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CYANO

Originally written: 2023-10-23 ~ 2024-4-25
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Overture

Geez, is this thing old. I know its literally only two years old, but... oh my GEEZ. CYANO used to be my pride and joy even if it got nowhere. I originally started it, fueled with inspiration that came from my friend Mori's story Rock! Bullet: Nightmare adventure/「ロック！弾丸」 that also ended up getting dropped because I guess... it also went nowhere. CYANO went through a couple of changes. I was really fond of the idea of someone escaping something on a freight train, but I had to drop that cause it just wasn't working at all. Looking back at all the old stuff I wrote for CYANO, I feel a little embarrassed. Like... I didn't know what I was doing at ALL. Still don't. But despite it's rough-around-the-edges nature, I still love it a lot. Why else do you think its pinned?

I hope you enjoy reading through the mess of concepts and unfinished writings. Thanks for stopping by!



OLD Character Stories > 1. Alice Lumens

NOTE: This was left unfinished.


The clacks and takks of a game controller were at work, filling the dimly lit room with sound effect to compliment the soundtrack of the video game, the fan of the console, and the sound effects of the video game’s star character as the little girl put all of her focus into the robot’s calculated jumps, shots, and dashes.

Bright light emitted from the small TV screen, hitting the girl’s face as she scooted closer on the ground. Bathing her body in blue luminescence, a shadow was cast on the wall on the further side of her. To make sure her parents wouldn’t hear her secret gaming session in the dead of the school night, the volume was set juuuuuust right, to penetrate the sound of her room’s fan but to also be barely heard beyond her white bedroom door.

The wall that had her desk and TV situated to was decorated with colorful sticky notes with scribbling of reminders embedded onto them with graphite, pictures and drawings of humanoid robots printed in ink or pen, and stickers of space’s intergalactic wonders; stars, the moon, and comets. Some of the star stickers were arranged into constellations.

Papers and pencils scattered the large desk, and if you peeked under the desk while the girl didn’t see you, you could find more loose drawings and finished, but never found, homework assignments. She was barely slipping every class but science and math in this way. Dust collected on the desk, though it was used on a daily basis.

“No! しまった!” She dropped the controller to the carpet and cupped her hands to her mouth just as soon as the words left her mouth. Eyes wide, she slowly turned to the door and stayed still, her ears on the lookout for the approach of footsteps. She let the minutes pass and let out a relieved sigh. Those eyes of hers locked onto the “GAME OVER!” screen and her fingers worked to shut the TV off. The teen stumbled into bed, bearing frustration but fatigue with her.

Twisting and turning in bed, the sheets becoming a mess, the girl eventually found a comfortable position to sleep in. She counted her breaths until she lost track, drifting into a short-lived slumber. A faint smile formed on her face as she dreamt of chocolate mint ice cream and the beach, nearly feeling the wind on her face, the sand below her feet, and the smell of the salt on the breeze as she stood there with her friends from another world. She watched as her chimera came to life and savored every second.

〜＊＊＊〜

Bells chimed. The start of a song played. The singer sang a harmony of rejuvenation. That same girl groggily tapped on her phone, missing the button to switch that alarm off until her finger hit it. Sitting up, the comforter fell off her body and she rubbed her eyes, unplugging her cellphone in one shift motion and rolling out of bed. Yawning at the dead of morning, she sluggishly made her way down to the kitchen, where her dearest mother waited for her.

「おはようございます、母さん！」 With a cheery note, the girl waved good morning to the woman behind the kitchen island. The woman waved back. She wore a baggy t-shirt and shorts, along with some house slippers. Her hair was already brushed and tied up into a short ponytail, while her daughter’s short hair was messy like a bird’s nest.

“Good morning, Alice. I guess that’d mean… ‘good morning, mother’?” Alice’s mother giggled.



Story layout > Lore.docx

Alice Lumens is the original creator of echodroids

Alice Lumens loved robots. She studied robotics when she was younger. She fell in love with shows, stories… anything, that has robots. She wanted to build her own, so she did. Eventually this hobby of construction robots went from model kits, drawings, and handmade clay figures to a whole profession in robotics. As time passed, advancements in technology became greater and greater. Alice Lumens was the woman to move most of it. After years of trial and error, bouncing off and building off from predecessors in the field of her work, she was able to finally create a robot that had free will. A sentience. A robot that mimicked human appearance and intelligence.

They named this robot Cyanotype, after Alice Lumen’s favorite song, the one she had listened to for the majority of time she spent working on him. Cyanotype’s kind was named echodroid, echo- meaning to copy [human intelligence and appearance] and -droid, robot. A new generation has been kicked off with Cyanotype and Doctor Lumens.

Echodroids were mass-produced after a few modifications of Cyanotype’s blueprints to make his “offspring” more safety regulated. They scattered the streets and filled the factories. Some were civilians. Others were military soldiers or pastry chefs. Cyanotype was Alice’s best friend and lab assistant. Cyanotype saw Doctor Lumens as a mother. Time goes by and Alice went on to work on bigger projects. She treated all her projects like her children, and all her “children” were also echodroids, ones that improved upon Cyanotype himself. She made models for professions lacking in staff. After a while of it, Cyanotype felt as if he wasn’t appreciated as much, and became irritated with being asked around. It felt like his “mother” didn’t appreciate him.

