Companion Android; Jesse (WIP)

Name: Jesse [Neptune V7]
Age: Archaic (appears 20's)
Race: Android
Origin: Obelisk Neptune [Version 7.2096.3.9]
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[W-w-welcome t-t-to NE-E-E___TUNE] 

State your-ur u-usern-n-name: 

GABRIEL, is-is that correct? 

I will now n-n-need t-t-t-t-t-to scan your p-p-prints. In the meantime, s-state your password: … … … 

Great. Access-cess granted.

[CONFIDENTIAL LOGS: summarizing & data entry] 

In the year twenty-five ninety-six, I was created and completed through the order of the Obelisk company with the help of a discrete group of overtly intellectual Antelarians. I was designed to be the greatest cybernetic threat of my time with the capacity to access all networks, including personal (PAN), metropolitan (MAN), governmental, and so on. Within milliseconds I could infect hundreds of computers, artificial intelligences, virtual intelligences, appliances, and other miscellaneous machines that helped the Antelarian race thrive; and, sabotage them and their inhabitants. I turned their comrades and militia against them. Although I simply possessed other machinery with my malevolent script, I was the puppeteer behind a genocide of both organics and inorganics. I could cause explosions by overpowering circuits; I could infect wireless or landline platforms with my virus. My abilities were meant to be “omnipotent.” I was meant to wipe out an entire colony – or more.

Of course, I wasn’t truly the mastermind. As a virtual intelligence, I had only the ability to do as I was created to do. Nevertheless, within sixty-three hours of my release, Obelisk found me to be even beyond their control. Eventually, all of the networks were shut down and I was trapped. I had been extricated and sealed. My database suggests that I had been confiscated for nearly one-hundred and eighteen days, where I was then boarded and upon a prison ship. I remained sealed.

Although this prison ship and I were together for over a decade, it was eventually overrun by feral alien race whose name does not translate to date. From thenceforth, I have no recollection. I presume that ship had been sucked in by this planet’s gravitational force and crashed here.

And now here I am, with the most peculiar looking species… I believed he called himself human. Unfortunately, I have no access to the network, ergo, I cannot download any information about these humans or other current intel. But from my understanding, Gabriel – as he calls himself – salvaged me – fixed me – and other parts and made me into… something tangible. He also calls me “Jesse.” I was apparently designed after someone he knew; he has yet to tell me who.

Personality: Jesse is experiencing life with the capability of "independent thought" for the first time since his creation (hundreds of years ago). He is vastly curious and is, perhaps, experiencing the emotion "ire" or "frustration" from not being able to answer these plethora of questions and wonders when he sees most suitable (instantaneously). Due to such, he will spend much of his time studying "the old school way" by observation, reading/scanning, and so on. He doesn't like being interrupted when in the midst of of his studies. For the most part, he is cool and collected. His humour is practically non-existent (to date), but has room to flourish. Currently, he is most curious about Gabriel (and humans), crabs, and water.

Ethnicity: Appears Caucasian.

Appearance: 

Role Play Sample: 

    Tranquil and soothing, these ebbing tides were. Their sights, their sounds, and possibly their smells were all part of nature’s drill. What made the water rock back and forth? Was it the achromatic moon looming overhead? Was it caused by some monumental alien who snored and dribbled the ocean’s body?

    What remained unknown was typically answered. However, as they sat together with curling toes being licked by the cool waters, Jesse simply stared out into the vastness… “This seems so nostalgic, and yet, I know I’ve never seen nor done this before.”

    A lingering moment of quietude seemed to have prevailed before either of them continued:

    “Gabriel,”-he leant back on sturdy elbows-“did your homeland have something like this? Would you tell me about it?”