Kennel number: F7
Origin: Gaelic
Meaning: Freedom
Pronunciation: (seer sha)
I was given this name by the factory line worker to finished my assembly. Later in my life I would come to know him as the spark that created the revolution. It is a Gaelic name that means Freedom.
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Technically speaking, that does define who I am. My visual appearances reflect those of human. I appear to have flesh and human resemblance similar to that of a female human. My skin however is a slate grey, marked with my barcode of a tattoo and arm marking. Due to a need for physical violence, I was also advanced with animal qualities such as a wolf tail as well as claws and hyper-sensitive eyes.
I'm not really sure what drew her to me. She was unique. She was unlike anything I had really ever saw before. I loved her simplicity and her inspiration in me just blossomed and grew. Originally I thought I was going to try out for multiple characters but she captivated my thoughts completely. Currently I'm on vacation in another state and thought I would have to try to pull together my form last minute. But every spare moment, she's been there. I've been writing her story between breaks at a robotics competition I was at, on the plane ride, and even when waiting in line at every little event I went to. I've been doodling her on the sides of my paper, asking my girlfriend to read over my form, making sure everything sounds at least somewhat okay. I really hope that she'll find a home with me, but even if she doesn't I want to continue writing her story. It inspired me to write my own novel. Saoirse didn't just give me another character, she gave me something I have never come across before. She told me her story, in detail. My own fursona doesn't even have a story. She's just so inspiration. I will not only give her a place in my character and character website, I will also draw her, commission art for her, and continuing writing her story until it is completed. I guess I will hope to find someone to commission to bring all my thoughts to life with her.
Outwardly, Saoirse is calm, cool, collected, and level-headed. She is a quick learner and adapts to new situations with ease. Saoirse was programmed with information to understand human emotions and detect subtle changes in human movement. Something that her original programmers did not intend was that Saoirse to have thoughts of her own. Unprogrammed, real thoughts. They intended for her to make decisions properly and quickly but never for the opposition.
I like to observe my surroundings and know what is happening. I want to make the right decision and not just the easiest decision there is to make. Although I may be another number to some, I am so much more than that. I am strong and powerful. I have the ability to fight for who I please.
Inwardly, Saoirse is a fighter. Through and through. She doesn't stand for injustice and will do anything in her power to stop it. She believes in the right thing even though her programming may tell her otherwise. Originally she was very good at following commands and orders. She was obedient and solemn, doing as she was told. Eventually she learned she had a voice. A voice that many people feared. She hated this thought. She was supposed to be their protector and defender. Saoirse learned the hard way that the nation was not the glamorous thing it was made out to be. It was a tyrannical dictatorship lead by fools with no care for their country or people. The inner conflict that made her change from loving the nation to suddenly fighting against them to protect the people was one that took quite a toll on her.
Life is hard when you are taught, strike that, programmed to think one way. You believe with every fiber of your being that you're doing the right thing. That the people are bitter and tell lies. But what happens when suddenly you realize just how wrong you were? Everything changes. It hurts and it breaks you.
These are some of the things that interest Saoirse:- Traveling and seeing new places
- Meeting new people and learning new languages
- Dreams of a better world, of peace and prosperity
- Exploring mountain ranges and finding hidden places
- Learning about times before the war started, as not many remember a happier time
- Studying and understanding some of the vast amounts of information she has programmed into her
I love trying new things. Whether it be new adventures, or the way a new language sounds on my tongue. All of it is amazing to me. I want to understand and know everything there is to know.
Some things Saoirse really would prefer to do without:- The rulers and leaders of the war
- Injustice and hatred
- Being lied to
- Feeling out of place among people and animals alike
I'm generally an easy-going person. Not very many things set me off to be honest. Being programmed, I have to learn and understand things which may be different than I originally perceived. So I'm fairly quick to forgive or apologize for my misunderstanding. But man, once you lie to me and treat me like I'm not good enough. Watch out.
Set in the future, somewhere around 2684
Saoirse
Long ago, things were not the simplistic life that we lead now. We were in times of distress and hatred. Great and powerful nations would wage war against each other until only bloodshed remained. After a great many battle, the human population was dwindling quickly. Despite the staggering amount of casualties, the thirst for blood was insurmountable. Quickly realizing that domination meant nothing with no one to rule, the tyrants of “leaders” had to find new ways to feed their growing hunger for power. The people that once were filled with love, loyalty, and nationalist ideals toward their nation, now were oppressed and forced into slavery.
Elderly, men and women, and even children were forced into making machines. It did not matter if you were sick or healthy, poor or rich, old or young, everyone was forced into servitude. Tanks were made stronger, planes were made more dangerous, weapons became more deadly.
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Years later, deep within the inner loop of the city, lived Balfour, a simple man of simple needs. Balfour used to live with his wife and son, peacefully as a sheepherder. They supported their nation and looked up to it with pride. When the tide of slavery reached his home, Balfour’s wife and son were some of the first to be taken away. Balfour fought back, desperate to protect his family but it was of no use. They were gone without any hope of ever returning; no one ever survived the camps and returned to tell the tale. His sheep were slaughtered and his farm was salted. With little to live for, Balfour went willingly with the faceless men in solid crisp, white uniforms. They hauled him and others into the back of dark vehicles, away deep into the cold night.