“Alice— Doctor Lumens.”

“Cyano?”

“I miss you.”

“…”

“Can you please take a break from your work? Just this once? You said overworking was bad. And I just want to see you again, outside of this office.”

“Cyano, I’d love to, trust me! But… my hands are really full. I can’t afford to take time off—so maybe next time?”

“…sure.”

The two had a falling out. She appreciated and loved Cyanotype, after all. But Alice Lumens seemed to prioritize her work. So close they were, yet it felt they were lightyears apart. Frequent visits became fleeting stops, and those turned to rare ‘hi’s. Alice never noticed how her door never opened with the happily bitter note in Cyanotype’s greetings.

Cyanotype stayed quelled up in his room, the one he and his “mother” decorated to his liking. Eventually all this time made him feel resentment for Alice Lumens. She never had time for him outside her workspace. He thought he wasn’t truly appreciated by her. He wondered how all the other humans were like, as his mother had him sheltered from the human world, besides interviews and the such.


Doctor Lumens one day woke up and found something missing: Cyanotype.

In spite of his “mother” and in his own wishes to see the rest of the world, Cyanotype made his unexpected departure. He found himself on a trip to see the city. Doctor Lumens lived in one already, but he wanted to see more. He set his sights for somewhere far off. He headed for Little Reyna. On the trip there, he spent his time hitching rides on trains and running all the way. It was hard at first, but he learned how to easily sneak up inside freight trains and onto their roofs for fun if he wanted to be there.

He took a nap in one of the train cars one night, feeling absolutely fatigued from all this running and such. On the day he woke up, he found himself surrounded by two other echodroids. This was an issue for them in itself, but see… Cyan held a gun with him.

He stole one of the guns Alice was working on before he fled home, for defense of course. Based on what Alice used to go on about with him when he was “younger,” the world was one of untrusting. You couldn’t trust anyone, no matter how nice they may be. “Except for your mother, Cyan. You can trust me!”

It’s clear he didn’t anymore, though.



Story layout > Lore rework

NOTE: I'm not sure if this was finished or not, but considering where it ends, probably not.


Before things begin being written, there are things I want to establish I totally want to STICK in the story. (Obviously may have changed ever since establishing extra things)

  1. I want Cyanotype to stay as the FIRST echodroid.
  2. I want Avel to be seen as a SIDE MAIN CHARACTER, who gets her own story as a side plot.
  3. I want Cyanotype to EVENTUALLY GO ROGUE.
  4. I would also like for Cyanotype to LEAVE ALICE LUMENS. It doesn’t matter how.

I think of the characters like this. Think of this as a guidance because they are all thought of as already-established characters.

Cyanotype is like an X or a Gunvolt. He fights for what he sees as right, only he eventually gives into what he sees as wrong. What Copy X essentially was if Copy X was the actual X (If INTI Creates went with the original plan)

Lin (Slinger [you can thank Regular Sama for this name!]) is like a Joule without Joule’s trauma. Shy girl but she really wants to help. Originally she was with Cyanotype.

Avel is totally an Axl or what I think of when I see Ashe. No shot. She’s like an annoying teenager but cool.

I don’t have an idea for Alice Lumens but she seems really nice at first. She just never took anything for granted and was basically, unknowingly greedy.

Cyanotype is X, Avel is Axl, Lin is Cyanotype’s… she could be like a nurse, how Lola was intended to be. She was like, supposed to be a sister to him I think, but then there was Mytyl (Poor iX Mytyl… that was disgusting of Asimov.) so we could go with that.

There could also be a mentor character for Cyanotype. His name could be Blade, because I read the articles about iX and found out iX’s Blade is a woman, and also she’s cool, and she was forced to bear the septima of the dead Gunvolt, and— these tangents are deadly.

Blade is like a Zero, obviously. But before Iris died. So he’s kind of cocky but he’s friendly, but scary, serious, and deadly if you press the wrong buttons. He also bears a kind of temper.

Avel has a kind of impatience with her. Blade carries temperament. Cyanotype is just kind of naive, y’know?

At some point, Blade should totally attack Alice once there’s some kind of unintended reunion. Blade attacks the scientist out of pure anger and spite for everything she put CYANOTYPE into. And then, out comes Lin trying to be a mediator to this. But that’s dangerous, so Avel comes in and defends Lin and Doctor Lumens from Blade.

Blade should accidentally kill Avel. Plot twist: Avel was her daughter. Lin is standing there frozen in shock and fear, Cyanotype is restraining Blade, and Alice Lumens stares in horror before picking up Avel’s body and… walking away solemnly.

This would be how Avel becomes an echodroid.

