Portal Breach: The Collision of Worlds :: v.4.0


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    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun Feb 12, 2017 2:13 pm

    Time: Afternoon
    Date: February 12, 0007

    ”Go to the board, the rest will fall into place just fine.”

    ”You’re sure?”

    KARR replied from where he sat on the edge of the curb, his amber scanner pacing from side to side. His synthetic voice took on a reassuring, confident tone; ”Certainly,  I project a possibility of at least seventy-four percent that someone will respond to our ad.”

    The one he was talking to in question was a slovenly dressed man, with sagging pants, and a loose fitting white T-shirt with a few odd stains around the bottom of it, it was clear his usual places were outside of the ISO’s jurisdiction. He reached a skinny, pale arm up to scratch at his short cut, dirt-brown hair. His slim face pulled itself into an expression that suggested he was not too sure about the entire situation, but he had gone too far down this particular rabbit hole to pull out now.

    The talking car had been surprisingly persuasive.

    ”Alright then, if you say so.” He replied, and his other hand reached up to place a slip of freshly printed paper against the multicolored wall of flyers.

    Black ink sat starkly upon the white paper, its edges perforated like it had come out of some ancient computer printer, like in the old sci-fi movies the kid sometimes caught glimpses of when surfing the TV stations. He pressed it against the wall, and reached down to pull out a pin from an older flyer further down on the board. It was a personal ad for a cleaning service, complete with phone number tags to pull off in case anyone had been interested. Given the ink had nearly run off the paper completely from months of sitting in the elements, and all but one phone number tag remained on the tattered edge; there was a high chance that no one would be interested in Miss Darleen’s maid services.

    Even so, when the pin was removed, the ancient flyer still stuck to the board, glued in place from sitting so long in the sun and rain.

    The kid pressed the pin into the top of the paper of what apparently was their joint effort of an advertisement, and stepped back to look at the two-toned trans-am that was waiting, and watching.

    ”How is this?” He asked, jabbing a thumb towards the ad.

    ”Perfect, Leroy. Perfect. KARR purred, but not a moment after, the twiggy boy spoke up again.

    ”So, ah, what now?” Leroy asked, clearly his lack of experience -or perhaps smarts- was likely how he got himself into this situation to begin with.

    KARR popped open the driver’s side door with a dull, hydraulic hiss, the action nearly beckoning.

    ”Simple, my boy. We wait.” Came his synthesized reply, ”Come, there is still much to do before we are to expect any potential interest.”

    The kid did not seem too pleased to be called “boy”, but he was not about to argue with a talking, self-driving car that was filled to the brim with tech that he could barely comprehend, let alone pronounce.  For much of their brief partnership, KARR had realized he needed to shorten and simplify his statements in order for Leroy to keep up. With a lack of a true educational system in this city, literacy, he found, was a rare trait in the Outer City. But, it was a boon for finding a simple mind who was interested in a little quick cash without any consideration for potential ill consequence.

    Leroy sniffed and walked back over to the driver’s side door, slipping into the seat as KARR closed the door in behind him. Then, with a powerful whirr of his turbines, he drove off, leaving the flyer to rustle in his after-wind.

    As the air settled, the fresh black ink read clearly for any and all passerbys to see.


    SUPERCAR FOR SALE


    Look no further for the car and deal of your dreams! This 1982 Trans-Am is heavily modified for speed and power. Complete with a turbine engine capable of generating speeds up to 300 mph, a durable alloy shell, and plenty of tech; this vehicle is equipped for nearly any and all situations, and is designed for virtually every condition on earth.

    Its tires are puncture-proof, and its body is dent, scratch, and crash-proof.

    Notes:
    -Has had previous owners
    -Very handsome black and silver paint
    -Sleek
    -Will kick back if you kick the tires


    If interested, please contact Leroy at the following address to negotiate a price. NOTHING UNDER 1000 CREDITS:

    5667 Bit Mile Rd. Outer District.




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    Re: Advertisement: Car For Sale

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Mar 11, 2017 9:47 pm

    Time: Afternoon
    Date: March 11, 0007

    A month had passed, and no matter the amount of reassurances KARR had given, Leroy found no one coming up to the door of his run down bungalow. Snow fell, rain washed it away a few days after, winds blew, and the sun rose and fell in the sky. Yet, there was no change to the seemingly perpetual disinterest in their ad.

    ”Didn’t you say something like a seventy percent chance that someone would want to buy you?” He said to the two-toned trans-am, glancing over to where it idled alongside him as he walked down the pavement.

    The yellow scanner on the car’s nose paced to either side as it usually did, softly droning alongside its hypnotic pulsing. The two of them had long since passed out of the chaotic outer district, and were nearing the expansive bulletin board that sat at the city’s center. Leroy huffed and pulled his wind breaker a little closer around his chest. He was none too enthused with the weather, but there was something that struck him odd about sitting in a car that could drive itself and talk. The man preferred to walk while he puzzled out the oddity that was rolling next to him.

    ”Seventy-four, Leroy.” KARR flatly replied, ”Even so, someone may have simply read the directions wrong and put a contact number on the ad instead, or it even might have been accidentally removed or covered up.”

    Leroy sighed and rolled his eyes at the car’s reassurances. It was not that they did not make sense, but he had heard the same thing week after week while they waited for someone to come by. Each week, that car was sitting in his garage -which better resembled a run down shack. It sucked on his electricity and did absolutely nothing aside from bend his ears with idle talk and promises. The black and silver machine could not even draw a single buyer.

