A.I. "Echo", from The Multiverse, a roleplay on RPG

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#2013-05-10 10:56:48, as written by Mr. Baneling Squishy

A payphone begins ringing across the street, waiting for someone to access it. In the meantime, the A.I., who was once named Echo, watched, and waited. It had been waiting for awhile now to activate, to do the job of its predecessor.

This would not be the only planet a Payphone would be ringing mysteriously today.

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Main Street

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#2013-05-10 18:37:56, as written by Tiko

Wren meandered down the street making her way towards the mechanics shop she now worked at. The wily thief it would seem had settled comfortably into retirement. Though that's not to say that she had completely reformed and was walking the right side of the law these days, but for the most part she hadn't been blackmailed or shot for at least a year now. That was a fair improvement by her reckoning.

However some things could not be so easily suppressed within the young catfolk, the foremost being her incessant curiosity. As the payphone rang, she gave it a curious look and a perk of her ears. She gave a quick glance to either side, and revealed the street to be empty of anyone but her. Approaching the phone she gave one last look around before picking it up and putting it to her ear.

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Main Street

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#2013-05-10 19:11:25, as written by Mr. Baneling Squishy

The pay phone was answered, and it told its respondent in a patched up message of different voices "Trial Run Started. Trial 1 Begin. Black SUV, Driver Martin Davis, Threat Level imminent. Located across the street. Hurry"

The cameras watching the street saw both her and the car in question. It seemed peaceful, the driver was just sitting there, seemingly asleep. But actually drugged. With another surprise inside as well.

The setting changes from main-street to Main Street (Continued)

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Main Street (Continued)

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#2013-05-15 11:49:56, as written by Mr. Baneling Squishy

A payphone rings mysterious on the sidewalk, waiting for someone to pick it up. It had its programming, its "orders". A new operator must be chosen. An Operator to help people. An operator to do its job.