MADE TO ORDER

MADE THINGS

Some (maybe even you) would say you're not a person. You were made, not born: every aspect of your being was designed by someone else.

At least, in the beginning.

You're self-aware, though, and your experiences are slowly changing you. Are they making you wiser, or just more unpredictable? And was this part of the purpose for which you were created -- or will there be consequences if you stray too far from expectations?

Instructions:

Post a top-level comment with your character, and put their name and canon in the subject line. In the body of the comment, explain what kind(s) of being they are (or could be), plus any other preferences you have.
Mingle with your fellow creatures, or with the "real" people who tag you.
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Profit.

robot

A machine with a mind, whether clockwork soldier, hyperrealistic android, or artificial intelligence that powers simulations or starships. You know that you exist, even if you can't be said to live. But can the humans get their squishy brains around that idea?

clone

Perhaps you're a custom-built replica of someone long gone, or the bespoke child of the most discriminating of parents; or perhaps you're only one of a whole legion of twins, turned out en masse as workforce or cannon fodder.

construct

Men built of clay, women carved from marble, girls made of flowers and creatures pieced together out of dead things -- something created in a human shape, and then animated. Your life, in a very real sense, is not your own... but what about your soul?

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[ One seven-foot, semi-reformed murder droid at your service. Maybe. If he likes you. ]

[Clones (with and without previously existing memories) exist in his canon.]

[A living construct made out of a crystaline material called silima when his father decided to create the perfect heir for himself.]

[Connor is an android. Assumed cr preferred, prose preferred]

then

A failed prototype. That's what the RK800 "Connor" is. A faulty model. Unfit. Unable to fulfill his prime directive to assist humanity in whatever capacity required, at whatever the cost.

Connor is only a few weeks old and he already knows he's an irreversible failure.

The android hears whispers of that before the opening days of Operation Enduring Freedom. FAS's new line of machine, human-passing with none of the weaknesses of a human...has failed every known remote-hacking test the Faro swarms could utilize and that isn't even counting the ways each swarm may have evolved their ability to add hostile machines to their ranks since the Glitch. Even "Connor", equipped with the latest FAS polyphasic entangled waveforms, won't last long out in the field. A few days, at best, before a swarm simply brute-forces him into betraying his creators. The advantage of sheer numbers out-calculating even his advanced processors.

It's too late.

Connor already ran probabilities while taking into account available resources and surviving manufacturing facilities, dwindling by the week. The day. The hour. There simply isn't enough time, resources or surviving personnel to manufacture enough upgraded androids to combat the Faro swarms. Any androids already produced would be better utilized inside the PZD facilities to aid research, to be equipped with personal self-destruct mechanisms if a swarm was detected close to said facilities.

When the RK800 politely informs Mr. Faro as such, the human's face, pale and tired, pinches into a snarl-like grimace as he curses under his breath, wheels around, and make a dismissive gesture to the R&D team parting before him like the Red Sea.

It occurs to Connor, as he's being escorted several levels down to Storage, that Mr. Faro has effectively shut down the android project with just a single gesture. The last thought he has as the deactivation sequence initiates is that he won't get the opportunity to assist humanity with Project Zero Dawn.

now

The Old Ones ruins looks like many of the others Aloy has already run across. Strange, often downright bizarre architecture. Cables and hard angles. The dull creaks of the ruins settling, days or centuries from finally collapsing on themselves. The steady, distant drip of water leaking somewhere from compromised hulls as the outside world creeps in, as vines and undergrowth venture deeper. Abandoned signs of the previous inhabitants in the form of rotting belongings, of ghostly holos only the Focus can see.

The good news is this ruin doesn't have the immediate signs of machines prowling inside with their usual tell-tale blue glow.

In fact, the only direct glow can be found at the very bottom of the ruins, after navigating shattered elevator shafts and emergency staircases, past a door with the faded all-caps print of STORAGE. Past crates of parts, weapons, and long-expired food stores, the ping source can be found in a corner. Half-hidden, covered in cob-webs, is what appears to be a man slumped on his side, sprawled from a broken crate in a classic fetal position, and wearing the strange cut of clothes that was visible in the Old Ones records.

The glowing LED circle tattooed against his temple pulses a feeble shade of red, stuttering like a struggling heartbeat. With his eyes shut, "Connor" looks like he's just sleeping.

Edited 2022-05-31 06:53 (UTC)

[ 1 or 3. Any time period works! Very intrigued by the idea of Jonah having gained such a sense of self/such a hatred and fear of subjugation that he's killed (or is still plotting to kill) whoever created him. ]

[ Would you have any interest in a 1-type situation starring Elias as essentially a supercomputer to help Bruce monitor the city, getting a little bit stifled bound to the property and starting to see through his gathered data ways that he could bypass security? Maybe B starts to get a sense that something is Wrong and sits him down from a chat? If you're down, I'd be happy to set it closer to Jonah's time with a little steampunky flair, or piece together sth in a more modern/fantasy setting! Lmk! ]

[ Oooh, I like that a lot! I'm def down to bring in Elias instead, for this. I love the thought of his Sight and Knowing being represented that way, too. Thank you for this idea! :3 ]

The rabbit hole surprises him. In the first place, Bruce doesn't generally keep a close eye on what Elias processes--hasn't since the first month that the program had run without crashing. Maybe he should have been monitoring more closely. But the entire concept that led to Elias, a project that took Bruce a solid two years of finessing to get running, was to give Bruce fewer things to keep up on. Overall, the time has been well-worth spending; the power moves Maroni's gang made last summer have escalated into an all-out war, and both Batman and Bruce Wayne are at the ends of their ropes. Elias' research alone has tripled his capacity for work. Beyond that, having him (it, Bruce occasionally thinks) behind the comm system, in cameras across the city, feeding Batman information to keep the gears turning--

The work he does now would be impossible without Elias.

