part of all of this. The last time he had been broken like this, Odi had not been a conscious synth, he had not been capable of feeling lost or confused or afraid. Odi felt lost and confused and afraid now, beneath the surface. On top of it all, it was as though a part of him had forgotten that George was no longer with the living.

     
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    It seemed that his suspicions were correct and that the strange man was not at all human but rather a being which he had referred to as a synth. Rotwang had never heard of such a thing before, but he could imagine that it was something from the other’s world that might be likened to his own Machine-Man that he’d built back in Metropolis. While there were a couple obvious differences, the basic idea was still there and so, he thought, was the technology.

    “You are artificially developed, yes?” he asked, just to squash whatever potential doubts he could have that he was indeed dealing with a robot. “An inorganic machine?” He paused at the next mention of the person called George, who apparently was some sort of doctor. Whoever he was, he sounded as if he was of great importance to the robotic boy. “George Millican…” The inventor scrunched up his face, thinking out loud. ”He is the man who created you, isn’t he?”

    Though he was certain that he had guessed correctly, it didn’t seem as if there was going to be a clear answer any time soon. The synth had begun to stutter once more and he’d returned to the subject of apricot jam. “Ach, you are terribly damaged!” the inventor remarked, knowing there was no other explanation for his odd behavior. The boy was undeniably broken inside and out and without a bit of fixing, there wasn’t a chance of finding out any details about him or his creator.

    Fortunately, Rotwang was a skilled engineer and carrying out repairs on an android was right up his alley. All he needed to do was to bring him to his laboratory in Rocket Town and take a good look at his inner workings. Just as this idea came to mind, the bus drove up to their location as if right on cue. The driver gave them both an odd look as the doors opened. “Your son okay?” she asked suspiciously.

    Instead of bothering to argue that Odi wasn’t his son, Rotwang ignored her and turned to the synth, making a gesture towards the bus with his mechanical hand. “You will come with me, yes? To my laboratory? Whatever ails you can be mended, I assure you!”

     
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    "G-- George was my Primary User. George is …" He trailed off for a moment, his vivid green eyes drifted away as though he were slowly realizing something, as though a lost memory were returning to him once more. No memory was lost, though, when you were a synth. Memories remained forever, but awake as he was now, he saw them in a different life. He saw them and he felt them like a human might feel something happy or something sad, and in the case of George Millican, he thought it was very sad. When he had died, Odi had knelt over him and he had felt nothing. But now, he felt so much.

    Before he could say anything further, though, the man was focusing on the fact that he was broken. "Yes, I believe that I am," Odi murmured in response, the brows atop his eyes shifting just a little bit as though he were trying to wrinkle them, though the change was small as could be.

    As a bus conveniently pulled up to their location, Odi shifted his gaze toward the driver just as the door opened. Lips twitching at the corners to a faint smile, the synth misunderstood the question entirely. "He is-- He is not my son. Thankyou very much for your conc--" The voice of the man at his side cut in and Odi turned to meet his gaze. Would he go with him? Jim would have told him not to, but Odi didn't know where Jim was. Odi didn't know if he was still alive or if he had suffered the same fate that George had. That was a sad thought, too. Odi liked Jim quite a lot. Even then, though, Odi alone had a naive sort of kindness and saw the best in others before he saw any bad. In fact, it was arguable whether he saw any bad at all.

    "Yes, o-- of course." And so, Odi shuffled his way toward the bus, ascending the steps at a pace that was likely agonizingly slow for anybody behind him because his leg didn't want to bend enough for him to get up into the bus with ease. Eventually, though, he made it, taking a seat near the front and scooting over toward the window so that the man behind him had room to sit as well. "Is th-- Is there anything that I can do for you?" he asked him, and it was pure instinct for him to ask, he thought.
    DATE❜  september 8
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    “A Primary User?” Rotwang echoed, furrowing his brows at the expression. It sounded as if this George person may have not been the robotic boy’s creator but rather an ordinary citizen from the world he’d come from. He was most certain that the android would have used a more specific phrase for the man if he was indeed the one who'd built him. Perhaps, in simpler terms, he’d meant that Dr. Millican was his best friend or someone who was often present during the span of his artificial life. Just to be sure that his theory was correct, Rotwang offered up another question. “And what is the task that a Primary User carries out?”

    It seemed that the bus driver’s query had caught the synth’s attention first, however. Rotwang looked a bit embarrassed as it was answered on his behalf, and in such a way that the woman could have easily thought what she was looking at was some kind of a comedy routine in action. Fortunately for them, the driver had a sense of humor and she allowed them to enter without an argument. “Get on aboard,” she said with a chuckle, rolling her eyes when she was positive that they couldn’t see. Pandora was full of weirdos and she’d become pretty accustomed to them by now.

