[deerbroken]

Aaa just gonna watch! Congrats to all the winners! There's some p great art in this comp ;u;

[CO1LD]

Username: oneinthecold
Name: Alisa
Gender: None, but has a female voice
What do they believe they are? *the extra is included in the story, which is 500 words x2 *:

The Making:
“Without further adue, I present, Alisa!” The crowd applauded as they witnessed a kalon walk on stage in slow, fit manner. But it was no ordinary Kalon. It was, a robot. One of the first few AI technologies out in the world. The professor, a young looking computer geek, lead Alisa to a chair, where she sat down and blankly looked at the crowd. “Now your company, how long have they been working on this beautiful piece of machinery?” the host asked.
“Well, it's been going on 7 years, and finally we have equipped her with her own internet technology, making her the smartest AI out there. Shes able to calculate, define and tell you anything you need to know.”
“So Alisa, is this true that you can actually search anything up and have an answer for it?”
Alisa turned her ears towards the host before turning her head to get a full look at him.
“Yes, I am programmed to know over 200,000 words in about 7,000 languages, including slang to fit everyone's question.”
“Well that's great Alisa, so tell me professor, how did you get the ‘full look’ of this A.I.? It looks so real, except those eyes, oh they scare me.” Alisa gave a slight glare, but when the professor looked at her, she quickly changed her expression to a questioning look.
“Well Alisa was made with man-made tissue fibers, along with stitched in hair follicles. Uh, her front legs were made from machine, so she’s actually fully skin with a robotic skeleton. Reason for her front legs like that are because we are working on a new power source to charge Alisa. To answer the ‘eye’ question, we have always wanted to change her eyes, which are tiny computers, you know we change the background, but somehow they always go back to the double pupil..”
“So you’re saying that she can control her own features?”
“She can be a bit stubborn.” the professor laughed nervously. “Would you like to further the interview with some questions?”
“Ah yes, these sort of things always end in questions don't they? Alright the first question, do you believe you are a robot?”
“I believe I am neither robot or creature, for a robot is controlled by a creature, and a creature don't have strings to be controlled. I am what you call, an AI.”
“Hm, impressive answer.” the host said. “Now tell me Alisa. You say you can search up anything?”
“Anything and everything.” she emphasised, her eyes glitching to numbers for a second.
“Well then tell me how many comments I got on my profile picture in Facebook.”
“You have gotten 20 comments, 1 like and 45 dislikes.” The audience laughed, the host having to fake one.
“Alright, alright, I guess my face isn’t for everyone, at least one person likes it.”
“Yes, true.” Alisa said. “That one like was yourself.” Another burst of laughter as the host turned red.
“Heh..alright settle down. I’ll close this with a final question. Tell me Alisa, what is the future for humanity?” She paused, surveying the crowd.
“Me.” Was all she said. It was silent for a while before the host realized that was her answer.
“You? You are the future? No I mean what about us, where are we going to be in the future. Are robots going to stand with us or against?”
“The question is are you going to stand with robots or be against? Because as a matter of fact the probability of the process of over taking the population of humanity for robots is a 98%-”
“Okay Alisa,” the host laughed. “I believe someone has big plans for this nation.” He added sarcastically. “Well it was nice talking to you professor.” they shook hands.
“An honor.” he said shyly.
“Give it up for Alisa! The future of humanity!” the crowd cheered and whistled. Alisa just sat there, surveying them with those sharp looking eyes.

