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Post by pчrσ αrtífícíαl íntєllígєncє on Sept 14, 2013 8:19:03 GMT -5
What if Rowan asked Robot to proofread the next chapter of Enderlox. However, Robot, being Robot, was not in a good mood that day. Instead of proofreading it, she started a chapter of her own, which ended up throwing the members of team crafted into a completely different story. However, Robot started the story, and Robot must finish it...even though it probably means the death of a certain member... ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ THIS IS ROWAN'S IDEA I am simply a character in the story. I take no credit.
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†hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ
Hunter
Ooh, a Karma Rank o_o
Posts: 229
Code name: Rowan
Rank: Barnmate
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Post by †hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ on Jan 30, 2014 20:26:09 GMT -5
Rowan stared at her laptop screen in silence. "Dang it! That doesn't even make any since!" Sighing, she stood up and grabbed her laptop, walking over to Robot's Murder Cave On the screen of Robot's supercomputer, a blue dot appeared on the horizon of its sensors. "Oh that's just great," she walked over to it from the opposite side of the small room, abandoning her experiment on a spider eye. "Blue. That's Rowan's signature." Robot sighed as the dot gradually approached the large red square in the middle- her house. She continued her science, not at all surprised. "Hey, Robot?" Rowan peeped around the corner of the room. "Could you proofread something for me?"
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Post by pчrσ αrtífícíαl íntєllígєncє on Jan 30, 2014 20:26:58 GMT -5
"Proofread?" Robot jolted with excitement, almost knocking over the dissected specimen. "Are you writing a paper? What's your topic? Need help?" She loved to ramble about science, and research papers helped her do that. Without being annoying.
"Well...it's not a science paper, if that's what you're thinking. It's a chapter of a book."
"A book...." Robot snatched the laptop up in her cold metal hands, setting it on a shelf near her computer. A window popped up on the big screen, showing many paragraphs typed on Rowan's PC. Scanning it quickly with her eyes, she closed her eyes, and sighed. "You're at that again? Really?!" Robot clicked her teeth together in anger. "Enderlox didn't exist. He doesn't exist. It's not real!"
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†hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ
Hunter
Ooh, a Karma Rank o_o
Posts: 229
Code name: Rowan
Rank: Barnmate
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Post by †hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ on Jan 30, 2014 20:30:17 GMT -5
Rowan rolled her eyes "I don't care if he's real or not, I just happen to like writing, and the majority of what I write is fiction. Get over it!" Robot rolled her eyes right back. "Whatever. What's wrong with it? You're the fiction author here," she shot her friend's words back at her. "You're the one who knows how to...lie for fun, per se." "Oh." Rowan crossed her arms over her chest, anger flashing in her eyes. Robot had just crossed the line. "So I tell lies now, eh? At least I'm not stuck in here all day, dissecting things and burning people alive! Really, how do you enjoy that?"
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Post by pчrσ αrtífícíαl íntєllígєncє on Jan 30, 2014 20:33:22 GMT -5
Robot almost blasted Rowan through the roof right then and there. "Every wondered WHY a spider's eye can be created into potions? And I only burn people when they have hurt me. That usually doesn't happen, because most know the punishment, and there isn't anyone around."
"I'm not a Potions Master, I'm a Water Elementalist. Why would I ever wonder about potions? And I'm pretty sure you were about to set Hero on fire when she teleported in. Anyway, I never asked your openion on fiction. I just asked you to proofread this chapter! If you aren't willing to, fine. I'll ask someone else."
Robot narrowed her eyes. "I'll read it. For correction purposes only," she told Rowan. "I'll bring you your computer when I've finished."
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†hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ
Hunter
Ooh, a Karma Rank o_o
Posts: 229
Code name: Rowan
Rank: Barnmate
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Post by †hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ on Jan 30, 2014 20:35:42 GMT -5
"Fine." Rowan turned and stalked out. The air around the area where she had been standing felt distinctly colder. Robot felt the icy air move through the room. "At least the experiment will stay cold...but better not take a chance." She carefully moved the platter with the spider eye on it into her blast freezer, putting it on a shelf labeled "SE#12" She stomped back into the main room, gazing up at the glowing screen. She began to read through the paragraphs.
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Post by pчrσ αrtífícíαl íntєllígєncє on Jan 30, 2014 20:37:30 GMT -5
"Rowan is a very fluent writer," Robot mumbled after she had read the chapter. "Sentence structure is clear, words unrepetitive, character interaction engaging. Only a few typing errors, very minor."
"However...she asked for my help, and that is what I will give." Using her mental connection to the computerized house, she summoned a netherrack chair and a holographic keyboard. "Time to write. Computer, erase entire document."
"Are you sure?" a voice chirped from the console.
"Confirmed."
All of the words on the screen disappeared, leaving a blank space for Robot to type her bloody tale on. She smiled evilly. "You want fiction from a scientist? Here you go."
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