    Rotwang followed Odi towards his seat of choice, though he was quite disappointed that it was a little too close to the front for his comfort. Still, he wanted to avoid causing any more of a scene so he sat down beside him, albeit somewhat reluctantly. A girl about the age of ten eyed them curiously, but she was pulled away by a cautious parent once the bus took off for Rocket Town.

    The inventor gave a sigh at Odi’s polite inquiry. “No, no,” he responded in a slightly lower decibel than the synth had used as if he was trying to suggest that he might want to speak quietly himself. “In fact you shall do nothing at all. You are broken enough as it is!” There was a short pause before he added, “though perhaps you will explain to me where it is you have come from and the reason why you have been built.”

     
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    It wasn't the first time that he had met somebody unfamiliar with the workings of a synth and Odi had always been very happy to inform. This was, however, the first time that he had met somebody with some knowledge of synths was otherwise quite unaware of how they worked. Odi was learning why that was, though, and although it was something of a belated realization due to how knew he was to life in general and how long it had taken him to truly understand the puzzle that was his newfound emotions, it was all coming to him just a little bit easier. Pandora was a place of mixed culture in every way possible, and so the idea that synths existed somewhere else, such as in this white-haired man's world, but for reasons and purposes entirely different than his own, was far from unheard of.

    Odi found his eyes fixed upon the little girl who stopped to watch them, his vivid green eyes shining a bit in the light that came through the window just opposite of them. He smiled a slow shaky smile that he willed to be friendly. It probably looked more alarming and creepy than anything else, and as the little girl was pulled away, the synth's expression slipped away, feeling as though he may have done something terribly wrong.

    Dragging his gaze slowly back to the white-haired man once more. "I would be happy to inform you. My name-- My name is Odi. I am a carer model synthetic assigned to Dr. George-- G-- George-- Dr. George Millican. Prior to his-- to his death, George lived in the London borough of Kilburn."
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    Rotwang shot a glare towards the little girl right before she was pulled away, as if to strongly advise her not to come any closer even if her parent was going to give in and allow it. The warning proved to be effective as the child quickly returned to her seat and didn’t bother to take a peek behind it again for the rest of the ride home. Anyone who listened in carefully would have been able to hear the ten year old whisper to her mother urgently, “There’s a mean man!”

    The inventor, of course, had heard the exchange between the parent and child but he was so preoccupied in conversing with Odi that he didn’t give it much of a thought. It turned out the broken synth had plenty to say. He’d divulged his name, his purpose and information about George Millican in just less than a minute. “Odi…” It was a bit human-sounding for a robot, but was perfectly sensible to him. Rotwang’s own robotic creation was originally meant to be called after his dead lover, so bestowing a synthetic with a person’s name wasn’t too unusual of a concept for him to grasp.

    “And you are a carer model, yes?” he continued, furrowing his brows curiously. “Is that not dissimilar to a nurse? Or a caregiver?” The way Odi had described that his charge was no longer alive made him wonder if that was the case. He also couldn’t help but notice that there was a sadness about the synth as he spoke of the person who was formerly in his care. It sounded as if he had grown quite attached to George before his passing.

    The bus soon came to an abrupt halt, and a brief glance outside the window showed Rotwang that they had arrived in Rocket Town. “This will be our stop!” he told the robotic boy, standing up from the seat and making his way towards the exit. He made sure to look back occasionally, just to be certain that Odi was able to follow him without too much trouble.

     
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    "Yes, I suppose that is correct," he explained with a slight nod of the head. Truth be told, Odi had never thought hard about what his job had been, but that was far more due to the fact that he hadn't been capable of his own thought. Nothing beyond what he had been programmed to think, and even that hadn't been the real thing. Everything had changed ever since he had awoken, and while it frightened him, it also left him feeling something that Jim had described to him as exhilaration.

    As the bus rolled to a stop and Rotwang got to his feet, Odi followed suit, though his pace was far slower and much less smooth as he half-limped on his awkward leg. Reaching the top of the few steps he had to get down, he hobbled his way down them, the bus driver thankfully patient enough not to close the door on him before he could make it onto the sidewalk. "Are you a robotics engineer, sir?" he asked slowly, his eyes focused on the back of the white-haired man's head as he shuffled slowly after him.
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    As Rotwang reached the bottom step and got off the bus, he took one last glance over his shoulder to make sure Odi was still close by and not accidentally left behind. Although the android seemed to be capable of getting off of the vehicle by himself, he was prepared to help him get to his feet in any given moment. The damage the robot had suffered appeared to be pretty severe, and it made Rotwang wonder just how he’d ended up in such a condition in the first place.

