ETL 1.1: Every Wave To Ever Rise

1.1
"Every Wave To Ever Rise"
> Ugh.
> You lay in a small, pod-shaped bed.
> The room around you in a uniform off-white color, with minimal lighting lining the walls. You have a couple posters of some local musicians.
> You put your hands over your eyes, rubbing them profusely.
> Your hands are actually robotic in a sense. They're dark grey orbs with slim, pointy fingers connected to them.
> You limply move your body upwards, staring at the wall.
> Your ears twitch a little bit. They're nubby and small.
> You turn to your bedside, your legs kicking themselves off from the covers.
> You look at the wall. There's a mirror hung on the wall, next to an oval window.
> You look at it and see...well...
> It's you.
> Your eyes are regular size, with light hexagonal imprints.
> Your fur is a striped pattern of yellow and black, your belly covered in light yellow fur.
> Some people might call it cute, but if anyone actually said that to you, you'd probably give them a grouchy look.
> You doubt your tired nature is the reason for that opinion.
> Your legs are also cybernetic, starting at the knee joints.
> They're also dark grey, and look a little bit more like hind legs. They have fake fur covering them. They might remind someone of a satyr.
> It's been this way for a while. You don't know if this happened because of an accident or if you just were born screwed up like that.
> Although, now that you think of it, can an Experiment truly be born...or even give birth? You thought they just had a bunch of those pods that just poofed out experiments.
> You don't really want to think about it now, actually. That's gross enough to shake you out of your groggyness.
>Your name is Experiment 549b, and you just woke up.


> You limp towards the shower. You take out your bottle of shampoo and inspect it.
"Gigi's Hair Solution! 100% GMO Free!"
> You have no idea that what means.
> It has a disgustingly ugly poodle on it, but the picture is insanely wrinkled and torn.
> This bottle is probably 7 years old. You bought it at a small thrift store that's no longer here.
> You couldn't afford any of the fancy stuff.
> You take the bottle outside, and turn on the shower water and  wait for a couple minutes.
> No way you're meeting that chilly, frosty cursewater head on.
> You eventually wash your body decently enough.
> You press a button on the side of the shower, with a picture of a fireplace on it.
> The entire shower then immediately heats up with massive gusts of air.
> You almost get pushed off of your feet with it's strength, good lord.
> Your fur now has a light fuzziness, and you don't smell like sweat and tears.
> This might not be a big thing to point out but good GOD some experiments you meet don't exactly know how to do that.

> You get out of the shower and bolt out of your apartment door, and towards the elevator. You have a job to do.
> Well, maybe not a straight job, but you're a volunteer at a local cafe! You get paid through tips.
> It hosts a lot of local huskers and other art-related ventures. The government doesn't seem too keen on supporting the arts most of the time, unless it involves the leader of your planet.
> He calls himself 626, but that's all you know about him as a person, other than seeing him at some public events. He's always wearing this odd get up, lots of dark reds and blacks and a green core on his chest. He used to have this helmet that set things on fire but he's ditched it recently.
> No clue why, though.
> You try to not think about the government, but when you're waiting in the elevator, it's not like you have a lot of think about.
> After what feels like an eternity of waiting, the elevator eventually stops at your destination, the lobby.
> Plently of experiments, small and large, are sitting down on blobby couches and circular stools. 626 must have a disturbing focus on art design if it's mandated across the entire planet.
> The experiments all had a calm, albeit abnormal demeanor.
> You worried it wouldn't last.
> You begin to exit the doors, when two tall security guards block your way.
> They both have long batons, with two ends on the back that look slightly like cigarette lighters. They're clothed in similar clothes to the leader, expect the red on Lord Chop's outfit being replaced with greens.
>Their masks have little bits on their head that look like they can catch fire at any time.
"EXPERIMENT, STATE YOUR NAME AND PURPOSE. ATTEMPTS TO LEAVE WITHOUT APPROVAL WILL RESULT IN INVESTIGATION, ASSAULT OR JAIL-TIME."
> They spoke at EXACTLY the same time, cadence, tone, and speed. It was a little alarming.
> It was like a hivemind designed explicitly to boss you around and be annoying.
"X-549b, I'm going to The Heiau to volunteer."
> You said as matter-of-factly as you possibly can. They don't like you straying from the assigned names.
"YOU ARE FREE TO GO. ANY PERCIEVED THREAT TO THE GOVERNMENT OF 626 WILL CREATE AN INVESTIGATION ON THE SCENE."
> You try to blur it out in your head, you've heard this schlock before.
"YOU ARE FREE TO GO."
> Blah, blah, blah...wait-
> You're shoved with the end of a baton before being able to respond, barely staying on your feet.
"YOU ARE FREE TO GO."
> You almost immediately rush out of that scenario. You're lucky they didn't percieve your hurried jog as an escape from authority.
> You really were lucky though, some people get their ass kicked for SNEEZING near guards ...and sometimes you don't even KNOW where they take them for the egregious stuff.
> You don't want to think about all that. There's no point.
> You swear.

