Post by katdragons on Jul 18, 2013 16:29:46 GMT -5
SEOK YU-MIN REQUESTED THAT I FILL OUT THESE FORMS FOR THE BOTH OF US, AS SHE IS DOING WHAT HUMANS CALL “TAKING A NAP.” I BELIEVE I HAVE ALL THE NECESSARY INFORMATION, THOUGH I DO NOT KNOW IF THIS “NAP” IS TO REPLENISH HER ENERGY, OR SIMPLY BECAUSE SHE DOES NOT ENJOY THIS SORT OF BOORISH ACTIVITY.
Full name: I AM THE RECORD KEEPER 2017 UNIT, AND I ACCOMPANY SEOK YU-MIN.
Nickname: YU-MIN HAS GIVEN ME A SUB-DESIGNATION, CENNETIG, AFTER THE TITLE OF MY DESIGNER. SHE ALSO INSISTS ON REFERRING TO ME BY A DERRIVATIVE OF THAT SUB DESIGNATION, “TEEG,” OCCASIONALLY.
DOB/Age: I ONLY HAVE DATA FOR SEVEN YEARS, THOUGH MY SERIAL STAMP DATES BACK APPROXIMATELY NINETY YEARS. YU-MIN HERSELF IS TWENTY THREE.
Gender: I DO NOT APPLY THE GENDER SPECTRUM TO MYSELF, THOUGH SEOK YU-MIN USES THE PRONOUN “SIM” AND “SE” WHEN SHE SPEAKS ABOUT ME IN THE THIRD PERSON, WHICH IS A PRONOUN TYPICALLY APPLIED TO COMPANION ANDROIDS. YU-MIN HERSELF IDENTIFIES AS FEMALE.
Oddity: THOUGH I DO NOT QUITE UNDERSTAND HOW THIS TERM APPLIES TO EITHER ME OR YU-MIN, SHE EXPLAINED IT TO ME BEFORE SETTING ME THIS TASK. I AM A SEMI-HUMANOID AUTOMOTON, COLLOQUIALLY CALLED A ROBOT. MY PROGRAMMING CONSIDERS ME AN INTELLIGENCE BUILT TO RECORD, CATEGORIZE, PROTECT, AND DISTRIBUTE DATA, THOUGH THE INTEGRAL AI PORTION OF MY SYSTEMS HAS SINCE GATHERED ENOUGH EXPERIENCE TO ALLOW ME TO DEVIATE FROM MY ASSIGNED ACTIVITES AND ACQUIRE A FORM OF SELF-AWARENESS.
YU-MIN HAS TOLD ME TO REFER TO HER AS A “CYBORG” ON THIS FORM, THOUGH WHERE WE COME FROM, IT IS CONSIDERED AN INSULT. YU-MIN WAS A VICTIM OF AN ACCIDENT ONLY SIX MONTHS PRIOR TO OUR FIRST ENCOUNTER. AS SUCH, BOTH OF HER FOREARMS AND ONE OF HER LEGS WERE AMPUTATED IN ORDER TO PREVENT FATAL GANGRENE. THEY WERE REPLACED, BUT SHE DOES STILL DRAW GLANCES.
Abilities: MY ABILITIES BEYOND THOSE OF A BASIC INTELLIGENCE INCLUDE MANIPULATION OF ELECTRONIC PROGRAMS WHEN IN DIRECT CONTACT WITH MY SURFACE DUE TO MY MAINTENANCE NANOBOTS THAT I HAVE REPURPOSED TO FOLLOW DIRECT ORDERS FROM MY AI.
ALTHOUGH YU-MIN DOES NOT HAVE ANY TRADITIONALLY SUPER HUMAN ABILITIES, SHE DOES HOLD THE CURRENT CHAMPIONSHIP THREE YEARS RUNNING IN HER HOMETOWN FOR THE KICKBOXING TOURNAMENT, AND HAS SUITABLE EXPERTISE IN KNIFE AND GUNWORK. SHE ALSO STUDIED ENGINEERING AND AUTOMOTON CONSTRUCTION WITH HER FATHER AS A CHILD AND YOUNG ADULT.
