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arewehuman) wrote2013-04-30 08:09 pm
IC info
NAME: Sarah Hadley. (EQ-AMBL-W-131209-2023)
AGE: Looks to be about 29-32ish. In actuality she is literally only 2/3 years old activation wise. Mentally, she theortically matches how old she looks.
Height: 5'9 sans shoes.
HAIR: In the past it was a golden/platinum blonde. Now, it's dyed dark blonde but that's also faded so. Who knows. Blonde. It comes to the small of her back and she wears it loose, finger brushed. The most styling it's seen is a messy ponytail.
EYES: Green - almost unnaturally so. Inside the eye, is a small LED thing that is red. It's also a camera.
AURAL: Aussie accent, with all the quirks that go with it, and something of an emotive voice at times. Yet at the same time it falls very, very flat. To the point it's like she's very, very bored and is considering mayhem, or how to take a person apart (?!), and not doing a good job of hiding it at all.
While permission is REQUIRED, for those who can hear it, there is something mechanical to her voice, as if whatever is making it is good enough to pass for a human/organic to another human/organic, but not quite human/organic enough.
LOOKS: Supermodel looks. No, seriously, she has the looks of a healthy supermodel even with her hair mostly unkempt. She's gorgeously stunning. Sadly, the look on her face, that of a near-constant boredom, ruins it. The coldness in her eyes doesn't help, nor does the fact she rarely smiles, but when she does... it's worth remembering.
Under the clothing, she's very much barbie doll style anatomy features wise, She sports two '13' brand-tattoos, one on each arm at the shoulder.
DEMEANOUR: Bored. 'Guarded and distrusting'. There's also a hint of a dark - dangerous - past. Yet also very much a Socially Awkward Duckling with limited facial emotion, so who even knows. Lets just go with bored for simplicity's sake! Otherwise, and much more importanly, passes as human to other humans or those who don't know how humans should behave. She can and will do self depersonalization at the drop of a hat, but she's getting better-ish about that.
For those who'd notice based on ambience/extremely faint undertones of machinery, Sarah Is Not Human; she's an AI powered machine that is basically dressed up as a human that was designed to pass as human to other humans.
CLOTHING: black sleevless turtleneck shirt, jacket, jeans. Nothing fancy. The jacket is denim (dyed a horrid lurid shade of orange that's faded to a dark rusty colour) and has various patches all over it. The most prominent is the homemade one that's a faded '13' in a hexagon, on both shoulders.
SEX: Hard coded female, doesn't give two fucks about it otherwise because uh. It's just a frame. :|
ORIENTATION: Lesbian; physically she can't have sex. She's in it more for companionship and company. This does not stop her from flirting with EVERYONE over the age of 18. She learned that flirting means compliments, and genuinely has no idea what to do if anyone returns it.
NOTES:
- Canonically from an Alternative History Earth were Christianity is *not* the dominant religion of Earth, but one of many in a multi-pantheon religious world. There are Christian groups, but these are seen as Weird because they only worship one god.
- TLDR: She's Complicated and allover the place. They took a baby self learning AI, trained it to be a soldier while teaching it to be human and allowing it to self learn. It's a mess.
- Sarah's a walking, talking, coded android/robot that can use controlled bursts of laser to destructive potential. She was literally made for the battlefield, and has soldier-based coding in her.
- She has the bare minimum coded into her to appear human (it's impossible for a human to tell she's not without a look under the skin) and Emotions are Strange.
- Her morals are....Red and Blue and X is up.
- She literally doesn't give a fuck about a lot of things. Her give a fuck coding is lacking in so many ways.
- Very much a 'see problem - fix problem with sledgehammer' type.
- Morality Pet is Serena. (no, seriously. Fuck with Serena and she *will* end you. Just ask Orion and Anabeth.)
- Social skills? What are those? She was raised in a lab. She has no idea what Social Skills outside the bare minimum even are so this does mean she appears maladjusted to other people. Opps.
- She's quite capable of understanding human emotions to a point; her AI has programs to cope with this.
- Bored look on her face *All The Time.*. She looks *stunning* when she smiles.
