Seems like a cool concept. I'll bite :)
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Sounds good to me! I'll edit my post for accuracy as soon as I get a free moment.
I'll offer my spot up for him. Sorry, but I've kinda over-extended myself with school and writing, so I don't think I'll be able to play. Best of luck to everyone who's joining up though! Looks like you're in for a treat :)
Seven
Location: Powerbound Academy - Auditorium
Interacting with: Natalya Ivanov, Seong Jin Park, Light Smith (@Chickn, @Kyrisse, @Archmage MC)
Seven stood with a mechanical patience as it waited for the woman's response. She giggled, a peculiar sound akin to bells in the wind, and, not know the proper protocol in this circumstance, Seven mimicked her response and her body language. The Synthetic's laugh was an odd combination of *whirrs* and *beeps*, but the A.I. hoped it would allow for further social cohesion between the two. From Seven's brief observations, there were very few of Powerbound Academy's students that deviated as far from the organic norm as it and this female did.
Seven had its metal body and mechanical mind, but this woman had traits that perhaps separated her even further from the student body than the synthetic soldier. Her arms, large, spiraling masses of purple flesh, Seven made sure to make note of this human's unique meta-attribute. This organic, despite bearing the majority of qualities that would indicate her belonging to the species homo sapien, bore certain characteristics of an aquatic nature. Seven's processors were cycling through the potential applications having such appendages would yield, and would have have asked at length if not for the return of a certain, agitated female's voice; cutting through its data streams like a knife through flesh.
"Thingy. Why don't you let this organic deal with one idiot at a time? This organic has no patience for idiots."
Seven was...unsure of the unpleasant female's response. It had directed no speech towards her, and, as it was to the robot's understanding of human conversational norms, had merited no reply. Seven wondered if she was attempting to elicit an emotional response from the unit. If so, the organic had a severe lack of understanding regarding the A.I.'s current capabilities regarding simulation of biological responses. Perhaps this was the reason the female wished to incite anger against educators? She lacked an education, and as such decided it was the educators fault for her failings?
Regardless, Seven's original hypothesis regarding humans had gathered further evidence for its claim: organics indeed had a strange way about them.
"Poor girl; I think she just wanted to make friends. Doesn't look like it's working out so well, does it?"
Seven registered the cephalopod female's words, but something about her voice felt familiar to the Artificial Intelligence. Some half-formed file from the android's memory banks rose to the surface, reminding it of time long past. It responded immediately, but in a language it hadn't voiced in over forty years.
"<I am in agreement, her tactics for gathering allies are flawed.>" Seven replied, it characteristic electronic tone sounding strange tinged with Russian. The unit was unsure if the woman next to him even understood the foreign tongue, but a small, hidden part of Seven hoped that someone else could relate to being far from their origin of manufacturing.
The synthetic turned its attention back to the headmaster, the staff having diffused the situation with the troublemaker. Seven made notes regarding Udina's responses to questions, updated its files regarding the schools rules and their following consequences, and considered which of the on-campus clubs would be an asset to its integration in organic society. With the orientation concluded, Seven turned back to its aquatic acquaintance as she spoke to the synthetic.
"Well, looks like it's time to show the world just how weird we really are! Sounds like a blast. Would you care to join me... Robot guy? I'm sorry, but I don't know your name. You can call me 'Octopus lady' if you want. Or, 'The Kraken'. That's what the scared little children called me when they found me curled up under the bridge."
Seven's optics narrowed in confusion as it processed 'The Kraken's words, then opened wide with recognition. Realizing her statement was intended to be taken as a joke, and the android acknowledged that fact with its mechanical laughter.
"That was a joke, yes?" Seven asked hopefully, wishing that it better understood the social aspect of organic interaction. "I was never assigned a 'name' by my manufacturers, but the engineers who recovered me often refered to me as 'Sev', 'Seven', or 'Soldier Seven' depending on if there was a Powerbound Official nearby. Will that satisfy?" Seven paused for a moment, head lowering as it connected to the internet via its internal cellphone and searched for the commonality of the name 'Kraken'. Upon the results of its search, Seven raised its head again towards 'The Kraken'.
"<Is 'The Kraken' your true designation? Or are you unwilling to divulge that information due to the relative newness of our relations?>" The android asked cautiously, using their common language in order to ensure the privacy of their conversation. Seven would wait until she responded before addressing anyone else.
"Hello! You're a robot? That's so cool!"