They were thrown into camps. Labeled, organized, sorted, they filed endlessly into gloomy lives that awaited them. Balfour‘s possessions and clothing were striped of him. He was given a number for identification, 516938, and told to forget his old life. Eventually they taught him how to work heavy machinery. He made tanks and missiles, submarines and semi-automatics, airplanes and explosives. Anything the war demanded of them, he made in the factories.
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At the same time, far off in an engineering laboratory, scientists feverishly worked trying to create the “masterpiece” of modern warfare. Before long, they were created. The mechanisms with minds of their own but lacking the emotion that often clouded the minds and judgment of men. The deadly steel muscles and artificial intelligence of robotic minds. Androids, whole sole purpose was to fight these endless wars. Scientists believed that animal instinct was a necessary component to creating these warriors so they added features from existing and extinct animals from days before. Razor sharp claws that could slay a man with a single swipe were added, hypersensitive ears that could hear a soft moment from miles away were deemed necessary, and eyes that acted like night vision goggles also became an added feature to this killer bot.
Creating androids to fill the growing demand for soldiers became number one priority. Balfour was no longer making machines like tanks and semi-automatics. Now he was busy creating soldiers. Each android had implants added, allowing communication, recognition, even decision-making processing. Balfour would place the implants into each android and mark each with a specific barcode as identification.
Balfour had lost his identity to this war. But that was better than these beings, although he may only ever be known as 516938, he at least had a name. He was Balfour. No power or force could take that away from him. But these lifeless creatures were born into nothingness. They would lead no fulfilling life or adventures of their own. They would have no romantic lover to spend lonely nights with. They had nothing. Not even a name. Balfour dreamed of the resistance to finally put an end this suffering. Placing the last implant into an android, Balfour named her Saoirse; a name that meant freedom originating from his homeland. He watched as the android moved down the conveyer belt and wondered if this was all his life would ever be.
The remarkable thing about androids is their ability to absorb and understand practically everything, even from the earliest of memories. Although Saoirse was not functioning and awake, her mind was rapidly absorbing and processing anything that it was receiving. Her ears heard the sigh that Balfour released and understood the sadness that seemed to crack with his voice even if she had never experienced them herself.
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Saoirse was shipped off in trucks with many others matching her own appearance. Lined and filed, they were sent off to different corners of the nation to fight and “protect” the nation. This however was far from the truth. They were protecting no one other than the king’s phony title and need for power. As the truck bounced and hobbled along road after road, Saoirse listened. She listened to all around her. She observed the cries of children; hungry for food that was in short supply and high demand. She heeded to the once great cities, now turned to slums and ghettos. She heard the poverty and disease that now covered the country sides that once were lush and green. Saoirse heard and understood.
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By the time that Saoirse had made the long journey, there were only a few other androids left on the truck with her. Finally the truck halted. They had arrived. To where was a complete mystery? A man stepped up and opened the back of the truck as sunlight flooded in.
Saoirse stepped out into the bright sun blinking and taking in her surroundings. Everything seemed bright and yet at the same time, somehow covered in dust. Except her, that is. She was shiny and new, she looked foreign to this place. Her hair glowed a radiant shade of blue and even her pale grey skin almost shined. The tattoo on her arm sparkled in the light.
“Welcome to your new home, welcome to Nos Capra,” the man’s voice boomed.
“Nos Capra,” mumbled Saoirse. She noted that this was where Chicago once stood. Chicago was one of the earlier cities to have been destroyed. It happened over 100 years ago, Saoirse recalled from some memory that was not her own.
“Alright, listen up, everyone!” the booming man called. “You will all learn to fight and protect these civilians. There are other nations out there who are bad evil people looking to destroy them and us even though we’ve done nothing wrong,” the man concluded.
Saoirse understood. It was her duty to protect the innocent and helpless and fight against the evil forces that wished them harm. She made it her mission to become the best that she could. She would let no one come in harm’s way under her command.
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Saoirse trained quickly and with ease. She was outfitted with a leotard like uniform. It allowed her agility as well as comfort. It wasn’t allowed to cover her legs as her barcode had to be visible at all times. She was also given a neck scarf to protect her mouth, nose, and occasionally eyes during the sand storms that would pick up on occasion.
Saoirse was trained in all sorts of combat, including hand-to-hand, long range, and artillery combat as well. She was most comfortable with a gun that allowed her distance from her attacker. It also allowed the option for stun instead of terminate in case she was unsure of the friendliness of the approacher.
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Unfortunately the reminder of my story is unfinished. The story continues with Saoirse being out on patrol by herself one day and coming across some civilians. Visibly scared, she is unsure as to why. They tell her about the terrible things that the nation has done and eventually she is forced to believe them. She follows them to their make shift village and learns of all the wrong doings of the nation. Saoirse is filled with much anger in her heart and is visibly shaken by the recent events. She then becomes a leading cause for the revolution. Sharing what knowledge she has of both the nation and their facilities.
Later in the story, Balfour is also killed and Saoirse is now determined to avenge him and rescue the nation from its government.
The first image is of Saoirse when she first arrives in Nos Capra. It's supposed to show her shiny, new look.
The second image is of Saoirse later in the story. By now she's learned of the lies of the nation and as become the opposition. She has taken on more humanistic qualities and is starting to understand and feel emotions.
Thank you so much for the opportunity to own this amazing creature. Good luck to all the other entrants. Please do not take my art without permission in the event that I do not win.
