Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2012 0:52:52 GMT -5
*IMPORTANT: THERE WILL BE SWEARING AND EVEN "QUESTIONABLE" ACTIONS AND SCENES IN THIS RP. THE CHARACTERS ARE ADULT AND ACT LIKE IT. IF YOU ARE PERFECTLY FINE WITH THIS, ENJOY.*
If ever confused, consult this (http://news.discovery.com/tech/dattoos-body-art-melds-dna-computing.html) I drew some (or most) inspiration from this, with my own additions. If you have any questions or want to join, message me. Enjoy
-Moderator Alderan o.O
A hooded figure stood over the man in rags and covered in sewage. He a T-glove and zapped the man unconscious. He pulled out the AUSB and then leaned down next to the man. He pulled a barbaric knife from his belt and cut the sleeve at the man’s elbow. Quickly stowing the knife he pressed his thumb to the man’s elbow and watched as the skin coated metal lifted up and then slid out, revealing a USB port. The man inserted the AUSB into the port of the man’s elbow. He clicked the button on it and the AUSB began to glow as a shock ran through the man’s body. After a few seconds the man on the ground stopped breathing, the man who had killed him withdrew the AUSB and closed the port to the fried processor.
He stood up and walked away opening his own processor port and putting the AUSB in his own port. He pushed the switch forward and the information flooded into his Dattoo’s storage. He took the AUSB out, put on a pair of glasses that were partnered to the Dattoo and watched as all the information went by. Afterwards he put away the glasses, dialed a number on his dattoo and put his thumb to his ear and forefinger to his mouth. “Yeah I got another one. Yes a homeless person. Know he didn’t know much just- no trust me he- he had the code alright. Yes THAT code. Alright sir, will do.”
*******(COMPLETELY SEPARATE FROM ABOVE, NOT EVEN MOTELY RELATED)****
Mark slowly awoke as the insidious noise permeated his dream, seeming to come from inside his head. Oh wait... Mark thought to himself as he sat up straight and brushed his hand across his left arm, activating the device. The once skin colored screen glowed a bright blue and flashed red as he pressed a button and the noise inside his head stopped and the screen returned to blue, the numbers 11:45 in white.
As he stood he waved his hand over an area on the device and a hologram of his room flew into the hair, he hit the bathroom door twice and to his right it opened up. He walked into the bathroom, his hand tapping constantly against the touch screen, reading the shower, the door to the shower slid open as he stepped in and he put his hand with the digital tattoo in its designated slot. “Would you like your dattoo removed today sir?” the voice of the computer asked from the screen to the right of the dattoo holder.
“Yes,” he said and then felt his hand cool and warm and heard the buzzing and sound of water running as the machine did its work. He selected the normal wash for the rest of his body on the screen and stood there while the shower did the rest. He stood there for a while, while the fans did their drying, and then pulled his hand out. He was always amazed when it came out, sleek and smooth, no gaping whole where technology had to be dug out of. The only difference between his left and right arm were that his left was hairless. He constantly had to remind himself that it literally was a digital tattoo. No implants.
After getting dressed he made his way to the main screen in the kitchen area. It was where he did most of his ordering, and had its own Dattoo applicant to accompany it. He put his left arm in the whole and tapped on the screen. He selected the design from the uploaded sketches he had made earlier and then selected it to be applied to the new update. As he selected for it to be attached to his arm, he looked up at the news segment up at the corner of the screen. “Dattoo Incorporated has just released that Dattoo J-20 will be released within a week.”
God... he was just getting J-19 implanted and they were already talking about the next release. A couple buzzes, a whirl here, and a final zap and his arm was freed. He pulled it out and looked at it. Besides the changes he had personally made, not much difference from the J-18. A faster processor, more data storage before you had to unload, that was about it. J-20, that’s where the advances were, apparently you’d be able to have a conversation with someone by just sending your thoughts. Though why you’d want to do that escaped him.
