Post by xr21 on Mar 26, 2011 20:36:12 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"Cyber Paladin XR-21!"
"Primary purpose; the protection of sentient life forms!"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"... Name? ... My registry number is XR-21"
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"My neurocomputational matrix was installed approximately two years, three months and eight days ago. My databanks don't display an affiliation to any specific faction."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Relationships between mechanical beings and organics is considered unlawful, and can be dealt with by deactivation of the faulty machine. And in any case, I'm not inclined to begin relationships."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I am programmed to be proficient with ranged, melee and unarmed combat in all forms."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Talent and programming are not compatible terms."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Conventional height of exactly six feet."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"My internal systems are powered by an AM-109b model protonic reactor capable of rendering power for an estimated five thousand standard years, with computing provided by a Model 110-ZAD neurocomputational matrix. My internal framework is constructed of a titanium alloy designed for modular purposes. My frame is also equipped with hidden compartments for equipment. Is that sufficient?"
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"My face was designed after the human my neurocomputational matrix is programmed to mimic, connected to a human body frame. My chassis are modular in design with a monochrome color scheme. My body design is that of a thin human, and aside from the light armor on it I am virtually indistinguishable from a normal human."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"I'm told I look like Zero from Megaman Zero."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"I'm afraid I'm not programmed to appreciate flattery, but I thank you for your effort."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I cannot say I have any likes or dislikes, as I don't have proper emotions. I am programmed to detest crime, threats to civilians, and monsters, with no programmed likes. I assume my neurocomputational matrix will eventually develop likes of some kind."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I shouldn't think my status as an automaton is a secret, and I have no habits to speak of."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"My neurocomputational matrix is designed to be direct and to the point, with a serious nature and no programmed emotions. Presumably, I'm to develop those on my own."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"I am not obligated to answer your statement."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"My only wonder is how you discovered my recharge station."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I was constructed by the Gendo corporation for use in public and private sectors as an advanced security unit overseeing lesser automata. I am of the first line of combat-ready human robots. I was a custom order to a private citizen before my employment with the government paladin facility."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Dr. Henry Keyes is the designer of my model, and I am the only unit to be completely custom-made by him for a friend to whom I believe I was a gift. I was almost immediately re-registered with the Paladin Combat divisions of Ambross City. My neurocomputational matrix was designed in a different manner than other machines of my class, making me unique among them."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I can access no more of my databanks than I have told you due to a corruption in my Artificial Intelligence Matrix."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"It seems you have no further questions; I should return to my patrols."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. It's-a me, Batman!
age. 17
rp experience. Henshin A Go-Go, Baby!
rules. Being a robot, XR-21 could never learn Thundaga.
rp sample.ou could almost feel the creepiness seeping from the junk monolith that had sprung up in the center of town overnight. It wasn't just a heap; it looked like it had been arranged and placed there with a purpose... but just what that purpose was, it was impossible to tell. A figure in black stood atop a decomissioned car, another shade of gray displaced by the thin frame of the Reaper. A grin came to his face as he looked down at the crowd gathering, their outraged voices playing into his calculations just like the perfectly arranged junk heap. Wings concealed, black hand held out of sight, megaphone dangling from his wrist as he pushed the lip of his hat up.
"Heheh... look at all those miscalculated binomials," The young man said to himself, his grin fading. He growled, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. So zetta slow... How long does it take to figure out such an obvious riddle? Hmph... one of these monomeric hectopascals will notice me, and then the real fun begins. was his train of thought. Any second now, his quarry would come to investigate. In just about three point oh two five nine seconds. Just enough time for Sho Minamimoto's boots to impact on the ground in front of the junk monolith, sending a murmur through the gathering crowd.
"Hah... admiring my artwork, 000s? You all look so angry; could that anger be directed towards me?" Sho taunted, sending the crowd into something of an uproar, all of them yelling varied insults and demands to remove the junk pile... but he'd spotted his target. A woman with pink hair who definitely didn't fit in with these yoctagrams. Who better to taunt than one who would gain no notoriety for being beaten by the Reaper. Sho grinned, showing his slightly elongated canines and raising an eyebrow, as if questioning these imbeciles on their reaction...