- Has a massive temper, though she's *never* hit anyone in anger, and when it reaches boiling point, she turns and walks away and deals with it in a constructive way. Like punching a wall. Or killing someone.
- Flirts with anyone that moves. She will *do this in front of Serena* and she will *do it regardless* of how serious a situation is. She *never* takes it further than flirting though. (Unless thy name is Serena Black, but even then it's complicated.)
- Put her around her Creator, and the Creator Protocols that are linked to Warren's biorhythms will render her child-like and docile. This links into the fact that she's incapable of comprehending right and wrong when it comes to things her Creator asks her to do.
Ficlets!
Dirk's death. (Mild gore)
"Today?" He doesn't look away from the dual screens.
"It was. She was ice-cold as normal," she says with a nod. Humans like that visual. "Ariel seemed to find it funny."
The man glanced at the woman before returning to his typing, not bothered by the nudity on display. The true beauty was the spidersteel frame underneath. "What about you?"
"Mira was sloppy." The woman fingers the dog tags she wore, thumb running over the numbers on them. Unlike what she was made of, these were stainless steel.
Warren sighs. "She drew it out again?"
"No." Sarah shakes her head and releases the tags. "Mira made it quick, but Tara's done something to her reaction times. She's normally faster by two-point-three seconds."
"To be expected. That woman is fussy." Warren's frown seemed etched into his face. "How did Ace die?"
"Mira tore out an eye, cut his throat with a butterknife – the tubing in our throats is weak if that’s all it takes - then tore open his midsection with her hands. The technicians complained about the clean up. I don’t see why; it’s not as if we’re made of what humans are." Sarah shrugs at the end. "Blood is harder to clean up than-".
"Sarah." The balding man turns to look at her, grey eyes warmer than his tone suggests. He's not upset with her. "The fluids used in your systems aren’t easy to clean up, and the tubing is designed to mimic a human."
"Like I was made to, then." Sarah knows what she looks like. She was a gorgeous, stunning woman with blonde hair that cascaded to her hips. Yet her eyes were greener than a human's and dead to the world. Glassy, under the right lights. She was heavier than a human; stronger, too.
But Warren said she was perfect, and what Warren said was truth.
"Exactly. Your emotions, Sarah."
Sarah ducked her head slightly at the rebuke from her creator. "I am unsure. Will they remake him?"
"No." The man shook his head with a grimace before returning to the screen to key in some notes. "Ace's Creator has expressed a desire to leave the Project."
"I will miss him." He'd been a fixture in the labs. "You are unhappy about this?"
Warren hummed and figures paused typing. "If he leaves, he'll reveal what we're doing." The man swallowed. "You would be terminated in the aftermath and my work destroyed."
"If it is your wish-"
"No." Warren shook his head, turning back to face the woman, emotions Sarah couldn't name playing across his face.
"...You do not want that?" Sarah tilted her head to the other side, green eyes searching the grey of her Creator's, looking for something, anything, that would tell her how to make things better for Warren. "What is it I can do?"
Another hum from her Creator as he resumed working. "Will you talk with him?"
"If that is what you wish, Creator."
Warren nodded. "It is. I’ll tell you more of the outside world when you return, over that game you like."
Sarah slid off the examination table, landing lightly on her feet with only the barest sound of compressed air and hydraulics. Warren made a mental note to fix that as he watched her leave before returning to his work with a small hum, not even giving the exchange a second thought.
The code controlling Sarah's emotions and the various backdoors he was working on wouldn't write themselves.
-/-/-/-
Despite her state of undress, no one tried to stop her as she walked barefoot along the main hall of the east wing of the underground complex that was her home. Here and there, the hallway branched out, but the woman paid no heed to them as she walked, eyes searching the doors. While she knew the layout like the back of her hand - it was burned into her memory core like everything else was, it never hurt to be aware of the surroundings.
Finally, she came to the door she was looking for. It was white, like everything else about the facility, with a simple room number and the man's name. Room 17, Dirk Clayton. It was a personal room. She knocked three times. It was rude to enter a room uninvited, especially that of another creator, though once she got permission, she pushed the door open and strode in, face blank of any emotion.
She was here to complete a task, after all. She would talk with Dirk. Ensure he couldn't betray them, one way or the other.