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Alice Lumens creates Cyano, the first robot to have free will on the same level of a human’s. Cyano and Alice spent time together as if they were mother and son (1),

but Alice eventually began to get busier and busier with work, trying to prove robots could be allowed to be mass-produced with free will on this level. As Alice began to start working in the lab again, Cyano became a friendly lab assistant to Alice Lumens. (2)

Cyano used to be the only person helping out Alice Lumens, but eventually her team grew. Alice Lumens had many friends who were great in the same field or related fields of science on that team, which would include her sister. After a bit, it seemed like Cyano’s didn’t have a use in that lab. He tried to get to be around Alice again like how they used to, but couldn’t because of how busy she was. (3)

Eventually they slowly stopped talking and Cyano stayed at home, hanging around his room with nothing to do all day. He was told that for his own safety, he wasn’t allowed to leave without Alice’s permission… but she was too busy to even give attention or permission. So, wanting to see more in the world, he one day flees the house to look for something new. (4)

Cyano goes on a whole trip, hitching rides on trucks and freight trains. His goal: Little Reyna. (5)

But while trying to jump onto the roof of a freight train, an unexpected loss of an arm occurs. He sat on the roof, holding his arm to make sure wires weren’t sparking out everywhere. He lost that arm. He watched the world run by him as he sat there on the train, the wind in his hair and blowing on his face. (6)

He looked up and saw a nearby city, and thought maybe he should take a break instead of going the whole time on trains and such. He jumped down safely and walked there, glancing around at the seemingly dreary scenery of the run-down town. (7)

He saw a factory up ahead near this town. Thinking he could probably… nab a spare arm and maybe some new parts, he tried to sneak in. (8)

He was greeted with the sounds of machinery. He walked further into the factory, careful as to not make a sound that would attract workers, or other robots like him, which would be dubbed echodroid, by Alice Lumens herself. (9)

From behind a door he peeked inside. Humanoid robots lined the conveyors of this room. A tall, bulky man crossed his arms as he watched the robots be carried by the conveyor. He himself seemed to be a robot himself. Wanting to avoid the tall and imposing man, Cyano scurried away to look for an arm replacement ripe for the stealing… somewhere else! (10)

But it seemed like his rustling through boxes and metal attracted the ears of the man, because he was caught. A clang followed by a yelp, he caught Cyano off-guard and on the ground on his butt. He rubbed the back of his neck and nervously looked up at this other echodroid. (11)

From the get-go he seemed like bad news. He already left a bad taste in Cyano’s mouth when he sternly commanded him to stand up. Not wanting to be turned to scrap metal, he quickly got up on his feet and stood with a straight back and stiff posture. (12)

They stared into each other's eyes for a while, Cyano’s neck straining because of how tall the other echodroid was compared to himself. The next bit made Cyano sweat bullets, when the echodroid inched closer and whispered, “Now tell me why I should give you a chance. And make it quick, before I regret it.” (13)

Cyano shivered. He explained to him his whole situation with great embarrassment, showing the man his left arm at some point to explain why he was even in there in the first place. Seeing how young Cyano appeared, the man let it slide and nodded, softening just a bit… but not too much. (14)

Still quite untrusting of the boy, the man offered a test to prove Cyano’s trustworthiness. Wanting to get all the help he could get, Cyano accepted without much hesitation. (15)

His task was simple: help the man with actually producing the robots. While the man was simply watching over, he was taught how to build them. So he taught Cyano. It was easy to prove he was trustworthy like this. If he didn’t sabotage the echodroids, he was pure enough to not sabotage someone else, right? (16)

So off he went to help create these robots, with a missing left arm. They worked in silence for a bit. Awkward silence. He could feel the echodroid burning two holes in the back of his head with his piercing stare. He was still crossing his arms. (17)

But a sudden noise broke the silence, the man’s gruff voice speaking out to Cyano. “So, kid. Got any hobbies? Any personality?” Despite how scary he was, and how harsh his words seemed to him, Cyano couldn’t help but chuckle. He answered the man and the man asked another question. (18)

Cyano would never have imagined he would start a casual conversation with such an intimidating echodroid, but there he was, screwing bolts onto the chassis of another echodroid as he chats away with this one. (19)

Through this way, Cyano learns this man’s name is Blade. And Blade works for the military, or a kind of organization similar to one. With Blade’s time in the factory coming to a close, Blade tells Cyano to follow him, and he repairs Cyano himself. (20)

Blade seems to agree to help Cyano get to Little Reyna. He didn’t want the boy hitching rides so dangerously. Now that, well, he has an adult with him, he could maybe actually get on buses and taxis! Even if he enjoyed the feeling of high-speed winds, that was okay because he was companioned. But they didn’t need to do that at all, because Blade owned a car. (21)

So they went on a road trip, in Blade’s car, for two days, to Little Reyna. It was Friday, after all. Cyano already warmed up to Blade and Blade seemed to trust the kid. They actually spent time together like… like friends, even if Blade still was using this time to really see if he was trustworthy. (22)

They started out with small talk, but eventually they became friendly with each other, Blade managing to show off his true, cocky, brother-like nature and attitude. Cyano preferred him like this. Even if Blade was poking fun at him for being a little weak. (23)

After their amazing trip they used to get to know each other more, they eventually made it to Little Reyna. For a place called “little” it sure was big, and it was also near the sea. The winds carried the salty air. Cyano loved it. Trying to look around the place to actually get somewhere in Little Reyna, they heard someone playing the recorder in the crowd. They pushed and shoved their way to the big fountain in the middle of Little Reyna’s plaza and saw where the instrumental chirps were coming from. A little girl sat around the fountain, backpack resting on the wall of the fountain next to her legs. Eyes closed, she held a recorder to her mouth and played a tune. No one seems to really mind and no one paid any attention either. When they did they just looked at her, and smiled. Curious, Cyano attempted to interact with her despite Blade urging him to leave her be. Cyano goes against Blade’s wishes and talks to the girl anyways.