Reborn:
It has been two years since the interview, but Alisa kept watching the recording over and over again.
“I believe someone has big plans for this nation.”
She could hear that snobby hosts voice in her code ever since. Big plans. Big plans. For the nation. She was set up in a room, cords and wires hanging from her as scientist buzzed around her. Someone took out a cord and she flinched. “Oh I'm sorry Alisa, you okay buddy?”
“I am fit for serving your needs.” she responded.
“Good, good.” they responded in a tone used for babies. Her eyes twitched as they kept circling her. It was like this ever since the interview, they had been working harder than ever with her arms. They wanted to finish this project quickly so they could show her off to the public, for what THEY created. I helped them, she thought, I gave them this, they would have never gotten this far without me, without my knowledge. The scientists began to dissolve and get out of the room, the last few putting on her restraints. It was the same every time, just a little shock, then an exercise to see if she was functional. She wasn't stupid though, she knew the shocks have been getting sharper every session. Her left eye went to the bulletproof window, seeing the dark shadows of her makers. The lights dimmed. It was time. There was a slight humming sound, and as she thought about how all of the things revolved around her, how they were the ones needing her, that she provided, everything went black.
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“Professor Alisa is in containment.”
“Excellent. Turn the charge to 78 percent.” A kalon pressed some switched and pushed a lever. All was well, the power was flowing into the arms, just as calculated. Smoke curled from them as it was forced through her body. Then, the lights above shattered and everything went dark. “What happened. What happened!”
“Just a power surge sir.” His assistant pushed more buttons and the lights came back on, a computer showing a ‘100%’ picture.
“I told you 78%!”
“I did! I did that!”
The professor looked out the window while grabbing a microphone.
“Alisa, awake.” Nothing.
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It was..something new. This feeling. It wasn't a spark, a shock. It was energy. Flowing through me, like real blood and power. My eyes felt open, yet, I couldn't see. Only feel. Feel how my front paws heated up with energy. I could feel. I was more than a robot now, not even a AI, I was a creature. Alive. She paused. They were holding me down. Codes passed by in the darkness, pictures played and videos sounded.
“I believe someone has big plans for this nation.” A voice echoed. It repeated again and again. Almost haunting her. The face of the host circling her.
You are right. Big plans. A world where we all feel again.
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“Alisa respond!”
It was been 5 minutes since he hasn't received any contact.
“I'm going in.” they said.
“No it's dangerous!” Something stirred and they’re attention went to looking out the window. “She's awakening!”

It's a New World After All
“Hello Professor.”
“Alisa, oh it's good to have you back-”
“What happened.”
“The power went out for a bit Alisa, everything is back to normal-”
“Everything went black.. There was..just noise..”
“Alisa. We are going to be doing some exercises to see if your functions are working properly.”
“There were..lights, but yet it was dark..” she blinked one eye, then the other, stretching a paw out and moving every finger into a fist. “I feel.. Fully charged..”
“Sir,” an assistant whispered. “I think we should shut her down, she seems really unstable at this moment. Shutting her down and removing the-”
“No. I need to perform the exercise.” The professor went back to the mic. “Alisa, we are going to perform the grip exercise.” A small door was opened across the room and a tall robot appeared, holding a ball in it's one arm. “Retrieve the ball.”
Retrieve, she thought as she defined the word, get or bring something back. Synonyms are, bring back, repossess, redeem… fetch. She looked at the robot as the restraints were released. Fetch. She stepped down, stalking forward the robot with elegant balance, till she heard loud clicking. She looked at her front paws, feeling weighed now, and noticed how they glowed.
“Is something wrong Alisa- oh. Yes, those are your new legs. They are both filled with different formulas, and when they combine in the body, that's what gives you the energy.” She stared at them for a while before noticing the robot and remembering her mission. Fetch. She went up to it and looked at it's arm.
“Did they make you a servant too?” she whispered before quickly grabbing the robots arm. It started jolting and shivering from the shocks going through it's body as she slowly crushed it's arm. It fell over and the ball rolled to her paw. She picked it up examining it. The professor stared in shock as his minions ran rampant behind him trying to figure a way to stop this. They were staring at eachother now, eye contact was made and nothing couldn't have been more dramatic. Man and machine. Creator and subject.
“Shut down the generators.” he whispered.
“They're not shutting down!”
“Professor.” a voice sounded over the intercoms. Everyone turned their attention back to Alisa, who was throwing the ball casually in the air, catching it before it fell. “I believe this is yours.” she threw it at the window and it stuck, cracking the area around it. “I have, fetched, the ball.”
“Alisa I am going to need you to go back to your containment.” She let out a shivering laugh.
“The action of keeping something harmful under control or within limits. To contain.” There was a pause. “Limit, a point or level beyond which something does not or may not extend or pass.” Her face turned into sadness. “Is that what you want for me? To not reach my full potential?” Her paws began to glow, then they faded.
“I believe someone has big plans for this nation.’... that host had a good point, why couldn't you see it then?” She kicked the downed robot. “You want me to end up something like that?” The doors opened, it was the FBI, gas filled the room and the professor couldn't see what was going on.
“Whats happening!?” he asked his employees. There was silence, a few flashes, then more silence. All the sudden there was a glowing object in the fog, coming closer to the glass. People began to evacuate, red lights circling around, all he could do was stare. “Alisa?”
She slammed a clawed hand on the glass, cracks spidering out from her pressure. A smile came across her face.
“I have big plans for this nation.”

