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.pretty little baby by umfunktioniert, literature

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.pretty little monster by umfunktioniert, literature

  • Mar 12
  • Germany
  • Deviant for 7 years
  • He / Him
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Constructed as a pipe dream project under some questionable branch of Party research, ULiAN 4-27 (referred to as "Julian von Weißenfeld") was intended to be the solution to quelling the restless peoples of the Southern German regions. It seemed a brilliant idea, to resurrect the charming secondary of the former nation in a body of alloy and electricity, something that could control itself but also be controlled, should the need arise. Such solutions seldom come without hitches - and ULiAN, a concept conceived far ahead of its time and built with hastily-developed technology, was plagued with glitches and problems from the start. While it apparently carries the memories, identity, and consciousness of Julian, its programming is simply too complex and unwieldy to run smoothly on its current processing systems. Despite this, its passive loyalty, carefully programmed trigger commands, and automatic propaganda responses make ULiAN an effective agent of social control and, according to certain (undoubtedly doctored) Party documents, a weapon unparalleled in efficiency. ULiAN 4-27 has <ERROR> been hailed aS a MeCHAnical mIRaclE. <ERROR> <LET ME OUT.

read project file. . .?
Never forget that we Germans are a people united by kinship.
When brothers fight amongst themselves, weaker men prevail.
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*there is a knock, just before dinner. Alfred is at the door, looking apologetic.*

"Is Fraulein Focko in? It's a bit of an emergency."

*there is a young lad standing behind him, holding something swaddled in an old dishcloth.*
[ brows furrow slightly, for just a second unable to recognise the man before him ]
[ there's a purely mental sensation of falling, like he'd thought there was one more step in the stairs, or reached for a box that wasn't there ]
[ but it is there, a box of memories just pushed a little further out of reach than expected ]

"I'm afraid she's stepped out for the evening, Herr Jones."

[ his gaze, glowing faintly in the dusky shadows of early evening, sweeps past Alfred and to the stranger, a faintly worried frown dusting the features ]
[ the door is opened a little wider, offering entry, but uncertain if that is what is desired ]

"I can give her a ring - what is the matter?"
"Please, Herr, my dog is sick." The young man says, pulling back the edge of the blanket to show the anguished face of a Pomeranian. "None of the vets are open because of the holiday. Bitte, Herr Jones said you lived with a veterinarian."
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Julian: [ is a morally bankrupt person that has done awful and unforgivable things ]
Julian: if I make good food people will have to like me right