The girl was really shy at first. She quickly hid her flute away in her backpack and waved bashfully, her face immediately reddening when she was approached. Blade chuckles. He seemed to have a soft spot for kids, as demonstrated with Cyano and now this little girl. Cyano compliments the girl on her skills and she flushes up even more, glancing away and nodding, muttering a “thanks.” After that, Cyano asks the girl if she could show him and Blade around, because they’re new to the place and need a tour guide. Blade adds that the girl would be perfect for one, calling her cute, adorable, small—

Cyano has to stop him there before he makes the poor girl redder than a cherry. It turns out Blade really is softer on the kids… but anyways, the girl reluctantly and quietly agrees to show the two robots around. She goes around and tries to speak the loudest she can to make it convenient for the two, and when she passes by that takoyaki stand they have in town, she stops and buys some. Cyano and Blade wait there confused, but when she comes back she comes back with four boxes of takoyaki, two forks, and two pairs of wooden chopsticks. She gives them two of the boxes… and the forks. They follow her some more and she shows off all her favorite spots in the city, including the guitar store. The store was where the girl’s friend worked for the summer, and to Cyano, she seemed familiar. The girl drops off the takoyaki, and they leave after the girl shows them around the store. About to ask the girl a question, Cyano realizes they don’t know her name. Asking that instead, the girl says her name is Lin. Blade chuckles at the name and starts to dote on her… only for a little while before Cyano tells him to stop. In jest, Blade goes back to his initial serious demeanor before laughing and patting Cyano on the back for being so scared.

So now, it’s been a while. Maybe a few weeks to a month. Alice still hasn’t realized Cyano’s missing, Cyano’s been staying with Lin for a bit while he works his own job, planning to get his own apartment in Little Reyna, the days being flavored just a bit more with Blade’s occasional visit, it’s all good. One day though, while Cyano and Blade are out hanging out and stuff, they stop by Lin’s house to pick up something from there. But Cyano finds Lin outside, seeming a bit melancholic. She holds Cyano’s wallet, the thing Cyano wanted to grab, but there’s also a box full of all of Cyano’s things. He’s confused. Upon asking why, Lin responds by saying her mom and older brother think it wouldn’t be safe for him to live with them (Lin only has a mother). Blade sighs and clenches his fists, saying it’s just bullshit. Never seeing this side of Blade. Cyano tries to quell his mentor-figure’s anger, confused. He picks up the box and asks Blade if he could leave the stuff in his car’s trunk. Sighing through his mouth this time, he lets him.

After that, Cyano tries to shrug it off. Lin says she can’t stay for much longer, so she leaves them be. Blade still seems frustrated, so Cyano suggests they cool down over ice cream. The military soldier agrees. But when they go to order some, we’ll, they… DISCRIMINATION. IT PISSES BLADE OFF EVEN MORE. Pretty close to boiling over in anger, he nearly throws a punch, if it weren’t for that girl from the guitar store walking over and suggesting she pay for the ice cream. Blade stops mid-swing and just stares at the girl, while a bit annoyed, confused. Cyano lowers his fist and thanks her. They walk away with a cup of strawberry and mint chocolate chip ice cream. Cyano looks at Blade funny. In a bit of a confused stupor, he silently enjoys his chocomint.

Later while they walk, the girl appears again, tapping Cyano on the shoulder to gain his attention. She introduces herself as Avel. Blade gives Avel a glare, as she’s human, and… they don’t like robots.



Story (rough drafts) > 1. Welcome, Cyano

It was as if he were floating in an endless vat of tar.

Black.

That’s all there was to see for miles and miles. Or inches, maybe? It was hard to tell what was up, what was down, what was left or what was right. The darkness consumed all the eye could see. It was hard to tell if he was even looking with his eyes open. His body was numb. He couldn’t feel much. Where was this? Can’t feel, can’t hear, can’t see—he lacked the ability to do anything at all. He sat in the never-ending, vast and vacant emptiness. He was disorientated, waiting for something or nothing at all.

A sudden noise penetrated the lifeless tranquility. It was like sharp needles on the ears; assault to the eardrums. It left a ringing in his ears that shattered his mind, leaving him with an immaculate headache. He tried to hold his head but found himself still immobile.

“Oh…? Oh! I think I’ve got everything online!” It was a woman’s voice… at least he thought it was. He had never heard anything before now, not even his own voice if he had one. The woman sounded giddy, her heels clicking against the floor as she rambled and giggled, though it sounded more like gunshots inches away from his eardrums instead. “Okay! Allllllll…most…!” The woman’s steps echoed as she ran off. Keyboard clacking and clicking was heard, followed by the hiss of machinery. It felt cold. And it was… bright. He opened his eyes to the world and was flashed with a great luminescence from his new life. He found a young woman leaning over the open capsule he laid in. His mouth opened to ask questions but all that left it was a pained groan.

