Time for a Reboot (Vitor Imperieuse)

[Aisha Savan]

It was cold, and dark inside this warehouse. It was filled with long and forgotten experiments and other things Circe might have left behind. One such experiment was Aisha, which is an andriod, blocked by a small blockade of boxes and other miscellaneous equipment.

She stood there, unmoving. Like a statue. Her eyes remained closed.

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[Onrai]

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The weapon had been stored away here. A weapon of unimaginable destructive power. A sentient android, capable of causing levels of destruction unparalleled by most forms of organic life. Though she was an advanced replica droid, she still was vulnerable to getting disabled. And with Vitor having received the proper codes to reinitialize her, now was the opportunity to acquire a new prize.

Stepping forward, he moved to turn her on - if only he knew she was faulty.

 

[Aisha Savan]

It would take him several moments, but the andriod would start up. At first, everything was just numbers to her, then red, then blue, then green. Finally, she got a clear picture as to where she is, and who is standing infront of her. She stood there, silent for a few moments, before suddenly speaking. "Reboot sequence successful." she would then go to examine the man fully. "You're not creator."


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[Onrai]

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"I am your new master." He nodded. "Your creator has long since disappeared. She may be dead for all I know. I am in charge of Emeritus Industries now." he gave a soft sigh. "What are you? How were you built? What do you do?" A soft sigh crossed his lips even as he pondered over what was best going on. This weapon could prove useful...

Particularly in dealings with the Republic.

 

[Aisha Savan]

Yes, finally a use for her. The Andriod would nod, and would accept the fact that her creator is no more. She would be taking commands from this man now. "I am Aisha Saven." She speaks with a monotone voice. "I am made with...." She stops speaking for a while, as if trying to think. "I'm sorry, I do not have that information. I am built for accessing combat and resolving it with force."

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[Onrai]

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"A Human Replica Droid designed for combat. How ironic..." He sighed. "Who created you, and how advanced are you?" These were important questions considering the sophistication of the woman before him.

Well, she was almost a woman.

 

[Aisha Savan]

Hearing this command, she would speak up. "Creator, created me." Seems that is all she is saying on this matter. She would then go to move her hand against his face, allowing him to feel... real flesh. "I do not know. You tell me."


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[Onrai]

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"Real flesh..." He pondered over the ramifications of this -a synthetic being that was yet partially organic. Perhaps the same processes used to create the ancient android known as Guri? "How are you both an organic and synthetic being? Such... boggles the mind, if I may be so sincere."

Indeed it did for him - he'd never seen anything like it.

 

[Aisha Savan]

She would shake her head. "I do not know. You would have to ask Creator. She spent many years creating me." The Andriod would remain standing where she is. Though, her eyes gaze around at the warehouse.

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[Onrai]

"Many years... Intriguing." That a technorganic entity such as Aisha could survive for so long with such little care. Perhaps she truly was so advanced a cybernetic being. Or perhaps there was another component to her madness. "Your technology may be useful were you to be reverse-engineered. The Republic might find you a valuable asset."

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[Aisha Savan]

"I would prefer it, if I was not disassembled." Aisha had clearly stated. As she spoke, her tone became more clear, it had more personality to it. "Just, tell me what to do, and I shall do it. Do you have anymore questions?"


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[Onrai]

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"No more questions. Shall you come with me so we can best proceed with business?" A smile crossed his lips as he pondered over the uses of the newest member of his entourage. "Your skin still being fresh is most intriguing... Perhaps that technology could be useful for cosmetic treatments if anything."

Who knew how useful she could be?

 

[Aisha Savan]

"Do I have a choice in the matter?" She had told him. She knows what she is, what she is ment to be. However, she does not understand why she was shut down. She did her job. She did what was asked of her. Regardless, she went to finally move around, exploring this warehouse in which she was dumped in. "Sorry, I do not know what that means."


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[Onrai]

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"It can make people look nice." He gave a soft sigh, walking with the android out of the warehouse and into the world once more. Perhaps things would grow even more interesting the longer he had her - who knew what information regarding her creator she could divulge?

"Tell me more about your creator."

 

[Aisha Savan]

Aisha would gaze around, accessing where she is at. "I do not know much about creator. Other than she enjoyed..." She would pause a moment. "Cuddling? Is, that the correct word?"

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[Onrai]

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"She enjoyed cuddling?" An eyebrow immediately raised. "I used to enjoy a good cuddle with my wife before she passed." A twinge in his face reminded him that he had spoken of something that would cause him distress. "In any case, I suppose we can get out of here."

Hopefully, they could.

 

[Aisha Savan]

Aisha would nod, and goes to leave this warehouse. However, before leaving it, Aisha would go to take a rifle from one of the boxes, Needing and wanting some sort of protection. "What is a Wife?" Aisha had asked, going to stare up at her new master.

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[Onrai]

"It's... I'll let you check the database when we get home." He sighed. "Come on, let's head back to my place. Hopefully we can run a full diagnostic and figure out if any of your systems have degraded. I'd hate for some part of you to end up breaking down when I need you most."

Defunct material was something he never liked working with.

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[Aisha Savan]

She would leave the warehouse, arming herself with a rifle. "Ofcourse Master. My self dignostic chesk, when I was re-botting, showed that I am functioning at one-hundred percent." She would then take a glance at her surroundings. "However, you may be correct."


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