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[h1][color=FF4500]Seven[/color][/h1]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Powerbound Academy - Gymnasium.
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: No one in particular
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[i]File Created:[/i] [b] Light Smith[/b]
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[*]Location of Origin: [i]Unknown[/i]
[*]Meta-ability: [i]Toon? Requires further analysis...[/i]
[*]Threat Level: [i]High[/i]
[*]Status: [i]Erratic[/i][/list]

[i]File Created:[/i] [b]Seong Jin Park[/b]
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[*]Location of Origin: [i]Korea/Los Angles, California[/i]
[*]Meta-ability: [i]Reality Warping Illusion? Requires further analysis...[/i]
[*]Threat Level: [i]Moderate[/i]
[*]Status: [i]Potential Ally[/i][/list]

[i]File Created:[/i] [b]Naomi Sumiko Lim[/b]
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[*]Location of Origin:[i] Kallang, Singapore[/i]
[*]Meta-ability: [i]Matter Conversion[/i]
[*]Threat Level: [i]High[/i]
[*]Status: [i]Unknown[/i][/list]

[i]File Created:[/i] [b] Natalya Ruslana Ivanov[/b]
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[*]Location of Origin: [i]Moscow, Russia[/i]
[*]Meta-ability: [i]Cephalopod Physiology[/i]
[*]Threat Level: [i]Minimal[/i]
[*]Status: [i]Potential Ally[/i][/list]

[i]File Created:[/i] [b]Ezra Collins[/b]
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[*]Location of Origin: [i]Toronto, Canada[/i]
[*]Meta-ability: [i]Plasma Generation[/i]
[*]Threat Level: [i]Moderate[/i]
[*]Status: [i]Unknown...most likely still hungry.[/i][/list]

[i]File Created:[/i] [b]Lyrah Maddox[/b]
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[*]Location of Origin:[i]Valparaiso, Indiana[/i]
[*]Meta-ability:[i] Psychic Link Generation[/i]
[*]Threat Level:[i] Moderate to Organics, Minimal to Synthetics[/i]
[*]Status: [i]Unknown[/i][/list]

At the sight of the sobbing organic on the floor, Seven ceased his file generation. The synthetic was unsure of how it was supposed to respond in such a scenario. Physically, the organic appeared fine according to the unit's knowledge of human physiology. Yet it was emitting sounds related to high levels of distress. Perhaps the reaction was to the under-investigated stimulus of Lyrah Maddox's meta-ability? [i][color=FF4500]This[/color][/i], Seven decided, [color=FF4500][i]required further analysis...[/i][/color]

Seven turned to Natalya, currently the most stable and open of the organics that the synthetic had interacted with, and began the tell-tale [i][b]*whirrr*[/b][/i] of its vocal modulators before it was interrupted.

[color=CD5C5C]"I think the metal guy wants to go next!"[/color] came a voice from nearby the android. The robot stepped forward, rapidly scanning the room for the origin of the sound. It was confused as to the purpose of the statement, as Seven had no preference to the order in which it presented its ability. It wished to make itself clear, to address the speaker directly and inform them of its actually intent, to observe the metas and their interactions with each other so that it may better learn organic integration, but the room was now looking expectantly at Seven. Waiting for the synthetic to demonstrate an ability or a talent. The android saw a few of the staff members nearby motion him to continue with their hands, and Seven accepted the finality of its current situation.

Stepping forward towards the center ring, Seven stated the required preface to its demonstration.[color=FF4500]"Greetings. My designation is 'Soldier Seven,' but have been called 'Seven' or 'Sev' prior to this encounter. Either is an acceptable outcome. My place of manufacture was Moscow, Russia 1986. I have been operational for 3 months, 6 days, 22 minutes, and 7.5 seconds. Besides my synthetic exterior, and the benefits which come from that, I contain the unique ability to incorporate both software and hardware into my chassis."[/color] Seven's electronic voice tapered off for a moment. The android turned to Constance, engaging in direct conversation. [color=FF4500]"A mannequin and a piece of technology would aid with further demonstration, yes?"[/color]

Upon its request, a mannequin was placed next to the unit and an old, hand-held speaker given to it. Seven took a moment to look at the out-dated hardware, wondering where it was manufactured and if it was used well, before activating its assimilation protocols. Energy surged along Seven's circuit-paths, emitting an orange-yellow light as small nanites began to cannibalize the speaker. Unnecessary hardware, wires and casings, fell to the floor as Seven incorporated all that was required in order to replicate the speakers function. A moment later, and the process was complete. In the center of its palm lay the metal mesh of a speaker, as much a part of its being now as any other part of its body.

[color=FF4500]"Any requests before I move onto the next aspect of my demonstration?[/color] Seven inquired, hoping to prove educational to its new classmates.

[color=CD5C5C]"Freebird!"[/color] came the immediate response.

The synthetic accessed the cellphone unit it had acquired previous to today, and began streaming the requested song. Nanites shifted the speaker's mesh from its hand to its back, to allow for better sound quality before it moved onto the mannequin. It stepped about 15 meters away from its target before assuming a sprinter's position. As sound blared out of Seven's back, a meaningless series of beats and rhythms to it but entertaining to the rest of the class, the synthetic sprang into motion.

It covered 15 meters in about 1.5 seconds, exerting roughly 1 ton of force onto the mannequin's chest. Its hand pierced the soft center of the object with military precision, tearing straight through to the other side. As it decelerated to prevent collision with its classmates, Seven forced the mannequin down onto the ground with a heavy [i]*thud*[/i]. It tore its hand out of the humanoid shaped object, sending a few of its innards flying into the air. The song still played in the background, but its classmates had quieted down at the rapid evisceration of the mannequin. Seven was confused. Had it done something wrong?

[color=FF4500]"Apologies. Those are all of my current programmed capabilities. Thank you."[/color] Seven stated flatly, moving back to its previous place besides Natalya. Some of its new peers gave the synthetic a rather wide berth after seeing what it could do to a human shaped object.

Organics were so confusing to Seven. Integration was going to prove more of a challenge than initially calculated.