>>928978
>Ambroise (Male)

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>>928997

You find yourself alone in your lab, working. You hear the door slide open and in walks Dominic, your former co-worker, now boss.

"Hey - uh - Ambroise?" he fidgets uncomfortably.

>"Yeah?" You respond, pulling yourself away from your holographic screen.

"You have anything yet?"

>"... In a few days, sure," you respond.

Dominic sighs, "it's been years, I can't keep covering for you, man. At least let me see what you've been working on."

You think on it for a moment, and lead him to the back of the lab, and into a smaller room.

"He believes we brought him here through a time machine, so - careful with what you say."

Before the both of you is a man with messy hair sitting on an operating table. He's wearing a hospital gown, and shows an intense curiosity.

"This soldier doesn't look very -- you know -- super," Dominic comments.

"Well I'm not a soldier yet, sir." The man responds.

Dominic pulls you out of the room.

"So what am I looking at?" he asks.

>"You're looking at Audie Murphy. It's an android built with a profile of psych records, interviews, and historical documents. For all intents and purposes, it - is him."

"I don't get it..."

>"I wanted to grab the oldest example I could of an exceptional soldier. The fossils at the top want proven methods, so what's more proven than an army of the hand selected best soldiers in history?"

"... Damn, you might be onto something," Dominic ponders something for a bit, "He's a little squishy looking though."

>"He has to be. He needs to believe he's human to be as effective as he was in real life."

"Hm..." Dominic flashes brief skepticism, but bounces back to a relieved expression, "Man, with work like this you should've been my boss."


>A (I'm not really a people person)

>B (I like it here)

>C (I tried, they just chose you over me.)

>D (Write in)

>>929171
>C (I tried, they just chose you over me.)

>>929174

"Really? Well - uh - sorry about that I guess."

"Hey, if it's any consolation you're sure to raise a few eyebrows with this," Dominic pats you on the back.

"But, you really should consider - you know - beefing him up a bit before you present it. Super soldiers are super for a reason, and for something to be made so... Plain... I'm just saying, it kind of dampens the effect."

>You sigh, "Look, I need to get more work done, Just tell your bosses about what I'm doing and that I'll have a presentation ready in a few days, okay?"

Dominic turns to leave, giving you a wave as he heads for the door, "Right, sure. I'm just glad they'll stop riding my ass about you... In a few days."

>A ("Thanks for that, by the way")

>B ("They shouldn't have doubted me in the first place.")

>C ("You'll live.")

>D (Write in)

>>929229
>A ("Thanks for that, by the way")
>C ("You'll live.")

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>>929240


>"You'll live." you say.

"Hmph, maybe." Dominic replies, shaking his head.

>"Thanks, by the way..."

Dominic stops, half way through the door.

"... Yeah, anytime."

You put android Audie to sleep, and perform a few more adjustments before leaving the office for the first time in a few days; The swishing of flying cars and the cool winter air greets you as you exit the sliding doors. You figure you'd walk over to your favorite nearby ice cream shop before going home in celebration of your five year project nearing completion.

The clock on your phone reads 4 AM as you scoop in the last glob of "classic vanilla" into your mouth, and head home.

You awake to the incessant beeping of a video message left for you on your television. You stir in the warmth of your thick blanked, relishing the moments before the sterile apartment air chills you to your bones. Eventually you roust yourself up and out of bed, heading into your living room -- you flop down on your couch and begin listening to your message.

"Mr. Ambroise Finley? I regret to inform you that your position at Nu Man Corporation has been terminated as of 10 AM this morning. You will receive your final payment next Friday. if you would like to get in contact with Mr. Richard T Oakes, he can offer you similar opportunities in the field of government cybernetics, I'm sorry for this unfortunate situation. I've left his number with this video message, and I wish you the best in the future. Thank you.

>A (Head to the office)

>B (Call Dominic)

>C (Write in)

>>929394
>A (Head to the office)
Ah, fudge.