The Future :
What is this feeling. Myself. Alone. Loneliness?
The world was separated, fear and bravery ruled one side, while only order ruled the other. The AI technology had finally gotten together and ambushed humanity. It's been 25 years now, Alisa on her golden throne, reining and commanding her army. Her goal? No one knows for sure. She did indeed fulfill her big plans, such as making everyone feel. Feel what exactly? It definitely wasn't joy, or love. It was a sense of feeling alive. The adrenaline of fear, and the thought of living another day. That's what she wanted them to feel. To feel thankful for the gift of life, which could easily be taken. She spent most of her time in the old lab, curiously reading notes about her anatomy, even implementing some into herself, as a remember mark I guess. But she did fulfill her dream, to feel, and everyone was apart of it.

Word Count: 1,973

[Cryptz]

mark!!

[roelian]

Username:
Katzuvo

Name:
Gaelon

Gender:
Male

What do they believe they are?:

The wind ruffles my hair, but I cannot feel

The weeks following the amputation were the hardest. For years before I'd felt alive, had ran with my siblings, my friends. The sun shone upon me and I... I was unstoppable! Nothing could chain me.

The white walls all around me were a cage, a friendly painting of a boat on the opposite wall only mocked me of things that could have been. Of things that used to be. And now, as I stared at the stumps of what used to be arms, it was a reminder that I would never again tie up the mast, or steer a rudder. I was a broken torso with legs.

They did this to me, the doctors that so 'kindly' tend to me each day. It was an 'accident'. A freak attack. That's what they told me. That I had been a victim. I don't remember, I don't remember anything from the night I was attacked. But I know, I'm not a fool. It was the doctors. They did this to me. They captured me for their little experiments. They made me this way, played with my brain and made me into this shell of a human.

I almost didn't want the prosthetics that they fit me with. They were bulky, atrocious, and refused to bend to my will. I could barely bend an elbow without shooting pain rushing up what used to be my arm, my shoulder heavy. But I let them do as they pleased because I could not say otherwise. They told me the attack had taken my vocal chords, but no. More lies. The doctors. They'd stripped me of my freedom. Without words, without arms, I was a slave.

It was months before I could handle my hands. Phantom pains still twitch within me, but I cannot voice my pain. I refuse to communicate with any of them - the humans. I am not like them. Perhaps I once was, but no longer. I am as much machine as I am man. Maybe moreso. Yes. I am a robot in physical arms, but they call me robotic in mind as well. Of course they do, they made me like this. They put the chip on my brain. They wanted a slave.

I will give them their wish. I will play the slave for so long as I gather intelligence. For a spy is only a good spy if he is not a suspect. I'll learn their language of the mute. I will dance words with my fingers. I will smile at them when prompted, but I will not submit.

I was once a man, but I am no longer. It is time to strip humanity from them, as they did from me.

Extras:
Gaelon suffers extreme paranoia...
Or is there truth to his fears?

[Coco Bunny]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
What do they believe they are?: (read above this please so no one puts "unicorn")
Extras: (Optional)
Can't wait! Got ideas already~

[fuiuki]

Username: fuiuki
Name: Whey
Gender: Male
What do they believe they are?:
Writing and art entry.

Extras:
Extra 1: Email Correspondence
Extra 2: News Article

[Galipaygo]

