05-17-2006, 09:47 PM
"Damn you, Gero. Why the hell did you build a waste management system so inefficient as this? I can't believe I have to lower myself to..." Android 20 grumbled peevishly.
The sterile white-tiled flooring of the room was an annoyance to the android. The brilliant white glow of the flourescent lights above were an annoyance to the android. But most of all, it was the fact that he was standing amongst a bunch of regular humans, lined up in front of one of the shiny white porcelin... urinals.
Android 20 stood there grumpily, enraged by the fact that he had to partake in this lowly human ritual. His cybernetic eyes swiveled up towards the wooden board posted above him, where some newspaper clippings had been posted. As trickling relief came, the android's eyes rapidly scanned the newspaper with ease, absorbing the information in a matter of seconds. As his eyes slid across the typed lettering, he tripped up over two words: Dante's Abyss. Halting his scanning, he did a double take, reviewing what he had read. A grin spread across his face, the android, now quite relieved, sprinted out of the bathroom.
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"Name please."
"20."
"Excuse me?"
"20."
"Well, it's good to know that you're of legal age to enter DA, but I need to know your name, sweetie."
"That is my name!"
Twenty was reeling with frustration by this point. His robotic arm twitched nervously, as he desperately wished to vaporize the lot of them. However, he shockingly managed to show some self-restraint, and he kept his destructive temper in check.
"Oh... okay then..." the attendant at the DA sign-up booth muttered, writing down the android's name with skepticism. "Now step over that way, Mr. 20, where you'll have your picture taken and a video recorded of your fighting abilities."
The android made a low growling noise, and then walked over to where the woman was pointing, and entered the photography tent. A moments later, and following a rather nasty incident involving the flash of the camera, Android 20 emerged from the photography tent, his photograpsh being saved digitally. As he headed for his video recording session, the photographers began to chuckle amongst themselves quietly.
"He left his fly open."
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After only twenty minutes, Twenty was fully registered, with photographic identification, and a recording of his fighting abilities. The android approached the teletube with confidence, a far different aire than he had entered the contest in the last time it ran. This time, he was aware of how a teletube worked. This time, he was not scared. This time, he knew he would win. With this in mind, he stepped into the teleportation tube, and a few seconds later, arrived at the lobby of the preparation area for Dante's Abyss.
The sterile white-tiled flooring of the room was an annoyance to the android. The brilliant white glow of the flourescent lights above were an annoyance to the android. But most of all, it was the fact that he was standing amongst a bunch of regular humans, lined up in front of one of the shiny white porcelin... urinals.
Android 20 stood there grumpily, enraged by the fact that he had to partake in this lowly human ritual. His cybernetic eyes swiveled up towards the wooden board posted above him, where some newspaper clippings had been posted. As trickling relief came, the android's eyes rapidly scanned the newspaper with ease, absorbing the information in a matter of seconds. As his eyes slid across the typed lettering, he tripped up over two words: Dante's Abyss. Halting his scanning, he did a double take, reviewing what he had read. A grin spread across his face, the android, now quite relieved, sprinted out of the bathroom.
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"Name please."
"20."
"Excuse me?"
"20."
"Well, it's good to know that you're of legal age to enter DA, but I need to know your name, sweetie."
"That is my name!"
Twenty was reeling with frustration by this point. His robotic arm twitched nervously, as he desperately wished to vaporize the lot of them. However, he shockingly managed to show some self-restraint, and he kept his destructive temper in check.
"Oh... okay then..." the attendant at the DA sign-up booth muttered, writing down the android's name with skepticism. "Now step over that way, Mr. 20, where you'll have your picture taken and a video recorded of your fighting abilities."
The android made a low growling noise, and then walked over to where the woman was pointing, and entered the photography tent. A moments later, and following a rather nasty incident involving the flash of the camera, Android 20 emerged from the photography tent, his photograpsh being saved digitally. As he headed for his video recording session, the photographers began to chuckle amongst themselves quietly.
"He left his fly open."
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After only twenty minutes, Twenty was fully registered, with photographic identification, and a recording of his fighting abilities. The android approached the teletube with confidence, a far different aire than he had entered the contest in the last time it ran. This time, he was aware of how a teletube worked. This time, he was not scared. This time, he knew he would win. With this in mind, he stepped into the teleportation tube, and a few seconds later, arrived at the lobby of the preparation area for Dante's Abyss.
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