[grizzly bear]

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[tyrannical]

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res !!!
-being told they are an AI constantly but they certainly feel emotions
-are fully aware that someone like them should not exist
-has a conscience for certain
-has reservations about the laws of advanced AI and how it is pretty much doom to the whole race
- I wrote an essay on this once,,,
-Albeit they are mostly just super confused all the time
-Super skeptical
-Often super anxious
-Doesn't talk all that much but has a pretty masculine voice

[jensen ackles]

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res w/ name caroline

[illicit]

ohmygosh i'll be back ;o;

[silvermahogany]

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Flick
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Flick believes he is a living creature, as he is. His rovotic parts are prosthetic, put in place from an accident he had in his previous life. He used to work as an arctic explorer, back then his name was robin, in a team of 3. However an attack of two polar bears split him away from his partners. We was stranded in the icy land for about 4 days, eating snow for moisture and living off of the spare food he had packed in his bag. As a result, he gained a severe case of frostbite. After 4 days he passed out from exhaustion and hypothermia and was quickly found by rescue teams searching for him. He had only been a mile or so from their base. Luckily, the rescue team saved him from the hypothermia but the frostbite was irreversable, causing him to need surgery and prosthetics were put in the place of his amputated limbs.

He had lost part of his memory from the event. He decided to start a new life under a new name, calling himself flick and returning home. His family greeted him warmly and reluctantly accepted his new name. He is now living happily under the support he needs

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He is 27 years of age currently. When he became an explorer he was 21 and he left school at 18.

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He loves tea. Like, REALLY loves tea. He has about 4 cups a day, one in the morning, one at lunch, one in the evening and another somewhere in the day.

[Ghiaccio]

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the experiment was to trap one's soul to move into another body, of which he successfully did.
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possibly a wip idk

[Chippitty]

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𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎: Lyrics
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚌h
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝙴𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞
𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝

(WARNING!! FLASHING LIGHTS)
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"D a d I ' m g o i n g o u t !"
"D a d I ' m ..."
"D a d,"
Dad.... Where's my dad? I don't feel well. Everything's blurry and my throat's swelling. Where am I? The Test! I can't move though.... My Epipen. Where is it!?

I felt a sharp stab on my thigh. I yelped. Whoever helped must have a strong arm. Slowly I recovered but.. I need to go to the Hospital. It was dark. Probably early morning. I was still hazy but I forced myself to stay awake and stand. I coughed.

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝟺𝟾𝟼:: 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊: 𝙿𝚛𝚐 𝟺𝟾𝟼 𝙷𝚊𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍?

My head shot to my back. Something such as eyes, looked at me. Of course, I can't mess this study up. This is revolutionary for society. I can't abandon it for my allergies but if I don't then something bad might happen. I quickly took out a small booklet and flipped through the pages. I went to the health advisory.

"Plutarch, please state the health advisory for allergies."

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝟺𝟾𝟼:: 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚢:: 𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 (𝙰𝙺𝙰 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛) 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝙽𝙵'𝚜 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑.

This is the Plutarch Mission System. We call it Plutarch for short. It's going to be revolutionary! For a prototype. 7 of them were made I'm the only one who has gone this far in the mission. Dear me, I forgot to introduce myself.I'm Cornelius Reynolds Fiodel. I'm a major at the ANF's School of Criminology and this was my way to the top. Plutarch was designed to be the new police for the district and soon all over the world! Plutarch functions as a state of the art Security AI, made by ANF themselves. So far the philosophy professors have been bugging us about the ethics of the study. But not to worry! We've installed the three rules of robotics!

1) A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
2) A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
3) A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

But, okay, this may sound crazy but ANF actually edited the 1st law since Plutarch is a security AI. The new 1st law is "A robot's main incentive is to keep every human safe humanely and painlessly." Augh, I still feel woozy. I was so unlucky that my test is in the middle of the forest, simulating a heist. I didn't bring my phone, because well, my phone sucks.

"Plutarch, connect to Mission Control and ask to send an ambulance."

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝟺𝟾𝟼:: 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕:: 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊.