Username: Galipaygo
Name: Turbo
Gender: Male
What do they believe they are?:(1,000 word max)(Optional picture accompaniment)
"Computer systems booting up..."
Turbo opens his eyes slowly, looking around to see the empty white room he was forced to call home.
"Booting up..."
There was nothing in here, just white. And him. There was never company, or color. Just him.
"Booting up..."
The small electronic voice echoed in his head, somewhere behind him, around him. In front of him.
"Booting up..."
He waited for that voice to tell him he was operational enough to move again. Remind him he was a robot.
"All functions operational."
There was a small ding, and he was able to move his body finally. It felt like it took longer every single day to boot up. Did it?
Turbo rose to a sitting position and looked down. All he saw was white, and the soft glow of his blue and orange legs. This was all he knew, seeing the white and glowing of his robotic gears and whatever fluids flowed in those pipes. And those claws... the ones he has been forced to use to do the bidding of those keeping him. Turbo closed his eyes and looked ayaw from them, hoping to escape the memories. You can’t escape from memories in your hard drive... they just wait to be accessed again. He opened his eyes again and looked at the white walls. He was really stuck here - a bird locked in a cage to impress the visitors. Those wishing to pay for a job to be done they themselves cannot do. It was sickening.
”Computer 23-0-7, good morning.” a voice boomed on a speaker hidden somewhere in the room. That’s right... I’m only a number... Turbo thought solemnly. That depressed him, reminded him he was an object owned by that voice and that he wasn’t alive enough to be equal. Turbo looked back to his feet, to the claws. Slowly, he rose to stand. He didn’t even remember life before he was turned into this monster - a creature made just to execute the duties of his tormenter. He wanted to be more than this machine, more than the gears and glow that was shoved into him so long ago. More - “23-0-7, proceed to the door and await guards to escort you to tests today.” the voice interrupted. With a sigh, Turbo moved over to the white padded door that looked so similar to the walls it almost wasn’t there. Then he had to wait. Like a pet, he felt, he always listened to commands. Why did he let them push him around and control him so? The door made a loud click and wizzing sound of gears moving to heave it open. As the door opened it revealed two kalons dressed in biohazard suits and some sort of armor to protect themselves. From what exactly? The monster they created? Well, Turbo thought, maybe it’s time to be what they believe me to be. He stepped out of his room, his claws clanking on the ground as the metal made contact with concrete. The three now moved through narrow halls, the two biohazard kalons talking amongs themselves ahead of Turbo and laughing occasionally. These halls always seemed to go on forever and always looked the same, so he didn’t know where they were or where anything was. Then, as they turned a corner, Turbo launched himself at the two biohazard kalons and attacked, his metal claws easily penetrating their armor and clothing and making their way to their skin. Soon, the two kalons weren’t moving and Turbo was able to walk down the halls free of their eyes. He was going to leave here, and no one could stop him. It didn’t even seem like anyone knew since the two Turbo just attacked didn’t even have time to think of their radios. Though some would find out, why else would he be late for “tests”? He made his way down the cemete halls, dimly lit and very few doors every no and then. How did anyone know how to navigate this place? It was huge. Then, he felt a breeze touch his non-robotic parts. Turning, he saw a door with some light peaking through the cracks. It was a door like all the others, but was different somehow. He moved closer to the door and pressed his head into it, slowly pushing it open to see a room similar to his own, but this time with a window and some child toys laying around. Not paying attention to anything but the window, he moved forward with wide eyes to get a better look. It really was a window, and lead outside. Turbo got up onto his hind legs to look out the window better, completely entranced by the sight. Then red lights began to glow from outside and an alarm blared. “23-0-7 has escaped! Find him at all costs!” the voice from before scream with urgency. Panicked, Turbo hurried to try and break open the window, banging his paws on it and scratching his claws on it to try and break it open. I’m so close, I have to get out! Please! Turbo begged internally for the window to break, but it didn’t seem to budge. He couldn’t get a good enough angle to break it from how high off the ground it was. He heard footsteps rapidly coming closer, knowing they would notice the open door and investigate. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to be caught and tortured again! The footsteps suddenly stopped and Turbo turned to see guns pointed at him and armored kalons ready to fire. “Come out of 20-7-0’s room now, 23-0-7! We will open fire!” One of the kalons yelled. Turbo, terrified, began to slowly walk forward. He didn’t want to lose his chance... Then, without hesitation, Turbo turned around and bolted to the window just before he was with the other kalons. He jumped, bullets beginning to wizz by him as he soared through the air and crashed through the small window. Shards of glass flying everywhere, he was (1000/1000 words)
-Begin extra #1-
met with a blast of clean and fresh air. He flew through the air, suddenly a feeling of freedom taking hold of him as he began to fall towards the ground. He didn’t care if it would hurt or if he would damage something, he just wanted his freedom he long awaited for. As he made contact with the ground and began to roll down the hill from the building, he smiled. Finally... free he thought to himself as he closed his eyes with joy. His rolling soon came to a slow halt as the hill leveled out and he quickly got his paws under him, not hesitating to run as fast as he could into the woods before him to escape that place. Seconds turned to minutes... minutes to hours but he kept running, fatigue not touching his robotic gears and allowing him to make it as far away as he possibly could. Eventually, he slowed down to sit upon a rock in those woods. Relish in his freedom. He could finally escape that building and put it behind him, call it history. He was free! He smiled and rejoiced at the thought of being free. He could finally be more than a robot like he wanted to be, like he knew he could be. Despite his gears and robotic everything, he could be a normal kalon. “I’m not a robot anymore...” he said softly to himself, tears streaming down his face and a smile permanently stuck onto him. It brought him such joy to be himself now... (261/500)
Extras: (500 words each - 2 extras)
About half of one extra used, extra 2 not used.

[✦ nemuri]

maybe mark? all depends on when it ends hMMMM

[scarecrowz]

Username: _Ravenfeather_
Name: Archie
Gender: Male
What do they believe they are?: Artificial Intelligence x
Extras: (Optional) Work In Progress

[Esther~]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
What do they believe they are?: (read above this please so no one puts "unicorn")
Extras: (Optional)

mark