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username; koylakun name; idris gender male
moodboard; reboot animatic; initiated
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INTRO
The 31st century was a time of technological advancements that far
exceeded everyone's wildest expectations. It was a time of biological integration
with technology which ranged from a simple wireless body hotspot all the way
to complete cyborg esque transformations. Such technological experiments were
feared centuries in the past, but now have become the norm of everyday life.
Cities are no exception when it comes to going under the knife - often undergoing
complete transformations into what is now formally now as ‘Neon Cities’. Populated
areas have been fitted with the latest and greatest advancements, most commonly
including total visual watch over every square inch of the area, as well as speakers
that are built in to broadcast ‘friendly’ reminders to its citizens on the consequences
of going against the law.
The use of the cameras is for none other than ‘The Watch’. A government group
who have been assigned the task of monitoring over each and every individual Neon
City to insure that the law is correctly enforced. City vitals were also incorporated,
taking note of population levels at any given time, pollution levels, even right down
to civilian stress levels. Violation to the law leads to severe consequences that are
unknown to the general public, but the mystery alone is enough to scare them
into conforming.
IDRIS ALKONOST
Formally known as Agent Alkonost, Idris was a member of said Watch, in
charge of ensuring complete functionality of the cameras installed over
the city as well as logging data that the cameras and speakers picked up.
His job focused on keeping the equipment in tiptop shape - constantly
installing bigger and better upgrades all which would cost him endless
hours of lost sleep.
Idris loved his job. He was never one to be in the middle of everything and
preferred being on the outskirts looking in. He often saw himself as the eyes
of the operation. Occasionally the brain as well, considering that any and all
technology weaved into the city was his doing, but he left the bigger titles
for the higher ups. Left with enough equipment and resources to hack any
government protected services, Idris was like a child in a candy store.
Sure, his job was to make the best and keep it at it’s prime for none other
than the city, but when left to his own devices, he couldn't help but do a
little self experimenting. One of the first projects he’d put together was a
computer assistant he coded in as M4CH1N4. Originally programed to sort
through the seemingly endless files of recordings, had turned into something
much more. Installing A.I into her was more of an afterthought, but when
she began to form to more than her code, and even mimicked Idris’ own
appearance, all Idris could no longer think of this programming as a something,
and more of a someone. A mother figure really. She seemed to keep track of
her own personal data, as well as what she was programmed to keep track of,
and became someone Idris found himself constantly confiding in. Because of
his confiding, M4CH1N4 only grew smarter. For better or for worse, that was
up to personal opinion.
M4CH1N4
It was near impossible to extract any information left behind on M4CH1N4 after having been hard reset. The reset had left her wiped of any valuable information stored on the Neon City, yet small traces remained. Audio clips from conversations her and Mr. Alkonost had were the easiest to extract. They are as follows:
“You’re by far my favourite Watch, Mr. Alkonost” “I’m your only Watch, Machina”
“Oh, just what would I do without you Machina?” “There is an 86% chance that your vitality levels would decrease and you would contract yourself a virus, Mr. Alkonost”
“Mr. Alkonost, I’m detecting high levels of body odor. Don’t you think it's time to take care of your hygiene?” “Machina, can’t you see I’m almost finished with the upgrade? A shower can wait”