    And he knew the real reason why.

    "No, its because the address went into the ghettos. Look at this place, do you think anyone would want to leave here and go there?" Leroy commented, finding the idea of anyone misinterpreting the ad when the reality was right there in front of them absolutely ridiculous.

    Any idiot could tell just from looking past the border of the ISO’s jurisdiction that the Outer District was a complete shit hole. Iron bars were placed over the windows, many of the houses were boarded up and abandoned; and gangs ran rampant in their constant vying to rule their territories and expand. A number of places were even partially burned and demolished like as if a bomb had been dropped on them! None of these people would take their money or business out of this shining, well-guarded part of the metropolis to that first circle of hell. Not unless there was a damn good opportunity to take advantage of.

    ”If anything, I would think you were hoping to meet up with someone who might have recognized you.” He considered, and his dark eyes flicked over towards the vehicle.

    Interestingly, the usually talkative machine was quiet. Leroy quirked a brow and shrugged.

    ”Is that what this is about? You looking for someone?”

    ”No.” The AI’s tone did not give away any hints that could discern whether it was speaking the truth or lying. ”This is about finding me a new driver, and getting you something in return.”

    Leeroy sighed and turned his gaze ahead once more, steam jetting from his nostrils in a sigh. Whatever the machine said, he supposed. Leroy was only in this for some pay. Speaking of which, the bulletin board was just ahead. Eager to get this over-with, and prove the robot wrong, the young dishelved looking man quickened his pace, and the car followed in behind him. He could hear the turbines whirring as they accelerated slightly to match his pace.

    The board looked as it usually did, covered in flyers both new and old so densely that he swore half of the board’s bulk had to be made up of old papers that had been glued together with age and weather. But that was the problem, not much of it had changed at all. There were barely any new ads, no new requests for help or even a “come to the park in 20 minutes if you want to throw down.” scrawled messily in black marker on the back of a hamburger wrap. Their little flyer was still up, albeit slightly bleached from sitting in the sun for a month.

    Leroy’s thin face pulled into a frown. The bleaching was the only noticeable change on the whole thing. No one wrote down a contact number or address, no one was interested.

    ”It seems I underestimated the lack of interest that this city has for owning vehicles.” KARR spoke up as he scanned the ad as well. In California, there were plenty who would come running to buy up a car like him.

    "No shit.” Leroy muttered, stepping away from the board to look at the Trans-am that was sitting up against the curb. ”Well, what now, since your plan just crashed from a seventy-four percent to a flat zero?”

    The car just sat there for a long while, just as silent as it had been before. Leroy ran a hand over his brown hair. He was standing here in the middle of the city, bickering with a car. He was bickering with a car he had partnered with on a strange sort of failed car-selling deal. he pursed his lips and huffed, before turning and starting to walk back down the way he had came.

    ”Y’know what? I don’t think I want to know.” He commented over his shoulder. This month had been weird enough already as is.

    He heard the familiar whine of a turbine further back, and the man refused the reflex to look over his shoulder at it. It was just going to drive past him, it was going to pass him, and drive off out of sight, out of mind, out of his life. He wished that was the case, as the car came to idle right alongside him again.

    ”Leroy-”

    ”No, no way.” Leroy spat, and broke into a run down the sidewalk.

    KARR only accelerated along with him, matching his speed as he jogged down the pavement. The man glanced down at the car, its pacing yellow light that pulsated to either side along its nose.

    ”Leroy, you are being far too hasty about this. What does it matter if some person from the inner city did not want to visit? It was merely a miscalculation and above all a very brief setback. There is no need to end our little partnership just yet.” The AI argued as he kept following. ”I can get you the money you need to get out of the ghettos, we can get enough to afford that apartment you had your eye on, the penthouse on 144th Byte Avenue. But you need to stop being so damn pessimistic, Leroy.”

    ”Yeah, I bet.” Leroy curtly snapped between breaths.

    ”I mean it Leroy, this time will be far different.” KARR replied, undeterred. ”Stop running and talk about this. Come on Leroy.”

    Leroy’s brow furrowed, but kept running. Already his legs were starting to burn as they passed the first block. The man frowned as he looked over at the car that was effortlessly cruising beside him.

    Leroy. The Trans-Am urged, ”You cannot expect to get what you dream of by yourself, you have no job, you do not have enough to even afford your own transportation, and there are no opportunities in that slum that will pay you close to what you need. Think, Leroy. Stop this foolishness before you exhaust yourself.”

    The man’s lip drew itself into a thin, tight line, and the AI could see him puzzling over the offer as he puffed through flared nostrils. Dark brown eyes glanced over at the trans-am again, and he started to slow down from his jogging to a brisk walk. He breathed sharply through his nose, looking at the car and then past it to the next street over, as if checking to make sure no one was watching. He chewed his lip slightly and turned his attention back to the car.

    ”Fine.” He relented, albeit begrudgingly. ”Fine, I’ll hear you out. But you better have a damn good idea.”

    ”That’s the spirit, Leroy.” The driver’s side door swung itself open wide in an inviting gesture that was nearly as warm as the tone KARR had upon his synthetic voice. ”Get in, we can talk about this over a couple of beers. I am buying.”

    That was all Leroy needed to hear, as he walked over to the offered seat and slipped into the Tran-Am’s plush cabin. The moment the door shut, the black and silver car was merely a glossy dot on the horizon within two seconds.

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