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(This is a rotational Roleplay between Myself, XxRilu and TheLuckyBlackCat, but anyone is welcome to join with a PM.)
It is the year 2232 A.D.: The beginning of the end for not simply Mankind, but for all organic life on Earth. It would seem that the political tensions between the decedant nations of west, the warring of the desperate Neo-conquerors that rule the nations that surround Africa and the Middle East, as well as the dire poverty that has afflicted both sides of the globe has brought the progress of reason and science to their knees, with the legs being practically amputated thanks to the rotten cancers of animal extinction, resource demand and Human corruption. The various planetary biospheres of fresh, green land that sprawl with wild game, acting as last resort colonies upon the varying worlds of the Solar System offer no false comfort for the Earthlings who cannot afford their home among the stars. It is a sad state of affairs that only the most economically rich portions of Humanity are priviliged enough to escape the encroaching doom of robotic locusts whose destructive, intercontinental empire covers much of the United States, not to mention the entire countries of Japan, China as well as the entire Korean peninsula and far eastern Russia.

A mechanic menace sweeps the Earth, borne from all the unfortunate conspiracy theories relating to Artificial Intelligence; all of which turned out to be true, as unmanned drones of chrome and Androids that mimic the shape of men, simulating their mindsets slowly coat the globe with a grey, industrial plague. Time is running out for the people of Earth, and those left behind watch in inevitable despair.

As the end of world runs it final course, a mysterious UFO sits calmly amidst the steppes of Kazakhstan, one of the few landscapes not yet touched by the rotten hand of 'modern' civilization. Small gusts of dust coat the windows with grains of soil as the natural wind audibly whines with fervour causing the green grass to rapidly swerve. Wild Horses, some the last creatures outside of captivity migrate across the fields, searching for a home that they will eventually find swarmed by a mechanical horde. This steppe is now the sad realisation of what Earth was ever going to get to what amounted as a Garden of Eden, the landscape set almost as though it had been locked in time for millenia. Within the strange, spherical vessel stood a dormant automaton: Advunturion. Rigged to a large energy generator which acted as the entirety of the ship's interior. A slight few 'beeps' and 'boops' were occasionally emitted from the hulking generator, almost like a chain of commands it would seem, as the alien machine pulled himself from his cabled hoist; the curved doors of dark steel swung speedily open as Advunturion emerged to survey for himself the desert of grass.

Thus, from this point onwards as Advunturion's sharp talons of metal dug into the beige soil, did his quest for the Ark of the Covenant begin. The alien had come to Earth for nothing more than a sample of it's relics; the jewels of a dying world. He had hidden himself in the lonely lands of Central Asia, unsuspected by the Human population. Now was the time to begin his journey down toward Earth's ancient Palestine, though being little more than a morbid tourist, he remained blind and ignorant of the dire wars and acts of protest and terrorism that currently took place.

A flash of light, and then nothing. Silence all around nothing could be seen or heard, almost as if the flash had never happened, but it had, and a man in a strange vessel was responsible for this. "2232 A.D.a troubling time on old earth, classified as the 'second dark age,' not much survived on what happened. Those wealthy Historians are gonna love this." Said Steven. He flicked a few switches and the ship moved off to an un-populated area. He activated a scan which started downloading historical documents and made 3D models of the planet. The sub routine was to scout out any interesting stories of which to start recording,"now all there is to do is sit and wait." He pulled up a few schematics he had been working on and busily tried to pass away the time.

Outside walking around on a plot of grass and maybe some other plants is Maemi. They are carrying a yellow watering can and using it to water the grass. They enjoys doing mundane, normal tasks. They liked feeling human. It is part of who they are. This trait is what causes them to be saddened by the current state of the planet and how far robots got in dominating the planet. They had actually been around for quite awhile. Their kind are known to be able to last for a long time.

Outwardly they doesn't look like someone who would be useful in a combat situation and truthfully they really would not be. They were made mainly to be as humanlike as possible. Their creator most likely didn't plan on having them doing any fighting.

