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/bootleg/ Jolly Twinkles

Jul 10th, 2018
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  1. >Be homeless, living in a small community of people in similar circumstances in the storm tunnels
  2. >under the big city. You'd formerly worked as a tech fixing personal assistance robots but had been
  3. >muscled out by H1B labor. At least you'd trained your replacement to stick forks in outlets first.
  4. >Your zone consists of a stocked toolbox, a bedroll and some festive light strings and batteries for light
  5. >Be jealous of the city folks above, followed by or chatting with their service bots of various form
  6. >You know what you want, though. And one day you spot one. A toy Buttercup pony. One of the famously
  7. >creepy, full-size plastic ponies doting fathers bought for their spoiled daughters in leau of a real one.
  8. >You nab it from the dumpster it's sticking out of, retreating back down into your fetid lair.
  9. >Weeks pass as you gather parts. Four power window motors from abandoned cars. Other small motors.
  10. >A couple of webcams. Some computer bits, a working drive, a main control board for a tolerably advanced bot,
  11. >a couple of the newer graphine-lithium power packs for electric bikes- You figured the owners
  12. >could do with a bit of extra excercise anyhow and you needed them more.
  13. >Your work doesn't interest your companions, but consumes your time totally. The final touch
  14. >is torrenting the latest open-source compile of a quadruped OS with a "Cute Pet Pony" overlay to
  15. >a POS laptop from an open wifi. That took several days more.
  16. >At last the moment of truth. The horrifying looking skeleton, bedecked in old nuts and bolts and
  17. >hinges and motors and everything else stands before you in the dim, multicolored light.
  18. >You snap one battery pack onto one ass-cheek hipbone, then the other.
  19. >You throw the switch.
  20. >A few LEDs throughout the works light up, along with the tiny screen atop the brain-board.
  21. >It's loading off it's chip-drive, then whirls up it's main.
  22. >The naked eyeballs, each sporting an oversize camera lens, sweep around, gazing finally on you.
  23. >"GENDER?" it asks, in monotone. You're used to the bios setup on these by now.
  24. Female.
  25. >"NAME?"
  26. Jolly Twinkles.
  27. >you tell it, having decided on that while gazing at it's mangy, pre-modified form. It was ironic
  28. >and perfect for it. "OWNER NAME?"
  29. Anon.
  30. >"PRIMARY FUNCTION?"
  31. General Purpose.
  32. >"LAUNCHING POWER ON SELF TEST."
  33. >You watch with interest and no small bit of concern as the pony-bot begins a series of twitches
  34. >and shudders, turning it's head oddly, picking up and dropping feet, whisking it's horrid plastic
  35. >whip of a tail. Finally it announces, "TESTS OK. LAUNCHING PERSONALITY."
  36. >clicks and whirs from the drive ensue. Then the abomination announces, "Hi! I'm Jolly Twinkles!
  37. >Will you be my friend?"
  38. Absolutely. Let me just dress you back in your fur.
  39. >You pull it's mangy-looking furry cloth "skin" back over it, snapping the snaps as you go.
  40. >Finally it's done, except for one thing.
  41. >You strap on a funky "saddle" you'd made for it, carrying a solar panel you'd liberated off
  42. >a bus-stop some months back, and plug the lead into a hole in the pony's coat just under the
  43. >panel.
  44. That'll keep you going. Try to stand in direct sunlight whenever possible.
  45. >"I understand, Anon Master."
  46. >While your new friend has oddly slow-moving facial expressions and makes alot of noise when
  47. >she walks, you feel alot more comfortable out in the press of bodies of society. Having a
  48. >personal robot meant you were someone again, even if she was odd looking. She even
  49. >gets some admiring glances from folks who realize what she really is- And what it took to
  50. >create her. As for Jolly herself, she understands on some level that whatever she is, she's
  51. >happy to be out and being useful rather than just more landfill.
  52. >One day, you're eating an almost perfect burger you found while sitting on a bench in the
  53. >park. A man sits down next to you, reading a paper. Jolly struts past, dropping another news
  54. >paper onto the bench by you. It's got a bit of guck on it but it's readable, so you begin to
  55. >open it up.
  56. >"Is that yours?" the man asks, gesturing to Jolly.
  57. Sure is, built 'er myself.
  58. >"Really. You live around here?"
  59. Under here actually. I'm downwardly mobile ya see. I drift. A free spirit-
  60. >"You got muscled out of your tech job by someone willing to work for one tenth a living wage?"
  61. Yes that too.
  62. >"Tell ya what. I've been fairly successful lately, and I've been looking for someone who
  63. >understands how to make custom machines on a budget. How would you like..."
  64. >Time passes
  65. >"Time to get up, Anon Master!" Jolly scolds, poking you with her furry but hard plastic
  66. >muzzle.
  67. Thanks Jolly.
  68. >"Breakfast is on the table. Boss Master wanted you up at least by noon, he has more designs
  69. >to go over with you."
  70. Thanks, Jolly, let me just get dressed and I'll be out to eat.
  71. >"Yes Anon Master."
  72. >You watch her as she walks away, motors whirring. Living in a guest house on a large estate
  73. >was turning out pretty nice- Along with being able to build projects of your own in between
  74. >those your host asked of you. But Jolly would forever remain your favorite.
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