Subject: Re: [PW!][NS] Together Until Death, Part 2 Date: 19 Nov 2001 15:00:40 -0800 From: wingcat@pacbell.net (Adrian Tymes) Organization: http://groups.google.com/ Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon "J WILLEMIN" <pwillemin@home.com> wrote in message news:<k_%J7.89264$zG.8179197@news1.rdc1.ga.home.com>... > Jessica and Panopticon are NPCs now, for anyone who > wants to decide their respective fates...Adrian, I'm looking in your > direction. ^_^; [OOC: Eh? I never wrote much with Jessica, and Panopticon seems to have been disentigrated with the rest of the church. But, if you really want...] --- "Found it!" A few figures in grey cloaks turned towards another figure, holding up the mangled, blackened remains of what might have been a cyborg's skeleton. Two arms, two legs, a head, and a tail...but the original proportions were impossible to determine from sight alone, given the number of large chunks that were simply missing. "Yep, that's Panopticon, alright. Gah, *he'll* never walk again." "As is to be expected, given reports of his death. We're lucky they didn't look too hard, and that the crew they hired to rebuild this church was delayed." One of the figures chuckled. "Luck had nothing to do with the delay." "Oh? There was no permanent damage, I trust." "Don't worry. In fact, the coins from my Pay Day are probably worth more than the equipment they trashed, and I don't think the workers'll mind a day off while their boss buys replacements." "Good. Even the Doppler, may his soul burn in eternal pain, knew the value of PR." The speaker examined the skeleton a bit closer. "So, what can we salvage here?" "Well, the cerebral units seem intact. Looks like his personality was never in the hardware, so Panopticon died with his brain, but his knowledge and memories can be repurposed into an AI. Probably make a halfway decent security and tactics bot." "Hmph. Security: we need some systems that were *not* inspired by the Doppler or relics from when he was one of us, in case he or one of his followers is foolish enough to break in. And the rest?" "Scrap metal. Wouldn't even be worth hauling it in, if it weren't for the cerebral units." The cloaks had been chosen not for the formality, but merely because they made good camoflauge in this spot: lumps of grey searching through a pile of ash. One step off the church, though, and the camoflauge would be gone. Fortunately, home was but one teleport away...