conversations.from: system
conversations.value: The crew of the cargo carrier Star Pigeon (or 'The Pidge') has just found some intriguing flotsam lost in space for thousands of years... and it turns out to be something incredibly unexpected.
  
  What will you do with it? Join now to find out!
  
  In the style and flair of The Fifth Element/DBZ with a dash of soft and hard science, this is a slightly long-term story with a focus on comedy and cartoony antics. But watch out! Actions have consequences!
  
  Players can be humans or aliens! Rated PG.
  
  Posting is expected to be in past-tense with proper spelling, punctuation, and grammar. And sentence fragments are okay, just so long as they're within context.
  
  This setting includes FTL, artificial gravity (AG), conventional space physics, fantastical monsters, and general light-hearted fun! Teleportation doesn't exist, unfortunately, so everything is manual from thereon.
  
  Players are allowed to invent some things on the fly, such as convenient technology, different planets, etc. The only thing to note is that the story takes place in the Milkway Galaxy, so other places are referred to as star systems, clusters, etc. Human begins have not yet exited the Milkway to explore other galaxies just yet!
  
  Also, I'm still figuring out how Storium works, so please bear with me while we learn as we go!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Chief Engineer Kiro, with his supernatural ears, can hear a strange sound coming from somewhere on board the ship, but he can't figure out where or what it is. Find out where the noise is coming from, and show proof to Kiro that you found out what it is!
conversations.prefix: Funny noise somewhere on the ship:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: DPS stands for 'damage per second'. This makes you the quick fighter, able to deliver multiple strikes in quick succession for maximum effect. You're not as tough as the Tank, but you can outrun him/her/it! 
conversations.prefix: Fighter: DPS:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Medics are hard to come by, especially ones with cross-disciplined and experienced with more than one species. You're either a GP, a surgeon, a chemist, or a back alley bonesaw, either way you can repair wounds with some manner of efficiency.
conversations.prefix: Medic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: As the captain of the Star Pigeon, your job is to move cargo from point A to point B with minimal losses and, hopefully, minimal drama. But depending on who you are, what comes first... crew, or duty?
conversations.prefix: Captain:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can't help yourself. As soon as you see a chance to beat the odds, you've already thrown money down on the table in the hopes of another thrill. Whether you're good at it is another thing...
conversations.prefix: Gambling:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've discovered the source of the noise, and here's the proof. Ew.
conversations.prefix: Evidence:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Zurla, better prep that stimulant of yours-- someone's going to need it!
conversations.prefix: Where's my drink?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Oswald, just... stay put, or you'll die anyway.
conversations.prefix: Stay alive!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's not worth much, but it's nice and colourful! Maybe you can dupe someone into buying it. Or maybe you'll keep it for posterity.
conversations.prefix: Gas crab shell:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cronus catches a gas crab! They make for terrible eating, but maybe the mad scientist can make something it. ;)
conversations.prefix: Gas crab specimen:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cronus, the two engineers repairing stuff are pretty small, so they're tethered to the ship. Reel them in before decompression takes them out!
conversations.prefix: Save the mechanics!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Alex, you need to patch that hole in the hull or the ship will peel itself apart like a lobster in a shucker.
conversations.prefix: Fix the outer hull!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tanecke, the insulation layer is the only thing protecting the crew from being microwaved to death! Patch the holes and don't get sucked out into space!
conversations.prefix: Fix the insulation layer!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Chief Engineer Kiro, with his supernatural ears, can hear a strange sound coming from somewhere on board the ship, but he can't figure out where or what it is... Time to investigate!
conversations.prefix: Funny noise somewhere on the ship:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Players can be anywhere they like on board the ship.
conversations.prefix: The Pigeon: Meandering:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The slightly crammed cargo hold of the cargo carrier Pigeon, complete with airlock, docking collar, and zero-G hand holds/foot holds everywhere.
conversations.prefix: The Pigeon: Cargo Hold:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This two-seater pilot's cabin contains navigation, flight controls, and multiple viewport monitors. The cabin also has enough room for a pilot, a co-pilot/navigator, and maybe a fart, that's how cramped it is.
conversations.prefix: The Pigeon: Bridge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's one table, one counter, and a fridge with suspect contents in it. Good luck with that!
