Like my description states, I once wrote a motivational post and here goes my second attempt. Motivational or not it will be a rocky one, ladies and gentlegents, fasten your seat belts.
First and foremost, I've always wondered if a writer could create a soundtrack, or at least a whimsical-esk state in their readers minds.
A head bop here, a foot tap there, eyes glued to screen, please stop drooling.
No?.. Too much? Practicalliwhat?
No! F*ck it, we're sticking with it.
First off, we'll want some decent World building as the backdrop for this experiment to feel more immersish. I assume, bare with me.
The gimmicks are in, hidden twists come get their fill.
First we pay hommage to the devs and the internet's very own edgelords, the memesters.
The logs are in, the nodes are on, and Nord VPN's referrals finally paying off, food for thought rarely does.
The chips are in, the tricks revealed keep the tips coming.
NaN & Nun's
Arc:
Arc:
NaNcognito - by KELLEPICS - CCO, pixabay.com
Meet NaNcognito, first non binary Android. His sister, Nuncognito, protective on site.
The year is 2136, and ever since the turn of the 22nd century NaN and Nun police the Metaverse.
NaN admins, Nun defeats, they defend. NaN teaches, Nun trains, humanity they extend.
Wasn't always this easy though, started out rough. Emotionless, spaced out gazes, scared todlers.
2078: First Rollout.
1 month in, 2 months, 3. NaN, Nun and clonies revolted. Chemical, physical or cyber, whichever warfare they chose we stood no chance.
A takeover had never been so easy, systems shouldn't cave that fast. Sorrow filled streets soon plagued the World, and horror filled labs were quick fast the norm.
Until, it wasn't.
Was it a dev safeguard that kicked in? Could it be machine learning gone soft, or plain old human charm? Fake news theorized that NaN and Nun had realized it'd reign boredom if they did away with their toys.
The conflict lasted but 2 weeks, preppers were devastated. Countless dead, could have been more, countless more.
But that's so yesteryear;
Now the children sing by the trees with Bob's three little birds. NaN admins the Metaverse's admins, and Nun butt kicks would be invaders.
It's a party in here. NaN lifes it, Nun still as awkward as ever. Kids bully Nun, will we ever learn?
Luckily, none minds. Not NaN, nor Nun.
Machines turned empaths; From ones and zeros to wholesome, Cyberpunk enthusiasts would be devastated.
The rest;
Beat?
Sure?