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Dec. 14th, 2019 07:46 pmAt a glance, X might pass for human. But then anyone looking at him a second time, or trying to talk to him, would notice what's wrong. His skin is a little too smooth, his movements just a shade too precise, the imperfections of his face and texture and hair pattern looking planned the longer you stare at him. There is just a hint of uncanny valley when he first opens his mouth to speak to you.
And then the unbearable awkwardness of speaking to someone with plenty of knowledge but less than a year's worth of consciousness makes itself painfully known, and your worries are probably less 'uncanny valley' and 'how do I get it to stop talking to me'.
X is an android, but he's not from the manufacturers du jour. No, the classic lines of them - baggers in grocery stores, cab drivers, even home assistants - don't have a model quite like him. X was made by a very selfish, eccentric man with a lot less morals than technical know-how. He was made to...well. It almost sounds silly when you put it into a sentence instead of just hardwired into his very being, instead of just taking his day to day life as the grinding bore it was to X before he left.
X was made to be a hacker. And seeing as he himself, all of him, is wires and codes and security protocols and technology - he was quite good at it. He is quite good at it. It's just that the kind of grandiose person who creates an android for the express purpose of helping him scam and hack more individuals and businesses alike out of money is fated to eventually get caught.
The events of the police coming to his creator's house are all a bit of a blur. He'd had security features around the house, you see, the sort of thing that only someone with paranoia and few worries about human life would have bothered crafting. X escaped through the now-just-rubble fence as the fight was tailing off - most of the humans involved, including his creator, already killed - and ran for it. He's still not sure if it was a specific protocol to stay alive and working that compelled him, or if...
...or if that might have been his first real decision, to run away and survive.
On his own now, X is a curious mixture of helpless and ruthless. He can create secure systems that governments would pay good money to be able to replicate, but he's not entirely sure of the minutiae of buying something from a store without garnering unwanted attention. He's a failure, socially, and it comes from a mixture of bluntness and not understanding more than the basics of human emotions. X wasn't programmed to have or understand those. It's just that it seems that there might be something, right at the edge of his programming.
X would say he's scared of what that feels like, except-- fear's an emotion, right? So he must just be mistaken. It happens. Even to androids.
And then the unbearable awkwardness of speaking to someone with plenty of knowledge but less than a year's worth of consciousness makes itself painfully known, and your worries are probably less 'uncanny valley' and 'how do I get it to stop talking to me'.
X is an android, but he's not from the manufacturers du jour. No, the classic lines of them - baggers in grocery stores, cab drivers, even home assistants - don't have a model quite like him. X was made by a very selfish, eccentric man with a lot less morals than technical know-how. He was made to...well. It almost sounds silly when you put it into a sentence instead of just hardwired into his very being, instead of just taking his day to day life as the grinding bore it was to X before he left.
X was made to be a hacker. And seeing as he himself, all of him, is wires and codes and security protocols and technology - he was quite good at it. He is quite good at it. It's just that the kind of grandiose person who creates an android for the express purpose of helping him scam and hack more individuals and businesses alike out of money is fated to eventually get caught.
The events of the police coming to his creator's house are all a bit of a blur. He'd had security features around the house, you see, the sort of thing that only someone with paranoia and few worries about human life would have bothered crafting. X escaped through the now-just-rubble fence as the fight was tailing off - most of the humans involved, including his creator, already killed - and ran for it. He's still not sure if it was a specific protocol to stay alive and working that compelled him, or if...
...or if that might have been his first real decision, to run away and survive.
On his own now, X is a curious mixture of helpless and ruthless. He can create secure systems that governments would pay good money to be able to replicate, but he's not entirely sure of the minutiae of buying something from a store without garnering unwanted attention. He's a failure, socially, and it comes from a mixture of bluntness and not understanding more than the basics of human emotions. X wasn't programmed to have or understand those. It's just that it seems that there might be something, right at the edge of his programming.
X would say he's scared of what that feels like, except-- fear's an emotion, right? So he must just be mistaken. It happens. Even to androids.