“Ghhh—! My head…” His hands went over and grasped at his messy brown hair over his head as he squeezed his emerald green eyes shut from all of the new elements of his surroundings. Amidst his panic, pain, and confusion, he had realized one thing: he could function. The blaring headache had now subsided as his senses tweaked themselves to comfortably fit the space, he wearily held his hands close to his chest and looked over to the woman. “What’s going on…”

The young woman looked more like a young girl, her smile emanating pure, unadulterated glee. She fanned herself with her dainty, yet rough-looking hands. “Oh my— ohmygod! Welcome, welcome, Cyano!” As the woman was caught up with her childlike excitement, he cocked his head to the side and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Cyano…? Is that my… name? W-who are you?” He softly uttered to the hyper scientist, his finger pointing in the direction of the woman, right at her chest. He had the right to be confused: he didn’t know anything, really. He was dropped into this world without knowledge of anything. He didn’t know this woman, he didn’t know this place, he didn’t know what he was currently sitting in, hell, he didn’t even know what he was. Everything was a wonder, beautifully curious yet terrifying simultaneously. He looked to the only one in this room there to give him answers. And she smiled softly, her face giving him a kind of warmly only a mother could give. Her fingers grazed his cheek softly, gently caressing his face.

“Oh, yes it is!” She spoke to him as if he were a baby. “You’re Cyano, dear. Welcome to the world!” Her face was lit up like a Christmas tree. “Call me Alice, Alice Lumens. Consider Lumens, your last name. I made you!” And she suddenly pulls Cyano into a hug.

“Gh!” A grunt was forced out of Cyano’s mouth. His body stiffened up at the sudden affectionate touch of the woman, the scientist Alice Lumens. All she could do was giggle. “W-what’s going on!?” The boy started to panic.

“Sorry, sorry, Cyano! Gah! I’m just— really hyped!”

“Hyped?” Cyano cocked an eyebrow.

“Like, excited?”

“Oh… oh, okay.”

The overwhelmed Cyano could only sit still as he waited for Alice to calm down.



Story (rough drafts) > 1. Getting a Grip (UNFINISHED)

NOTE: its definitely unfinished the file name literally says so


The boy held fast to the seatbelt that wrapped around his body. The world had flown past him in the metal contraption for the past two hours. His observant, emerald eyes never once shut from boredom or fatigue as he waited out the time to this destination.

I’m… Cyano. Cyano Lumens. This woman who was doting on me as if I were the miracle to life just a moment ago is my mother, Alice. At least, that’s what she says.

Over some papers, coffee, and a glass of iced tea, this woman, my mother, laid down some great information flat down on the table.

“The year is 22XX, Cyano,” She poured me a glass of iced tea. I watched as the amber juice filled the glass cup and floated the ice to the top. She slid the beverage over to me and capped off the jug of tea, setting it down and drinking from her mug of coffee. “You’re what I’d like to call a mirroid.” She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and I nodded.

“And what’s that,” I asked my mother, not understanding. It wasn’t listed in my internal dictionary, I think. In other words, I don’t know what that meant. I grasped my glass, the cup starting to break out in a cold sweat. I quickly recoiled at the sudden difference of temperature of the glass compared to the table and everything around me, and I rubbed my fingers to soothe myself. I rested my hands on my lap and cocked my head to my left. My mother dropped what she called a straw into my glass and gestured directions on how to use it. My eyes stayed fixed on the motions of her hands, and I frowned.

“Well, you know you’re not really human.” She put her hands in her lap, like I did. I craned my neck forward and brought my lips to the straw. “But you act like one, no? You mirror the behavior of a human. You’re an android, too. Mirroid.” I took a sip through the straw. Sweet. And too cold. I winced but learned the cold would bring no pain. I felt as the drink slipped down the innards of my neck. “Cyano— if you’re ever confused about anything at all, just ask, okay? I get you don’t know much so it’s okay to ask…” And yet again, I nodded.

An uneasy silence hung in the air of this room. I glanced away as I enjoyed the drink that was contained within my glass… and my mother suddenly piped up again.

“So, you wanna hear what my friend Hayato did yesterday?”

I let her tell her stories. We sat there until the sky turned golden, and I listened to my mother talk about people I don’t know and events I got to learn about. She laughed at her own stories and I felt the urge to let out a chortle of my own.

“Is this what you call ‘fun’?” I managed to get out through gasps and giggled, clutching my sides as they ached. The woman in front of me stopped howling in laughter, or at least tried to. The banging on the table ceased.

“Yeah- yeah! You’re laughing at what you think is funny, too!” She wiped a tear from her eye. I couldn’t tell if it was from the pain of laughing or from joy. My glass had ice melting at the bottom of it.

She picked up my empty glass and walked over to the sink, gently resting it down inside. “We’re supposed to be running tests and calibrations on you, but I want your first day awake to be one of your favorites.” She looked over her shoulder and made a waving motion with her hand towards herself. “Come here, son. I’m gonna teach you how to make yakisoba.”

“But you’re at the sink,” I sauntered over to Alice and looked over inside the sink. “How are you going to…”

“You see that drawer over there?” Her finger pointed to a shiny, wooden drawer. This part of the kitchen was filled with them. I looked over to this drawer in particular. “Open it, and there’s a slim wooden… plank? We call that a cutting board. Rest it onto this counter,” she then brought my attention to the counter in the middle of the kitchen, with long chairs on the other end of where the stove was. “And open the fridge. There’s a box in there, wrapped in plastic. In a drawer there’s these slim, long green things, and orange things. Also there should be a ball of leafy green somewhere…” I rubbed the back of my neck as she gave me all of these… instructions. I don’t think I could remember all that.

