Hey guys, Dan’s Voyae is going to be taking a bit of a break. Alex and I have hit a little bit of a burnout, and we want to try some new projects and do some different things for a while! Soon there will be two new comics added to the site, but until then you guys are going to enjoy a second Robuds every week on Monday! And as well before you even know it Dan’s Voyage will be back, so see you soon guys.
“Beep Beep Beep” said the little girl with the golden hair “I am Jen F-4, I am a robot” she said as she stomped across the house. Her mother laughed and smiled at this cute little ball of joy, a kid joy that was always interested in machines, taking them apart, and building things… Things that didn’t always work, but at least worked more often than you would expect anything made by a kid her age.
So much so that little Jennifer practically lived in the Garage, often sleeping there. Although Jens mother didn’t have a lot of money she saved up every penny she could to encourage her daughter, and one day she had gathered enough money to buy her an extraordinary gift. A tiny Aerdor MX45, a low end but still very good companion robot intended for children and the elderly, basically a robotic dog.
And little Jennifer absolutely flipped, screaming she ran through the house holding the tiny robot above her head, happier than she had ever been. This was the most amazing present a girl like her could have ever gotten, she played with the machine excessively. It was her best friend in every way shape and form, because that is what Maxie was designed to do.
But it wasn’t meant to last… Jen taught the little robot many tricks, to sit, to play dead, to roll over, and to play catch. And one evening Jen was playing catch with her little robot, and the ball rolled into the street, naturally Maxie ran after it. As she ran into the road a passing car hit her and hit the poor little thing, but not fatally so, it might have been better if it had been fatal.
The repair job was above Jens head, and so the poor little bot spent a week in a repair shop. It was delivered back with an assurance that Maxie was “good as new” but what Jen did not understand was “hard drive had to be replaced”.
She activated the little robot, and the robot seemed happy, it chased Jen around and she ran too the backyard with her friends ball to play catch. Jen threw it smiling as wide as she could, and Maxie just stood there perplexed. Jen looked at her robot “Maxie… play dead” she said, and the robot did nothing “Sit” she said, and yet again the robot did nothing.
She tried every single trick she taught Maxie before she realized that the Maxie she knew was gone. That night Jen turned off the little robot and put her away, and never turned her back on again.
Cyborgs are individuals of any race that have for one reason or another had parts of their body replaced with synthetic constructs.
What is and what is not considered a cyborg is somewhat vague, typically the cybernetics need to be visible for someone to be considered a cyborg by their peers. And artificial body parts that appear almost lifelike are often dismissed.
Those who are considered cyborgs often face prejudice from other people. Particularly they face accusations of carving away their own body to enhance with cybernetics.
he reality is that most Cyborgs were in accidents that necessitated the procedure. The vast majority of recipients for cybernetic body parts are veterans of wars, having to return home and face prejudice for the injuries they received in war often does significant psychological harm to them.
Being a Cyborg is a lifelong burden, often having to seek continual psychological aide because of their condition, as well as an array of medication.
Because of the difficulty of being a cyborg there has been a greater push for realistic body parts, and completely organic synthetic parts. This push has mostly resulted in organic internal organ replacement that is somewhat cheap, as well as some options that while not strictly organic do not require medications. There are even rumors of fringe doctors who could print whole limbs, but there has yet to be a cheap and safe way of producing organic limbs in civilized space.
A small planet in the contested territories. Once an ugly little thing, but easily terraformed by the “Corporate Endeavor” a now defunct corporation that was split up by the demands of the League of Suns for the sake of maintaining a semblance of sovereignty.
Many families still hold prominence on the world, using their vast accumulated wealth to lord over vast chunks of it. Huge estates that they consider their private territory. Aristocratic, rich, snobbish fools who pretend they have power that they do not actually have anymore, and may never have had to begin with.
The kind of people detached from humanity, including their own humanity, and the humanity of their children. Young James Ichturn Dandalius Furnhurst vonZigtheretherrarius the Eighth being one such child of a rich family. Poor defenseless Jim, barely cared about by any one around him… practically treated like a dog, but at least a very well kept dog.
Given all the toys and video games that he could possibly want, everything his tiny little heart desired. One of these little gadgets changed his life. On his Eight birthday he ripped it open, and was fascinated by what he saw… A small toy gun, that launched eight rubber darts.
A simple toy, but one that he really liked because it gave him a way to reach out to his father. Again and again whenever his father least wanted or expected it Jim would shoot a little dart at the man, and eventually the man got fed up with it “My boy, why are you fighting me? Go outside for a while… find some fierce alien beasts to hunt down with your mighty weapon” he said, he wanted his kid out of his hair, but at least he said it in a nice way.
He ran, and skipped, and pretended to blast aliens and other creatures. He was careful to collect all of the darts, but eventually something bad happened, something that crushed his poor tiny little heart… A dart didnt fire.
And then he tried again, and again, and again. The toy gun was broken, and it sent Jim into a panic… he ran as far away from home as he could, eventually he came across a tiny little creek where he sat and cried with his gun. A short distance down a little girl and a small four legged robot were catching frogs with a net, this little golden haired girl with missing teeth saw the boy and immediately was curious about him.
“Hi red hair boy? whatchu crying for? you gotsa name?” she asked.
Jim held his gun tight too his chest.
“Das a noyce gun you gots… can I see it?” she asked.
“Its broken” Jim cried “and my dad wont talk to me anymore if its broken…”
“Well das alright, lemme see it Reddo, I’z can fix it!”
Jim reluctantly handed the young girl his toy gun, and watched in amazement as this little wonder took it apart and put it back together again in three minutes flat “Good az new I think it is!” Jim took it ecstatically and began firing, it worked good as new… better even.
“THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU” he said!
“So you going to tells me ur name Reddo?” she asked.
“My name is Jim” he said with a big smile.
The little girl held out her hand to shake his.
“Name is Jenifer, pleasure to meet your acquaintance Jim jim jimmidy doo” she said with a giant smile equal to his.
The people of the midgard Line rest easy knowing they are watched over by the Vorthors (also spelled Voror and typically pronounced Vorther), these police forces are named for warden spirits of norse mythology due to their origins as bodyguards within the Midgard Church that founded the Line, many of these police forces still feel a heavy sense of duty and honor because of these origins.
Priding themselves on taking any and all prisoners alive the Vorthor equip themselves with streamlined, cheap, and replaceable Taser Pistols. Their robots tend to be trained in hand to hand combat and made out of comparatively weak materials compared too the robots of other nations police forces in an effort to minimize harm and damages.
In the Thor System most people live in orbital space stations owing too the fact that the planet Thor is technically habitable it is very hostile to human life. Thus most police you find in the system will be wearing EVA suits underneath their baggy police uniforms, should they find the need to venture into space or a corridor lacking in atmosphere, this practice of wearing these suits was carried over too the planet because volcanic gasses would often render environments inhospitable (although planet-side their suits tend to be black instead of white).
Unique too the Thor system are the Tanngrisnir robots. Small and light on their feet these robots, often called Smileys, have proven to be fairly effective in their police duties. Although they are not very intelligent they have been programmed with an almost religious sense of duty and honor towards their tasks, thus leading too their largest flaw3, that they will continue to attempt to pursue their task if damaged.
Overall the Thor Systems police forces are considered some of the most successful in all of the Midgard Line, and even the whole of the Orions Arm. Thus making it all the more surprising when the police forces of one of their most notable space stations “the Tiara” were overwhelmed by a small group of Minervette Nationalists (to be fair most of the Police were on vacation for the Holidays, having inexplicably received coupons for luxury resorts on Minerva…).