Appearance:
I HAVE AN EXAMPLE OF ONE OF THE DESIGN PHOTOS THAT MY CREATOR LEFT WITH ME.
YU-MIN DOES HAVE ALTERNATIVE OUTFITS TO THIS PHOTO, BUT THEY ALL RESEMBLE THIS ONE EXACTLY, SAVE THAT HER PANTS ARE DIFFERENT COLORS. I HAVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO DISCERN WHETHER OR NOT SHE OWNS ANY OTHER KINDS OF CLOTHES.
Attire: I AM ALSO UNABLE TO PROVIDE THIS INFORMATION.
Detailed personality: DUE TO THE FACT THAT MY PERSONALITY IS PROGRAMMED, MUCH OF IT IS BASED UPON OBSERVED REACTIONS THAT HUMANS DISPLAY AMONG EACH OTHER. I WILL, HOWEVER, NOT HESITATE TO USE FORCE IF YU-MIN IS THREATENED, AS SHE DOES NOT ONLY PERFORM MAINTENANCE FOR ME WEEKLY, SHE HAS THE HABIT OF GETTING INTO DANGER TOO OFTEN. SHE TENDS TO BRASH, THOUGHTLESS, AND UNAWARE OF MANY TYPICAL SOCIETAL BOUNDARIES. I HAVE NOTED THAT HER DEBATE SKILLS ARE MORE ARGUMENT AND PHYSICAL VIOLENCE SKILLS THAN ANYTHING PERTAINING TO ANY FORM OF INTELLECTUAL SPAR.
HOWEVER…FROM MY OBSERVATIONS I HAVE ALSO DEDUCED THAT SEOK YU-MIN CARES DEEPLY FOR WHOMEVER SHE BECOMES ATTACHED TO, INCLUDING THIS UN-…ME. DESPITE HER SOMEWHAT SKEWED CITY ACCENT, HER INTELLEGENCE STILL SHOCKS AND SURPRISES MANY OTHERS AT THEIR PRIMARY ENCOUNTER. HER AGGRESSIVE BLUNTNESS MAY TAKE INDIVIDUALS ABACK AT FIRST, BUT IT IS HER MOST INSPIRING ATTRIBUTE AND IT ALSO ALLOWS HER TO EXPRESS HERSELF MORE FREELY. SHE DOES NOT HIDE HER OPINIONS ON SOCIAL STIGMAS AND WHAT SHE REFERS TO AS “BAD OPINIONS” AND I…MANY PEOPLE ADMIRE HER FOR THAT.
Birthplace: YU-MIN WAS BORN IN NORTHERN IRELAND, THOUGH SHE DOES NOT RETAIN MUCH OF HER ACCENT SAVE FOR A SLIGHT TINGE. I WAS ASSEMBLED IN A FACTORY IN NEW YORK, THOUGH MY EARLIEST DATA LOGS OCCUR IN A CYBERNETIC CITY IN EGYPT.
History: YU-MIN ACTUALLY PREPARED A RECORDING FOR THIS SEGMENT, SO IF YOU’LL PARDON ME, I WILL TURN IT ON.
Since this’s ‘bout our history, I figure it’ll go faster if ya’ll just let me go, since I’m the one who actually knows it all. Pa met Ma when he was in this tiny lil’ town in Mexico on some engineering commission for a big company. She was the rich heiress to some big plantation house or something (never really knew much about her) and took a liking to Pa when he came out to do some maintenance on one of their house drones. They had themselves a good time for a while, but let me tell you, her pa got so steamed when he found out that Pa had been playing around and that she was going to have me.
So after about nine months, Pa took me and left to go to this tiny itty bitty village in northern Ireland somewhere, where he learned most a’ his trade even though he’s from Korea. I met Uncle Paul there, my Pa’s closest friend since he was a little one and later his husband, and lemme tell you, Paul almost knew more about machines than Pa did. So I grew up knowin’ lots about the world and neither of my parents ever worried about it. Fact, Paul an’ Pa were the first to push me to start getting my skills out there, start lookin’ for work when I was fifteen. An’ so I did.
