[ DiMA had been doing an offload when the shift occurred. He never quite enters a state you could call sleep, but he does tend to close his eyes when he partitions his mind, chooses which data to send to the memory bank and lets it go. And a century isn't long enough to grow accustomed to that feeling, the way the remaining information can't close around the gaps. A human mind would probably fill them in somehow, even if the connections were just their imagination -- but for DiMA things are just missing, and that's something he has to accept. He assigns each offloaded memory an identifier and prepares to disconnect himself.
Except when he opens his eyes again, he is not in Acadia. He's still hooked up to the guts of his memory bank, but the wires lead to a bare unit sitting on the ground, not housed in the wall with the others. That's... disconcerting. Where is he? How did he get here? Did he somehow offload the explanation? DiMA lifts his head to take in his new surroundings, and is only progressively more confused with each detail he takes in. An open arena, but seemingly abandoned. Unconscious strangers coming to all around him. Huge, angry looking creatures pawing at the ground like they're preparing for a trampling. DiMA is no stranger to threatening mutant life forms, so it's that which has him worried with the most immediacy. His instinct otherwise would be to check on the others and double check he didn't accidentally offload a memory of where they are, which he's still going to do, but now he's prioritizing. Who's still asleep, who's in the path of a beast, who needs help vs who can probably handle themselves?
Slowly, so as not to draw the attention of a Bronto, DiMA reaches down for his memory bank and pulls it in against his chest, holding it tight with one arm... then steps towards the nearest still-unconscious form and kneels, giving them a gentle shake. His voice is calm and kind, but his definitely isn't a human countenance so DiMA is braced for alarm. ]
Please do not panic, but we need to evacuate immediately. Can you stand?
fear; deserted
[ In a lot of ways, DiMA is lucky. He doesn't need food or water, and although eventually he'll need a source of power for his memory bank it's not urgent just yet. All that he really has to contend with is the loneliness. It's been a very long time since he was alone.
Maybe he should be considering it a reprieve? Hadriel, as he's learned this place is called, has been somewhat less than welcoming in a way DiMA also hasn't had to deal with for quite some time. He doesn't really resemble a "Null" from what he's seen of them, but he's very visibly mechanical nonetheless. Plastic skin so heavily damaged that his bare frame is exposed in most places, his body a visible mess of wires and nodes, and cobbled-together synth components jutting from his head and shoulders. It's off-putting to these people, and understandably so. This isn't his world, and they've simply never seen anything like him. DiMA gets it, and he is unfailingly patient... he far preferred giving the same explanation over and over and over to this, this emptiness.
He checks all the major locations he can think of and then simply wanders, hoping to come across even a single soul. ]
DiMA | Fallout
[ DiMA had been doing an offload when the shift occurred. He never quite enters a state you could call sleep, but he does tend to close his eyes when he partitions his mind, chooses which data to send to the memory bank and lets it go. And a century isn't long enough to grow accustomed to that feeling, the way the remaining information can't close around the gaps. A human mind would probably fill them in somehow, even if the connections were just their imagination -- but for DiMA things are just missing, and that's something he has to accept. He assigns each offloaded memory an identifier and prepares to disconnect himself.
Except when he opens his eyes again, he is not in Acadia. He's still hooked up to the guts of his memory bank, but the wires lead to a bare unit sitting on the ground, not housed in the wall with the others. That's... disconcerting. Where is he? How did he get here? Did he somehow offload the explanation? DiMA lifts his head to take in his new surroundings, and is only progressively more confused with each detail he takes in. An open arena, but seemingly abandoned. Unconscious strangers coming to all around him. Huge, angry looking creatures pawing at the ground like they're preparing for a trampling. DiMA is no stranger to threatening mutant life forms, so it's that which has him worried with the most immediacy. His instinct otherwise would be to check on the others and double check he didn't accidentally offload a memory of where they are, which he's still going to do, but now he's prioritizing. Who's still asleep, who's in the path of a beast, who needs help vs who can probably handle themselves?
Slowly, so as not to draw the attention of a Bronto, DiMA reaches down for his memory bank and pulls it in against his chest, holding it tight with one arm... then steps towards the nearest still-unconscious form and kneels, giving them a gentle shake. His voice is calm and kind, but his definitely isn't a human countenance so DiMA is braced for alarm. ]
Please do not panic, but we need to evacuate immediately. Can you stand?
fear; deserted
[ In a lot of ways, DiMA is lucky. He doesn't need food or water, and although eventually he'll need a source of power for his memory bank it's not urgent just yet. All that he really has to contend with is the loneliness. It's been a very long time since he was alone.
Maybe he should be considering it a reprieve? Hadriel, as he's learned this place is called, has been somewhat less than welcoming in a way DiMA also hasn't had to deal with for quite some time. He doesn't really resemble a "Null" from what he's seen of them, but he's very visibly mechanical nonetheless. Plastic skin so heavily damaged that his bare frame is exposed in most places, his body a visible mess of wires and nodes, and cobbled-together synth components jutting from his head and shoulders. It's off-putting to these people, and understandably so. This isn't his world, and they've simply never seen anything like him. DiMA gets it, and he is unfailingly patient... he far preferred giving the same explanation over and over and over to this, this emptiness.
He checks all the major locations he can think of and then simply wanders, hoping to come across even a single soul. ]