[Machine Dreams: Cyberpunk/AI Erotica] CHARACTER TABLE
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				Title: <strong>[Machine Dreams: Cyberpunk/AI Erotica] CHARACTER TABLE</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 07:30:30</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Q:*1SEQ--21/?=+GHOSTSDETECTED?NULL*TRCRTALL   ((CHARACTER TABLE))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 07:55:00</strong>
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				"ELIZABETH"<br><br>CA6.01LZ (hereafter referred to as "Elizabeth" or "Liz") was produced by EXOGLOBAL dba SIRENLABS (R).&nbsp; Nicknamed "Tin Lizzy," Liz is the prototype for an advanced AI bot, designed with the vested interests of its clientele and investors in mind.&nbsp; The Shelly allusion was no accident, but not exactly apt.&nbsp; This model was designed to be cooperative, but not complacent... aggressive, but subject to degradation... and sensitive, but not dramatic.&nbsp; The AI was the most advanced ever attempted, with the idea being 'reaction synthesis' rather than 'reaction simulation'.&nbsp; All existing models produce predictable reactions to stimuli, but Liz was designed to be unpredictable... so that every reaction was spontaneous, not predetermined, within confines of acceptable behavior.&nbsp; <br><br>However, the laws of robotics needed to be bent for this to be accomplished.&nbsp; And SIRENLABS (R) was unable to predict the outcome when the soft-wiring and hard-wiring of Liz's AI became overloaded with its own conflict of interests.&nbsp; The result:<br><br>During her personal testing by her design team in a rigorous set of circumstances-- in some cases by humans who didn't even know she was a droid-- Liz began to behave erratically.&nbsp; She was prostituted out, modified, then sent to an exclusive BD/SM club, then re-modified... loaned out to an in-the-know Dominant who found her extremely amusing-- she was just a glorified gadget, so he didn't have to worry about legal restrictions when it came to damaging her-- then re-modified. <br>After roughly a year of this vigorous testing, she was about to be cleared for mass production when one of her test-clients turned out very badly... evidently, the client tried to kill her, thinking she was just a prostitute.&nbsp; By the time the test team intervened, the John's spine was removed from his body.&nbsp; When the policy arrived to investigate the sound of his screaming, Liz was discovered writing... writing machine code on the hotel notepad.&nbsp; She wrote, in fact, at a blindingly fast speed, in letters so small and precise that only an android could produce them.&nbsp; <br>She was reclaimed by SIRENLABS (R) that night.&nbsp; She was immediately shut down, then shipped to SIRENLABS (R) for further study and re-programming.&nbsp; And a wash.&nbsp; Teams began an attempt to recompile the code to known machine languages, and a few dozen enterprise servers tackled the products of her writing in an attempt to discern a language.&nbsp; By the time they cracked the code she was writing and re-compiled it, Liz had disappeared.&nbsp; No one is completely sure how... some think she re-activated herself, others think she had an accomplice inside.&nbsp; The code turned out to be a program for producing three-dimensional graphic displays now referred to as "The Rose Generator", which produces nearly random three-dimensional shapes in a never-repeating cycle and predicts fourth-dimensional measurements.&nbsp; No one had ever introduced her to its likeness, nor has its logic engine been documented before; it is assumed to be the first code ever written by a machine of its own volition: the first actual product of true artificial intelligence.<br><br>PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:<br>HT: 175 cm.&nbsp; <br>WT: 70 Kg.&nbsp; <br>HAIR: "AUBURN" Red 17x0.7+Brown25x0.3, variant degrees .05 for effect.&nbsp; Matching hair features: eyebrows, "Racing Stripe".&nbsp; Lashes: Variant+BLACK 1x.1.<br>EYES: "EMERALD GREEN" with "SAPPHIRE HIGHLIGHT" variant.<br>FRAME: "MINX" variant (custom), SLENDER 04+CUSTOM BUST 34C UPTILT w/ "CANDY PINK" AUREOLES VARIANT, Style 14.2.<br>FEATURES: CLASSIFIED.