conversations.prefix: The Pigeon: Mess Hall:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The warp core runs on cold fusion. This area beneath the ship proper is a mechanical maze of pipes, cabling, snakes and ladders. Don't drop anything down here or you'll never find it again.
conversations.prefix: The Pigeon: Engineering:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The armoury is basically a walk-in closet filled to the brim with boxes and shelves of grenades, pistols, rifles, swords, bombs, and assorted paraphernalia. The armoury however is always locked because you don't want to use guns in space. Ever.
conversations.prefix: The Pigeon: Armoury:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kiro is a Kaion, a species common throughout the galaxy and known for its intellect and telepathic abilities. He is a quantum mechanic and the warp engineer for the Pigeon, and also doubles as the navigator.
conversations.prefix: Chief Engineer Kiro:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: As a voice on the radio, Taco is a fellow star-shipper who can be relied upon to provide useful tips on police stakeouts, mob activity, and when sales are on at Booze Planet.
conversations.prefix: Taco Malone:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There's been a collision of some kind in this region of space that's left a lethal cloud of fast-moving debris of all sizes. Densely clustered and unpredictable, any ship without repulsion shielding will be turned into scrap itself if it tries to enter this field.
conversations.prefix: Debris field:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Space cops. Sometimes they're crooked, sometimes they're not. What kind are you hoping to get this time...?
conversations.prefix: The ISPF, or Space Fuzz:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're a cargo hauler, of COURSE they're going to attack you.
conversations.prefix: Pirates:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There are creatures living in space that have no intelligence, no weaknesses, and every inclination to eat the first thing that drifts close enough, including space ships.
conversations.prefix: Wildlife:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: One of the most common cargo in the galaxy is people. And sometimes, bodyguards are employed to protect these investments, either the client themselves or a passenger of some note.
conversations.prefix: Bodyguard:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're tough as nails, able to give as hard as you get. Whether this means your fist or big guns, either way you're a force to be reckoned with.    
conversations.prefix: Fighter: Bruiser/Tank:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: DPS stands for 'damage per second'. This makes you the quick fighter, able to deliver multiple strikes in quick succession for maximum effect. You're not as tough as the Tank, but you can outrun him/her/it!    
conversations.prefix: Fighter: DPS:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can't stand the sight or knowledge of other people in need. You'd sooner die than abandon someone or let someone suffer needlessly. Sometimes your crew, the mission, your dignity, or your wallet gets to suffer instead.
conversations.prefix: Bleeding Heart:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: People are in danger?! Quick, you need to protect them! Leap into the fray and act first, think later! This sort of lifestyle comes with boatloads of consequences, however.
conversations.prefix: White Knight:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You hate space. Zero-G makes you throw up, gazing into the dark expanse gives you nightmares, and the slightest thing will kill you instantly and horribly. You have no idea why you've made a career in space to begin with. Maybe you're a masochist.
conversations.prefix: Space Sickness:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're a speciesist. Of course, you don't hate all other species, just ONE type in particular. Every time you see or meet one, you just have to go antagonize it at the cost of peace or good will. Or safety.
conversations.prefix: Speciesist:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have your own personal enemy. When you're not trying to get back at them, they're trying to screw you over. You'll do anything to be better at them at everything. ANYTHING.
conversations.prefix: Rival:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're in fifty tons of debt. This means you've got collection agents chasing you across the galaxy, and more importantly, no cash to give them. Or do you...? Explain how you managed to acquire this debt.
conversations.prefix: Financial Debt/Greed:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your name isn't Inigo Montoya, but you've got a bone to pick with something or someone who screwed you over big time. This can be a person, group, or some kind of white whale. Be creative!
conversations.prefix: Revenge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You made a promise to someone, or yourself, to do something specific. What is that, and why is it important? Also, not fulfilling it would be disastrous and horrible. 
conversations.prefix: Promise:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Avarice is not just a tendency, it's your whole being. But why are you greedy in the first place...?
conversations.prefix: Greed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're hideously allergic to something extremely specific. What is it, and how badly?
conversations.prefix: Allergy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For some reason, you don't speak Trade language, or you have a basic understanding and just aren't fluent. Either way, you have trouble communicating yourself and people automatically think you're stupid.
