open meme!

[purity_fallen]

The Absolute Obedience Meme

1. Post with your character.

2. That character is compelled to follow the orders of anyone who replies.

3. Any orders.

4. Any orders.

Meme Strategy: There's nothing in the rules about whether or not your character knows s/he must obey - as well, the other character might not know that s/he

Comments

The Ψiionic | Homestuck

[polariity]

[Available for serious, comedy, sexy times, and anything in between. Open for all.]

oops

[firstpisces]

Hello, Helmsman.

asdfasdfaj, I just passed by your post on here, too. X)

[polariity]

[There's a weak glance upwards towards her at the sound of her voice, and then he just lets his head drop down again. Her Imperious Condescension's appearance never fails to bring about rage and misery to him, with each extreme taking over indiscriminately. That is, when he wasn't so completely numb due to the never-ending task of tending to the ship.]

The thip ith at full capathity. [What do you want from me now> goes unsaid.]

OK SO AU ING IT UP

[pantcestor]

[ Looking at his dear companion, now chained into this ship, brainwashed, it makes Signless want to cry. He knew he'd be faced with terrible things sneaking onto the Battleship Condescension, but not this bad. ]

......Artollo. Please tell me you're all right.

I have a feeling I'm going to be bawling by the end of this

[polariity]

[There's no answer. At least, not immediately. The writhing fleshy chamber seems to squirm. Some of the tentacles have lights flicker just beneath the surface, codes that would take years to decipher even if one could manage to see more than just a blur, a tiny little flash of light.

The tentacles around his body squeeze perhaps just a bit tighter, but the figure locked in the midst of them seems to notice nothing. He's still, even as red and blue energy crackles and is siphoned away.

After a moment, the system realizes it is being spoken to. The inquiry is both familiar and at the same time unknown.

> Search Database for 'Artollo'

> Results... none.

Yet an inquiry has been made, and it is the Helmsman's duty to answer. Its voice is dry, quiet, and hoarse.]

Thythtemth are operating at over 100 perthent effithienthy. The rethent additionth to the engineth are integrating at optimal thpeed with the cooling thythtemth and...

[Fact after fact after fact is rattled off. Because it is the status of the ship that is being request

you and me both

[pantcestor]

I- stop! Stop. God. I don't care about the fucking ship.

[ It's heartbreaking, seeing him like this. Seeing him wired in, screaming written in every inch of his flesh but unable to voice itself. Signless is determined to save him from this. He has to. ]

Come on. Let's get you out of there, okay?

/sets out tissues

[polariity]

[Obediently, the system ceases in giving out the information. New orders? It's already pushing itself to the limit. The network needs it, needs the focus point from where to draw energy and where to send information and have information be sent back in return.

But the Helmsman doesn't understand the information being put in now. Out. Out. Out out out out out-

The disciplinary systems seem to sense something. Corrupted data. Individuality is corrupted data, because the Helmsman is hardware and hardware- a choked and high pitched noise of pain escapes it then, and the body twists painfully in its bonds.]

Inquiry... Inquiry not understood.

points for him still being conditioned to follow orders after disconnecting from the machinery? :'D

[pantcestor]

Shh- it's okay, it's okay. Artollo, come on, you have to remember me- it's Signless, it's me, I'm here for you. I need you to try and get out of this...mechanical shit, okay? We're going to get out of this.

[ He touches a hand to the Psiioniic's gaunt cheek. The system pumps in enough nutrition to keep the psychic alive and rips everything out of him it can. It's horrifying. ]

You know me. I love you. I'm here.

It is the meme. :>b

[polariity]

[Signless signless- ERROR, does not compute, there is no such thing in the database. Records wiped clear clear, but- The disciplinary system sends another shock of pain through the Helmsman's nervous system, and it gives another choked scream.]

D-Data error... Data error! Doethn't... Doethn't compute... end it-

[Another, harder shock, and then it goes completely limp, head flopping against the visitor's palm. There are a few wheezing gasps that are barely there at all before he answers.]