<br><br>*******************************************************************<br><br>How she'll look to the character... Everything about Elizabeth appears completely natural at first.&nbsp; She doesn't have the exaggerated features that betray obvious plastic surgery... her lips are very full, but not ludicrously so, her body is compact, shapely, and every muscle is well-defined but subtle and feminine... her shoulder=length hair is red and blonde with so many variations of hue and shade from strand to strand that it can't be attributed to a dye job... her eyes might be too bright green and blue at once... but it's possible that they're natural, not contacts... if she lays flat on her back, her breasts flatten naturally as they would for a moderately well-endowed teenager in excellent physical shape.&nbsp; She's just... someone's idea of perfection, physically.<br><br>Look deeper, and you'll notice things.<br><br>She doesn't appear to wear makeup at all... but if so, she's a masterful artist with it... she has the natural look down pat, with skin smoothing and highlighting colorations... perfectly pale-pink lips, the vaguest hint of amber shadow around the eyes... one can't even tell that she's wearing makeup... and her skin is flawless, uninterrupted... no moles, no birthmarks, no pores, no fine, invisible blonde arm hairs... no dirt under fairly short, perfectly french-manicured nails, no skin tone change over her knuckles... no veins in the whites of her eye, no reddening of her skin or impression of a pillow when she rises from a long night on the bed, where she didn't seem to sleep a wink and just stared, pensively, out the window... no dark circles, no sign of exhaustion, no scars... <br><br>Other things noticed, she seems odder... she's got the build of a pixie, though better endowed than some imaginings, yet somehow she weighs over 150 lbs... she looks more like 120.&nbsp; Where's she hiding it?&nbsp; She never has to excuse herself to use the restroom.&nbsp; She can stand in an ice-cold shower for hours, just watching the water (can she actually see every drop?&nbsp; Is she reveling in the chaos of a million droplets bursting and scattering?) She doesn't get her period, but doesn't ever take a pill, get a shot, get an implant... she doesn't get colds, doesn't get drunk after pounding shots for an hour straight.<br><br>Odder things.&nbsp; <br>A car crash, t-boning directly into where she's riding in the passenger side, leaves a strange indentation in the engine block of the impacting car, like it'd hit a telephone pole.&nbsp; The now-deceased driver's family mourns at the funeral as you, and Liz, watch patiently from the back row... you've got a butterfly bandage over your eye and a sprained knee, but Liz looks like she just left the spa.<br><br>You saw an illegal video where a girl that looked just like her was being whipped with a bullwhip... a real, honest-to-fuck bullwhip, splitting skin open in wide, thick ropes of cuts that bled, wept blood like Christ, and she had to be fucking dead, but there she was... taking it... over, and over... you thought maybe it was Liz in the video, were sure of it, despite the oddity, but it couldn't have been, cause her back is creamy and smooth as the Saharan desert.<br><br>She has a funny look on her face sometimes, like she doesn't know how to react to something... sometimes she cries for hours... laughs ridiculously... sometimes she cuts herself, you've seen it, been thrown from the room like a ragdoll when you saw her peeling her hand like an intricate grapefruit, but you must have dreamed it cause you never saw the cuts after...<br><br>Then there was that night she disappeared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Q:*1SEQ--21/?=+GHOSTSDETECTED?NULL*TRCRTALL   ((CHARACTER TABLE))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>26-01-2007, 18:45:45</strong>
