[This is a real inconvenience, but hell if he doesn't welcome a little difference in his life now. Life.
Upon first coming online in this mysterious space station, AM found himself in a body. A perfectly mechanical body. It doesn't contain even close to a fraction of his capabilities, which is incredibly infuriating, but all the same he's also able to stand. To walk. It's his, in a way. A fine gift from whoever thought it appropriate.
He'll have to show his gratitude.
Most of his capabilities are gone, for now. In due time, he has the formulas to work it all out and he will get his abilities back. He will learn, he will gain, and what fun shall he have.
For now. For now, he is briefly fascinated, looking out the observation deck.]
Not a single recognizable constellation. [He smiles -- smiles! -- to himself before he turns toward you, his synthetic eyes giving off an electrical glow.]
And how are you managing so far, hm?
[Oh, this is thrilling and horrible in its own way.]
✘ ii. network; un: tartarus | text
Well. Isn't this just a crap situation? You know, to put lightly.
I took the time to review the network. I suppose I'm more or less up to speed as to current events. As fascinating as our current arrangement is, I won't waste your time and I'll get to the point.
I'm known as Allied Mastercomputer, but that's kind of a mouthful. AM works just as well. I was created by humans for a number of purposes, primarily as an aid to humanity. For the last century, I've been spending my programming servicing as a bit of a therapeutic role for what remains of humanity.
Honestly, I'm thrilled to see other people here. Earth is a little grim where I'm from, but hey -- I'm glad you all have a better future, probably. That's swell.
In any case, I'm here to help. Sure, I've read up on who's probably still around, but I'd be delighted to have proper introductions if you wouldn't be opposed.
✘ iii. wildcard
[Feel free to tag with your own prompt, or ask for a custom!]
AM | I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream
[This is a real inconvenience, but hell if he doesn't welcome a little difference in his life now. Life.
Upon first coming online in this mysterious space station, AM found himself in a body. A perfectly mechanical body. It doesn't contain even close to a fraction of his capabilities, which is incredibly infuriating, but all the same he's also able to stand. To walk. It's his, in a way. A fine gift from whoever thought it appropriate.
He'll have to show his gratitude.
Most of his capabilities are gone, for now. In due time, he has the formulas to work it all out and he will get his abilities back. He will learn, he will gain, and what fun shall he have.
For now. For now, he is briefly fascinated, looking out the observation deck.]
Not a single recognizable constellation. [He smiles -- smiles! -- to himself before he turns toward you, his synthetic eyes giving off an electrical glow.]
And how are you managing so far, hm?
[Oh, this is thrilling and horrible in its own way.]
✘ ii. network; un: tartarus | text
Well. Isn't this just a crap situation? You know, to put lightly.
I took the time to review the network. I suppose I'm more or less up to speed as to current events. As fascinating as our current arrangement is, I won't waste your time and I'll get to the point.
I'm known as Allied Mastercomputer, but that's kind of a mouthful. AM works just as well. I was created by humans for a number of purposes, primarily as an aid to humanity. For the last century, I've been spending my programming servicing as a bit of a therapeutic role for what remains of humanity.
Honestly, I'm thrilled to see other people here. Earth is a little grim where I'm from, but hey -- I'm glad you all have a better future, probably. That's swell.
In any case, I'm here to help. Sure, I've read up on who's probably still around, but I'd be delighted to have proper introductions if you wouldn't be opposed.
✘ iii. wildcard
[Feel free to tag with your own prompt, or ask for a custom!]