[typed or in person]

[johnsmithn7]

[Whether you are currently on the phone, on the computer, or watching television, you find yourself presented with this message:]

What is your primary function?

[Or, if you like, there is a six and a half foot tall robot standing in the center of Camp, not moving. Care to investigate?]

((Intro for Legion. Feel free to mingle.))

Comments

[redemption_fail]

*just not very aware of his surroundings at the moment as he walks past*

[johnsmithn7]

[Looks up at the movement]

Civilian.

[redemption_fail]

. . . What?

*looks around--somewhat disorientated*

[johnsmithn7]

Do you require assistance?

[redemption_fail]

*trying to focus on who is speaking in such a strange way*

I--who's there?

[johnsmithn7]

This platform is present before you.

[redemption_fail]

*has to look up because you are taller than he is by a few inches*

. . . What are you?

[Also thinking that this is a delusion brought on by poison.]

[johnsmithn7]

We are geth. Are you human?

[redemption_fail]

[Can only process the easier things at the moment.]

Human . . . I think I'm dead?

[johnsmithn7]

...

Why?

[redemption_fail]

Got stuck with a sword right there . . . *gesturing at his abdomen* And in the back--poisoned . . . it was poisoned.

[It's okay to talk to the really tall metal thing because it's a hallucination.]

[johnsmithn7]

Who killed you?

[redemption_fail]

*his head comes up sharply*

Doesn't matter now, does it? They might be along soon too.

. . . Is this Purgatory or Hell?

[johnsmithn7]

No.

[redemption_fail]

What do they call it then?

[johnsmithn7]

Camp.