ADAM
May 18, 2014 3:41:16 GMT
Post by Adam Bachman on May 18, 2014 3:41:16 GMT
Full Name: Autonomously Directed Artificial Man
Alias: Adam Bachman
Age: Approximately five-six years
Gender/Sex: Male/None
Faction: None
Rank: Android (Automaton)
Status: AWOL and on the run.
Alive |
Sanitary |
Description:
ADAM was designed to be perfect.
Perfectly crafted technology encased in an organic shell. Perfectly realistic. Perfectly self-sustaining. Perfectly intelligent, capable of processing data faster than a standard computer. Every detail was paid attention to,
At that point, however, his perfection becomes subjective. His face is soft, almost androgynously designed, with a hint of masculinity along his jawline. Untamed reddish-brown hair curls wildly atop his head. Sharp cyan eyes draw in everything, carefully analyzing all that they pierce. All with a very, very blank face.
He hasn’t quite worked out expressions yet. Or social cues. Or conversation.
His body is rather average-looking, despite hiding a dense network of machinery. As such, his incredible strength is a surprise to most. Although he can make quick movements, his ability to run is based purely on momentum.
Personality:
Originally a rather blank slate, ADAM has learned much. Which is to say that he is aware he knows zilch. He isn’t afraid to ask point blank questions, inquire into someone’s life a bit too deeply, and otherwise being blunt and perhaps a bit insensitive.
He doesn’t mean to be that way. He just hasn’t considered social norms to be at the height of his interest, therefore not worth wasting (too much) data on. He does try, when his creator attempts to engage with him, but he is very aware that he has no clue what to do. Painfully aware, really.
Aimless. Autonomy is difficult like that. ADAM spends his days pondering typical things you would expect a self-aware android to ponder. Purpose in life, the meaning of it, the meaning of anything. He craves knowledge like a toddler craves constant entertainment. Don’t leave him alone in a library. Actually, don’t leave him alone with anything, unless you want it poked, prodded, examined, and possibly pulled apart. Turns out being “raised” by a scientist affects how you look at things.
In a similar vein, ADAM tends to hang back in a crowd, much like someone with social anxiety, or perhaps just someone with a bit of shyness. Observation, or people-watching as some might prefer, is a favourite pastime. He hasn’t developed a sense of humour yet, but he’s aware of the concept. And thanks to his creator, he is very aware of sarcasm, despite not knowing how to respond to it.
Well, that’s not true. He likes to pretend he still doesn’t get it.
An android’s gotta have a little fun.
History:
The first time he woke up, he was in an ampitheater, surrounded by men and women in white coats and men holding guns. Not quite the optimal place to be first introduced to in a new and wholly artificial life. He has very little of the event recorded in his memory, as something had happened that hadn't quite gone as planned and it was promptly erased.
The second time he woke up, he was told to run. To grab his hand and run. And they haven't stopped running. Paranoia was one of the first things he learned, always watching his creator's back, though never really sure what he was looking for.
That is, until they were almost caught. And ADAM killed the man. It was... different. And it cemented his position of protecting his creator, no matter the cost. He wasn't sure how he made it an objective, something part of him, but it was easy to make the connection to his directive programming.
Of course, the running became easier once they fell into Flux. And his creator, being so brilliant, quickly mastered it. ADAM had a vague grasp on it, enough to be able to be pulled in alongside. As such, the world was their playground. They could go anywhere, anywhere at all.
It was almost too much. ADAM spends his time pondering that, too, gazing no where while he computes and recomputes the situation. All he knows is that he can't be caught, and that his creator must live. And that is that.
Other:
Essentially serves as his creator's bodyguard.
Relationships:
His creator, Albert Zimmermann, for whom he would do anything he asked.