    Once he was convinced that Odi had successfully gotten off the bus and was able to keep up with him, the inventor picked up his pace a bit, heading in the direction of his shabby-looking house which was conveniently placed across the street from one of the several junkyards in Rocket Town. While all of the residences in Rocket Town looked relatively worn out, his was without a doubt the most unkempt of all.

    They were about halfway to the front door when Odi had offered up a question in regards to his occupation. The synth was undoubtedly taking precautions of some sort, making sure that he had fallen into qualified hands. “Hm, yes,” Rotwang answered him rather quickly to quash any fears he may have had. “How very perceptive of you.” He pulled out a large rusty key from one of his pockets as he stepped up to the door, unlocking it soon after.

    Before entering into the hall, he turned to Odi and presented him with a warning. “I will have you know that my laboratory is kept upstairs. Should it prove to be too much of a challenge for you to reach it, I may very well be required to temporarily dismantle you.” He frowned, remembering having to take apart and rebuild GLaDOS for the exact same reason. “You will cooperate if that is the case, yes?”

     
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    The house was unfamiliar to Odi's eyes, just as unfamiliar as the man himself was, which made it incredibly clear to him that he had never encountered either before. He did, after all, have a perfect memory. The inability to forget had never been a burden to him, though it had been infinitely easier to feel that way when he had been lacking in free will. Now that he had it, he found himself actively thinking about things all the time, things he didn't necessarily want to think about. George, for example. Not that he wanted to forget George because he had been arguably the greatest part of his life. But he found himself replaying that scene over and over again in his head, kneeling over George in the hallway, uttering those words without realizing what was happening or feeling what was happening. His bulb had flickered out.

    Odi felt now. Odi felt so many things.

    Fear was one of those things that he found himself feeling as Rotwang stopped to turn toward him, to inform him that he may be required to dismantle him. It said quite a lot about the synth's development that he could put a proper name to that feeling, though, or perhaps that had been Jim constantly having to clarify what it was he felt. He missed Jim.

    There was a clear moment of hesitation, though the fear itself was not the clearest in Odi's face. Synths weren't meant to visually express emotions in the way that humans did, after all. It didn't necessarily even reflect in the statement that followed, which sounded far more matter of fact than fearful. "Will I wake up again?" he asked him, his blue eyes trained on the other man. The thought of death hadn't left him feeling so afraid before, but after his last experience with it, one that he had brought on himself quite willingly, it did just that.
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    Until now, Rotwang hadn’t given much of a thought to any potential difficulties he could run into if he had to disassemble the android. He was always so assertive and practically optimistic when it came to dealing with machinery because it was a field he excelled in. Even back in Metropolis, people who rarely ever approached him would end up seeking him out if they needed a gadget to be fixed or an invention built. Regardless of his eccentricity and standoffishness which was off-putting to pretty much everyone, faith was placed on him to get the job done.

    But this particular customer of his was different. The first reason being that he was an android whose technology was nothing at all like what he’d seen before. His complexity on the surface alone rivaled his own Futura’s, who hadn’t been built just by the means of science but also - no matter how often Rotwang denied it - a fair bit of alchemical magic to make up for what he couldn’t achieve with worldly engineering. Where he had cheated science with sorcery, Odi’s creators had succeeded by using pure technology, and it was a kind that Rotwang, despite his brilliance, was unfamiliar with.

    And then the was the fact that, no matter how subtle it was in the mechanical boy’s expression, there was doubt. It was visible in his eyes, and spoken in words. And that doubt was infectious, enough to stun Rotwang for a fair amount of time. He stared uneasily at the boy, contemplating whether he should tell the truth about being inexperienced with his technological makeup or not.

    Finally, he came up with a decision, one which would put his knowledge as well as his patience to the test. “Why, yes. Yes of course!” Rotwang exclaimed in as confident of a voice as he could manage. “Now, if you would come with me to the kitchen,” he turned around and began to pace over to the aforementioned room, “then I may begin your, hm, your disassembly there.”

    He knew there was no use in giving any warnings, as it would only make the situation more difficult. Besides, Rotwang wasn’t the type of man to give up on a project so easily. He’d make sure that by the time he was finished, the robotic boy was up and running, at least in the physical sense. Failure, as always, was not an option.

     
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    At first, the white-haired man didn't answer him and everything about Odi's programming told him that signs of hesitation pointed toward doubt. It was perhaps the curse of being what he was, the perfect way in which he could read people based entirely on the programming he had been given. His job had been to notice things like that, after all, even if he was not authorized to make executive decisions based on those moments of hesitation. Only now, he was. He was because he had his own free will and his programming no longer dictated what he did and did not do, what he did and did not feel. And yet, despite all of that, Odi felt it easiest to live life the way he had before.

    There was something incredibly frightening about going out into the world, about making your own decisions.