Advunturion's wireless mainframe had allowed the enigmatic machine to pass the time as he trekked through the distant Kazakh steppes by conspicuously rummaging through the boundless online mass media and news articles that all subtly lead to World War 3. The terrible atrocities of war and early prejudice against artificial intelligence committed by mankind (not to mention their brutal response) would've certainly driven away any regular, or perhaps a more diplomatic extraterrestrial, but Advunturion was an amoral creature: Such acts could not turn him aside so easily. Not even the turmoil present in the Middle East as the second Arab Spring had taken it's course just two months prior, with the nation of Iraq being left a ghostly, glass crater by a nuclear missile launched by the terrorists of the new age. The cradle of civilization was now completely devoid of it's namesake; completely devoid of life, not to mention all the ancient relics of Mesopotamia to boot, ground into ashes by the fury of narrow-minded conviction. Considering how the developing nations had now tied themselves into a bloody free for all bent on the control of Earth's last resources, the devastation would only worsen. Of course, that would be until these warring countries were abruptly dismantled and their people unceremoniously massacred by the oncoming tide of vengeful machines.

The clawed footprints that left punctures into the solid earth, like dagger holes across a broad, linear path was distinct evidence of Advunturion's journey, that something inhuman was wandering the windy countryside. Already prepared for any encounter with potential militiamen on his journey south, the alien weaponry hidden within the machine's 'ribcage' would be the trump card for his survival... not to mention his domineering size.

It wasn't long before Advunturion had begun his first encounter with a native of the planet, spotting the seemingly out of place figure watering the lush grass. He eyed the strange girl at a distance, although a quick scan had determined that this young 'Human' was not an organic life form. Somehow calmed by this discovery, Advunturion tread lightly down the green hill to observe the synthetic girl at a closer gaze. Only a few moments had passed before the Naekhoric had reached Maemi, once more ignorant. For he could not comprehend that she was indeed sentient as he stood beside, silently evaluating the structure of the android.

The control panel beeped, Steven looked up from what he was doing,"wow," he said while looking through the data,"World's gone to hell." one thing did pipe his interest though, a strange bit of technology a small way off. It seemed to be far ahead of anything that should be on this planet around this time,"some species messing around on Old Earth perhaps? Might as well check it out."

With that note, he plugged in the coordinates and flew off, not sure of what he'd find...

For a while Maemi doesn't notice Naekhotic. They are more focused on the grass they are watering and to them he doesn't seem to be making that much noise. When they do notice him they are confused. They are unable to tell what he is doing and what he is. Though whatever thry suspect he is doing is not something dangerous. They continue watering the grass. Maemi doesn't know if he knows how to communicate or if he knows their language so they don't say anything to it or do any hand gestures he could misinterperate.

Advunturion once more scanned the strange Android, but yet he could not decipher her functions. 'Perhaps she is sentient' he thought inside of his computerized mind. After all, that would probably explain why she was so far away from the safety of civilization. Well, considering the shocking state of the current world, the aforementioned phrase was now quite subjective. However, Advunturion was not here to gawk at the marvels of Human technology, he had come to selfishly salvage the last artifacts of antiquity. Thanks to all of the wireless information that the alien had seamlessly gathered, he was capable of speaking the diverse languages of mankind fluently. "Android, what are your functions and your factory of origin." Advunturion asked bluntly (and perhaps rather ignorantly), pointing a digit of his sharpened claw toward Maemi. Despite his seemingly threatening gesture, Advunturion did not mean to create any bother.

He would soon have to move on, however, his scanners picking up another presence in the distance. Advunturion was not anxious to find out, this talk with the Android would have to be quick. (Very sorry for how long this took, I've just been quite uninspired lately.)

Maemi swiftly answers Advunturion's question. "I did not originate from any factory though a function I do possess. My purpose is being human." Maemi does not really know why he asked them that and they don't really care. The question seems casual and non-threatening to Maemi. The hand gesture on the hand could have meant anything. "Except not literally becuase that's impossible." they add quoting their creator. Even Maemi didn't quite understand the being human function though they knew it had something to do with watering flowers.

Steven appears overhead, though this time with less of a large entrance. He looked down from the display, two robots, one who's function seemed to be watering flowers, as that was all it seemed to be doing. There was another, and much scarier, one next to it, though it didn't seem to be hostile towards the other. He activated a quick scan to add to the database.