conversations.prefix: Not your first language:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Not only are you trained to kill people, but you can operate military tech and can recognize insignias and vehicles. You also understand military protocol as well as military culture.
conversations.prefix: Ex-soldier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're an expert at something specific. What is it, and how did you become so awesome at it?
conversations.prefix: Professional:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Information is power, so you've become a walking encyclopedia. You've got a good grasp on lore, trivia, and basic stuff. Of course, booksmarts doesn't mean intelligence... or wisdom.
conversations.prefix: Booksmarts:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You fly spaceships! This means you have a certain class of license that allows you operate different types of vehicles. Or maybe you have multiple licenses because you're that good.
conversations.prefix: Pilot:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You hired these people for this gig, and they're moving stuff for you. And of course you're coming along for the ride, you need to keep a close eye on your investment!
conversations.prefix: The Client:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They crop up everywhere in the form of toll crossings, taxes, bribes, and whatever bullroar these people come up with. Either way, you gotta pay 'em.
conversations.prefix: Fees:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're the person who hauls the cargo, straps it in, keeps track of it, and makes sure it gets to where it's going! Yay!
conversations.prefix: Courier 1:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're the other person who hauls the cargo, straps it in, keeps track of it, and makes sure it gets to where it's going! Yay!
conversations.prefix: Courier 2:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When you're dealing with a population, goods, and a system that spans multiple systems in a single galaxy, that means a jillion tons of data processing, paperwork, and tests of temperament. Either way you get delayed AND frustrated.
conversations.prefix: Red Tape:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: State Trooper of the galaxy. This guy will ticket you for going too fast, too slow, and even for looking too sloppy.
conversations.prefix: Officer Blast Harcheese:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is it? And why does everyone else want it?
conversations.prefix: The Black Box:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Gennon is a Vatorii, a cyborg species with cameras for heads that record everything. They're employed throughout the galaxy for everything from news, TV, movies, and porn. So. Much. Porn.
conversations.prefix: Gennon:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You did something special or important once, and now somebody respects you for it. 
conversations.prefix: Prestige:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A whistle purported to have magical powers. What happens when you blow it...?
conversations.prefix: The Kaion Kall:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hey, it's what you do. But dang it, you'll do it right.
conversations.prefix: Just A Job:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're oversized or undersized somehow, so you need to compensate creatively.
conversations.prefix: Size:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were raised in a non-gravity environment, so there is nothing about being upside down and floating out in the sea of nothing that you can't handle. You're better at maneuvering in free-fall better than most!
conversations.prefix: Zero-G Acrobat:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The wandering medic. While not legendary, stories have been told about Kenten arriving on the scene just in the nick of time to rescue, stop the bleeding, provide water, and save lives in general. Will you be lucky enough to be saved by her...?
conversations.prefix: Imogene Kenten:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've been out in space for so long, your bones are starting to go soft and you're taller now than when you started out. You know what to expect and how to survive out in the big vacuum. There's nothing about the space gig that fazes you.
conversations.prefix: Space Jockey:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've got synthetic parts! Or maybe you're mostly synthetic save for one or two bits.
conversations.prefix: Cyborg:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: An engineer at heart, tinkering is your thing. You collect spare parts and build amazingly useful things out of them. You're handy!
conversations.prefix: Inventor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Either because you're a cyborg or you were just born with it, you've got a pressing health issue that whips up a red flag every now and then. Either that or you're just plain ol' delicate.
conversations.prefix: Health Problems:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Thanks to technological advancement, the human species has evolved a bit in the past few hundred years. Humans now live longer (120 years!), can survive in space a little better (not as fragile), and are hardier (better survival in suboptimal environmental conditions). But they're just one species in the galaxy, so they're nothing special. But there's a common saying: 'Humans will be humans.'
  