    Despite the hesitation, Rotwang's eventual reaction was one filled with confidence and the longer he thought about how he had gone from hesitation to confidence, the more confused Odi felt. Despite how long he had been in Pandora for, he still struggled with the intricacies of human interaction. But he trusted him, because he trusted everybody. It was a naive trust easily associated with that of a small child which, in any ways, Odi was. So he trusted and he feared and he looked upon things with so much wonder. He wondered now what he would be like when he woke up. Would he work again? Would he still be broken? Would he still feel?

    Without question at all, Odi followed Rotwang's enthusiastic orders, trailing after him at a much slower pace toward the kitchen. "You may power me down by touching the skin beneath my chin," he informed him helpfully, a faint smile twitching at the corners of his lips. Few had taken control of his powering mechanism. His makers, of course. George. Jim.

    Odi missed Jim quite a lot, he found.
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    It was rather fortunate that Odi seemed to be programmed to ultimately obey to every given request. It would have made the already complicated situation all the more difficult if he had questioned him too much or tried to run away, but the android was naive and agreeable and that would make the procedure slightly easier. Rotwang had dealt with uncooperative subjects before and while everything had usually worked out to his liking in the end, he was thankful that his current robotic patient wasn’t one of those bothersome strugglers.

    Rotwang entered the kitchen, giving the usual glance or two behind his back to make sure that the robot boy could follow him without any obstacles getting in his way. The kitchen was a bit of a mess and running into a tripping hazard wasn’t out of the question. For once, Rotwang wished he had tidied up the room a bit more to look presentable, but he doubted Odi was the type to comment on the state of it.

    He turned around and stepped up to his patient once he’d been given the instruction on how to power him down. “Excellent,” Rotwang murmured to himself as he moved his finger closer to the aforementioned spot on the mechanical boy’s neck. “I will begin at once.” Without giving him the chance to have any second thoughts, Rotwang powered the android down. This was going to be a challenge, but he felt prepared to give it his all.

    __________​

    The old, misplaced clock on the counter read 11:45 PM. Rotwang gave a sigh of relief. He felt accomplished, even if he hadn’t been able to repair some of the more intricate features in the artificial human’s makeup such as his stuttering speech. What mattered most was that the blue leakage from the robot’s nose had ceased its flow and his appendages were all positioned correctly. Fortunately, Rotwang had located the power button during his work so no time was spent in searching for it. With one touch of the switch, Odi was powered back on.

    “You can hear me, can’t you?” Rotwang asked, waving his own mechanical hand over the boy’s eyes. “Odi?” He waited patiently for a response.

     
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    Everything was black. It was like the blink of an eye to Odi, really, though that wasn’t always the case. Shutting himself down for all of those months, it had felt like longer than the blink of an eye. It had been jarring to wake up to Jim’s face staring back at him, smiling even if the expression hadn’t entirely reached his eyes.

    This was different. Odi nearly expected to see Jim’s smiling face again, ut instead it was Rotwang and he wasn’t smiling. He looked curious and concentrated as he waited for the synth to respond. “... I believe I can hear you perfectly,” he told him, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. “You can hear me, can’t you?” Odi repeated a moment later as though to prove that he had indeed heard him. Odi had always been an extraordinarily literal creature.
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    Rotwang let out yet another sigh of relief once the android boy blinked open his eyes and spoke in response to his calls. "Yes, yes," he answered quietly. "I can hear you perfectly well." While the inventor had been most certain that no mistakes were made during the operation, it was always good to see and hear a confirmation from the patient himself. From what he could tell, Odi was back to his normal state in at least a physical sense, though the stutter in his speech also appeared to have lessened as well. Perhaps he had done a better job with mending the synth than he’d initially suspected.

    “All of your components should be in order.” Rotwang continued, positioning himself upright and brushing the dust off of his coat. "You are able to stand, yes? Undoubtedly, your mobility will have improved.” He took a few steps away from Odi and gave a brief gesture for him to follow. “Come. We shall put your ability to the test!” If all was well, Odi would have it in him to make it back to the front door on his own.

     
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  17. Odi

    Odi Guest

    You are able to stand, right?

    As though that had been a suggestion to do just that, Odi obliged, looking down and carefully rising to his feet. He felt more stable than he had before now, and for that, he was thankful. And that was a feeling, something he genuinely felt for the scientist as opposed to something he had been programmed to feel or to say. Had he not come across this strange and excited, white-haired man, he would still be limping about the street somewhere.

    And so, there was no questioning Rotwang at all when he told him to follow. Odi did just that and although he wasn't necessarily keeping up with the man's eager pace, it was less due to a broken leg and more due to the fact that he was a synth in the first place.

    THE END
    DATE❜  september 8
    TAG❜  rotwang
    NOTES❜  <3
     
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