>>929394
>A (Head to the office)

>>929394
>A (Head to the office)

>>929401
>>929407
>>929415


You quickly throw on some clothes and fly out to the office, you run up to the door and attempt to let yourself in, but your key card isn't recognized anymore.

You wave down a security guard.

"Mister Finley?"

>"Let me in." You state, bluntly.

"Did you leave your key card in the office again?"

>A ("I didn't lose it, they gave us new ones and mine isn't working anymore.")

>B ("Yep.")

>C ("Just let me in. If the big wigs find out you caused me to be late to this meeting they'll fire both of us.")

>D (Write in)

>>929440
>B ("Yep.")

>>929440
>B ("Yep.")

>>929464
>>929489

>"Yep," You claim.

The guard gives you a skeptical look before she shrugs and shakes her head.

>"Well... this is the last time okay? You owe me some of that ice cream from that retro place, alright?"

You nod in agreement.

The guard opens the door and you fly in as fast as your legs can carry you. You quickly head up stairs trying to avoid as many people as possible. You jog nearly thirty flights of stairs and burst through the door to through your office to find Dominic standing there with an older man.

"Ambroise?", He seems shocked.

>"What was that message?" You ask.

"Mr Finley? I believe you're trespassing," The older man standing next to Dominic says.

>"This is my lab," You state.

Your look up at your co-workers, and they all seem to be glancing anywhere else but at you. The whole place is painfully awkward to be in, but you insist upon finding an explanation.

Dominic speaks up, "It was out of my hands man, It wasn't my idea."

>A ("Bullshit.")

>B ("Give me my work and I'll be out of here.")

>C ("What happened to covering for me?)

>D (Write in)

>>929500
>B ("Give me my work and I'll be out of here.")

>>929500
>B ("Give me my work and I'll be out of here.")

Dominic shakes his head "It's not your work anymore..."

"You had the right idea," The old man speaks up, "It needed more oomph, but you wouldn't budge, so there was an executive decision made."

>"That's what this was about?" You sneer

"That and your lack of activity for the past five years."

The old man stares you directly in the eyes.

"We just can't justify paying you."

>"You can't just steal my work."

"It's not stealing. You would think a genius like you would read an employment contract."

"However, what you're doing right now is in fact illegal. And I'm going to have to ask you to leave before I call security."

A group of guards escort you off of the premises. Mere days away from completing your life's work, you feel tears draining from your eyes as you walk down the halls of your former work place one last time. You pass by your acquaintances with your head lowered, and your hands in your pockets, and eventually you're right back at your crookedly parked car.

You head home.

Your existence has become the essence of sadness and white hot rage. Stewing in your own misery, an idea sparks in your head. They've taken your work, but it's still primarily your work, and only you know exactly how all of it functions. It may just be possible to write something, a virus, to destroy every single instance of your work created by the company, but something like that would have to be installed from within, and dolled out via automatic product network updates.

Breaking into a government facility isn't something anyone can do, especially now that pretty much everyone knows you're not supposed to be there.

But if you somehow could find and get the greatest crooks in history on your side you may just be able to manage it.

So, you got to work on something new: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PaWQwOXghZk

First a program to crawl around the net, and find back doors into databases on "sane" criminal behavior from everywhere it can, and pull detailed information through proxies from any source it can find. Second is the raw materials, that's the expensive part, and where most of your money went. After a bit of budgeting and a substantial loan from the only place that would give you one, you determined you only have enough money to create one android, but everyone has to start somewhere.

You begin building profiles based on the algorithms determining which of the found thieves were the best. You ended up with a list of four criminals who apparently were never caught. The profiles would be made of the criminals in their prime, just before a notable peak period in their life -- before a big heist.

>A) 1920's (Male)

>B) 1960's (Female)

>C) 2000's (Female)

>D) 2240's (Male)

>>929637
>A) 1920's (Male)
Nice pick of song.

