Thread: Heart in Economy (Gorillaz Fanfic)

Log i
--/--/2012

*Reboo-zzzzz-t activating*
C-Drive = Booting
D-Drive = Booting
Hard Disk Memory = Boot failed = rebooting from last known save prior to fail
Partial Restore Successful
Physical Movement test = Head /
Torso /
Left Arm /
Right Arm X
Legs /
Attempting to restore driver Right Arm failed.
Main Boot Commence

Cyborg Noodle looked round.
She was lying on her side, partially blind.
Her head perked, and she rolled onto her back.

Memory Restore- Location- Plastic Beach, Home, Elevator
Status- Damaged

The Cyborg pushed herself into a sitting position, her eyes drifting across the cramped space she'd lain in.
The lights were out, and water was dripping steadily into the enclosed area.
She forced the door, and glanced across the Ruins of Plastic Beach.

Log ii
Same Date as Previous Log

*Assessing for nearby life-forms, Gods*

Cyborg glanced around the burnt remnants of the island.
She knuckled down onto her haunches, and picked up a charred Respect False Icons tee.

*Carbon levels of material indicate several weeks since incinerati-

Cyborg Noodle ceased the scientific calculation of events bouncing around her head.
She tore the shirt into a makeshift sling, and lifted her lifeless right arm into it.
She blinked in the harsh sun as the drone of engines echoed around the charred plateau in the middle of the Ocean.
Her mental robot voice began speaking again, although with a new message

*Sonic Vibrations detected= Assessed to be of a 1946 Stuka MKII Air-to-Land Combat Fighter*

Cyborg clutched her head quickly as new voices began playing.

( "Madame, the Ship is under attack by pirates! I have been sent to escort you to the lifeboats!"
The Not-Her on the seat glared at the staff member from beneath her mask, then slowly got up.
"Madame?"
The Not-Her opened a case, revealing a Machine Gun.
The hapless servant stuttered
"Oh-... Oh my.."
As Not-Her pushed past. )

Cyborg regained control as music chimed into her vision, which she quickly filtered out.
She ducked quickly behind a wrecked phone booth as the low-flying plane opened fire.

Excerpt from Stuka #47 Black Box Recording
3 weeks later

"Captain, we've retrieved the black box, and managed to decode the conflict before the plane was destroyed."
The tall man glances over at the smaller grunt, cowered over a computer.
"Play it."
He beckons slowly, tightening his grip on the cigarette in his hand.
"Let's see Niccals' toy, back from the dead."

*The picture is fuzzy, and black and white, but relatively visible.
A low engine throb echoes in the background throughout the entire recording*

The plane arcs above the ruins of Plastic Beach, curving slowly in the air with the certainty of having a target with nowhere to run.
The small sixteen year-old glances upward, one hand covering her right eye.
A quite obvious swear word forms on her lips as the chuckling of the pilot can be heard.

As the gun begins firing, the girl looks over, back towards the lift she emerged from.
An empty AK-47 can be seen, crumpled in half.
She rolls, dodging a hail of bullets. She dives into the water, swimming in the direction of the open sea.

Another dark chuckle can be heard from the pilot, before a moan echoing through the sea and sky around the Beach causes him to pause.
He arcs low, opening up both guns towards his foe.

There is a burst of whalesong through the speakers, then the recording goes dead.

There is a grunt of annoyance from the Captain.
"Find the robot. She's gone to find her master, and we need him for our client."
He glances over to the gas-masked shadow cloaked in the corner of the room.
It looks over to him impassively.