Seven's head snapped up towards the sound that broke their conversation. Mimicking the new female's excited wave, the Artificial Intelligence studied this stranger with curiosity. Her form was unlike that of other organics, seeming foreign, almost animated in comparison with the rest of the crowd. Interaction with her would require further study, but something about this woman set Seven's processors spinning.
"I am indeed a synthetic, and my designation is Seven. However, you are mistaken in your other claim. My chassis is currently room temperature, not 'cool' or 'cold' in any degree. I actually suffer from an overheating issue at times, but I am currently researching methods of repairing that error." Seven replied flatly, still unsure of this newcomer. The further the robot analyzed the creature, the closer it came to the conclusion that something was amiss about her existence.
"Hey."
A simple word turned Seven's head in the direction of a second newcomer. The synthetic wondered why these organics chose now to interact with it, instead of prior times? Perhaps the fact that the number of units obviously interacting with interacting encouraged others to engage in social activity? A type of collective behavior? Regardless, Seven put his questions aside, turning to the second stranger and shifting its body language in an attempts to match his.
"Greetings. The designation I have been assigned is 'Seven', what is yours? It appears we are forming a squadron before moving to the gymnasium, is it your intent to join?" Seven asked, curiosity infecting its synthesized voice. It had not been operational long, but from what Seven had on file from its combat training, there was a certain strength in numbers. Thus, there was a logic to gathering allies quickly before the school year started. It looked over this new stranger, wondering if his functionality would be an asset to the android's own growth, and noticed the ornate metal object latched to his face. "I have a second query: is that metal object on your face synthetic in origin? I have not seen many many mechanically augmented humans in my operation time."
The crowd around them began to thin as more and more students began to filter into the gym. There were a few others remaining in the auditorium for a minute, apparently doing the same thing that Seven and its new acquaintances were as well. The synthetic looked at the motley crew of metas that had gathered into their rapidly forming group, and decided that this unit would worth incorporating itself into. These organics were far more interesting than any it had encountered yet, and the A.I. was slowly allowing preferences to them. Turning back to the metas around it, Seven *whirred* its vocal modulators in order to gain their attention.
"This unit seems cohesive, but it would prove beneficial for all if we better understood each other's functionalities and directives. Should we relocate to the gymnasium, and, as was stated, 'show how weird we are' to our fellow students?" Seven offered, attempting to move the group so it could gather more information on these organics. Data-collecting was a long process, and out of the organics the synthetic had seen, this group seemed far better to spend its time with, unlike irregularities like the agitated female.
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Hooo buddy am I interested! Can't wait to see what you got in store for us.
Always down for some Sci-Fi stuff :) Interested,
Organics had a strange way about them, that much was clear to Seven in its brief three months of operation time. Since its recovery in Chernobyl, and its subsequent activation by the scientists at the Powerbound Alliance, the synthetic found biological life to be...curious. Fascinating, really. Seven observed that each organic was a variable unto itself. From the mechanics that repaired its damaged and slightly irradiated chassis to the bureaucrats that decided to place the Synthetic among the metahuman youth at Powerbound Academy, each human bore an individuality that perplexed the Soviet relic.
So as it stepped out of the sleek, blue car which had ferried Seven from the landing strip to what would be its operational base for what be years to come, Seven found itself unwilling to move down the walkway which led to impressive entrance hall of the Academy. The unit would have plenty of opportunity to observe organics. Standing here now, however, seeing the excited faces and hearing joyous laughter ring through the air, Seven felt it necessary to record this moment. Simply for accurate record keeping, of course.
*whirrr-click* Data-file: 'Powerbound_Academy:_Day_1' created
"Feeling intimidated? It's all right, most people are their first day," a sweet voice chimed out to the A.I. from the car Seven had just exited.
Seven tilted its head, processing what the woman had just said. She had been with Seven since the unit landed in Oregon, ensuring that the synthetic made it to the school grounds safely.
"Apologies, but I am not equipped with the necessary adrenal glands or biological components to feel fear. I am also unsure of my status regarding 'personhood', but understand the confusion. My hardware intentionally appears human-like for purposes of unit cohesion and infiltration," Seven responded matter-of-factly, still facing towards the ornate doors that led from the Roundabout to the inner sanctum of the Academy.
The woman rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. "Someone is going to get you to loosen up one of these days, you know that don't you?" She walked casually from the driver's door to behind Seven, placing a hand on the machine's shoulder.
