Post by Irene Karlsen on Jul 25, 2017 13:12:08 GMT -5
Despite the appearance of Monokuma, Irene continued her exploration. While its appearance was for the worse, it would not do to cease activity. A moment of pause may be given for unexpected events, however long that moment may be, but all must continue in due time. The universe shall continue unaffected by the affairs of its occupants, and thus its occupants must continue to live their lives. To cease progress would be unacceptable for her and her fellow competitors. They were the best at their crafts.
She sat in a chair by the pool, fully clothed, with something mechanical in her hands, which could most likely be concluded to be a toy. She didn't seem to have any intention of getting in the water, her attention fully focused on the task at hand. She carefully put a gear in place, using the pocket tool in her other hand to tighten a screw. Shutting the panel on the back of the creation, she screwed it shut, before taking a small key corresponding to it from her pocket, and inserting it in a slot on the back. Carefully winding the key, she set it down on the floor facing away from the pool, and it began to walk.
It was a basic wind-up robot, of a somewhat stereotypical design, mostly constructed of rectangular shapes, with an antenna on its head and claws for hands, and gauges and buttons painted on the front of it. The tiny robot continued its journey, before stopping a few human steps short of the wall. One of her most popular designs and perhaps the one she was able to complete most efficiently, there was a charm to it. While not a true robot as it was only able to walk a certain distance when wound, lacking any real programming aside from that of the gears within, and certainly not giving one any doubts as to its unconsciousness, it accomplished what it was designed for.
She put the pocket tool in her overall pocket and stood from the chair, walking over to where the tiny robot stood. She reached down and picked it up, a small smile on her face. The robot, as the universe, had no knowledge of the competition or Monokuma, but would carry on. No, it would not. The robot, unlike the universe, required winding by a human hand. As time went on and mankind was no more, there would be no hand to wind it, and it would likely have deteriorated before then. For the time being, however, its presence could be enjoyed. One could not dwell on things far beyond the present. She returned to the chair, sitting in silence.
She sat in a chair by the pool, fully clothed, with something mechanical in her hands, which could most likely be concluded to be a toy. She didn't seem to have any intention of getting in the water, her attention fully focused on the task at hand. She carefully put a gear in place, using the pocket tool in her other hand to tighten a screw. Shutting the panel on the back of the creation, she screwed it shut, before taking a small key corresponding to it from her pocket, and inserting it in a slot on the back. Carefully winding the key, she set it down on the floor facing away from the pool, and it began to walk.
It was a basic wind-up robot, of a somewhat stereotypical design, mostly constructed of rectangular shapes, with an antenna on its head and claws for hands, and gauges and buttons painted on the front of it. The tiny robot continued its journey, before stopping a few human steps short of the wall. One of her most popular designs and perhaps the one she was able to complete most efficiently, there was a charm to it. While not a true robot as it was only able to walk a certain distance when wound, lacking any real programming aside from that of the gears within, and certainly not giving one any doubts as to its unconsciousness, it accomplished what it was designed for.
She put the pocket tool in her overall pocket and stood from the chair, walking over to where the tiny robot stood. She reached down and picked it up, a small smile on her face. The robot, as the universe, had no knowledge of the competition or Monokuma, but would carry on. No, it would not. The robot, unlike the universe, required winding by a human hand. As time went on and mankind was no more, there would be no hand to wind it, and it would likely have deteriorated before then. For the time being, however, its presence could be enjoyed. One could not dwell on things far beyond the present. She returned to the chair, sitting in silence.