  As a Human, you can either be born on a future Earth or raised in a planetary colony. As for Earth politics, nothing world-shattering has happened to create apocalypse or dystopia. Imagine that, eh?
  
  Gender is also no issue, nor is orientation. This is the future, no one cares.
conversations.prefix: Species: Human:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your particular race is particularly reviled, hated, and subjugated by another race or species. They will do anything to crush you, even if you have nothing personal against them. Run away~!
conversations.prefix: Species Enemy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Congratulations, you're Jell-O! 
  
  Actually, you're a silicon-based gelatinous lifeform called Polyphyletic Viuum, or P.V. But most folks will call you a Jelly or 'green slime'. 
  
  Lacking recognizeable organs or even a brain, Jelly physiology is considered enigmatic and simple... but on the contrary, they are complex and diverse creatures. They are actually a type of polyphyletic slime mold, or a fungal colony. Not much is known of P.Viuum except that they are exceptionally intelligent for slime, and can make great friends... or foes.
  
  P.Viuum are tool-users. Unlimited by a set form, they can ooze in and out of tight spaces as a fluid, control mecha or mechanical bodies from the inside out, and can also affect electronics by using their own bodies as conductors. This allows them to develop technology that essentially has no need for AI; they ARE the machines.
  
  When interacting with other species, Jellies prefer to operate complex, powerful mecha with an armoured, transparent dome that allows them to 'see' outside. Jellies have light-sensitive organs called ocelli, which are pigmented spots that react to photons. This allows them to depict emotions and communicate intent to other Jellies. But because not everyone communicates by flashing colours, they can implement audio systems and visual systems that translate for them outside of their machine vessels.
  
  Jelly personalities are surprisingly varied. While some do not appear to have any sort of discernible personality, most Jellies who have lived offworld for a long time tend to develop behaviours, preferences, and tendencies that mimic that of their immediate company. As such, Jellies are just as diverse in personality as humans, developing flairs for appearance, slang, and even other species.
  
  Jelly mecha are among the most sophisticated technologies in the galaxy, but suitable only for Jellies. Their mecha vehicles can transform between shapes, adapt to different environments, and can be built for certain purposes, such as flying or heavy lifting or cargo transport. 
  
  And no, no gender for the jellies. They reproduce via mitosis.
  
  Jelly society is enigmatic at best. Who knows how they get along.
  
  Jellies hail from the planet designated KP-843 in the Nova Plastid system. It's a largely liquid planet covered in dense fog and endless seas of liquid methane.
  
  Jellies are of course, delicate creatures that can only exist at optimal temperatures, pressure, and conditions. As such they cannot exit the protection of their mecha suits or they face all kinds of horrifying death, especially by drying out. As such they prefer submerged environments over atmospheric, where accidental ejection from their suits does not result in immediate implosion.
  
  Jellies often select names from wherever they happen to live. As such, they can be known as James Maria Wittington or K'fahn-ud-Mblaa'kaat, etc.
  
  Players choosing this race are automatically given Health Problems as a Weakness on top of what they've already chosen.
conversations.prefix: Species: Jelly Monster:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've got something to prove! Either you're the best at something, or you're out to discover yourself, either way you need to get out there and DO something! Anything! Yes, even -that- thing, because opportunity waits for no one.
conversations.prefix: Gotta Prove Yourself:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're lookin' for love! Or maybe you'll develop a fancy for someone in the crew...?
conversations.prefix: Romance:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've got a history, and you just wish it would go away. This means you'll do anything to dodge it, especially when you can see it coming up in the rearview mirror.
conversations.prefix: Running from the Past:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Canids are basically dog people. With paw-like hands, paws for feet (plantigrade), and tails (or no tail!), Canids come in all shapes, sizes, and breeds, with all of their breed personalities intact.
  
  Long ago, human really wanted to take the dog-human companionship to a whole new level, resulting in the development of humanoid dogs. A slew of attitude adjustment and politics later, Canids became their own race with their own rights and freedoms, and now live alongside humans not only as their companions, but as business partners, bosses, employees, coworkers, neighbours, and even adoptive parents. And sometimes mates, but we won't talk about that. Yet.
  