When I first went to work, I was actually doing some exploratory work for some rich old guy who’d paid an arm and a leg for me to go figure out what was wrong with one of his ancient field drones, so I did. Went out to the field, opened up the back, climbed right in and started taking a look. Only thing is, the incompetent sack of sheep trite they had originally take a look at it didn’t put it back together right, so something in the engine came apart and the whole thing came tumbling down on top of me. Lost both arms and a leg.
I was…a mess for a while. Went back to keeping shop while Paul and Pa went out, selling parts out of the shop to housekeepers trying to fix dishwashers and stuff. I couldn’t get myself to be around bigger machines without gettin’ sick to my stomach. The rich guy who’d commissioned me paid for all the surgery and replacement of my limbs, but that didn’t really help the post-op recovery depression and awful PTSD of bein’ trapped under steel for six hours.
It eventually got so bad that Paul and Pa hauled me out on one of their scavengin’ jobs. They had to go strip some dead engineers house of all the useful stuff. Turned out he lived in a castle the size of Buckingham Palace cause it was in the family and he was broke as hell, so we went in and started just pullin’ stuff out, whatever was useful. I think Pa actually found one of those ancient hummer drones shaped like a bee that Scotland Yard used to use for surveillance. Anyway, I didn’t find a lot, except for one thing. It was this huge rusted out robot what was still connected to some decrepit analog charger. Couldn’t get the thing to turn on, so I figure I’d drag it home, pull out some of the more usable and valuable parts to sell for good coin. Had Paul and Pa do it though, cause there was no way I was goin’ to try move somethin’ that huge and that robotic.
So I get home and open up the chest to see if I can find any of the processors. Well, this thing is wired like I’ve never seen, and I can’t find any kind of programming center, so I ignore that and just start cleaning up the battery connections. They’re all torn up from age and paranannites, so I start reconnecting some, just to see how the whole configuration works. Suddenly this eleven foot mass of dusty rusted metal just shudders to life right there in the backyard, stands up to its full eleven feet, crushes Pa’s petunias, then asks me where it is. Well, I have no idea really how to react to this, so I freeze up as this robot introduces itself as the Record Keeper or whatever boring name its designer gave it.
You should have seen Paul’s face when I came into the kitchen leading this massive robot in like some kind of puppy. Whoever designed Teeg made sim work both quadruped and biped so you can imagine how hilarious it was, head hanging low, trotting through the back door. I’d already chewed sim out for scaring the life out of me.
So Teeg sort of just became part of the house. Se helped out a lot in the shop, did a lot of heavy lifting at home. Some of the people came out of town and would pay quid to have sim do menial labor and stuff like that. Se didn’t mind, but I though se had more brains than needed for jobs like that. And all the while, every time I did maintenance on sim, I could never find sis processing unit. Looked all over for it.
Pa was actually the one to figure out, that Teeg’s processing center was in a different location than sis physical body. Paul and he threw together some kinda device to track the signal comin’ from Teeg, and se and I just sort of…left. We’ve been on the road for a while now, tryin’ to find where they hid sis brain, takin’ up odd jobs here an’ there. Suppose the circus is jus’ one more odd job on the list. Guess it’s a bit odder than most, but whatever.
HER ACCOUNT ENDS HERE.
Occupation: YU-MIN HAS DECIDED WE ARE TO HAVE A STAGED FIGHT DURING EVERY PERFORMANCE. I AM TO PRETEND TO BE A FEROCIOUS OUT OF CONTROL MILITARY AUTOMOTON WITH WHOM SHE MUST BRAWL. I BELIEVE IT IS SCRIPTED THAT IN A SURPRISE TWIST, SHE MAKES FRIENDS WITH ME AND WE BOW OFF STAGE.
Relationship status/Orientation: I DO NOT BELIEVE YU-MIN CARES MUCH ABOUT THIS. AS I AM A ROBOT, NEITHER DO I.
