NOT just A ROBOT
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There's always a right tool for the job, be it as simple as a hammer for a nail or on up to the much, much more complex. In this, the near future, the new tool for the abstract, post-modern job is no longer from the humble tool box - it's robots. Robots have taken over most sectors, such as assembly, law enforcement, and even health care. Things run so much smoother when they're automated. Yet the most impressive factor is that robots have just recently begun to enter a sector previously believed to require human touch: the personal sector. From personal assistants to robo bodyguards to pleasurebots, most anyone who's anyone has a personal robot these days. Of course, humanity being the narcissistic charmers we are, all "companion" sector robots are made in our own beautiful image, or close to it.
But you know this. You have a personal robot, after all...or you are one.
Whether owner or robot, it's important to remember one key rule: robots, no matter how human they appear, cannot feel emotions. Any appearances thereof are programming in the AI.
Robots certainly, absolutely, cannot fall in love. Again, any appearances thereof are programming in the AI. If that's not the case, and "love" still seems present...
...well, a toll that no longer functions correctly may not be right for the job.
HOW TO PLAY ➟
- Comment with your character, preference, and whether you want to play a human or a robot.
- Reply to others.
- Use the RNG to choose a prompt or pick one yourself.
OWNER ➟
- Long Time Owner → You and your robot are a well-oiled machine, no pun intended.
- New Purchase → Congratulations, you have your brand new personal bot!
- Second Hand → Someone else owned this robot before you, but it can't be too damaged. There's no way you could afford a brand new one, anyway.
- For Science! → Your interests in robots are purely scientific. No matter how yours begins to act towards you, honest!
- Rescue → Whether you took them from the dump or from a bad owner, you brought this robot from the jaws of deletion.
- Reluctant → You never wanted a robot, but you've got one thrust on you anyway.
- Cruel → They're just a fancy computer, so you'll treat them however you like.
- See the Humanity → Even if you know it's all machinery and programming, you can't help but see the human side of your robot. They shouldn't have to be a servant.
- What's Real and What's Not → The lines are beginning to blur between real people and their emotions and your robot.
- Incompatible → You can't be with a machine, either romantically or sexually. You're simply not compatible.
- Too Engrossed → They say you've created a fantasy world. You're forgetting reality, or choosing to ignore it.
- Don't Care → You won't listen to what the others say; you know how you feel.
- Have to Pull Away → The close relationship you had with your robot has to be put aside for your own good.
- Live a Normal Life → As much as you can, you and your robot live like a normal couple.
- Bad End → Your robot is taken away, reprogrammed, or destroyed.
ROBOT ➟
- The Perfect Robot → You know what you and exactly what you were made to do. You will not stray.
- More Human than Human → Whoever programmed you made you to be just like a human.
- Conflicted → There is no way you could have what they call "feelings." But what is this stirring in your circuitry?
- Confused → Why do people treat you like a robot? You're a living thing, damn it!
- Damaged → Somehow, you've been corrupted. You're a blank slate and have to be cared for, though it should be the opposite. Or it could be that you're showing erratic behavior that no robot should...
- Shown Kindness → When you're treated kindly by a human, you are unsure how to process it. It makes you feel - content.
- No Longer Just a Program → Your "love" and "affection" may have been shades and imitations at first, but that's not the case any longer.
- Obsolete Model → You know you're old. Will you be forced to leave your master's side?
- Jealousy → A robot should not feel jealous. Still, you envy those close to your master.
- Job is Personal → You were programmed to protect or to serve, though you also do it because you...care
- Second Chance → Your old master tossed you aside and now you are wary. But you've been given another chance instead of being used for scrap.
- Rogue → There is no way you will be tied to the oppressive system. You refuse to serve the Living Things. Somehow, though, you've become aligned with one.
- One of a Kind → There are no other robots like you, and perhaps you are intended for a sinister fate. Rather than face your true duty, you have escaped to take refuge with a human.
- Specialty → You were created specifically for this one special person.
- Reprogrammed → Because of previous defects, you were taken back to factory settings before. However, that treacherous virus, "love," is bubbling back up.
- Android → You can't just forget the part of you that was - still is - organic.
- Learn to Be Human → Despite the odds and the prejudices you both will face, you have decided to live as a free, living person with the one you care for most.
- Bad End → You're to be junked, impacted, wiped clean, or taken away from your owner.
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bakerstreet2018-08-13 08:08 pm
helen cho | mcu
SCREAMS scientist falling in love with their creation INTO THE DISTaNCE
and then
SCIENTIST FALLING IN LOVE WITH THEIR CREATION that was commissioned by some shady government/black market/ops entity so the scientist risks everything to free the robot they made and just let me die
the more miserable the thread is, the more suffering, the fucking better. ]
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idk your thoughts on dbh in general/if you're canonblind but if you're at all interested in the whole 'creation commissioned by some shady government as a weapon' setup of it...! if you're canonblind and/or want to hash it out feel free to pm me and i'll give a run-down. ]
arrives 10 days late with starbucks
motor functions normal
biocomponent functions normal
A/V systems loading...
The first thing Connor sees is a wide, expansive room. No windows. Glowing touch-screens and diagrams everywhere.
scan complete: workplace of cho, helen (doctor)
downloading information on cho, helen
Connor doesn't speak, because there's no need to. He stands there and he waits for instructions, moving his hands to clasp them loosely behind his back. Each movement is predetermined and exact, even with his first time being activated. That's the benefit of machines, of course - it's why SHIELD wanted them in the first place. Born as soldiers, no need to raise anyone for decades while teaching them skills.
Not when you could manufacture a product that could simply download anything SHIELD would need them to do.
primary mission: wait for instructions
secondary mission: locate cho, helen (owner of lab)
accessing file of cho, helen...
secondary mission updated
secondary mission: locate cho, helen (creator)
That correction seems important, somehow. ]
brings a croissant five years later
[ Dr. Helen Cho (doctor, owner, creator) can't help but smile as she presses past glass panel doorways, the tablet in her hand projecting a HUD interface. SHIELD had given her three days for first activation alone; all previous attempts at AI, rudimentary as they'd been, had taken weeks to merely get online - bug testing is still in early phases on the latest models.
Yet here she and her team are.
Still aware of the implications of failure in fresh tech, however, she's able to reign in the feeling any creator has towards their creation and return to her neutral, tight sort of professionalism. She observes Connor with a once-over of the eyes before addressing him directly, stylus in her free hand. ]
Good morning. Designation, please?
no subject
A door opening is a close match for the first sound. The second is footsteps. Both are added - not to the baseline data fed to Connor before he was activated, but into his own memories. He has those, now. That's new.
Everything is new, he supposes.
The source of the footsteps stops in front of him. He recognizes the face from the picture, but even so, he scans it:
scan complete
cho, helen
Birth date, location, profession, degrees; all of that feeds in as well. Connor creates a new file titled Cho, Helen and places it all there. ]
My serial number is 313-248-317. [ He's never heard himself speak before. She chose the voice he's listening to right now, of course. ] I believe I'm meant to use the designation 'Connor' when interacting with most humans, however.
[ There is no prompt to ask her a question in return. But Connor wants--
He doesn't want. He is programmed to accommodate humans, and he is going to find out how best to do so. ] What would you prefer I call you?