  Anyway, Canids can walk, talk, speak, and feel as humans do, and the only difference between the personalities is physical and behavioural. They wear clothes, hold down jobs, have dreams and aspirations, but Canids are still dogs. They maintain their keen sense of smell, their acute sense of hearing, and the powerful urge to chase anything that runs away. They bark, whine, howl, express themselves with canine body language, and maintain their preference for meat even though they're omnivores. And they've learned ages ago that sniffing butts in public is considered impolite.
  
  While Canids do not live as long as modern humans (maximum of 80 years), that's still pretty good.
conversations.prefix: Species: Canid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Kaions are a species of small, cat-like creatures with long ears, long tails, and short, stubby limbs tipped with fingerlike phalanges and curved claws. They move about on all fours but can use their forelegs like arms, allowing them to sit on their hindquarters. 
  
  They can be two to three feet long (to base of tail), with tails about half their body length. Their bodies are covered in short fur in a broad range of colours (typically 'natural' colours), and have a broad range of eye colours (full rainbow) as well. 
  
  They have no sense of smell but they can taste, and their hearing is hyper-acute, allowing them to hear heartbeats from across the room or to pick up signals in the midst of radio static/cosmic radio background. Their long ears double as antennas.
  
  Kaions are slightly telepathic in that they can communicate by relaying radio signals between each other or between species that can interpret radio signal. They cannot read minds, but can have a mild influence on emotions. They are also vocal, and can mimic a broad range of spoken languages. Being small however, they tend to sound like squeaky toys. Kaions can also purr, using radio waves to raise ambient temperature by one or two degrees.
  
  Kaions are social creatures, preferring their own kind or any other being that can 'hear' radiospeak. They also can affect electronics that can receive and translate radio waves, though their speech tends to be made up of frequency patterns rather than words.
  
  Kaions are hermaphrodites, allowing all members of the species to procreate. While not identified by gender, they will casually accept regular pronouns but never 'it'.
  
  Kaion names are often short and no longer than two syllables long: Tara, Riki, Mog, Fio, Myra, Teevee, Baan, Chen, Wing, Eri, etc.
  
  Located in the FN-49 system, the Kaion homeworld, Kaio, is a densely populated 'giant Earth' with a hot iron core. The size of the planet seems to propogate smaller sizes of species, so most things outside of their home turf just seem bigger than they are.
  
  Kaions can eat and drink almost anything, though they have a preference for soft minerals or meat. They are not easily poisoned. But like most organics, they have a low tolerance for exposure to ionizing radiation. Without a nose, Kaions merely absorb atmosphere through their skin.
  
  As a race, Kaions are extremely technologically advanced. There is very little they cannot replicate, manufacture, synthesize, or figure out. They can insinuate themselves into most cultures by making themselves useful, though they tend to form insular communities. Some consider Kaions to be greedy, while the Kaions consider themselves merely to be efficient.
  
  Players choosing this race are automatically give Size as a Weakness on top of what they've already chosen.
conversations.prefix: Species: Kaion:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Remmies or 'golems' are a silicon-based life form that are essentially sentient nervous systems that lash together pieces of silicone, rock, metal, or plastics to form bodies. As a result they can look like anything -- humans, Kaions, robots, insects, jelly monsters -- anything! 
  
  Remmies are also artists however, and can be somewhat vain about their appearance. This means that the form they choose will always look authentic in fine detail, with synchronized moveable parts and multiple points of articulation, allowing for seamless movement. While they can mimic the look and feel of organic life however, they cannot sustain organic systems -- for example, meat muscles need oxygenated bloodflow to live, and Remulons can't simulate that.
  
  As a result, Remmies have no real need for atmosphere to survive. They are sustained by kinetic movement, and as such they never sleep. However, should a Remulon be rendered immobile, they can be revived by an application of warm heat.
  