The Dattoos only went to 20 of each letter before they moved on to the next. Started with A-1. J-20. Wow, they had already gone through 200 in the 170 years since its creation. Once those still born without the processors had died off, it increased from once a year to twice, to almost every month. A couple more hand flicks in the air and his apartment door was open. Next stop, the bar.
With a scotch on the rocks in a glass off to the side he went to work on his dattoo. It was something he always did when he was out in public. Put on his accompanying glasses that received a signal from the dattoo and then displayed images across it. It made it so that his work was kept secret from those around him. But in the case of a bar, where he had his back turned to so many, it had only one purpose. It didn’t take him long to hack into the security system of the bar. And the glasses made it so that the bartender couldn’t see what he was doing. He swirled the camera around, zoomed in, and then took a drink as he got the shot he was looking for.
That was when he saw it, the man walking up behind him, shoulders slouched, stature drooped. The man was drunk. It was obvious. But how drunk? “Drunk enough to make a mistake,” Mark thought to himself as he watched the man take a step closer to him. He tossed back the last bit of scotch, flipped the glass upside down on the table and crushed his hand. He flexed his left hand into a fist, shutting the connection between the glasses and the Dattoo as he turned around. He brought his right hand into the man’s face and let the glass embed itself in the man’s face.
All traces of being drunk left the man’s face as he touched his hand to where Mark had hit him. Everyone in the nation had self-defense programs downloaded and applied. In fact they hall carried Tazer gloves or T-gloves, designed to ward off an attacker by knocking him out on contact. Sure people who got in fights were used to being shut off. Used to waking up and not knowing how many days had passed or where you were. But pain? Pain was not something they were used to.
And then Mark said something that only someone like him would know. A way to signal he had downloaded more combat programs than the man in front of him could dream of. “Yippy Kiyay motherfucker,” he said as he calmed his breathing and took a Kungfu position. The look on the man’s face was exactly what he had hoped for. In his eyes it showed the recognition of something. That the man remembered one law. One important rule to survival. Never, ever, fuck with hackers. And with that, the man fled. It wasn’t until after all of that, with Mark sitting back at the bar, that he realized a woman had been watching him the entire time.
If ever confused, consult this (http://news.discovery.com/tech/dattoos-body-art-melds-dna-computing.html) I drew some (or most) inspiration from this, with my own additions. If you have any questions or want to join, message me. Enjoy
-Moderator Alderan o.O
A hooded figure stood over the man in rags and covered in sewage. He a T-glove and zapped the man unconscious. He pulled out the AUSB and then leaned down next to the man. He pulled a barbaric knife from his belt and cut the sleeve at the man’s elbow. Quickly stowing the knife he pressed his thumb to the man’s elbow and watched as the skin coated metal lifted up and then slid out, revealing a USB port. The man inserted the AUSB into the port of the man’s elbow. He clicked the button on it and the AUSB began to glow as a shock ran through the man’s body. After a few seconds the man on the ground stopped breathing, the man who had killed him withdrew the AUSB and closed the port to the fried processor.
He stood up and walked away opening his own processor port and putting the AUSB in his own port. He pushed the switch forward and the information flooded into his Dattoo’s storage. He took the AUSB out, put on a pair of glasses that were partnered to the Dattoo and watched as all the information went by. Afterwards he put away the glasses, dialed a number on his dattoo and put his thumb to his ear and forefinger to his mouth. “Yeah I got another one. Yes a homeless person. Know he didn’t know much just- no trust me he- he had the code alright. Yes THAT code. Alright sir, will do.”
*******(COMPLETELY SEPARATE FROM ABOVE, NOT EVEN MOTELY RELATED)****
Mark slowly awoke as the insidious noise permeated his dream, seeming to come from inside his head. Oh wait... Mark thought to himself as he sat up straight and brushed his hand across his left arm, activating the device. The once skin colored screen glowed a bright blue and flashed red as he pressed a button and the noise inside his head stopped and the screen returned to blue, the numbers 11:45 in white.