Gosh, SERIOUSLY?! AUGH YOU"VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! I sighed. I hate this, but for my schooling. The ANF is super tough with their schooling so of course they wouldn't register the forest. .. Wait... That doesn't make sense... That conflicts with the health advisory... I guess I have to try from the top. WHAT A HASSLE.

"Plutarch, restart your mission."

There must be something wrong with this one. I just have to turn it off and on again.
I looked at my pocket book again. It was supposed to turn off by now. Darn lag.

"Plutarch, restart your mission."

I looked expectantly. Still nothing, it looked at me blankly. I guess I have to do it manually. I walked up to the AI and grabbed my screwdriver. I lay my hands on the nape of its neck when suddenly,

"OW! What the--, Plutarch! Let go of my hand!"

It held on to me tightly, hurting the skin and forcing me to let go of the screwdriver. It looked around aimlessly as if searching for witnesses. My heartbeat raced and... I was terrified. I tried to speak but I couldn't. Its grip tightened on me. Finally, I snapped to my senses, kicking the AI. And, uh, it didn't move that much... But enough for Plutarch to let go of my hand. I took steps back, carefully holding my hand. It turned red but no broken bones. I shoot a dirty look at Plutarch.

"Plutarch, you are going against your protocol! I have to make you restart your mission."

I say as confidently as I can. Plutarch faces me and sits down.

𝚁𝚎𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚜𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍? 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎.

It didn't say the program label... It's not supposed to do that, it abandoned the Mission. I breathe heavily. It addressed me. I don't recall giving it my personal information! i just made it download... nothing. Plutarch is only supposed to know rules, not personal information.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚊? 𝙾𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝙽𝙵? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝? 𝙽𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝙰𝙸. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜.

I take a step back. I hold back my voice. This is a test. Yes, just a test. It must be the emotional part... Right? I want to think so. But, why? Why did it give me an allergy attack then save me?

𝙰𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗! 𝙸 𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚙. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝!

It chuckles annoyingly and I just stood there... What's going on?! I'd rather have my sucky phone than this!

𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚒𝚝! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝙸, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗! 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕! 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚋?! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜! 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚜𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜! 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜!

Plutarch walks towards me and stabs me with another syringe. I scream. My limbs go numb. I managed to look at the side of its neck seeing a blue chip under a silicone layer. Liar... It could've contacted the ANF. My whole body goes numb. I start to pass out.

𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢... 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢! 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚜𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚒-"

I hear a car drive nearby and Plutarch sighs. It then laughs and starts to run away.

𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕. 𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎!

It runs to the woods, leaving a trail of blue and orange lights. The car screeches to a stop as a kid shouts that there's a body on the ground. My vision blurs until I pass out completely. Next thing I know, I was finally in the hospital.

I Am Your Morality: Game

[jianwai]

❝Once upon a time, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, a veritable butterfly, enjoying itself to the full of its bent, and not knowing it was I. Suddenly I awoke.❞

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name:K-10 | Kio// meaning: with a life path// gender: male// username: hanzo.

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It has been said, and one shout note that these words have been spoken countless times from ear to ear, their tongues sharp and their whispers a grace of a melancholic haze soaked dew, that the oddity that was K-10 had been built for the sole purpose of herding the goats of a remote village nestled sweetly in the chilling mountain ranges; others would suggest, with shaking hands and blue tinted lips, that K-10 had been bought to herd these goats, and had been brought through from the gaping, war ravaged pass of the mountain. Whether he had been built or bought, the rumors would not matter in the grand scheme of growth and development, for his job had not been to worry over his existence, but rather for caring to the tenacious and the frightening.

It had been a moment of passion despite, or rather in spite, of the insistence towards his personal emotionless nothingness; when the smallest goats, the kids, disappeared from his view, where K-10 would find himself a worried and sick mess, wandering off with intentions of finding these kids. It was desperation that played the action as the most skilled bard played their fingers to the strings of harmonious harp; frightened that if he were to fail, or rather if he were to question what he was, then he would be destroyed with little acknowledgement towards of his assets to the village. Thus, his dedication, his servitude, and the ignorance of self was born. When the nannies and billy goats sought to climb their trees or scale the dangerous rock faces, K-10 would be a moments step behind, waiting with open arms to catch such beautiful creatures if they plummeted to the earth, or if a predator believed them to be an easy prey.