"That would be unwise. My efficiency is based in part upon my physical frame's functionality. Loose joints would hinder my capabilities in the field."
She was silent for a moment, unsure whether Seven had told a joke or was being its usual straight-edged self.
"We should proceed to the Auditorium, correct? Orientation begins within the hour," Seven gestured towards the school proper, beginning to shift its heavy frame towards those imposing doors which marked the entrance to the main hallway. Smiling despite herself, the woman nodded and followed after the strange synthetic.
Seven's head *whirred* on a constant swivel during the short walk from its liaison's car to the Main Hall. There where a few other would-be students loitering about the front of the Academy, some of them saying fond farewells to family members while others had already set about making friends early in the school year. The synthetic enjoyed catching these moments for his record, but more often found the subjects it was observing staring back at tit. Seven had drawn more than a few curious glances despite its meager attempts to disguise itself to appear more in line with its new peers. The brown and blue hoodie it had been provided did not appear to be a sufficient enough covering to hide the more mechanical aspects of its appearance. Seven's obvious recording of its surrounds probably did not aid attempts at subtlety, but the synthetic was fine with the curious looks the organics were giving it. It observed them, and in turn they observed it. A fair exchange of data as far as Seven was concerned.
Slowing to allow its liaison to take the lead, Seven ceased its erratic observations as the odd pair entered the Main Hall and headed towards the Auditorium. The synthetic realized that it would be important to process the headmaster's upcoming speech, as the orders contained within would most likely dictate the path of Seven's stay at Powerbound Academy. Seven allowed his liason to sign it in on the list of students, waved goodbye as it was instructed was customary in organic departures, and pushed onward into the crowd of young metahumans waiting for their headmaster's speech.
A man, one whose skin fell on the far-side of Seven's understood paleness-parameter for human pigmentation, took the center podium and introduced himself as Headmaster Udina. The man spoke at length about the staff and their duties, of which Seven took note to file each away in an individual profile, before moving onto the Academy's goals for their students and this year. The synthetic also ensured to encode these notes, rules, and goals into its data-streams. Headmaster Udina was the unit's superior, the top at its newly developed chain of command, and Seven weighed it as a boon to take Udina's orders into consideration.
As the Headmaster's speech drew to a close, the man motioned for any question from the student body. A number of potential queries burst into existence from Seven's processor, but the synthetic elected to keep quiet and observe. It figured that a unique opportunity displayed itself in this open forum, allowing certain organics to establish their voices and social ranking among their peers. Seven's primary directive while at Powerbound Academy was to learn about organics by observing them. It wished to observe how social order was established among the human's hormonal youth.
A male spoke out first, attempting what Seven recognized as humor. It worked to partial affect, eliciting the desired reaction from some of the crowd, while others made their displeasure known via body language. Upon further observation it did not appear the adolescent organic intended his query to be comedic, but rather as a genuine question of sustenance.
Another human male had a question to ask, but this one of a darker skin tone than the first. His apparel also differed drastically from the first, but the subtleties of the exact fashion escaped Seven's current knowledge of modern human society. Seven was also unsure about why this 'Dress Code' was important to the male. Did the clothes he chose to wear represent some sort religious or cultural significance that the male was unwilling to part with?
The next organic to speak out looked to be a young female. To Seven's observation, she seemed in a state of agitation, intentionally speaking to her superior in a mocking tone in what the synthetic calculated to be an attempt to reject the Headmaster's authority. Seven found itself perplexed by this action, as the organic unit had already agreed to enroll at this school. It wondered what the female's ultimate directive was by attacking the school's sense of unity, but was curious to see the Headmaster's response.
At the female's insult, Seven saw that the darker skinned male had also taken on an agitated state. Perhaps this was the female's meta-ability? A sort of psychic or pheromone based mood control? Seven swiveled its head to observe the other organics in the crowd, to see if they too had been affected by some sort of emotional manipulation. Seeing that response was mixed, Seven resolved that its initial hypothesis tested negative. This was simply a natural response to inciting unrest in the student body.
The darker skinned male's response to the female's question fascinated Seven. Within it, the male's statement contained both insult, comedy, and intent to rebuke the female's stance. Judging from the body language of the other students surrounding the male, this organic spoke the majority opinion of the crowd. It was strange to the synthetic, how quickly conflict sprung up among these students. Seven postulated that it had something to do with the young human's still developing brains and the imbalance of chemicals surging through their bodies.