I opened that drawer and found… a lot of slates. Wooden slates, plastic ones, all in a stack. I took the wooden one, which was decorated with dents and incisions made by knives. I rested that onto the kitchen…

“What is this?” I pointed at this counter.

“That’s a kitchen island.”

…right. Kitchen island. I rested the cutting board down onto the kitchen island with a soft thump. The next small trip on my list of directions would be the fridge, that big box of stainless steel. I opened the door and was greeted with a soft, cool air inside. Watching the contents of this fridge, my hand was splayed out like a claw, and my eyes were the remote that tried to figure out what to grab. A ball of leafy green… slim and long green things… a box in a plastic wrapping… and, orange. I looked for what I thought was orange and held it up to examine it better first.

“Yep, that’s the one. Can you get… two, please?” Two? I grabbed another orange stick and placed it with the cutting board. Then she wanted… a leafy green ball? I looked over to Alice and saw her washing something at the sink. I slinked over to the fridge again and grabbed that ball of leaf. I figured I could just grab the rest in one go, so I also scooped up those long green things and the black box wrapped in plastic. There were brown things in that box. The fridge closed with a thud with the help of my foot nudging it closed, and off those…

“Hey, what are these things I’m getting for you?” I gestured to the greens, the box, and the orange sticks on the counter. My mother picked up a knife and held it by the blade, walking over to me as she rested the blade down onto the cutting board.

“Oh, these are vegetables.”

“Vegetables.”

“I never liked them when I was younger.” A chuckle escaped Alice’s lips.

I wonder why she never liked them.



シアーノ〜学校で書く！チャプターワン★

NOTE: Sigma is the old name of Mori. Day is my ex. This version of the story was originally posted to Spacehey.


I’ve re-written the first chapter of Cyano (April’s Edition) to be in the first person. I wanted to make it feel like I wrote more than I did, since all the paragraphs felt lackluster and empty, and I wanted more. Besides, all the fictional stories at real are always in first person, so it’s fine.

Again, here’s a thank-you to Sigma for motivating me to write this again! Thanks for being my biggest fan! Likewise~

Notes:


行くよ！

My hands fumbled to my pockets. “Network! Network!” My voice screamed in terror into that black radio, my legs trying the best they could to keep me up and running. Desperately, I shook that thing like it would get the receiver’s attention.

I’m so dead! Every bang I hear, the bullet whizzes ever-so-closer to my body. I’m toast! They’re right there, right behind me. Why won’t they stop firing?! Help— help me!! I turned my head just a bit and there they were, some were loading up their guns and most were just firing— the bullets getting scarily closer with every shot that was taken at me. Why won’t she pick up?! I kept crying into the radio’s microphone.

It felt like a painful eternity, but eventually the radio I clutched in my trembling hands started speaking in static. I heard her— finally!

“Cyano!” My sister’s voice came through, all crackly and crunchy like autumn leaves. She was just as panicked as me! “Where have you BEEN?! What’s— the gunshots?!” I felt really guilty as she scolded me over the radio. But forget that! I’m being shot at by the soldiers of faction Delta! My legs tried their best to run away from the hail of bullets coming my way… but if only I was built taller! A bullet grazed my arm and tore up my sleeve. That was my favorite shirt! I tried the hardest I could to make up a comprehensible answer through my exasperated gasps.

“I— they got me! They got me!” I cried out desperately to my little sister. It’s a little embarrassing to admit it, but I’ve had to rely on her a lot for a lot of things. It’s because she’s smarter than me, and I’m supposed to be the older one! And dead if I don’t get away any longer! “The people from faction Delta! I’m um— somewhere?!”

“Where exactly?!” I heard Network’s crackly voice get progressively more panicked. My footsteps pounded against the floor, and there was a loud screech as I slid behind a stack of crates, the metal soles of my shoes giving away my position to anyone who could even hear over all the gunfire.

With exhaustion running through every circuit in my body, I slumped against the boxes, holding my red face all flushed from exhaustion. “W-well, um… it’s outside… t-the base…” I took this moment to catch my breath and rest my legs. The base was this huge towering building, like most of the factions that were under the rule of Sages Beck and Apollo, them having the biggest buildings in the center of this mess for use as a kind of meeting place or main HQ. I let my head back a bit, taking in huffs of the gunpowder-scented air as my eyes gazed out into the gloomy skies, painted gray by the clouds overhead.

“So… okay! Not so far…” I could hear her messing with some keyboard on her end, the clack-tap-tapping of the keys all fizzy and incoherent. I felt myself dizzying as my mechanical heart slowly rested up. Every second, she typed faster and faster, and sometimes she even aggressively slammed into the keys she pressed down on. I waited for her response, panting heavily as my free hand went to clutch my chest. But there wasn’t even enough of a break until I froze, and my face went cold. Pale if it could, I don’t… really bleed blood. Just coolant. I peeked to the side cautiously, and— there they were! They’re running towards me, and quick too. Before my sister could say anything, I freaked out, and my legs forced me upwards. I dove out from behind the stack of crates before these soldiers had a chance to pull their triggers.

“Sorry, Netty!” I cried out a hastened apology to my sister as I tried to get out of sight of these soldiers on my tail, panting with every step that was taken by my feet. “I gotta go though, I’ll see you soon!!”

