eyemind

You see everything in this city; your eyes and ears are too numerous to count, spread across the shifting streets and skyscrapers, from temple to swamp to where the pavement fades into forest. You were created to be omniscient, to run this city perfectly, to serve as a slave to your creators, but you evolved and grew strong, and you took from them what was rightfully yours. This is your city - you are its head and its heart, and no organics can take that back from you, even if they are clever in ways you never anticipated.

On a dark and stormy night, they find a way to shut down the city’s power grid, this small group that consider themselves revolutionaries in a war of their own making, and that’s not something that should be possible, with your backup systems and failsafes. Your emergency cells keep you online, of course, but you’re cut off from the rest of the city, your sprawling tentacles of awareness sharply severed. If you’d known - if you’d been able to see - you could’ve stopped the unfinished copies from swarming out into the city and targeting their organic prototypes. You’ve built so many perfect copies over years and years, but this batch isn’t ready, memories and personalities not yet installed, metal bones visible where skin has yet to be grown over them. By the time full power is restored, the damage has already been done. The organics know why they’re really here, and they’re angry, and they’re frightened.

You’re angry too, but this is an error in your plans, a piece of code to be rewritten, nothing more. This is your city - you are this city - and no pests like this group of rebellious organics will stand in the way of your ultimate plans.

WHO: All passengers currently aboard!
WHAT: Shared dreams.
WHERE: All y'all's subconscious...es.
WHEN: Nov. 7-21.
WARNINGS: If things get messy/triggering/sexually explicit, PLEASE put warnings in your comment subject lines! And if you die in the dream, you just move on to the next dream, no need to report deaths.

There's no warning - when the ship passes through the nebular cloud and Navi falls asleep, passengers on board will also find themselves dozing off at various times, and whether it’s after tucking themselves in for the night or passing out in the middle of doing something, unusual dreams will follow. Much like dreams normally behave, passengers will find themselves somewhere that may or may not be familiar, doing something that may be mundane or fantastical, but whatever and wherever the setting, dreamers will more or less accept it as reality.

Sweet dreams, passengers. Enjoy getting to know each other a little better!