>>929637
>D) 2240's (Male)

>>929637
>A) 1920's (Male)

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>>929756
>>929668

Five more years pass as you desperately work on your revenge. As the time passes you notice bits and pieces of your work going out to the public, people accepting awards for it, and ruining it with unnecessary modifications. All of it was good kindling for your revenge as you tooled alone in your ever downgrading dwellings.

The only problem with your system is that initially, the androids will have spotty memory. There's no way to completely obtain every last bit of a person no matter how much data you have, but the AI will make connections as it finds familiar things.

A lot of the data you've received for your A-Team seems to be written in some kind of code, you can only really parse out their code names and look at pictures of them, but you suspect if you're able to jog their memories they might know more about it than you.

You settle on a man from the 1920's with the code name THUNDER AKITA.

It may be necessary to learn what these people are best with before trying to put them into any sort of action.

In order to help with the memory problem you purchased clothes from the time period in the hopes that it will aid in making a few connections.

You finish assembling your first subject and activate it. He awakens calmly, looks around, then centers his focus on you.

"Where am I?"

>"The future," You respond.

"Oh? This some kind of joke?"

>"No joke, I could show you some flying cars if that would help make my case."

"Hm. Well, why am I here."

>"Thunder Akita. Does the name ring a bell?"

"Nope."

>"It's your code name. From what I understand you're a professional thief."

"Hm. Last thing I remember was playing a trumpet."

>"A trumpet?"

Akita doesn't seem to follow up any further, and rubs his face.

"Got a fancy future razor somewhere around here? Maybe a place to get my hair cut?

>"You're awfully calm."

"let me get sorted first, then I'll ask questions."

As per his request you get him cleaned up with your own grooming tools.

Akita looks out the window.

>"See, the future," You say

Akita calmly turns around and punches you square in the face knocking you on the ground.

"So, to start I'll ask again. Why am I here?"

You grip your face with your right hand, and stumble to your feet.

>"I need you for a job."

"You bring me to the future for a job?"

>"That's right, a heist of sorts."

"What if I say no?"

>"I guess I couldn't do anything then, now could I."

Akita stands in silence pondering his next move.

"Send me back," he says, "Send me back to my time."

>A.(Not until you help me)

>B.(I can't do that.)

>C.(Write in)

>>930097
>A.(Not until you help me)
>C.Even if I could, I need you to do something for me.

>>930097
>>B.(I can't do that.)

>>930127


>"Even if I could, I'd need you to do something for me first."

"The heist..."

>"Yeah."

"Well I already told you, I don't remember being a thief."

>"Then I can try to jog your memory.

"What, are you going to make me shoplift?"

>"No, I was thinking we'd maybe I'd just pull up relevant images on that screen there... Although we could go to that ice cream shop, or a museum might work better."

"This ain't a date, friend."

>"Do you have a better idea?"

Suddenly a rough knocking at your door cuts through the conversation.

"Hey Ambroise!" A voice calls through the door, "You have our money or is it time for your weekly beating again?"

"Who is that?"

>"I - uh - took out a few loans to bring you here."

"Who. Is. That."

>"You might know them as the mob."

"Hm. I used to run booze."

>"It's legal now, you know."

"Good, we're going to need a few drinks after this."

Akita grabs the plasma razor he was just using off of the counter and places his back flat up against the wall next to your front door.

You follow suit and remotely open the door:

"Well?" A gruff, burly man you don't recognize walks through the door followed by a much leaner man carrying a handgun.

"You have it or not?"

>"I -- "

The man strikes you in the stomach as hard as he can. You crumble to the floor.

"Nobody knows how to shake down anymore, but the boss asked me specifically to teach you a lesson.

"It's not about making marks on the skin - you know. You gotta make marks in here" The man points towards his head.

He begins to unbuckle his pants, "Kids in the game are just too thin skinned to get things done."

A glint on the side of his head catches your eye.

Suddenly you see Akita's left arm wrap around the man's neck, and Akita stabs the plasma razor directly into his eye. The razor proceeds to burn his skull from the inside,

>"We're dead," You state breathlessly.

