[What was meant to be quick, getaway trip to check out this technology-advanced planet quickly turns into a nightmare for Asriel. His weird, monstrous features, the glowing identity disk on his back, everything makes him look like a Created. And his visit isn't exactly welcoming.
It's only about a half-hour into his stay that he finds more and more people giving him odd and wary looks, before some people in uniform approach him with a question:
"Where is your Creator?"]
Creator...? I don't have one...
[It's not the answer they're looking for, and they start to surround Asriel.
"All programs must be accompanied by a Creator. If you don't have yours with you, we'll have to detain you until yours is found."
One of the guards reaches out, and grabs Asriel's arm, he yelps and tries to pull away.
"No bracelet either..."
One of the guards nods to the other, before the second guard pulls out an identifying bracelet. Asriel looks horrified, and his struggling to break away from them increases.]
No, stop-!!
[The bracelet is slapped on his wrist, the guards completely ignoring his protests. They look like they're about to haul him away.]
[Manufacturing District]
[This whole planet has been pretty nerve-wracking, and Asriel keeps scratching at the bracelet on his wrist. It feels awful, it doesn't really feel all the different from a metal collar around his neck. But no matter what, no one else will believe him that he's not an actual program or AI.
He catches word that there's places offering upgrades for AIs, and while Asriel isn't exactly one... maybe they could make some changes to his disk?
Maybe he could... fix some of the problems he's caused for his family.
Make a better Asriel.
He stands outside the shady-looking shop for a long time, wondering if it was worth it to go in.]
June 15th
[What was meant to be quick, getaway trip to check out this technology-advanced planet quickly turns into a nightmare for Asriel. His weird, monstrous features, the glowing identity disk on his back, everything makes him look like a Created. And his visit isn't exactly welcoming.
It's only about a half-hour into his stay that he finds more and more people giving him odd and wary looks, before some people in uniform approach him with a question:
"Where is your Creator?"]
Creator...? I don't have one...
[It's not the answer they're looking for, and they start to surround Asriel.
"All programs must be accompanied by a Creator. If you don't have yours with you, we'll have to detain you until yours is found."
One of the guards reaches out, and grabs Asriel's arm, he yelps and tries to pull away.
"No bracelet either..."
One of the guards nods to the other, before the second guard pulls out an identifying bracelet. Asriel looks horrified, and his struggling to break away from them increases.]
No, stop-!!
[The bracelet is slapped on his wrist, the guards completely ignoring his protests. They look like they're about to haul him away.]
[Manufacturing District]
[This whole planet has been pretty nerve-wracking, and Asriel keeps scratching at the bracelet on his wrist. It feels awful, it doesn't really feel all the different from a metal collar around his neck. But no matter what, no one else will believe him that he's not an actual program or AI.
He catches word that there's places offering upgrades for AIs, and while Asriel isn't exactly one... maybe they could make some changes to his disk?
Maybe he could... fix some of the problems he's caused for his family.
Make a better Asriel.
He stands outside the shady-looking shop for a long time, wondering if it was worth it to go in.]