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Nov. 9th, 2011 12:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariHad an awesome awesome dream last night.
We were in the middle of a losing war between humans and human-Cylon type robots. The war was a massive failure for us as humans, and we retreated into a safe house, and the vast underground bunker maze created there for just such a contingency. It was several miles below the surface, . There were about twenty of us left, and as time went on, we were slowly "picked off" till it was just two of us. Most of us just dissapeared, but afte finding a body, we determined they were killing us.
We couldn't figure out how we were being taken away and being found since the maze was huge, but it turned out they were tracing us by our own use of electromagnetic devices. We shut off everything that used electricity except for the air recyclers and lights. We'd use a television to determine the news, but only with everything else, including the air recyclers, turned off.
As they couldn't find us due to the smaller use of electricity, the cylon-types came down and began doing a systematic search of the tunnel system, to seek us out. We learned that if it was very dark, we could use lead metallic shielding to keep the enemy from using anything other than a visual sweep to find us. After I manage to kill someone getting to close to our actual hideout, my partner and I split up, as maybe one of us could get away, but he is killed quickly. I'm cornered and quickly killed.
And then I wake up. I'm in a sterile room with one other person in it, who tells me to relax. I try to figure out where I am, and I remember being killed, but I'm not shocked or angry about it. I just ask what's going on.
It turns our entire team were cylon type robots as well, but had had a virus introduced by a hostile race of humans to make us believe we were human and to try and take down the cylonish culture. 100 years had passed since I was killed (in reality, I was simply disabled until I couldn't function and shut down), and they'd only now been able to find a way to wipe the virus from my system and keep me from infecting others
I asked for my other teammates, but was told they hadn't been reactivated yet, because I was the first test case. They keep me in the room for several days, where I'm allowed to get back to speed with the world. Eventually, I'm allowed to roam the grounds of the repair facility, and find out that the humans are still out there, but in a state of cold war with us. They'd made several attempts at reprogramming many cylonish types to encourage destabilizing our government for invasion, but when that failed, and the cyclontypes threatened their own world with their own virus , they backed down.
As 100 years had passed and the cyclonish robots did have massive disruptions during that time, there wasn't a complete record of the war. I was interviewed several times by news agencies on the anniversary of the armistice 100 years ago about life in the underground, and how we survived. We even determined that one of our group was actually a human who was killed early, and the one who infected all of us. Eventually slowly, my team was woken up and we were all told about the news. Some refused to believe it and went into hiding, and were allowed to as long as they didn't attempt violence. Most of us, however, were "reintegrated" into society.
I kept quiet about the fact that I'd killed quite a few of our own citizens, however, it came out from one of the ones in hiding that I had a large body count. I was taken to see our grovernment's leader "The Great Coder" who issued me a full pardon, and anyone else on my team that had killed a citizen, saying I was acting under duress and not responsible for my actions.
When released from the hospital, I was given a pension, and my choice of home. I chose the underground bunker, as I had spent many years there, and enjoyed the isolation. Occasionally, I would show reporters the maze and the smaller areas around, as part of the 100 year anniversary reports.
We were in the middle of a losing war between humans and human-Cylon type robots. The war was a massive failure for us as humans, and we retreated into a safe house, and the vast underground bunker maze created there for just such a contingency. It was several miles below the surface, . There were about twenty of us left, and as time went on, we were slowly "picked off" till it was just two of us. Most of us just dissapeared, but afte finding a body, we determined they were killing us.
We couldn't figure out how we were being taken away and being found since the maze was huge, but it turned out they were tracing us by our own use of electromagnetic devices. We shut off everything that used electricity except for the air recyclers and lights. We'd use a television to determine the news, but only with everything else, including the air recyclers, turned off.
As they couldn't find us due to the smaller use of electricity, the cylon-types came down and began doing a systematic search of the tunnel system, to seek us out. We learned that if it was very dark, we could use lead metallic shielding to keep the enemy from using anything other than a visual sweep to find us. After I manage to kill someone getting to close to our actual hideout, my partner and I split up, as maybe one of us could get away, but he is killed quickly. I'm cornered and quickly killed.
And then I wake up. I'm in a sterile room with one other person in it, who tells me to relax. I try to figure out where I am, and I remember being killed, but I'm not shocked or angry about it. I just ask what's going on.
It turns our entire team were cylon type robots as well, but had had a virus introduced by a hostile race of humans to make us believe we were human and to try and take down the cylonish culture. 100 years had passed since I was killed (in reality, I was simply disabled until I couldn't function and shut down), and they'd only now been able to find a way to wipe the virus from my system and keep me from infecting others
I asked for my other teammates, but was told they hadn't been reactivated yet, because I was the first test case. They keep me in the room for several days, where I'm allowed to get back to speed with the world. Eventually, I'm allowed to roam the grounds of the repair facility, and find out that the humans are still out there, but in a state of cold war with us. They'd made several attempts at reprogramming many cylonish types to encourage destabilizing our government for invasion, but when that failed, and the cyclontypes threatened their own world with their own virus , they backed down.
As 100 years had passed and the cyclonish robots did have massive disruptions during that time, there wasn't a complete record of the war. I was interviewed several times by news agencies on the anniversary of the armistice 100 years ago about life in the underground, and how we survived. We even determined that one of our group was actually a human who was killed early, and the one who infected all of us. Eventually slowly, my team was woken up and we were all told about the news. Some refused to believe it and went into hiding, and were allowed to as long as they didn't attempt violence. Most of us, however, were "reintegrated" into society.
I kept quiet about the fact that I'd killed quite a few of our own citizens, however, it came out from one of the ones in hiding that I had a large body count. I was taken to see our grovernment's leader "The Great Coder" who issued me a full pardon, and anyone else on my team that had killed a citizen, saying I was acting under duress and not responsible for my actions.
When released from the hospital, I was given a pension, and my choice of home. I chose the underground bunker, as I had spent many years there, and enjoyed the isolation. Occasionally, I would show reporters the maze and the smaller areas around, as part of the 100 year anniversary reports.