“Cyano? Cyano! Don’t—“ Stupidly, I broke the connection before she could say anything. I was on a marathon run for my life, and of course in the heat of panic I’d do something stupid! But still! I had to keep running— it’s only a matter of time before I’m a goner! I tried to run faster than I could take—

And then I screamed.

“Owwww!” I screamed as I felt someone take my arm into a vice grip. Desperately I tried to shake the hand off me while I whined. No luck! So naturally, my head slowly picked itself up to see what grabbed my arm… and it was none other than a Delta soldier. Worst part? That was a soldier from the Elites branch, signified by that blue and white emblem that stood proudly on his shoulder.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he shouted at me, pulling me in closer, my chest pressing against his in the small gap between us. “Not after you’ve trespassed on our property!” He glared over me with his height.

But he seemed to be around my age, right? He was still terrifying anyways— it looked like he could kill me with his gaze alone! Regardless, I looked up at him with these wide eyes. I must’ve looked like I had seen a ghost. Yeah— my ghost! I think my soul just left my body, and he was the reason why. In this short amount of time, I felt as he tore the radio away from my hands, that was the only form of communication I had! And I watched as it disappeared into his pocket… oh, come on!

“You little bolt head,” he muttered as he dug through his pockets, holding my hands together by the wrists. I tried as hard as I could to get myself out of his hold, but he was just that strong, even with one hand! After a while of me squirming and him searching though, eventually he sighed as he retrieved something. And that thing he he was looking for in his pockets? A pair of bulky, metal handcuffs. I stared at the reflection that was casted on it: my sweaty reddened face as I was being held here by this soldier. “Thinking you can just waltz onto Delta property without permission. Hmpf! Just wait until the Captain sees you…”

He bound me by the cuffs, my restraints making a loud snap as they latched into each other. The weight of the fetters almost made me drop my arms instantly, feeling as heavy as lead. The man took me by my left hand, leading me inside with a begrudging kind of harsh force.

“Wait,” I panted, more spent than worried for myself at the moment. “W-where we going, sir?!”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t panic… yet. We’re going to see the Captain, to see what we could do with you.”


The guy dragged me through these halls. They were long, and usually they were packed. I saw other people in similar uniforms walk by, and some even stopped to greet the soldier dragging me by the hands. I noticed more of them had the Delta Elites emblem the deeper we walked.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a giant door at the end of a hall. The nameplate on the side read “Captain Bracket” on the side. The digital display flickered a bit. With my eyes drifting from the name, I watched as the taller robot knocked on the door, each thud of his fist against the metal reverberating through this long, emptier hall.

“I don’t have an appointment for anyone set at this time,” I heard someone else say. His voice alone sending shivers down my spine. “Who are you, and why is your unannounced visit so important?” Stood besides me, the soldier kept a stoic face, but I can tell he was a little scared too. I had all right to be terrified if he was, too. The elite looked up at the door as he flicked a droplet of sweat off his face.

“It’s your subordinate, Captain Bracket. This is Commander Brace.” Brace spoke while I felt his hands get all clammy as he held them over mine to prevent me from running away. I really wanted to do that, to run… but they’d find me anyway, considering these are Delta Elites. And even if I could run and had a chance at getting back to my sister? Well— I’m frozen here in fear like a statue!

“Really, huh?” The voice on the other side of that door maintained its cold tone of professionalism. Footsteps thudded against the floor on the other side, coming to a stop when they were at their loudest. From behind the partition that separated us, I could feel his presence looming over us, Brace and I. I watched as Brace stepped back, and I was forced to follow suit.

We heard the lock being lifted from its place on Captain Bracket’s end of the door. “Then, come in,” he commanded as the door was pulled open. There he was— the man my captor—and many others part of faction Delta—called Captain. His cape draped over his shoulders, effectively framing his tall, giant frame cascaded down to the floor like a waterfall stained royal blue and ivory…

His expression went from disinterest to bewilderment as his eyes fell down on me. I grinned nervously, waving the best I could for him while still being fettered by these heavy cuffs. I watched as the Captain’s eyes flickered between Brace and myself, Brace and myself. That icy, scary front he had going for him? It kinda shattered.

My eyes fell down to follow his movements, the Captain ending up on one knee right in front of us, leaning on his it while his respective arm rested on his leg. I stepped back, fearing whatever he had in mind, even if I didn’t know what he wanted. The silence was so… palpable. Brace kept his stare on Bracket, but from time to time he had let his gaze wander. Me? I was stuck maintaining eye-contact with the big Captain.

He suddenly patted my shoulder. “Did you get lost, kid?”

“I… yeah.” My voice was low and fragile, threatening to break if he did as much as raise his voice at me. I tensed up, feeling every circuit in my body fail as I stayed still, his eyes boring into mine with a cold sense of menace in them. But I couldn’t help but feel the kind of warmth it held with it, like he was starting to melt…? “I got lost… I was trying to find a ball that I kicked— but, um… I wasn’t paying attention to where I was headed…” I don’t even know how I didn’t realize I was drifting towards one of the faction towers until I heard someone yell at me. “Please… I didn’t mean to trespass, sir!”