Additional information: BEWARE OF LEAVING COMPUTING DEVICES OPEN AROUND YE-MIN. ALL FOUR OF HER CANINE TEETH FUNCTION AS REMOVABLE LED LIGHTS/HARD DRIVES AND SHE WILL ATTEMPT TO STEAL AND PROGRAMS SHE FINDS INTERESTING.
Played By: KatDragons
Full name: I AM THE RECORD KEEPER 2017 UNIT, AND I ACCOMPANY SEOK YU-MIN.
Nickname: YU-MIN HAS GIVEN ME A SUB-DESIGNATION, CENNETIG, AFTER THE TITLE OF MY DESIGNER. SHE ALSO INSISTS ON REFERRING TO ME BY A DERRIVATIVE OF THAT SUB DESIGNATION, “TEEG,” OCCASIONALLY.
DOB/Age: I ONLY HAVE DATA FOR SEVEN YEARS, THOUGH MY SERIAL STAMP DATES BACK APPROXIMATELY NINETY YEARS. YU-MIN HERSELF IS TWENTY THREE.
Gender: I DO NOT APPLY THE GENDER SPECTRUM TO MYSELF, THOUGH SEOK YU-MIN USES THE PRONOUN “SIM” AND “SE” WHEN SHE SPEAKS ABOUT ME IN THE THIRD PERSON, WHICH IS A PRONOUN TYPICALLY APPLIED TO COMPANION ANDROIDS. YU-MIN HERSELF IDENTIFIES AS FEMALE.
Oddity: THOUGH I DO NOT QUITE UNDERSTAND HOW THIS TERM APPLIES TO EITHER ME OR YU-MIN, SHE EXPLAINED IT TO ME BEFORE SETTING ME THIS TASK. I AM A SEMI-HUMANOID AUTOMOTON, COLLOQUIALLY CALLED A ROBOT. MY PROGRAMMING CONSIDERS ME AN INTELLIGENCE BUILT TO RECORD, CATEGORIZE, PROTECT, AND DISTRIBUTE DATA, THOUGH THE INTEGRAL AI PORTION OF MY SYSTEMS HAS SINCE GATHERED ENOUGH EXPERIENCE TO ALLOW ME TO DEVIATE FROM MY ASSIGNED ACTIVITES AND ACQUIRE A FORM OF SELF-AWARENESS.
YU-MIN HAS TOLD ME TO REFER TO HER AS A “CYBORG” ON THIS FORM, THOUGH WHERE WE COME FROM, IT IS CONSIDERED AN INSULT. YU-MIN WAS A VICTIM OF AN ACCIDENT ONLY SIX MONTHS PRIOR TO OUR FIRST ENCOUNTER. AS SUCH, BOTH OF HER FOREARMS AND ONE OF HER LEGS WERE AMPUTATED IN ORDER TO PREVENT FATAL GANGRENE. THEY WERE REPLACED, BUT SHE DOES STILL DRAW GLANCES.
Abilities: MY ABILITIES BEYOND THOSE OF A BASIC INTELLIGENCE INCLUDE MANIPULATION OF ELECTRONIC PROGRAMS WHEN IN DIRECT CONTACT WITH MY SURFACE DUE TO MY MAINTENANCE NANOBOTS THAT I HAVE REPURPOSED TO FOLLOW DIRECT ORDERS FROM MY AI.
ALTHOUGH YU-MIN DOES NOT HAVE ANY TRADITIONALLY SUPER HUMAN ABILITIES, SHE DOES HOLD THE CURRENT CHAMPIONSHIP THREE YEARS RUNNING IN HER HOMETOWN FOR THE KICKBOXING TOURNAMENT, AND HAS SUITABLE EXPERTISE IN KNIFE AND GUNWORK. SHE ALSO STUDIED ENGINEERING AND AUTOMOTON CONSTRUCTION WITH HER FATHER AS A CHILD AND YOUNG ADULT.
Appearance:
I HAVE AN EXAMPLE OF ONE OF THE DESIGN PHOTOS THAT MY CREATOR LEFT WITH ME.