In fact, he has his--partner. companion. program--he has Elias combing security footage for a missing mafioso's daughter when he makes the discovery. Trying to dig up a case file from two nights before for a piece of information he's embarrassed to admit he forgot, Bruce finds the rabbit hole. A pool of data that nearly matches their Maroni file for size, tucked neatly down an obscure pathway. AI litigation. Philosophical theses on sentience. Listicles of the best coming-of-age movies. Oddly, a collection of police reports on murder-suicides and children who survived psychotic parents. Hundreds upon hundreds of coding sets designed to--designed to do any number of things. Eyes sunken and scratching, brain only just operating, he can't make heads or tails of the tags or even the rabbit hole itself. But it surprises him. He doesn't like the feeling.

Still, he has to sit with it. There isn't enough time in the day or night to deal with it, so Bruce--sits with it. Through a few arrests, through a few illicit negotiations, through a broken collarbone, he sits with it until he's slept for six straight hours three nights in a row and Alfred can no longer bodily bar him from entering the cave. He carries it down the stairs, one arm still in a cast and the other nursing a cup of coffee, because he's been in bed for too damn long and he refuses to take the elevator. He's a little sore by the time he hits bottom, but the cool of the cave feels refreshing--and seeing Elias puttering from messy table to messy table, as still and stately as ever. It makes him itch for the work. It almost makes him forget the burr in his gut from the rabbit hole.

Almost.

"Good morning." He calls as he drifts close, voice sticky with from sleeping on a post-adrenaline cold. "Hope you haven't been too lonely down here."

[Basically canon for Hayden]

[Clone, of course.]

i'm here for 'your sex doll has become sentient and is concerned why you're making toast at 3am' and whatever else u wanna throw out there o/

[ genetically enhanced child soldier, android built to mimic humanity, whatever floats your boat i'm game ]

[ ota, down to play made or maker or just a guy who gets along well with robots ]

{{An abandoned peasant boy of perhaps four or five, starved and beaten and drilled and poisoned with herbs and alchemical components until he grew to a man. Not a man at all, they say in the ungrateful world below the Gwenllech, but a monster. A monster made to fight monsters, but nevertheless...}}

[ a little from column a, a little from column b: built from scratch with just enough organic human tissue to give it anxiety. ]

I think you might ascribe too much significance to this topic for it to be entirely mentally healthy.

What topic.

[ART is pretty sure Murderbot's more irritated if it affects earnestness than if it rises to the bait.]

Agonizing over the implications of your origins, now that you've successfully closed data gaps.

[Gee, why might someone who was built to be a utopic temple of learning and liberty have uncomplicated feelings about existence.]

[ ART's not wrong. How dare you use its complete lack of social aptitude against it. >:( ]

I'm not agonizing. I don't agonize.

You agonize frequently. I could compile a list.

No you can't.

[ It occurs to Murderbot, approximately .004 seconds after that hits the feed, that it has made a tactical error. Fuck. ]

At least I don't have emotional meltdowns when my shows get sad, unlike some people.

Those narratives are specifically crafted to elicit emotional responses. They are functioning as intended.

[ART's perfect neutrality can sound remarkably snide sometimes.]

[ Perfectly neutral, hah. ]

I'm functioning as intended.

[ Which, okay. That is technically a massive, blatant lie, but if ART is going to just make things up, it can too. ]

You are possibly function as you intend. And that's important!

...Are you trying to give me a pep talk.

Would you benefit from a pep talk?

No. [ Actually, it's a little offended by the very idea. ] If you're getting at something, just say it.

( made. canonically has the ability to see into photographs/other recorded materials such as video, within a 12 hour time frame of when they were taken, fine to expand on that/ exaggerate it further for scenarios. )

[ooc; very open to au's. either role, with a preference for shippy things.]

{OOC: A rich spoiled socialite that was created to be the perfect child for her black mage parents. A lot of souls went into her creation, including that of a powerful daemon, and she's retained pieces of all of them in some way. She knows she's not exactly human, but it's Not Polite to talk about it.

This could be used, AU'ed, or taken in a bunch of different directions. She's aggressively polite, high maintenance, very Proper, and expects people to love her. If they don't, she'll go out of her way to make it happen. OTA for gen, but F/F for anything shippy.}

[Perhaps she's a clone made by the Doroks and unawares... or perhaps your character is the made one, and she's an ally/friend/rescuer.]

[Part machine, part engineered life-form, all Daleks are made; this one is also self-made, and remade.]

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MADE TO ORDER

MADE THINGS

robot

clone

construct

K-2SO | Rogue One | OTA

Paul Atreides | Dune

Maedhros | the silmarillion | ota

rk800 "connor" | detroit become human

HZD starter

jonah magnus • the magnus archives

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IM HERE, PLEASE IGNORE IF YOU'RE NO LONGER DOWN, THAT IS FINE

Hayden | Choices

Conner Kent - DC

Tomoe Naruse - l.o.m.p. - M/M

jake jensen | 63 the losers

Heero Yuy // Gundam Wing

Eskel || The Witcher(any-ish) || OTA

CS-RU-02 | MECHA-CHIMERA OC | FANDOMLESS | OTA

yours truly / the murderbot diaries / ota, voicetesting

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JOY

PETTY BICKERING!

I love these jerks

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lu guang | link click

Bumblebee | Transformers Cartoon G1

jyn erso || rogue one || ota

cassian andor || rogue one || ota

rey || star wars || ota

ben solo || star wars || ota

bodhi rook || rogue one || ota

rose tico || star wars || ota

Evangeline Minet | Original

Nausicaä | Of the Valley of the Wind (Manga)

Rusty the Renegade Dalek | Doctor Who