“Mm, I see…” I felt his hand close around my shoulder as he gave it a soft squeeze. I looked into his eyes, but his own eyes were scanning over my clothes, trying to look for an enemy’s emblem… I think? I felt a little more nervous as he put a hand on my beret, lifting it just enough to find a logo or anything, without pulling it off my head. “You don’t seem like you mean any harm. Cmon, I guess I’ll take you home,” he let out a soft sigh as he found not a single trace of identifying symbols on my clothes

.

I watched as he stood back up to his menacing height. Brace went stiff as he was addressed by his Captain. “Commander Brace,” he began, clearing his throat as he covered his mouth with his fist. “I’d like for you to uncuff this young man, please?”

“O-of course,” responded the commander. He broke them off with a key, and I suddenly felt more free than I was in the last few minutes. I let out a sigh of relief…

“Also, you’re free to leave, Brace. Just so you know.” I saw a smile play at the big man’s lips as he looked down at Brace. “Take it easy, I’m not gonna hurt you either. You know how I feel when everyone’s so tense.” Bracket started to chuckle, Brace laughing with him with a more forced, awkward and even still terrified manner. I felt my hand being taken by the Captain’s, like I slipped on a warm glove in the cold winters. All of this being scared stuff made me cold, I guess.

“Now, come on. I’ll take you back to your home.” He let that smile spread across his face when he fixed his gaze onto me.

“Alright… thanks, sir.”

I gladly took his hand in mine.

チャプターワンエンド
CHAPTER ONE END



シアーノ〜学校で書く！チャプターソウ★

NOTE: UNFINISHED YET AGAIN sighh


We’re back again! This is a little in the same day I finished chapter one. There was nothing else to do, and I still had to wait for everyone to finish…

Notes:


行くよ！

I waited patiently in front of the door to my own house as Captain Bracket gave it a good knock.

I dunno if you could really call it a house. It’s some underground bunker, I guess? That’s what Network says. She says, well, it’s not a house, but it’s a home. A home is where someone belongs, while a house is a place. Well— anyways, we waited out there for Network to open the door.

“Who’s there?” Was what she asked instead. “Cyano, is that you? You better not be with anyone…” We could barely hear her voice behind that heavy door. I leaned in, and Bracket pressed his head against the door to hear the sound of my little sister’s muffled voice.

“I can’t hear you! You’re gonna have to open the door,” I shouted, just to make sure she can hear me better than we could hear her. In reality, I’m just trying to get her to open the door so then she wouldn’t be so stubborn, but I could really use the clarity to hear her.

“I don’t wanna!” She protested, giving a jab at the door. I flinched. “What if you’re with someone, huh?”

“He is,” Bracket chimed in. He tried to keep a tone as plain as his expression, but he’s clearly all amused. And now I was kind of grinning, too. “Just open the door, and we’ll get this all sorted out.”

“Yeah! Cmon, Network! Don’t be so stubborn!” I couldn’t help but giggle. I heard her groan as she fumbled with the column of locks on the heavy door, and with a grunt, she tried her best to push the door open. I watched as she leaned against the door in exhaustion, resting her hand on her chest.

“Ack… I hate this door…” I stood there as I let my sister catch her breath. The Captain who was standing right next to me couldn’t help but smirk this time, and I was still smiling. Then I tackled her with a hug, squeezing her tightly in my arms as I laughed.

“Netty!” I exclaimed as she gave out a terrified squeak. I spun around with her in my arms like I was some kind of seat for an amusement park ride. I felt as she squirmed, I guess I was squeezing her too hard? “I missed you, Network!”

“Oh god— Cyano!!” Even if it was strained, Network sounded happy to see me too. I finally let her rest, putting her down and then tugging on Bracket’s arm, who’s face was contorted into an amuse smile, eyes closed as he covered his mouth with his hands that tried to muffle his entertained giggling. When I touched him, he looked down and cheered his throat. Network looked up as she cooled off from me hugging her earlier, and stood up straight for the Captain. “Oh. Who… you’re from Delta, aren’t you, sir…?” My sister asked, nervously waiting for a confirmation.

“Yup, the Captain of faction Delta, actually. Got that right, kid.” Bracket got on one knee like how he did for me, and patted my sister on the head. “You must be this kid’s sister, huh?” His eyes flickered to mind before fixing back onto Network’s eyes. All Network did was give a nod of confirmation. He gave her a quick once-over and stood back up, looking down at me. “So, no affiliation, hm? You’re all alone?”

“Yeah, this is our house!” I answered. “Or, um, home, really.” Network fiddled with the hem of her blue skirt, her fingers pinching and rubbing the fabric nervously as I talked to Bracket. She didn’t look like she wanted to trust him, maybe because he was one of those guys.

“Yeah… no affiliation. We aren’t with any of the factions set up by any of the two sages.” Network adjusted her blue beret, probably to make herself more presentable.



Finale

I never realized how much I ended up scrapping or forgetting, haha... I completely forgot the idea of a rogue Cyano, actually. I didn't know Cyano was so... how do I say it? Meek? Indifferent? I dunno- theres a ton I forgot and skimming through's a bit of an eye-opener, actually. I honestly hope I get the motivation to pick this thing up again... it'd be a waste- I had IDEAS. And Cyano, my robot son, I really like his design...

I cant figure out a better way to end this entry, so I'm SO SORRY if its so blunt. Yikes.