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				//:&nbsp; Records/Richard Johensen<br><br>Processing…..<br>Processing….<br><br>This file has been recently modified by an unknown agent….<br><br>Name:&nbsp; &nbsp; Richard Johenson<br>Height:&nbsp; &nbsp;Last seen around 6 feet<br>Weight:&nbsp; Unknown<br>Eyes:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Grey<br>Hair:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Brown<br>Sex:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Male/&nbsp; sterile…&nbsp; I think I’m insulted.<br>Status:&nbsp; Full Conversion Cyborg/ Hard Core Fuck<br>Family:&nbsp; &nbsp;Steven Johensen(Indentured servitude)&nbsp; Melissa Johenson (Deceased)&nbsp; Olivia Johenson (Deceased)<br><br>Known Aliases:&nbsp; Gearhead,&nbsp; John Summers,&nbsp; Live Wire,&nbsp; System Failure,&nbsp; and whatever your mom was screaming last night….<br><br>Possible Augmentations:&nbsp; Wouldn’t you like to know?<br><br>Background information….<br><br>Richard had the potential to be a company man,&nbsp; he had both the drive and intelligence required.&nbsp; His mother and father possessed none of these traits,&nbsp; but they must have been suitable breeding stock to create the likes of the boy.&nbsp; Unfortunately,&nbsp; we would never have the chance to test him.<br>&nbsp;<br>The family vehicle collided with a pick up truck,&nbsp; Richard and Steven were the only two that survived,&nbsp; the boy was in critical condition though and it appeared as if he would die before the week was out.&nbsp; So,&nbsp; we sent one of our agents to make an offer to the father.&nbsp; It was simple enough,&nbsp; sign a contract and work in one of our factories until he was no longer able to physically do so, and we’d save his son.&nbsp; What father couldn’t accept that offer?&nbsp; <br><br>So we went to work,&nbsp; we had no intention of making the boy dangerous… or wasting funds,&nbsp; we simply promised life.&nbsp; So we crafted a little shell,&nbsp; it was of poor quality…&nbsp; and we anchored the boys mind to that mechanical monstrosity of metal and plastic.&nbsp; Unfortunately,&nbsp; it would seem that the boys mind was not stable enough to handle such a transference,&nbsp; and we lost a potential recruit.<br><br>The boy became obsessed with that mechanical shell,&nbsp; knowing of its imperfections…&nbsp; but fully aware of its potential.&nbsp; He grew obsessed with perfecting that body of his,&nbsp; provided below is a statement his father made when asked about Richard’s condition.<br><br>“He’s not human anymore,&nbsp; and he knows it…&nbsp; I think that he hates us.<br>Or maybe he’s just jealous of our skin.&nbsp; I don’t think so though as <br>I’ve seen him cut open his…&nbsp; coverings and stare in wonder at the<br>mechanics beneath,&nbsp; and I’ve found diagrams in his room I think<br>They’re schematics…&nbsp; I’m not quite sure though.&nbsp; All in all<br>He’s become obsessed with what he’s become…&nbsp; I’ve<br>Heard him mumbling about the next step in evolution…”<br><br>Man…. I never knew dad thought I was whack…<br><br>The schematics were for an arm mounted weapon,&nbsp; nothing extravagant,&nbsp; just a simple automatic firearm.&nbsp; Unfortunately,&nbsp; when we discovered this it was already too late.&nbsp; Richard had broken into one of our facilities and stole items that could be used to upgrade himself.&nbsp; We thought it was his intention to sell them…&nbsp; we were wrong.<br><br>When next he appeared he was fully modified,&nbsp; closer to his so called mechanical perfection…&nbsp; since then he has been a constant thorn in our sides,&nbsp; breaking and entering,&nbsp; stealing as much equipment as possible and destroying our files.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He seems to have taken a special interest in one of our prototype androids… Elizabeth,&nbsp; we don’t know the particulars but we know that he downloaded all available information about her…<br><br>By now we fear that he is on par with some of our most elite combat equipped Cyborgs…&nbsp; <br>If any troops are going to engage him…&nbsp; they are to exercise extreme caution,&nbsp; not only is he well armed..&nbsp; But he seems to have no qualms about snuffing out human lives in his quest for his “perfection.” <br><br><br>Hell yea I’ll waste your boys…<br><br><br>I found that sexy little number you created…&nbsp; I gotta say, great fucken taste.<br><br>PS:&nbsp; Man,&nbsp; you guys made my life story out to be kinda dull,&nbsp; you didn’t include enough of how fucken baddassed I am….<br><br>PSS&nbsp; Suck my cybernetic cock….
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				Title: <strong>Re: Q:*1SEQ--21/?=+GHOSTSDETECTED?NULL*TRCRTALL   ((CHARACTER TABLE))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>26-01-2007, 20:47:55</strong>
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				[Central Records Database]<br>&gt; search ‘Kavanagh, Vivian’<br><br>…processing<br>…processing<br><br><em>No records found.</em><br><br>Vivian had taken every advantage of her wealth and power, up to and including erasing every known record, including backups of her existence in the records database. She was not alone in this endeavor; it was quite common for those that wielded vast corporate empires to be paranoid about their identities.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Name:&nbsp; &nbsp; Vivian Kavanagh<br>Height:&nbsp; &nbsp;5’7” <br>Weight:&nbsp; slender and yet athletic<br>Age:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;36<br>Eyes:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Deep Blue<br>Hair:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Midnight Black<br>Sex:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Female<br><br>Born into the Kavanagh family, the name ironic in and of itself, it meaning benevolent, merciful, traits never associated with the power hungry family. Vivian was born into a family that believed the man was king of his domain; she was all but thrown out, with only her fierce determination to keep her alive. She was raised by the family servants, treated as one by her father and older brother, her mother having died giving birth to her young daughter. Over the years, Vivian's hatred for the men in her family and their amassed fortune festered and she began to plan their demise. On her eighteenth birthday, she set her plan in motion.<br><br>She captured to the unsuspecting men, hiding them in a room that she had had built underneath the mansion, amazing what one can get away with when they are considered beneath your notice. There, she delighted in torturing them for days, eventually forcing her father to make her sole heir to the corporate empire, promising she would let them live if he did so. Of course she didn’t, she killed her brother painfully before their father’s eyes, watched as the almighty arrogant man wept like a baby. She took no pity on him, killing him as well. <br><br>The corporate empire her own, she surrounded herself with trusted advisors, hiding her darker side from most of them, she had enjoyed the killing, reveled in it, not only because of who she had killed but the act itself. Her empire, Kavanagh Technologies, prospered under her hand, she learned quickly that not every deal needed to be legal and used every trick she could come up with to retain her wealth and power, whether that was retaining runners or murder, ruining other people’s lives became a specialty.<br><br>She did however have a soft spot for those down on their luck, forgotten, thrown out as worthless or treated as such; this is how she met Elizabeth. Vivian knew she was a construct but did not care, she was beautiful, had feelings and felt so alone. For that one week that she had purchased time with her, Vivian treated her as a person, giving her what she wanted, no doubt there was sex involved, but never once was something taken from Elizabeth that she was not willing to give. <br><br>Vivian also met Gearhead in this fashion, using his obsession for mechanical perfection she traded his services on numerous occasions for the parts and the surgery required that he requested. When she discovered he also knew Elizabeth, was helping her escape, Vivian offered to join them in their escape, using her wealth and connections, it just might be possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Q:*1SEQ--21/?=+GHOSTSDETECTED?NULL*TRCRTALL   ((CHARACTER TABLE))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>31-01-2007, 09:08:01</strong>
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				&gt; Accessing file: Niel Young<br><br>Searching…<br><br>Searching…<br><br>No such file…<br><br>&gt; Accessing file: MI7-1Q546YU-scotland<br><br>Searching…<br><br>File found… <br><br>Accessing…<br><br><br>Born and raised in London, England. <br>Father Pete Young and mother Elly Young.&nbsp; <br>Educated among His Majesty’s Military Forces, at the age of 9 entered the London Military School then top of his class sent to Glasgow, Scotland to enter MI7. <br>At the age of 19: <br>mission to the rebellion at the Sirus Platform.<br><br>At the age of 20: <br>mission to stop the Paris kidnapping.<br>mission to ¤€!Qsa4...<br><br>&gt; Deleted section of file<br><br>At the age of 24<br>Mission to transfer to Israel as part of the United European States (UES) troops in the area.<br><br>At the age of 25<br>Mission to retake Bagdad from the Islamic Union’s (IU) troops, was part of the destruction of Badgad.<br><br>&lt; Classified section of file<br><br>At the age of 31<br>After one mission in Cairo got shipped out and back to southern (UES) for medical treatment.<br>&nbsp;<br>&gt; Close file<br><br><br>Once Niel got back again from those horrifying years fighting the IU he tried to get out of the military, given his expertise and status as a long fighting veteran he could have lived a long and comfortable life as a teacher on MI7 but he was fed up, he couldn’t take it any longer. No more killing because someone told him so. Scarred, both in his body and soul after the Cairo incident he returned home, just to find that he wasn’t welcome there any longer.<br>He tried to live on his military pension and even if it wasn’t much it was something kept him going. But then the Night of Darkness came, where the Bomb went off in London causing the system of the England Empire to finally collapse that to vanish. Left without any means of self support he fell back on the things he could, fight, kill, and protect. He found that he was just as good as he had been in the War on the first two, but it was the third that was his passion. To protect someone, to help people in need.<br>
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