As he stood he waved his hand over an area on the device and a hologram of his room flew into the hair, he hit the bathroom door twice and to his right it opened up. He walked into the bathroom, his hand tapping constantly against the touch screen, reading the shower, the door to the shower slid open as he stepped in and he put his hand with the digital tattoo in its designated slot. “Would you like your dattoo removed today sir?” the voice of the computer asked from the screen to the right of the dattoo holder.
“Yes,” he said and then felt his hand cool and warm and heard the buzzing and sound of water running as the machine did its work. He selected the normal wash for the rest of his body on the screen and stood there while the shower did the rest. He stood there for a while, while the fans did their drying, and then pulled his hand out. He was always amazed when it came out, sleek and smooth, no gaping whole where technology had to be dug out of. The only difference between his left and right arm were that his left was hairless. He constantly had to remind himself that it literally was a digital tattoo. No implants.
After getting dressed he made his way to the main screen in the kitchen area. It was where he did most of his ordering, and had its own Dattoo applicant to accompany it. He put his left arm in the whole and tapped on the screen. He selected the design from the uploaded sketches he had made earlier and then selected it to be applied to the new update. As he selected for it to be attached to his arm, he looked up at the news segment up at the corner of the screen. “Dattoo Incorporated has just released that Dattoo J-20 will be released within a week.”
God... he was just getting J-19 implanted and they were already talking about the next release. A couple buzzes, a whirl here, and a final zap and his arm was freed. He pulled it out and looked at it. Besides the changes he had personally made, not much difference from the J-18. A faster processor, more data storage before you had to unload, that was about it. J-20, that’s where the advances were, apparently you’d be able to have a conversation with someone by just sending your thoughts. Though why you’d want to do that escaped him.
The Dattoos only went to 20 of each letter before they moved on to the next. Started with A-1. J-20. Wow, they had already gone through 200 in the 170 years since its creation. Once those still born without the processors had died off, it increased from once a year to twice, to almost every month. A couple more hand flicks in the air and his apartment door was open. Next stop, the bar.
With a scotch on the rocks in a glass off to the side he went to work on his dattoo. It was something he always did when he was out in public. Put on his accompanying glasses that received a signal from the dattoo and then displayed images across it. It made it so that his work was kept secret from those around him. But in the case of a bar, where he had his back turned to so many, it had only one purpose. It didn’t take him long to hack into the security system of the bar. And the glasses made it so that the bartender couldn’t see what he was doing. He swirled the camera around, zoomed in, and then took a drink as he got the shot he was looking for.
That was when he saw it, the man walking up behind him, shoulders slouched, stature drooped. The man was drunk. It was obvious. But how drunk? “Drunk enough to make a mistake,” Mark thought to himself as he watched the man take a step closer to him. He tossed back the last bit of scotch, flipped the glass upside down on the table and crushed his hand. He flexed his left hand into a fist, shutting the connection between the glasses and the Dattoo as he turned around. He brought his right hand into the man’s face and let the glass embed itself in the man’s face.
All traces of being drunk left the man’s face as he touched his hand to where Mark had hit him. Everyone in the nation had self-defense programs downloaded and applied. In fact they hall carried Tazer gloves or T-gloves, designed to ward off an attacker by knocking him out on contact. Sure people who got in fights were used to being shut off. Used to waking up and not knowing how many days had passed or where you were. But pain? Pain was not something they were used to.
And then Mark said something that only someone like him would know. A way to signal he had downloaded more combat programs than the man in front of him could dream of. “Yippy Kiyay motherfucker,” he said as he calmed his breathing and took a Kungfu position. The look on the man’s face was exactly what he had hoped for. In his eyes it showed the recognition of something. That the man remembered one law. One important rule to survival. Never, ever, fuck with hackers. And with that, the man fled. It wasn’t until after all of that, with Mark sitting back at the bar, that he realized a woman had been watching him the entire time.
and that kills me