A few more questions attempted to pierce the veil of tension that had risen between the dark-skinned male and the agitated female, but Seven had become rapt in observing this conflict. These first actions taken by students would be incredibly important in establish dominance, at least as far as was Seven's understanding. An understanding that Seven knew to be limited in scope. More data was required before the synthetic came to a conclusion about this oncoming social battleground.
Turning to a girl standing next to the A.I., a meta bearing appendages like a cephalopod, Seven *whirred* its vocal modulator to get her attention.
"I have a query," it began abruptly, electronically synthesized voice chirping out distinctly from the din of the crowd. "Why does that organic female wish to incite agitation from her superiors? What does that organic male exactly mean when he names her a 'bitch'?"
Thanks so much! I'll be sure to get a post going and jump into Discord to talk about any future plots the second I get some free time :)
Seven
"I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul."
-William Ernest Henry
The Future - Mystery Skulls
| Full Name |
Project "Kaissa Applied": Soldier #7
| Nickname |
Sev
| Alias |
N/A
| Age |
44, but has only been operational for about 3 months.
| Species |
Synthetic Intelligence
| Gender |
N/A
| Sexuality |
Asexual (Currently has no concept of sexuality or romance)
| Alignment |
True Neutral
| In-Depth Appearance |
Seven, despite its inorganic nature, bears a fairly humanoid shape. Its chassis holds a gun-metal grey tinge, with exposed synthetic muscle wrapping around its chest, arms and legs. The robot looks as if a sculpture was given life, every twitch and twinge of well defined muscle eerily human-like in its appearance. The frame of the A.I. is scratched and slightly dented, showing signs of its 40 something years of existence. Seven looms at a solid 6'0', but its imposing stature does not belay the curiously playful look in the robot's amber eyes.
It hasn't had especial use for clothes in its brief operating time, but Seven has been provided a set of clothes to better help the robot blend into human society. The blue coat and hoodie combined it wears with brown pants and work boots do make Seven seem less intimidating, but not by any measurable amount. Seven doesn't really care much for clothes, but it has been reminded a number of times that humans find its nakedness 'off-putting' and 'indecent'. Example here.
| Abilities |
Robotic Physiology: As a synthetic life-form, Seven has no need to breathe, eat, sleep, or perform other basic biological functions. Seven's chassis is also much more durable than that of humans, made out of titanium alloy that can and has taken quite a bit of punishment in the past. Its speed and strength are only slightly above that of a human in peak condition, capable of lifting 1 ton and moving at 35 mph.
Learning Algorithm: Unlike other, more simplistic programs, Seven contains within it the unique software that allows him to learn and adapt to his surroundings. This algorithm allows Seven a eidietic memory, presenting it with perfect recall of information already learned. Given time and experience, Seven will be able to grow and learn as humans do. Given enough social interaction, Seven might even eventually be able to develop a personality wholly individual to itself, instead of the rudimentary 'serve, survive, and learn protocols' it has currently.
Technological Assimilation: Seven is able to take a piece of technology and assimilate both its hardware and software into its operating unit. Once incorporated into the unit, Seven can freely use and reproduce the technology as it was intended to be used through a system of nanite reconstruction. If it assimilated a cellphone, it could make calls and connect to the internet. If it incorporated a gun, Seven could fire it with the limited number of rounds the weapon had in it.
Current Machines:
- Cellphone: Connects to the World Wide Web. Capable of texting, calling, and otherwise communicating with others who have access to the internet
| Limitations |
This assimilation ability is strictly limited to technological tools or weapons, and only objects one could conceivably fit into a vaguely humanoid sized figure. For example, Seven could easily assimilate a cellphone as it is a compact piece of equipment, but it could not incorporate a car into its unit.
Seven has to be able to touch the technology in order to assimilate it.
Seven's Assimilation ability risks overheating the unit. The more complex the piece of machinery and the longer Seven attempts to use it, the more heat is generated inside the unit's chassis. If Seven overheats, it will vent the excess heat in a process that takes about a minute to complete. During this venting period, Seven can only preform rudimentary functions and places its survival above anyone else.
