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Rocket Girl and Crimson Scarf Origin
The day had started out crappy like any other. Woke up to find milk way past due(either that of I had secretly replaced it with extract of sweat socks), a second notice from the landlord about wanting his payment right away and then I realized my clocks battery had stopped and I was going to be massively late to work. And I coudlnt afford to lose this job as right now that was the only thing I could get. As much as I hated being a delivery girl for Planet Express it paid seem bills and it saved her from working in fast food and wanting to drown herself in the fryer every 10 minutes. She arrived at work and lucked out to find her boss busy in a meeting so she quickly grabbed some deliveries and headed out before he could chew her out. But first a stop at the Juicy Breast, the best chicken joint in the city. She managed to eat 2 pieces and make a few deliveries before the disaster. Some dumb old lady who apparently cant tell the difference between a crosswalk and streetlight walked out right in front of her and if she hadnt hit a spin-out she would have run the lady over. And the lady just waved at her as she turtled past. What a biatch. And DAMN her drink lid had popped off and spilled over the paper with location for her last delivery. She couldnt very well go back to work and ask them for another set so she would have to try and decipher it best as she could. 12-36 W. -abbit Ave. Ah It must be Babbit Avenue she thought to herself as the R was now undistinguishable from a B. She would only learn these things later but this simple mistake would dramatically change her life.
She pulled out a map to look up the map as she was not familiar with area. It was a mostly old industrial area in the more run down part of town. But a delivery was a delivery. She pulled up to what appeared to be a deserted building surrounded by rusty fences, weeds growing from cracks and the occasional mangy stray cat. But she saw 2 cars parked down the way and surmised their must actually be someone their despite the appearance to accept her delivery. Carefully stepping over the broken glass and discarded needles she made her way to the main entrance. She knocked but got no response. So she tried to push it open and to her surprise after a little exertion it gave way and open. She was immediately met with a stench of dry dustiness and spoiled food stuffs. She started to worry that she was wrong when she heard voices and saw a light down the hall and set off down the way. As she approached the door she heard the voices coming from inside.
“We don’t like rats Jimmy. We know you sang to the D.A. and Boss Drago wants to make sure remember that. Get the blowtorch. I think Jimmy is up for a few more rounds”
At that she was too astonished and the package slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor. The men in the room heard it and reacted instantly grabbing their guns and heading out into the hallway. They spotted her and the one in charge ordered them to shoot her. Bullets whizzed by her head and she took off running not knowing where to go but knew she had to get away before.. Before. This should not be happening she thought. What did I do to deserve this. This is so not my day. She found herself running out of places to run and she barricaded herself in a room to think but she knew it was only a matter of time before they broke through and got her. On top of it she realized that one of the bullets had hits its mark. It had been a clean shot in and out but still she was bleeding and needed something to use as a tourniquet. She saw a case that had a scarf and she took a weight and smashed it and grabbed it out and wrapped it a strip of it around her arm. She then thought of a quick plan and pushed a cabinet over towards the airvent and climbed through the ducts and then dropped behind the man and took the one chance she had grabbing a chain she saw and tried to eliminate those movie scenes and leapt off the catwalk and aimed for the other side of the warehouse. But as usual things for her did not go as planned. Less than a third across the men saw her and opened fire. And although they missed her she lost her grip and went flying into one of the vats. The men laughed and then once they saw the label denoting the contents of the vat as acid and walked away. Thankfully it was apparent that none of these men had passed high school science or they would have known that although she might have a rather distinct smell after this, it was not the kind of acid that would leave her screaming as the flesh melted off her skin. This was the kind of Acid that people used all the time often on the french fires, Acetic acid aka Vinegar but although it was not going to hurt her it still looked bleak as she was likely to drown long before she could escape. She tried to tread but her strength began to fail her and her vision started to go black and all she could think was how every time she thought her day couldnt get worse it did well not any more as this was it. And with her last flicker of life passed from her and she passed on.
Hours later she awoke to find herself in an area that she could clearly was neither heaven nor hell and her first thought was confusion. If she wasnt dead how was she alive and how did she get out of the vat. Her answer to both of her questions were quickly answered as a robot stepped out of the shadows and stared down at her. Before she could say anything the robot went over and checked seem vitals on a machine and then unhooked her.