YU-MIN DOES HAVE ALTERNATIVE OUTFITS TO THIS PHOTO, BUT THEY ALL RESEMBLE THIS ONE EXACTLY, SAVE THAT HER PANTS ARE DIFFERENT COLORS. I HAVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO DISCERN WHETHER OR NOT SHE OWNS ANY OTHER KINDS OF CLOTHES.
Attire: I AM ALSO UNABLE TO PROVIDE THIS INFORMATION.
Detailed personality: DUE TO THE FACT THAT MY PERSONALITY IS PROGRAMMED, MUCH OF IT IS BASED UPON OBSERVED REACTIONS THAT HUMANS DISPLAY AMONG EACH OTHER. I WILL, HOWEVER, NOT HESITATE TO USE FORCE IF YU-MIN IS THREATENED, AS SHE DOES NOT ONLY PERFORM MAINTENANCE FOR ME WEEKLY, SHE HAS THE HABIT OF GETTING INTO DANGER TOO OFTEN. SHE TENDS TO BRASH, THOUGHTLESS, AND UNAWARE OF MANY TYPICAL SOCIETAL BOUNDARIES. I HAVE NOTED THAT HER DEBATE SKILLS ARE MORE ARGUMENT AND PHYSICAL VIOLENCE SKILLS THAN ANYTHING PERTAINING TO ANY FORM OF INTELLECTUAL SPAR.
HOWEVER…FROM MY OBSERVATIONS I HAVE ALSO DEDUCED THAT SEOK YU-MIN CARES DEEPLY FOR WHOMEVER SHE BECOMES ATTACHED TO, INCLUDING THIS UN-…ME. DESPITE HER SOMEWHAT SKEWED CITY ACCENT, HER INTELLEGENCE STILL SHOCKS AND SURPRISES MANY OTHERS AT THEIR PRIMARY ENCOUNTER. HER AGGRESSIVE BLUNTNESS MAY TAKE INDIVIDUALS ABACK AT FIRST, BUT IT IS HER MOST INSPIRING ATTRIBUTE AND IT ALSO ALLOWS HER TO EXPRESS HERSELF MORE FREELY. SHE DOES NOT HIDE HER OPINIONS ON SOCIAL STIGMAS AND WHAT SHE REFERS TO AS “BAD OPINIONS” AND I…MANY PEOPLE ADMIRE HER FOR THAT.
Birthplace: YU-MIN WAS BORN IN NORTHERN IRELAND, THOUGH SHE DOES NOT RETAIN MUCH OF HER ACCENT SAVE FOR A SLIGHT TINGE. I WAS ASSEMBLED IN A FACTORY IN NEW YORK, THOUGH MY EARLIEST DATA LOGS OCCUR IN A CYBERNETIC CITY IN EGYPT.
History: YU-MIN ACTUALLY PREPARED A RECORDING FOR THIS SEGMENT, SO IF YOU’LL PARDON ME, I WILL TURN IT ON.
Since this’s ‘bout our history, I figure it’ll go faster if ya’ll just let me go, since I’m the one who actually knows it all. Pa met Ma when he was in this tiny lil’ town in Mexico on some engineering commission for a big company. She was the rich heiress to some big plantation house or something (never really knew much about her) and took a liking to Pa when he came out to do some maintenance on one of their house drones. They had themselves a good time for a while, but let me tell you, her pa got so steamed when he found out that Pa had been playing around and that she was going to have me.
So after about nine months, Pa took me and left to go to this tiny itty bitty village in northern Ireland somewhere, where he learned most a’ his trade even though he’s from Korea. I met Uncle Paul there, my Pa’s closest friend since he was a little one and later his husband, and lemme tell you, Paul almost knew more about machines than Pa did. So I grew up knowin’ lots about the world and neither of my parents ever worried about it. Fact, Paul an’ Pa were the first to push me to start getting my skills out there, start lookin’ for work when I was fifteen. An’ so I did.
When I first went to work, I was actually doing some exploratory work for some rich old guy who’d paid an arm and a leg for me to go figure out what was wrong with one of his ancient field drones, so I did. Went out to the field, opened up the back, climbed right in and started taking a look. Only thing is, the incompetent sack of sheep trite they had originally take a look at it didn’t put it back together right, so something in the engine came apart and the whole thing came tumbling down on top of me. Lost both arms and a leg.