"What?"

You struggle to look at the gruesome sight of the two bodies, and point towards the skulls.

>"They've got old military enhancements. Their friends probably already know we've killed them.

"... Really?"

>"Yes. Really."

Akita picks up the handgun and examines it carefully, "Well, Ambroise, we'd better get out of here then."


>A.) (Get to the car on the roof of the complex)

>B.) (Head to the ground floor, proceed on foot)

>C.) (Write in)

>>930641
>B proceed on foot

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>>930847

You head out from your apartment, and brush past the junkies in the hallway: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6z-D6kieTHM

"Stairs?" Akita asks.

>"What?"

"This is the future, isn't there some kind of super elevator?

>"We don't have a chance in an elevator, super or not."

Suddenly a couple of thugs barrel up the stairs pushing people aside, they begin to take shots at the two of you.

You drop to the floor. Akita ducks into a doorway and shoots a few rounds in their direction.

"Hey!"

He yells out to you.

"How do you reload this thing?"

>"You have to vent the heat!"

Akita inspects the foreign weapon in his hand, "What in the..."

>"It's not hard just press the button in for a few seconds!"

"There are three buttons on this thing!"

>"It's the one next to the grip!"

Akita fiddles around with the gun for a few more seconds before shrugging, and throwing it directly at the head of an approaching thug. He dashes out, grabs the fallen thug's weapon and puts two shots into him before bounding down the stairs, shooting one thug, running out of charge again, and throwing the weapon at another. He continues the cycle a couple down another flight of stairs before peering up from the side banister.

"Hey, come on!"

He quickly ducks his head back as shots come upwards from the ground floor.

You run and catch up to Akita who is pinned down.

You notice he has three guns pinned to his belt.

>"You're kidding, right?"

"One for shooting three for throwing."

>"It's not that hard to reload them."

"It takes too long."

>"You didn't even do it."

"I did, a magazine would be much faster."

You grab one of the guns, vent the heat from it, and hand it to Akita.

"Oh good, help me shoot."

You reluctantly shoot a few rounds towards the thugs, missing entirely.

Akita chuckles and throws a gun at a thug following up with a shot of his own.

Eventually the two of you reach the bottom, free from the apartment complex and run through the dregs of the city cutting through alley ways to lose your pursuers.

"What the hell are you planning to steal?" Akita asks.

>"I'm not really going to steal anything, It's more like sabotage."

"Okay, what?"

>I used to work for the government. They took my work, so I want to destroy it all.

"You built a time machine for revenge?"

>"My work is everything to me, they just took it and didn't even give me credit for it."

"That's just life, kid."

>"Don't 'kid' me. I spent my life in this field. They took my life."

Akita sighs, "Well, those mobsters are going to take it again if you don't do something about them first."

"And I guess I'm in on it whether I like it or not."

>You reflect for a moment, "Yeah... Sorry."

"You have anywhere to lay low?"

>"I don't really know anyone..."

You ponder for a moment, and get an idea.

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>>931581

You walk the evening away and end up at another more noticeably fancy apartment complex, you spend time looking for a specific apartment and knock on the door.

The security guard from Nu Man opens the door.

>A ( Hey, want to get that ice cream now? )

>B ( I'll cut right to the chase... Uh - I need to hide out here for a while. )

>C ( Write In )

>>931587
>A ( Hey, want to get that ice cream now? )
Awesome quest, BC but I need to go to sleep. Hope you can continue.

>>931767

Thanks!

Me too actually, this is a good place to wrap up this thread for now. I'll continue probably on Thursday evening in a new thread.

>>931587
>A ( Hey, want to get that ice cream now? )

Continuing tomorrow at 5 PM CST.

>>931587
>A ( Hey, want to get that ice cream now? )

Just caught up, but I'm liking this quest already.

>A ( Hey, want to get that ice cream now? )

>>931822

next thread here: >>945126