“Thank you, but how did you come to find me here?”
“Quite simple when you removed the cloth you activated the plants security systems, but they have long since been dismantled. But they did reawaken me and I decided to go and look into things”
“The cloth?? What is so special about it?”
“Ah you see that was the side project for the owners of the company. It was a nanofiber weave
that was supposed to be near indestructible and self repairing but they never finished it before the place went belly up, in most part due to me”
“You what did you do that could cripple the company.”
“Well its not what I did but what I was supposed to do. I was intended to be the next generation of sex bot and the company had put all their money into marketing and selling me but due to a sloppy programmer, instead of saving the company I euthanized it. Where he was supposed to code in sex as a primary programming instead he slipped up in and put vex. And quite frankly men don’t turn to robots for frustration and headaches they get enough fo that from real women which is why they go this way in the first place. So I was scrapped and most models were torn down for scarp but I was left behind because boss had a soft spot for me. And their I sat till you reactivated me and I pulled you from the tank.”
“Well thank you for saving me”
“Well I cant claim complete credit for that. A lot of that can be attributed to the scarf. I see you are puzzled. You see when I said it was a nano weave it meant that scarf was made up of tons of microscopic machines. When you placed it against your open wound they invaded your bloodstream and changed your body.”
“They changed my body how. What have I become?????”
“Don’t worry it is nothing adverse. You have merely had all your physical attributes taken to peek human capacity while downloading into you the archetypal skills from the programmers favorite video game “Super Princess Ninja Zombie Slayer 2".
LMK what you think
I decided to take the robot home with me not knowing what else to do with her and she in turn taught me how to sue my powers and I made a choice to try and bring down those men who had killed that innocent in that warehouse that day and tried to kill me. And it was on that day that I learned the truth about the city. About the syndicate who controlled the town and just what connections they had. And my new friend Vexa the Robot girl was able to hack into the computer database of one gang and I learned the truth about why my parents died. They were targeted not in seem random senseless killing but an ordered hit by the mysterious boss of the syndicate who was only known as The Masque. And from that day forth I was of a single minded devotion to tear down the gang and avenge my parents
The day had started out crappy like any other. Woke up to find milk way past due(either that of I had secretly replaced it with extract of sweat socks), a second notice from the landlord about wanting his payment right away and then I realized my clocks battery had stopped and I was going to be massively late to work. And I coudlnt afford to lose this job as right now that was the only thing I could get. As much as I hated being a delivery girl for Planet Express it paid seem bills and it saved her from working in fast food and wanting to drown herself in the fryer every 10 minutes. She arrived at work and lucked out to find her boss busy in a meeting so she quickly grabbed some deliveries and headed out before he could chew her out. But first a stop at the Juicy Breast, the best chicken joint in the city. She managed to eat 2 pieces and make a few deliveries before the disaster. Some dumb old lady who apparently cant tell the difference between a crosswalk and streetlight walked out right in front of her and if she hadnt hit a spin-out she would have run the lady over. And the lady just waved at her as she turtled past. What a biatch. And DAMN her drink lid had popped off and spilled over the paper with location for her last delivery. She couldnt very well go back to work and ask them for another set so she would have to try and decipher it best as she could. 12-36 W. -abbit Ave. Ah It must be Babbit Avenue she thought to herself as the R was now undistinguishable from a B. She would only learn these things later but this simple mistake would dramatically change her life.
She pulled out a map to look up the map as she was not familiar with area. It was a mostly old industrial area in the more run down part of town. But a delivery was a delivery. She pulled up to what appeared to be a deserted building surrounded by rusty fences, weeds growing from cracks and the occasional mangy stray cat. But she saw 2 cars parked down the way and surmised their must actually be someone their despite the appearance to accept her delivery. Carefully stepping over the broken glass and discarded needles she made her way to the main entrance. She knocked but got no response. So she tried to push it open and to her surprise after a little exertion it gave way and open. She was immediately met with a stench of dry dustiness and spoiled food stuffs. She started to worry that she was wrong when she heard voices and saw a light down the hall and set off down the way. As she approached the door she heard the voices coming from inside.