"Sarah-13. This is a surprise." Dirk’s brow furrowed in confusion as he stood, chair scrapping across the carpeted floor while Sarah tipped her head in greeting with something of a fleeting smile. "What brings you here?"
"Creator said you are leaving us."
"Yeah. Done all I can here. Time to move on to better projects."
"You will not leave Ace's data?"
"Doesn't belong to them." Dirk snorted. "I'm not stupid; when I signed on I made sure to keep the rights to my property. All of them. What, something like you get attached?"
Sarah tilted her head. "He was a constant and a good fighter. It's a pity you aren't staying."
"Like I said, better things to do than test faulty machines with buggy AIs."
"I see." Sarah crossed the room in three strides and slammed him into the wall. A hand on his chest pinned him there while she stared into the man’s eyes. She could see herself reflected in his own, like some emotionless killer completely detached from the world around her.
"What are you- Release me!" He shoved at her, but she was immovable.
"You're not my creator."
Dirk froze. Fear, perhaps. As a Project Creator, he was untouchable. But now, he was a threat that stood in the way of her Creator's safety. "I am one of the-"
"You are not my Creator." Sarah pushed harder, fingers digging into the skin. Hard enough to bruise and draw shouting from the man, his hands clawing at her wrist. He only succeeded in rending false skin from the metal frame underneath. Sarah glanced down at bits of flesh and broken fluid tubing. Hmm. She'd had to get Warren to repair it and fix the broken pressure sensors before the next test. Unless he wished to know how well she functioned with such flaws. She focused back on Dirk's squirming form. "Do not try and control me."
Dirk said nothing. Sarah wasn't surprised. He feared her because she wasn't bound by biorhythms and base coding never to harm him – that only applied to the creator - and she could see it in his eyes. She smiled, pressing up against him as the man struggled to throw her off, but with her weight not matching her looks, the most she moved was only a few centimetres. Her free hand moved up to the man's eyes, tracing the left eye socket. A finger was pushed into the eye. What did a human eye look like? Nothing like the false eyes, LED and tiny cameras that made up her own. It was a mostly pointless exercise that only drew screams and blood. "You'll die."
"No!"
"Yes. Creator said you would betray us." She pulled the man's eye out and rolled it between her fingers. It was a disgusting thing, but she could see the resemblance to the mechanisms that made up her own. She licked it once before deciding it was probably rude to eat someone’s eye and flicked it to the side. It left something of a wet and bloodied trail as it rolled out of sight. The hand left a blood trail down his face, stopping at his throat for several long seconds. The look of horror, pain and fear in Dirk's remaining eye meant nothing to her, though she understood why he was afraid on a basic level.
What she’d done was probably very unnerving to him, but it didn't change the fact he was to die. The hand moved on to join the other one on his chest.
Sarah forced fingers into flesh and bone, ignoring Dirk's struggles and the blood pooling on the carpet around them.
"Why - Sarah-13"
"Creator asked me to." Why else.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity her fingers brushed the man's heart and paused, feeling the panicked beat of a dying man. But then they pushed into the organ and spread out as she yanked the hand out, ignoring how the blood spurted everywhere. Then, quick as a flash, her hand shot up and ripped his throat out in a spray of gore. "That is all."
She stepped back to allow the body to fall to the floor as she wiped her hands free of blood and gore. It wasn't anything she hadn't done before, and a part of her despaired that she hadn't thought to be creative in his death, but no matter. What was done was done. Warren would be pleased with her, and she’d hear more about the outside world.
She turned to the exit only to find a stunned woman looking at her in horror.
Ah. She hadn't closed the door.
Sarah tilted her head to the side as she considered the young lab technician, then shrugged. Of course the man's screams would have attracted attention. "Oh. Creator asked me to talk with him. So I did."
The technician took a step back in fear. Sarah thought her stupid. "By killing him? Sarah-"
"He was a threat to Creator. To you."
"I...see." The tech didn't look convinced, but that wasn't Sarah's problem.
"Creator will be expecting me back. Please excuse me." She smiled and stepped past the stunned woman, adding almost as an afterthought: "Sorry for the mess. I should have lasered him."