#ProgrammedtoPerfection

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Continued from here with @sumoftheirparts

“But why does it have to be like this? I don’t understand...” And she didn’t. She just couldn’t. Maybe it was a holdover from her programming, her need to love and care, but... she couldn’t help it. “Why can’t we live together? Why is there so much... hatred?” 

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He’d been about to inquire after the android’s well being when Dr. Cho approached. Trent suddenly remembered she was a robot, after all, just a nav system in a fancy package, and turned his attention to the human.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “just me… it’s a one-seater.”

The storm was much more threatening now that it had formed itself. Lightning danced through clouds that seemed to be made of glass shards but were, in all probability, metallic in nature. They were kicking up plenty of static, that was for sure.

“Listen doc, I gotta know… she has information from the black box in my ship… I think I’d like to have a look at it.”

Trent Hawkins was not, in fact, at all sure he should see whatever the android had garnered from the Stalker’s black box. It was simply that his lack of memories, the vast gaps in his recollection, might have some hope of filling themselves in if he knew how long he was out.

“But, y'know, inside,” Trent amended as lightning flashed from less than a klik off. The subsequent thunder made a horrid roaring sound that felt almost sentient, or at least hungry. How do they stand that sound? A shudder ran up his spine and gooseflesh rose across his skin as another roar joined the first.

The doctor sighed, clicking his tongue behind the mask. “I see. Well... We’ll get her inside and see what we can do, I suppose.” He gestured to the Android, who’s look of distress simply continued to grow, like she was seeing some kind of horror no one else could. “She’s... difficult to manage until the weather calms down. But maybe we can keep her off and get someone to pull up her files.” He made a move to grab her arm but. Paused before he did, looking to Trent. “Just... remember she’s a droid. She literally can’t feel pain. She’s only designed to look like a person. Empathy’s a powerful a thing, but I promise you, you don’t need to worry about her.”

And with that, he grabbed her arm. She tried to pull away, suddenly present again. That ring on the side of her head flashed red, like a running heartbeat. Her eyes went wide as she started trying to free herself, offering a plea—a mantra of “Please, no, nono, please, you can’t, please, NO,” over and over. Had she been human, perhaps there would have been tears. Either way, her pulling and pleading resulted in nothing. Dr. Cho’s grip was strong, clearly used to this by now. He reached out a finger and pressed on the circle inside the flashing ring.

Amber stopped her plea, but her distressed face snapped to face Trent before the shut down finished.

“Help—,” she said. And then the light went out and she went silent. Her face fell to a blank, neutral expression, eyes dim as they stared at nothing. Without a thought, Dr. Cho picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.

“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s get inside before the hail comes. Hungry?”

adrift

[iamthemelocked]

Hi. I know this will show as anonymous (I'm logged in, but for some reason it's saying I'm not from here), but my URL is programmedtoperfection. I'm trying to add pictures to one of your themes (#15 Side of the Angels), and it's not uploading them from the standard customization area and I'm not finding a way to do it in the HTML. I'm also trying to use images I have saved to my computer.

i see you found a way to do it? :)

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Part of the Machine

Closed starter for @miidnightbreach

It was incredible how fast things had changed. She’d been programmed with a sense of things outside the office, of course, but she’d never been designed to leave. And now…. and now she didn’t know what her programming was. It seemed every time she expected to find a wall or a barrier to keep her in place, the space would just keep going.

It was strange. It was frightening. But… there was no way to go back now. The door had been shut and her world had been opened. Now. Now she……. had to…… do…… something. But. What was it she had to do?

So, she had begun to walk. Not sure of where she was goin or what she would find. There was so much around her, and so many people. So so many people, everywhere. So many faces, all over, all so different, and each a different person with needs, desires, and ideas.

And then she saw hers, staring at her from a large puddle in the street as she and many others crossed. She stopped, struck by it. That was her. It was her face. She was like all these other people. Now… now she has needs. Did she have wants and ideas too? What did they feel like? How would she know?

Of course, these thoughts blocked out the awareness that the street signed had changed and that standing where she was wasn’t a safe idea…

[junkdrawerkids]

“How do I keep my thoughts, but know what to do again?”

Moodboard for Amber, my neo-future Sentient Android OC

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I so want Amber to play with a Connor from Detroit: Becoming Human.

Two very good droids who want to do a good. The sweet would be off the charts

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It was standard protocol at every research station of the Galactic Leauge of Extraterrestrial Exploration that any surface anomaly was to be first investigated by a company android. So, when the ship crashed into the planets rugged surface, the duty fell to Amber. She was easily the lowest ranked droid of the original crew, being only a hospitality droid, but at the moment, she was the only one who could do the job

There wasn’t much to find in the ship, though she made note of various parts that were still in good condition, despite the impact. But the heartbeat signature coming from the cockpit drew her attention. She’d forced her way past bent metal to find its source.

A person. Another, living person.

“Hello,” she said, her voice pleasantly soft. “You’re okay. Your ship has crashed, but you appear to be physically alright. I’m going to help you get out of here. Can you move?”

adrift

closed starter with @junkdrawerkids

It wasn’t the jarring impact that woke the terraformation pilot from his long, long slumber. It wasn’t the proximity alarms of the spacefaring vessel. It was, in the end, the presence of another, presumably living being behind him in the cockpit of his beloved Stalker. After countless years of drifting, Trent Hawkins jerked out of a sleep through which he’d dreamed little and rested much, bleary-eyed and dizzy.