Thythem ith not permitted to.. to act on ith own outhide of preprogrammed inthructionth... Require manual adjuthtmenth.

aww yee

[pantcestor]

Okay. Okay. I can do that.

[ Signless nudges a little closer, folding the Psiioniic closer to him in a hug, not even caring that he can feel the grotesque wires twisting into the other troll against his own skin. That doesn't matter. What matters is that he's in pain, what matters is that he's been alone all this time. Signless isn't going to let that happen anymore. ]

Just- just tell me how. Tell me about the adjustments I need to make.

[polariity]

[Even if the arms weren't bound, it's doubtful that the Helmsman would even know to return the embrace. There's just heavy breathing as the system tries to get the correct information. Release? It takes long agonizing seconds for the system to find the instruction. They're buried deep away underneath so much.

They were hardly meant to ever be used.]

Main terminal for Helmsman thythem ith located in the back. [One of the largest biowires by far, situated along the system's spine. Small screens are programmed to ight up at an administrator's touch and guide them through any process. At least...] All changeth to be made to the Helmsman thythem require the uthe of a pathword and permithion by her Imperiouth Condethenthion. Glory to the Empire.

[It's said mechanically, a clear script programmed into the system.]

[pantcestor]

........Fuck.

[ He moves to the back, touching the biowire sunk into the Helmsman's flesh. He presses the small chip with Her Imperious Condescension's symbol pressed into it into a small depression there. He went through a lot to get it, and he can only hope it works. ]

I- system, restore "Artollo Apemis." Remove disciplinary blocks. The password is. The password is "Echidna."

[ The mother of all monsters. Probably the one thing that had nagged at the Empress's brain, once she had begun her climb to power, from that distant forgotten past. It fits, considering.

He knows that the Psiioniic is in there somewhere - for if she needed some bit of information he had, or wanted to play one of her sadistic games. It makes him sick to his stomach, but at least he's there somewhere. ]

Come on. Come back to me. I know you can do it.

[polariity]

[The room pulses and twists again as the system starts to process the orders given. The Helmsman just gives one shuddering breath after another.

...Helmsman program removed. Disciplinary blocks, removed. Restoring...

After a few tense minutes, there's a series of sickening squelches as the biowires begin to jerk free from his skin and loosen from around his arms and legs. After sweeps of being trapped in the same position, there's hardly any movement before he just falls to the ground, some sticky wire still limply clinging to his legs.

The floor. Fuck. The floor is wet. Years of being nothing but a machine, and all he can think is oh god everything hurts and how the fucking floor is wet.

A noise is wheezed out that might be a laugh or a sob.]

[pantcestor]

[ The Signless hurriedly shoves a clever little decoy-device into the wires. It'll fool the system into thinking its Helmsman is still there for a bit, long enough for them to get out, or he hopes long enough anyway.

Then, that dealt with, he drops to the floor, cradling his old friend in his arms, trying to hold back his sobs. ]

I'm here. Fuck, I'm here, it's okay. You're going to be okay. Please be okay.

[ He hugs the Psiioniic, not even caring about the tyrian purple getting smeared all over him, and then turns his head to face him. ]

Hey- hey. Look at me, come on. Stay with me, Artollo.

[polariity]

[An order.

Even as his body registers that, no, he's not hooked up to those fucking damned wires, his brain still goes on auto-pilot. Even though his neck hurts- what else is new- he looks up at those familiar red eyes and stubby horns.]

Here. [His fingers spasm and dig unsteadily into the Signless' clothes.] Staying. Gog...

[pantcestor]

Hi.

[ Signless gives him the unsteadiest, shakiest smile, smoothing some of his biofluid-soaked hair back from his face. ]

Does it hurt? Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I took so long...I need you to try and get up, I'm getting you out of here.

[ He presses a little kiss to the Psiioniic's forehead, fingers still nimbly checking over his body to check for injuries. ]