I was…a mess for a while. Went back to keeping shop while Paul and Pa went out, selling parts out of the shop to housekeepers trying to fix dishwashers and stuff. I couldn’t get myself to be around bigger machines without gettin’ sick to my stomach. The rich guy who’d commissioned me paid for all the surgery and replacement of my limbs, but that didn’t really help the post-op recovery depression and awful PTSD of bein’ trapped under steel for six hours.
It eventually got so bad that Paul and Pa hauled me out on one of their scavengin’ jobs. They had to go strip some dead engineers house of all the useful stuff. Turned out he lived in a castle the size of Buckingham Palace cause it was in the family and he was broke as hell, so we went in and started just pullin’ stuff out, whatever was useful. I think Pa actually found one of those ancient hummer drones shaped like a bee that Scotland Yard used to use for surveillance. Anyway, I didn’t find a lot, except for one thing. It was this huge rusted out robot what was still connected to some decrepit analog charger. Couldn’t get the thing to turn on, so I figure I’d drag it home, pull out some of the more usable and valuable parts to sell for good coin. Had Paul and Pa do it though, cause there was no way I was goin’ to try move somethin’ that huge and that robotic.
So I get home and open up the chest to see if I can find any of the processors. Well, this thing is wired like I’ve never seen, and I can’t find any kind of programming center, so I ignore that and just start cleaning up the battery connections. They’re all torn up from age and paranannites, so I start reconnecting some, just to see how the whole configuration works. Suddenly this eleven foot mass of dusty rusted metal just shudders to life right there in the backyard, stands up to its full eleven feet, crushes Pa’s petunias, then asks me where it is. Well, I have no idea really how to react to this, so I freeze up as this robot introduces itself as the Record Keeper or whatever boring name its designer gave it.
You should have seen Paul’s face when I came into the kitchen leading this massive robot in like some kind of puppy. Whoever designed Teeg made sim work both quadruped and biped so you can imagine how hilarious it was, head hanging low, trotting through the back door. I’d already chewed sim out for scaring the life out of me.
So Teeg sort of just became part of the house. Se helped out a lot in the shop, did a lot of heavy lifting at home. Some of the people came out of town and would pay quid to have sim do menial labor and stuff like that. Se didn’t mind, but I though se had more brains than needed for jobs like that. And all the while, every time I did maintenance on sim, I could never find sis processing unit. Looked all over for it.
Pa was actually the one to figure out, that Teeg’s processing center was in a different location than sis physical body. Paul and he threw together some kinda device to track the signal comin’ from Teeg, and se and I just sort of…left. We’ve been on the road for a while now, tryin’ to find where they hid sis brain, takin’ up odd jobs here an’ there. Suppose the circus is jus’ one more odd job on the list. Guess it’s a bit odder than most, but whatever.
HER ACCOUNT ENDS HERE.
Occupation: YU-MIN HAS DECIDED WE ARE TO HAVE A STAGED FIGHT DURING EVERY PERFORMANCE. I AM TO PRETEND TO BE A FEROCIOUS OUT OF CONTROL MILITARY AUTOMOTON WITH WHOM SHE MUST BRAWL. I BELIEVE IT IS SCRIPTED THAT IN A SURPRISE TWIST, SHE MAKES FRIENDS WITH ME AND WE BOW OFF STAGE.
Relationship status/Orientation: I DO NOT BELIEVE YU-MIN CARES MUCH ABOUT THIS. AS I AM A ROBOT, NEITHER DO I.
Additional information: BEWARE OF LEAVING COMPUTING DEVICES OPEN AROUND YE-MIN. ALL FOUR OF HER CANINE TEETH FUNCTION AS REMOVABLE LED LIGHTS/HARD DRIVES AND SHE WILL ATTEMPT TO STEAL AND PROGRAMS SHE FINDS INTERESTING.
Played By: KatDragons