  Remulons are made up of multiple brains that assist in movement and reaction, much like invertebrates or gelatinous lifeforms on Earth. They are slow to grow, and as such tend to adopt only one form and slowly grow into it, adapating and repairing as time passes. Remulons do have a base form however, but few people know what it looks like.
  
  Like Kaions, Remmies can easily insinuate themselves into existing cultures. They learn and adapt quickly, and even adopt the mannerisms, languages, and behaviours of their environment, but because they are 'fakes', they tend to be shunned or feared by certain cultures that maintain a taboo against 'zombies'.
  
  Remulon bodies are merely a shell to encase their delicate, stringy insides, so they are unaffected by wounds or damages. They can slowly repair themselves with an application of heat and material, and will spend time in smoothing out cracks and wrinkles to ensure that they look as 'real' as possible. The only wounds that affect them are dismemberments that sever parts of their stringy nerves, or pressure-based damages that can squish their damp 'true' bodies. They are usually unaffected by ionizing radiation, but can be microwaved into exploding from the inside out, if the thermal changes can penetrate their shell. Their normal temperature tolerance however is quite high.
  
  Remulons are genderless and reproduce by budding or fragmentation. The reproduction process is extremely slow, however.
  
  Remmie names tend to be based on tactile sensations, such as 'Soft-As-Light' or 'Prickle' or 'Cold-Stone'.
  
  Players choosing this race are automatically given Species Enemy as a Weakness on top of what they've chosen.
conversations.prefix: Species: Remulon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Captain Torbie is a Remulan. At nine feet tall and built with human features, she is an imposing figure made of silicon and other homogeneous materials. As an experienced cargo ship operator, she'll take no guff from anyone, but she looks after her crew with fierce loyalty... so long as they're deserving.
conversations.prefix: Captain Torbie Kannon:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're the other person who hauls the cargo, straps it in, keeps track of it, and makes sure it gets to where it's going! Yay!
conversations.prefix: Courier 3:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Crap, better put your manners hat on and hope like hell the captain doesn't give you the dagger-eye for screwing up!
conversations.prefix: Diplomacy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A humanoid android unearthed from a trashed life support capsule lost in space.
conversations.prefix: Million:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There has been a hull breach near starboard engines. Patch up that hole quick!
conversations.prefix: Repair the hull breach!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Terol, guide the ship through the dangers of the debris field or we're all chaff!
conversations.prefix: Pilot the ship!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Anthropomorphic robots (AR) can do many things and don't have to breathe.   They look sort of life like, but no one would ever mistake them for a human.
conversations.prefix: Robot Mechanic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: My memory banks have almost limitless storage space
conversations.prefix: Eidetic Memory:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sarcasm, humor, love, drama; all these are totally lost on a robot of my caliber.
conversations.prefix: Does not understand Humans:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whether it was too much time spent looking at black or too little time interacting with other sentient beings...but  things aren't quite right upstairs.
conversations.prefix: Lunatic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You used to smash your toys just so see how they worked.  Now you intend to do that with the rest of the Universe.   It doesn't matter if experiments result in disaster so long as you learn something.
conversations.prefix: Knowledge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're constantly tripping over your many limbs.
conversations.prefix: Clumsy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The world started with a big bang an you plan to leave it the same way. People will remember what you did here today and, most importantly, they'll remember who your name.
conversations.prefix: Burn Brighter:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Someone's gotta fix what they keep breaking.
conversations.prefix: Grease Monkey:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are a kind person, who finds it easy to empathize.
  
  You are also known for your remarkable manners, when they're needed.
conversations.prefix: Kindness:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're terrified of bugs. All kinds of bugs. Eek! Run away!
conversations.prefix: Scared of bugs:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your the type that can go into the jungle and build a landing strip with nothing but your underpants and twine.  You can make high explosives with stuff you find in the mess hall.  You often think about growing a mullet.
conversations.prefix: Resourceful:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some might see trash, but you see fabulous.
conversations.prefix: Fashionista:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You tend to lose focus on anything that really doesn't interest you.  You can't keep on task even when the lives of yourself and the crew might hang in the... ... Squirrel!!
conversations.prefix: Distracted: