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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 9:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 10:07 pm
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xxxxx⊰ Something To Start With
What I was born with:: Henry Barhtowe Though I guess you hear this sometimes:: -none- Do I loom over you?:: 6'0' Forgot the scale!:: 128 Ilbs My structure tells you I'm:: Male Can't you tell?:: Human
xxxxx⊰ A Bit Deeper
I'm growing older by the second:: 21 Don't you love this day:: October 23 My Passion Burns:: Seme Yes, I love it!:: Energy Drinks, Sour Food, Strawberries, OVER TIME Eugh, how could you like this:: Coffee, Vanilla, Dogs, Seclusion
xxxxx⊰ You Must Know Me
Hey, don't judge:: Henry is a diligent worker, friendly, kind, and caring. Doesn't have much of a short fuse but he can get angry. No one knows:: Eversince Henry had been going to college life had been nothing but a living hell. He's been going through two part time jobs to be able to pay rent to a crappy apartment and to keep himself alive. Henry had been surviving on lunches from convenient stores. There are times where his parents and even his grandparents would send him food. Heck, just last Christmas his parents sent him groceries as a christmas present. He loved it more than anything else. Juggling school and work was difficult for Henry. It wasn't as easy as he thought. He even got in on a scholarship but it didnt really pay for all the tuition. Especially for a dorm. But he found a apartment for cheap. Sure it's .... eeeh, but better than nothing right? You think that since you're living in the year 2030 even crappy apartments would look somewhat decent. One night while taking a short cut home from work Henry tripped over someone's garbage. But as he looked closer it was actually and M.I.A. Oh man who would throw this away?! Henry took the chance to take the M.I.A. home to his apartment. What he didn't see coming was that it turned out to be a male prototype. What kind of hell is this for poor Henry!
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 10:22 pm
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xxxxx⊰ Something To Start With
What I was born with:: MAC. -Male Android Companion- #1, vo2. Though I guess you hear this sometimes:: Whatever his owner programs. Do I loom over you?:: At his manufactured height, 5'6" Forgot the scale!:: 115lbs My structure tells you I'm:: Male Can't you tell?:: Android
xxxxx⊰ A Bit Deeper
I'm growing older by the second:: Made Three Years Ago. Though, he's supposed to look 18. Don't you love this day:: January 15th My Passion Burns:: Uke Yes, I love it!:: The sky, Snow, Electronics, Trying new things, Eugh, how could you like this:: Sour tastes, Thunder, Horror movies, Being left alone for to long.
xxxxx⊰ You Must Know Me
Hey, don't judge:: Being a prototype means that MAC's personality is all out of whack. Sometimes he will be cheerful and helpful, then at other times he will be stubborn and un willed to do anything. Despite his cousins, version 1s, MAC does in face have his own personality traits that are not programmed in. In some ways, he appears more human then anything else. No one knows:: MAC #1 was the first of his kind, a prototype. His predecessor, the MAC v01 series, were used only for manual labor or petty requests. The v02 series, however, came with far superior capabilities, able to mount a PAD (Personality Adapter Device) which allows the MAC to behave as if it had a personality. The MAC v02 units are versatile, capable of freely changing their iris, hair, size and or any other bodily appearances and proportions in order to appeal to a wider age range of women. By his masters' demand, an optional transplant for much more "intimate" purposes can be installed onto their body. #1 could do all of these things but was deemed a failure because for some reason his body wouldn't accept the experimental personality software, which was proven to work with the rest of the prototypes. As such, he was throne away. What his developers didn't know was the #1 was secretly instilled with a second processor, hand made by the genius who created the first ever MAC unit. This second processor gives #1 the ability to think, dream and imagine like a human being but it remains dormant, an unreachable code segment which awaits the stimulus to give #1 the ability to become a person despite being a machine.
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 10:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 11:18 am
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M A C
☲ Oᴜᴛ ᴏғ Cσитяσℓє ☲ Okie Dokie.
The M.I.A slowly opened its chilled eyes and stayed quiet for a few seconds before making a sound like that of one rewinding a video tape. It was rebooting of course. Having been turned off for a long while took a toll on the machine and the system had to make sure that everything was still in order before it could properly run. After a few minutes of nosy clicks MAC's eyes blinked. Nothing around him looked familiar. From what was last recalled, he had been put in some sort of waste unit to be disposed of later on. This couldn't have been the correct place, it looked to nice. The bot sat up and had now noticed that a male human had been staring at him. Who was this man, maybe a trash collector to take him away. MAC tilted his head to the left slightly and left his face expressionless "What're you lookin at?" He asked, opening his eyes wider to stare right back. Unlike other M.I.A's this one happened to be installed with an attitude. Free will was also another special feature that this boy had been gifted with. Although, some thing didn't always work out perfectly, since he was indeed just a prototype. Removing his interest from the human to his hands, MAC clenched it into a fist in case he would have to use it. The boy may have looked adorable, but mechanical built muscles were nothing to laugh at. The other that still continued to stare at him was staring to make him frustrated. Who exactly was he and why had he turned him on? From the looks of it, the glasses and all, he sorta looked like the man that had created the M.I.A in the first place, but surely it couldn't have been him. Plus the place they were sitting in looked to dull to be a laboratory of some sort.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 12:35 pm
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M A C
☲ Oᴜᴛ ᴏғ Cσитяσℓє ☲
MAC only stared for a little while longer before a few things around the apartment caught his attention. It was small. Maybe big enough for two people to live in, but one person would be much more comfortable. Eventually he unclenched his fist, finding that there was nothing to be weary of. The voice of the other didn't sound intimidating at all so there was nothing to fear for now. The boy could never have been to sure, already he had been throne away and his trust of humans wasn't very reliable. "Henry Barhtowe. Affirmative." A small voice went off in MAC's head, confirming the name of the man in front of him. When asked for his name, the blonde only shook his head. MAC was what they called the prototype, but it wasn't his own. "They call me MAC." He replied, not specifically enjoying the name. It was true, he had been found in the trash. That was odd, he had been throne away over a week ago. Why had he been left? None the less he was here now and couldn't just get up and leave. Feeling himself calm down a bit, the male sat his hands in his lap, "I think I am okay." He assured Henry. Though he wasn't exactly sure himself. His head turned quickly in direction of the sound at the door, feeling an instinct to get up and answer it. MAC retreated from the feeling and stayed seated, not wanting to do something stupid. At the sight of a package being brought in, he got up on his feet and stood, finding that he was shorter then Henry. Was this a good or bad thing? He didn't know.
His arms hung loosely at his sides and he stood with good posture. "Aren't you going to open it..?" MAC wondered, mostly because of his curiosity.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 2:32 pm
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M A C
☲ Oᴜᴛ ᴏғ Cσитяσℓє ☲
The thought of now living where he stood was shocking to MAC. Not that he had ever had a home before, but this just didn't look like the place he had always seen in his mind before. Hell, what did he know anyways? He was just some robot put together to be company to lonely people, or at least he was meant to be that. Dreaming of where he would someday live was nonsense. Having any dreams at all in the first place was out of the question. While Henry was having a hard time opening the box, the blonde was just standing there thinking of how much easier it would have been if he had been told to do the job. MAC was made for more complicated tasks, he still could have helped though. Out of the box came a pretty white box all decorated nicely. There was nothing weird about the gift yet. As Henry opened it, the M.I.A tried to get a closer look, zooming in with his eyes with no need to get closer. "Macaroons, a cookie made from sugar and egg whites, with ground almonds or pieces of dried coconut folded in." The same voice sounded off in his head as he observed the treat.
Then the question arose, could he eat? MAC couldn't say that he knew. An intelligent robot should be able to do all of the things a human could do and more, why wouldn't he be able to eat. "Maybe." He shrugged his shoulders lightly and reached out a hand to grab one of the cookies. He looked over it carefully before taking a small bite out of it. Chewing slowly and then swallowing, no taste came to him. "Liar. It tastes like nothing." The boy pouted, slightly disappointed.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 2:54 pm
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