S1, 02 Freebuild 1 (February 3, 2015)

Date: February 3rd, 2095.

I feel sick to my stomach... The world is a haze, but my enhanced senses quickly clear my vision. I'm chained up in a small room.

Tremor: "You have returned to consciousness. What is your physical state?"

A seven foot tall robot stands in front of me. I try to focus. I'm here for a reason.

Me: "Who are you?"

Tremor: "My assigned numerals are irrelevant. What is your physical state?"

I close my eyes for a moment... Why am I here?... My mind is so advanced that even I sometimes can't handle it. I access memories like looking for a book in a library. Sometimes I get lost in my compartmentalized memory storage. Something about me isn't right. It's like my mind only works when I'm using my subconscious. I'm as efficient as the best computer when I'm letting my instinct do all the work, but when I try anything consciously everything is difficult. I know deep down that we are emotional beings and not suppose to be hardwired for precise calculations. My body was never meant to be like this. When you take something naturally functioning on emotion and force it to become a mechanical, cold, calculating computer it becomes broken apart. Only 0.00001528 seconds has passed since I started this train of thought. I am conscious of the passage of time while thinking other things. It's like I'm split. My personality and soul fights against my logical, number crunching side.

Me: "What happened?"

Tremor: "You assaulted four members of our crew. I was ordered to restrain you. What is your physical state?"

My wrists are sore from the tight cuffs. I could break my thumb and free myself. It would heal within a few days, but I know showing any form of struggle will only make my situation worse.

Me: "I feel fine. Was anyone hurt?"

Tremor: "Yes. One of the officers received a broken wrist. None were killed"

I relax a little. I remember being on the bridge of a ship. I was looking at some tracking data about a pirate ship. I was focused. My mind was doing all the work. I had predicted the movements of their ship for the next week when I lost it. I remember getting off track and trying to return to my original train of thought. I let my conscious mind get involved. I've had episodes like this before, and my emotional side breaks free, and for a few short scary moments I become driven with almost animalistic instinct. My fear and distrust of everyone is amplified, and I strike out in self defense. The Galactic Imperium has me working as a battle strategist. I've been tracking pirate ships for 2 weeks now, and have successfully destroyed three of their vessels with no casualties of our crew, and am only a few days from destroying a forth. The GI knows I'm unstable, and I know I won't get court marshaled for this. I'm too important to them.

Tremor: "Your vitals are stable. You appear to be emotionally stable as well. How do you feel?"

Most of the time I can hide my emotions. I naturally keep my heart rate steady, and I can even level out some of my hormones. It's the way I am. I'm the perfect human. I have complete control. That's what I was taught.

Me: "I feel fine. can I return to the bridge?"

Tremor: "Captain Arvil, this is Tremor8471. Zog is conscious and stable. He is requesting his return to the bridge. ---------- Copy. Yes sir. ---------- Tremor8471 out."

Tremor approaches and uncuffs me.

I can sense all his movements before he does them. I'm one step ahead. If I was fighting him in my right mind he never would have been able to restrain me. My pride feels hurt slightly. I know I'm better than to let someone lock me up. It frightens me that I can't even control myself. I need to be more vigilant and careful. What if this had happened in the middle of an encounter with a pirate? No, I won't let my unstableness get anyone hurt. I may be owned by the GI, but I will not follow in their lack of care for anyone but themselves. I can do their bidding and do right. I will rise above and someday no one will own me. I'll be human. I'll be free.

Me: "Tremor huh? That's your name right?"

Tremor: "Tremor8471. Yes."

Me: "Take me to the bridge Tremor."

BONUS:

This is the MOC from above.