> You wait for the bus on the bench next to you. There's an experiment next to you.
> They're slim and orange, tiny little nubs on their back.
> You then immediately turn away and ignore them.
> You stare at the nature around you. The plant-life and foliage are all in circular pots and containers, and are very varied in their color, size, and texture.
> They're shockingly orderly, it doesn't seem like any of them are an inch off center.
> How do the hell do they keep it this-
 "Uh, excuse me?"
> You turn around in a shock. The experiment is asking you something.
> Oh shit, here we go.
"When does the bus come here? I need to go to a sporting event around 8:15, It's 7:58 now."
> You clear your throat.
"Oh, it's almost always 8am. Somehow they always get on time, I don't get it."
> Ok, that seemed alright.
"Oh really? That's so cool! Why do you think that is?"
> Oh crap, they're asking a follow up question.
"Uh...Magic?"
> You sputter out slightly. They laugh.
> And too be fair, it was a little funny.
> As you begin to consider asking for their name, the train zips by at an increased speed.
"Oh, you were right!"
> The orange experiment cuts you off, but not rudely.
> The bus is basically a beefy rectangle with windows and engines. It functions like a streetcar or trolley, albeit with no outside railing system. It's all under the roads.
> If you wanted to take it over,  you couldn't escape much with it.
> The orange experiment gets on the bus, light stomping on the metal stairs.
> They talk to the guard driving the bus. You don't hear their designation.
> You don't know if you want to know or not.
> You get inside the bus and tell the guard your designation and location.
> You sit down relatively close to the door as the bus starts revving up.
> You're only really able to look outside at the window with a sour expression.
> You know what comes next at this point, although that only makes up half of your demeanor.
> A tray slowly comes out, and some oddly colored food come out.
> It's in the vague shape of a sandwich, with the numerical designation and general color scheme of it's intended recipient on it.
> You stare at them with a combination of mourning and anger.
> They distribute this with almost all the damn food you get on this planet, The Heiau is the only place that doesn't give them out.
> You have a feeling they're laced with some sort of pharmecutical supplement that's been making Lord Chop's citizens act...
>...so WEIRD.
> So different from how they'd usually act.
> An experiment can definitely act weird, they have programming and stuff, but this food...
> You hear a loud clamor of noises.
> You try to keep your view away from it all, but you end up getting a slight peak.
> You can see many types of experiments just going wild, absolutely crazy.
> Chewing on chairs, breaking stuff, clawing at the walls, shooting projectiles, so much crap at once.
> You hide under your chair, a lot of it for your own safety.
> This happened all the time. So many of the citizens of this planet were under the influence of SOMETHING in that food.
> It CHANGED them.

> You ripped up the sandwich into chunks in your hands.
> You had to get rid of it some how, the guard gets pissy when you leave with a full tray.
> Fortunately, you're used to this.
> You look at your left leg, in all of it's artificial glory.
> You reach down and use your claws to pick at one of the plates.
> The plate eventually unhinges, which seems to be connected by a type of hinge.
> You hide the chunks in the compartment one by one, frantically searching around.
> But at the last bit of sandwich, you hear this weird giggling noise approaching you.
> You look to your side and see...
> Oh no.
"NO."
> It's the orange experiment!
> They're on their back with the food half-eaten flopping around in their mouth!
> Shit, you should've told them, you idiot!
> They're on their backside, and they're leaving this weird trail from their nubs on the back, which have since multiplied.
> It smells like...
> ...oranges?

> Suds are emanating off the liquid, seemingly killing any germs that were unfortunate enough to be caught up in they're wrath.
> But it also looks like it's slowly rotting away at the thing it's covering away, as you can see the floor losing it's sharper ends and overall definition.
> It's like a acidic Roomba of doom.
> Suddenly, you notice the orange experiment get a glimpse of you.
> It lacks any of the vague interest they might of had up to that point.
> They forgot you.
> Just another thing to clean up.
> Wait, what?
> Suddenly, it starts moving TOWARDS you, specifically the floor of your section of the bus.
> You immediately try getting up from under the seat.

"Gaugh! This stings a LOT! Why the..."
> Your organic skin may not be disintegrating, but it definitely stings. The robotic parts of your body are slightly worse off, ever so slightly leaving dents and impressions.
> The orange experiment just laughs, but you can't tell if it's at your expense or not.
> This hurts. This REALLY hurts.
> You look out the window, and see The Heiau at the farthest point from you.
> It's a cuboid-shaped established but with a cute little straw hat on it, and a sign.
"THE HEIAU: REAL FOOD, REAL ALIENS"
> Oh god, sweet release.
> You look up and see a cuboid lever.
> You pull it, signalling you want off the ride.
> The bus slows down towards the end of a sidewalk, and you jump off the tray and onto the stairs, sliding down them and falling on the concrete.
> Luckily, your weirdo robo-hands help catch the fall.
> You breathe heavily.
> You start to pick yourself up from your little parkour excursion.
> You push your body upwards with your arms, standing on your knees.
> You look at the cuboid van, packed with manic experiments.
> You lowly sigh, and put your hands to your head.
> You slowly start to stand up on your legs and walk over to the establishment.
> This is a very rough start to your day.