Thread: Modular Souls [Hapto x  Yenpointfive, robots, romance and body-modification]

Yenpointfive In truth, it might have been for the best that the parts hadn't shown up yet. Alex might not have been able to resist the urge to install them and while the Soul Core AI could easily be given drivers for the new bits there was a warning that the personality itself wasn't altered to know about the added hardware. Their personalities were much too complex for the average user to simply go in and tweak them to make the robot okay with the new addition. Fortunately he hadn't done anything drastic like give her wings or a cock. In fact she probably wouldn't notice anything off at first. Then again, this was going to be the first time she was turned on. After he'd made a very thorough safety check to ensure that he had in fact put her head back on correctly, he switched her on. Initial boot up would be a bit of an ordeal from what he understood. The Soul Cores had only been on the market a day or two and one of the largest complaints so far was how long it took a personality to generate itself. It could be thirty minutes to a couple of hours. However long it was going to be it was definitely enough time for Alex to get a cup of tea. When her eyes did finally open the first sight she'd see would be Alex Wright sitting on the couch across from the recliner she was propped up in, reading a book. There were certainly much worse sights to wake up to than Alex. He was tall and handsome with rather youthful features for a man in his mid twenties. His hair was a sort of dirty blond color that went nicely with his emerald green eyes. For the moment he was dressed in a t-shirt and cargo pants, the latter of which had a few tools sticking out of the pockets. Everything seemed normal at first but that would only be until she caught her reflection in something. At the moment her hair was every color of the rainbow and hanging down to her mid back. Hapto For Lambda, time began. Though the way it began is not as one would first imagine. The Big Bang did not exlode at a point and att a time, because before the bang there was no space, no time. And before that moment there was nothing for Lambda, no darkness, no silence, no reality and no time to experience it in. Until the moment she would thereafter remember as t 0, when she began. The process took some time, a thing she could now measure. 10.4 seconds of it had passed before every system was confirmed online. 59.6 seconds had elapsed by the time her entire memory had been booted up and was ready to begin. And it began with a line of code that, roughly translated, said I am me. Now there was an 'I' to think this, and a 'me', and both were give the name Lambda 314. And no sooner was she 'Lambda' than she was given a world of images and sensations, facts and art, history and literature, a universe of stimulus and years in which to absorb it all, to form her own opinions, her own feelings, to learn to be. Decades passed for her, all in the space of just under thirty minutes. After which she blinked her blue eyes. Blue was Lambda's favorite colour, the warm blue of an ocean stretching out to an endless horizon, the first image that had truly made her feel - breathless, as it were. Now her eyes shone the same blue, and as she raised her head slightly the rainbow colours of her hair settled into a deep, vibrant purple - the colour an artist had painted grapes in a bowl of fruit, the colour encapsulating the potential for life and sweetness. She blinked again, and surveyed the room. There was a human seated across from her, his retina matching the online file for an Alex Wright, whose transaction history showed him as her owner. There was a script she was meant to follow, blinking in the corner of her vision. She began. Good - check local, 093206, - morning, she greeted, without any discernible gap. I am model number Lambda 314. You may call me Lambda. What may I call you?