“We don’t like rats Jimmy. We know you sang to the D.A. and Boss Drago wants to make sure remember that. Get the blowtorch. I think Jimmy is up for a few more rounds”
At that she was too astonished and the package slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor. The men in the room heard it and reacted instantly grabbing their guns and heading out into the hallway. They spotted her and the one in charge ordered them to shoot her. Bullets whizzed by her head and she took off running not knowing where to go but knew she had to get away before.. Before. This should not be happening she thought. What did I do to deserve this. This is so not my day. She found herself running out of places to run and she barricaded herself in a room to think but she knew it was only a matter of time before they broke through and got her. On top of it she realized that one of the bullets had hits its mark. It had been a clean shot in and out but still she was bleeding and needed something to use as a tourniquet. She saw a case that had a scarf and she took a weight and smashed it and grabbed it out and wrapped it a strip of it around her arm. She then thought of a quick plan and pushed a cabinet over towards the airvent and climbed through the ducts and then dropped behind the man and took the one chance she had grabbing a chain she saw and tried to eliminate those movie scenes and leapt off the catwalk and aimed for the other side of the warehouse. But as usual things for her did not go as planned. Less than a third across the men saw her and opened fire. And although they missed her she lost her grip and went flying into one of the vats. The men laughed and then once they saw the label denoting the contents of the vat as acid and walked away. Thankfully it was apparent that none of these men had passed high school science or they would have known that although she might have a rather distinct smell after this, it was not the kind of acid that would leave her screaming as the flesh melted off her skin. This was the kind of Acid that people used all the time often on the french fires, Acetic acid aka Vinegar but although it was not going to hurt her it still looked bleak as she was likely to drown long before she could escape. She tried to tread but her strength began to fail her and her vision started to go black and all she could think was how every time she thought her day couldnt get worse it did well not any more as this was it. And with her last flicker of life passed from her and she passed on.
Hours later she awoke to find herself in an area that she could clearly was neither heaven nor hell and her first thought was confusion. If she wasnt dead how was she alive and how did she get out of the vat. Her answer to both of her questions were quickly answered as a robot stepped out of the shadows and stared down at her. Before she could say anything the robot went over and checked seem vitals on a machine and then unhooked her.
“Thank you, but how did you come to find me here?”
“Quite simple when you removed the cloth you activated the plants security systems, but they have long since been dismantled. But they did reawaken me and I decided to go and look into things”
“The cloth?? What is so special about it?”
“Ah you see that was the side project for the owners of the company. It was a nanofiber weave
that was supposed to be near indestructible and self repairing but they never finished it before the place went belly up, in most part due to me”
“You what did you do that could cripple the company.”
“Well its not what I did but what I was supposed to do. I was intended to be the next generation of sex bot and the company had put all their money into marketing and selling me but due to a sloppy programmer, instead of saving the company I euthanized it. Where he was supposed to code in sex as a primary programming instead he slipped up in and put vex. And quite frankly men don’t turn to robots for frustration and headaches they get enough fo that from real women which is why they go this way in the first place. So I was scrapped and most models were torn down for scarp but I was left behind because boss had a soft spot for me. And their I sat till you reactivated me and I pulled you from the tank.”
“Well thank you for saving me”
“Well I cant claim complete credit for that. A lot of that can be attributed to the scarf. I see you are puzzled. You see when I said it was a nano weave it meant that scarf was made up of tons of microscopic machines. When you placed it against your open wound they invaded your bloodstream and changed your body.”
“They changed my body how. What have I become?????”
“Don’t worry it is nothing adverse. You have merely had all your physical attributes taken to peek human capacity while downloading into you the archetypal skills from the programmers favorite video game “Super Princess Ninja Zombie Slayer 2".
LMK what you think
I decided to take the robot home with me not knowing what else to do with her and she in turn taught me how to sue my powers and I made a choice to try and bring down those men who had killed that innocent in that warehouse that day and tried to kill me. And it was on that day that I learned the truth about the city. About the syndicate who controlled the town and just what connections they had. And my new friend Vexa the Robot girl was able to hack into the computer database of one gang and I learned the truth about why my parents died. They were targeted not in seem random senseless killing but an ordered hit by the mysterious boss of the syndicate who was only known as The Masque. And from that day forth I was of a single minded devotion to tear down the gang and avenge my parents
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Cool...that answers a little about her backstory! I would love to know more about CS and RG!