Seven also lacks the distinctly human characteristics of duplicity and subtlety, oftentimes only using its amazing abilities in an alarmingly straightforward way. It is motivated to achieve its goals in the most efficient way possible. Ask it to untie a knot, it will cut the knot in half. Ask it to disarm a combatant, and Seven might take those orders a bit too literally.
| Equipment |
A hoodie given to him so that he might better hide his synthetic characteristics and repair kit to perform basic maintenance.
| Personality |
Soldier Seven has only one remaining directive, one shred of code that drives its continual existence: learn. A boundless curiosity consumes the robot's every waking moment, and the synthetic intelligence has an almost child-like wonder to it when it discovers something new. For all its love of discovery and understanding, Seven still only has a rudimentary understanding of social interaction. It can often say the wrong thing at the wrong time, or ask a pointed question that unknowingly cuts through the barrier of social politeness. Morality also remains a point of contention that Seven doesn't quite grasp. It understands lawfulness and unlawfulness, but hasn't yet quite grasped the more nuanced aspects of good and evil or the emotional components that play into decision making. Seven knows it should help organic life, but still requires guidance on when its help is merited and when punishment should be dealt to those who deserve it.
| Place Of Origin |
Institute for Theoretical and Experimental Physics
Moscow, Russia
| Family |
Georgy Adelson-Velsky (Creator, deceased)
Soldiers 1-6 (Brothers, deceased, lost, or otherwise deactivated)
| History |
The 1980s were a time of paralyzing fear and desperate invention. The Metahuman Cold War was in full swing, and every nation under the sun was toiling to create the next big mechanism of war. A weapon to end the fight before it began or a warrior that could carry a nation to victory. Soldier Seven was intended to be both.
The Institute for Theoretical and Experimental Physics in Moscow, Russia would be Seven's birthplace, and Georgy Adelson-Velsky would be the father who forced Seven into being. Brought onto the Soviet's radar after the success of his Kaissa chess computer program, Georgy was recruited with a number of other Soviet scientists to create for them the perfect killing machine. The project, codenamed "Kaissa Applied", was given unlimited funding and access to rare and previously unknown materials in order to accomplish their governments goal. But while other scientist only saw this project as a highway to success or a science project to ensure their place in the history books, Georgy saw an opportunity amidst the ambition. He saw the "Kaissa Applied" project as a chance, perhaps his only chance, to push the bounds of scientific thought; to create not a dealer of death, but a living, thinking machine. Utilizing his computational genius, his fellow scientists, and the near-endless resources of an incensed Soviet Russia, Georgy set to work to create what would become the world's first artificial intelligence.
It took six failures and six years to find the success that would be Soldier Seven. Not only did Georgy invent a machine capable of intelligent thought and adaptive thinking, but the Soviet's meta-geniuses managed to create a chassis capable of protecting the computer-scientist's legacy. Harder than steel, containing a ruthless intelligence, and bearing an almost impossible ability to incorporate technology into its system, Russia had gotten exactly what they wanted. A perfect, relentless killing machine. Georgy, however, couldn't stand to think of his creation being used to tear families apart and raze whole cities to the ground. He had so much more imagined for his wondrous invention beyond being a tool for the machinations of would-be conquers. In the dead of night the scientist and his creation stole away, running to Georgy's colleagues in Chernobyl. From there, the scientist planned to contact the Powerbound Alliance, turning traitor if it meant his legacy would become more than that of a weapons creator.
1986 turned out to be a bad year for both Georgy and Chernobyl. It took one wayward nuclear disaster and the following death of his creator, and Seven was left lost, deactivated in an irradiated Chernobyl.
38 years later, and the Powerbound alliance was sweeping Chernobyl in its latest attempt to cleanse the area of the radiation which still poisoned it. A cleaning effort near the reactor revealed Seven, buried under a pile of slag in what would have been its tomb. The Alliance recovered the robot, activating it to find Seven half-mad and malfunctioning to an extreme degree. Three months of intensive repair by some of the world's top minds, and only two things became apparent. Seven's abilities of assimilation, and its status as a burgeoning artificial intelligence. Given its unique position, unknown history, and wide gaps in both knowledge and application, the Powerbound Alliance made the decision to treat Seven as metahuman; sending to where all metahumans went to learn and train.
With the eyes of the Alliance watching its development with intense interest, Seven has been tasked to head to Powerbound Academy in Northern Oregon. Here, it will learn and grow with the rest of this world's youngest metas, perhaps even finding a new primary directive along the way.
| Extra |
Seven is fluent in Russian, English, and Computer Code. It speaks all human languages in a slightly strange way, sounding far too formal and forgoing slang in favor of otherwise outdated words.
Face Claim: The Prototype Robot from the trailer The Prototype.
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