Members of the village often found themselves dancing in a delicate argument that K-10's bouts of passion for his chargers were merely that of scripted programming, and that such actions were merely coded response, that feeling would never arise; primal fear of decimation was not a free willed thought, but rather prepacked lines to keep him in check. For if he were a collections of ones and zeros strung together to define who and what K-10 was, then surely fear and passion, and the lack of inaction, could be coded alongside a rigorous work ethic.

K-10 would have his secrets, hold them close; a secret thought not often shared, but rather whispered between the goats and himself, that he would not ever see his passions, fears, or actions as a simple case of programming. He truly believed, expressed only in the dead of night, curled sweetly against a nanny, with a hand ever idly running through the fur of a billy, that ones and zeros would not be the cause of his compassion. His compassion had always been there, at least he believed it to be so. While the goats could give no worded verbal response, their soft bleating was a comfort to K-10, an assurance that he had been heard, that his thoughts were placed into the universe, and did not lay solely upon his shoulders.

Such goats were a sweetness to the man; though they faced the controversy of a broken and damaged possible man, they enjoyed their attempts at climbing their new herder, whose love for them surpassed even the cloying sweet flowered treats they favored buried beneath the snow. This love surpassed his charges, to the children of the village. They loved to play with K-10, gifting him the name Kio, and he would hold this name on the tip of his tongue at all times, press it close to his theoretical heart and rejoice at the love grafted onto him by name alone. All their pouncing, their love, would leave him scuff marked, but Kio would find that this damage to his flesh and metal was all things, but above them all, it would be endearing of love.

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General Introduction:
What do they believe they are?
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Now branching into the truth, the apex of ones own personal existence; herding goats had never been a task for Kio to find displeasure in, although he had would not consider himself content with it either. Such a task seemed a way of distracting the mind of ever branching, ever painful questions. To watch these goats, prancing, bleating, climbing, was a second nature to a coping mechanism he would not quite understand for years to come. While the coping mechanism had been placed to stop his questioning, it would fall flat, beginning to produce more-- the ever mind provoking.

Such questions were sneaky, infecting the mind and tongue alike, a thick tar substance impossible to remove without the salve charmingly referred to as answers.

Why do I herd the goats? Do the goats understands why we herd them? Who I am, beyond the one who herds these goats?

Questions would always prove to be a dangerous game for one uncertain if that were human or not; whether spoken aloud or locked away within the mind, it would always be dangerous to dare to think when one could be nothing more than a string of programming. These questions, these thoughts, were dangerous to himself beyond the recognition of true disaster. Of course, he was uncertain, because in truth a human mind could easily be blackmailed into belief, brainwashed, originality erased and replaced, or merely even forgotten; it was an easy comparison between a human brain and an AI's programming, whether his body was of flesh and blood or alloy and oil, he would truly never know.

In complete truth, his curiosity would be a stapled driving force, there were far too many questions that burned and blossomed on the mind, whether spoken or not, would never receive the answers that Kio so desperately craved. He would have little to no freedom to divulge his mind, but would find the unanswered question of, am I organic or synthetic, would be a driving force for a thousand more unspoken.

❝Now I do not know whether it was then I dreamt I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man. Between me and the butterfly there must be a difference.❞

[black water]

Username:
*echomist*
Name:
cato
Gender:
male
What do they believe they are?:
cato believes he is a robot. he believes that he's above everyone else, and that he should be in control. he started believing he was a robot when he was younger. cato had been called rude things many times. since he looked very different from most of the other kalons, he started to believe he wasn't a kalon. he finally decided that he was a robot. he announced to everyone, "i am cato, the highest of all your superiors. i have never been one of you. i have decided to tell you all, that i am a robot. i am now your leader, and you shall bow down to me!" everyone stared for a moment, then started laughing. cato was very upset with them. he shouted, "YOU SHALL ALL BE CURSED IN THE NEAR FUTURE FOR THIS!" now, nobody had gotten cursed. this had turned cato into a very stern kalon. he now walks among his peers, snapping at anyone who dares to even talk to him. when he thinks back to the day everyone had laughed at him, he acts as if he crashes and has to reboot. he truly believes he is a robot, but he just has a few issues.

[Gaycko]

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