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Any old school aol role players ?

@zelxel Before my time.

I was just trapping cats and turning them into cheese.

C O N C E P T S ᵇʸ ᴱˣᴵᵗ

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_ female · nineteen · upper ring _______________________________________________________ Stance on Benders. Through her studies, she understands who they were, what they did and why they are no more. While the life of a bender was once something she marveled, she grew to learn that their very presence induced change in everything and everyone. Although that change would often times be for the better, if the record for the last handful of Avatars was any indication, their causality was simply the breeding of more conflict. Vyska firmly believes that Benders were a lesson to be learned and that the world can learn no more from them. Their greatest achievement was connecting the physical world with that of the spiritual and allowing them access to a near limitless supply of energy. Beyond that, Spirits and Benders have no place in the new world. History. Born into a family of both wealth and power, Vyska resides comfortably inside the walls of the upper ring. However, while the life of luxury was always within arms reach, her father made sure to impress upon her the importance of hard work, study, manners and the weight that was her family name and that of the name she was given: Moon, after the mother who's life ended when her's began. And a second name with roots in what seemed like ancient history. At a young age, she was given to the throws of education. Private schooling. Lessons in dance and song and the playing of a number of musical instruments. She studied some limited forms of self defense and learned early on her way around a handgun. By the age of 14, her father had begun introducing her to the family business and by 18, had become quite the expert in all things SynEn. She was after all in line to inherit the 'throne' once her father retired. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ M I S C E L L A N E S O U S R E L A T I O N S H I P S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ SynEn. Owned and operated by the Moon family. This energy corporation gained momentum after the passing of Varrick with a strategic marriage of his daughter to a Moon lineage son. SynEn, formerly a power company supplying electricity by way of lightning bending, needed to make a drastic change in operations when Bending was made illegal and punishable by death. After expunging their employees they shifted their remaining resources into helping develop the late Varrick's designs on harnessing spirit energy as a new form of power. In time, SynEn would continue to grow, absorbing the energy research and development department and become the sole provider of power across all of the Republic. Varrick Global Industries would refocus their efforts on military and civilian design. SP-311. Handgun designed by Varrick's Global. Productions is too expensive to be standard issue but it is sold as a personal firearm. Given the partnership between themselves and SynEn, this one was a gift. It fires bolts of condensed synergy and the battery holds twelve charges. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ___________________ ___________________ Mynwa_Moon______________________ Father of Vyska. CEO of SynEn. Mynwa is detail oriented, driven to no end, intelligent and very efficient in everything he does. Despite a heavy focus on his work, he's found a precarious balance between his career and that of him being a father. He loves his child and has done what he can to raise her as best as he could. He expects her to take over the company once he retires. Being the sole provider of energy in the Republic, he has strong pull in government and is often seen in such circles. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ___________________ ___________________ Jack_______________________ Said to be a former hitman for a powerful gang, Jack is Vyska's personal bodyguard and is seen in her shadow at all times of the day. He takes to his work seriously and does his job well. He has, on a number of occasions thwarted wayward attempts of harm on her person and in this way, has garnered trust from the Moon family. He will at times, and given he is in a good mood, offer advice or even engage in some casual banter.

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Lorelei
PDC HQ

O F F I C E of the C H I E F   of   P O L I C E

Image is a reference only. The office is carpeted and warmly lit with a single desk situated at the center and at the far end of the room. There are a number of monitors suspended against the windows at the back, these windows providing a panoramic view of the Oakland Skyline as a backdrop.

"Kefira." The chief replied, throwing the name out into the space between them without checking to see if it would stick. She hadn't looked up when Kefira entered the room. She wasn't sitting either. She was standing, bent slightly at the waist and leaning forward over her desk with both hands pressed into the wood. Her face was illuminated by the images displayed on the monitor she was staring intently at, her eyes trying to decipher meaning in something she wasn't even entirely sure had any. "Punctual..." She stood. "...As usual." The billowing blonde mane of the woman in front of her was confirmation enough that she had indeed greeted the intended recipient. "Secure office."

What was once a panoramic view of the Greater Oakland skyline behind her, with glass panes for walls in a 180° semicircle, became an obscure backdrop as the windows tinted. The blue, still early morning sky and lazy orange sun disappeared, replaced by muted colors of a dark, almost pitch black color and the warm glow of the light fixtures in the office. Behind Kefira, there were a series of audible clicks as bolts were pushed into place inside the frame of the door she'd just entered. With soundproofing, reinforced palladium 'steel' glass windows, and a hybrid titanium alloy structure meant to withstand impact from a freighter class transporter, the two were safe from a full assault on the precinct for at least... two weeks. Give or take.

"I'll make this brief and to the point." As she began, she moved slowly around to the front of the desk. "Big news lately is the string of now related murders across the state, as you already know. Originally responsibility fell to the local authorities but with the case now gaining National attention and the scenes of the murders moving erratically across multiple jurisdictions, It's fallen to us." She propped herself up on the edge of the desk, half sitting and half standing now in front of the officer. "Your record with us has been remarkable. The natural talent you've shown in a line of work that's inherently as dangerous as it is... it takes a lot to do what you do." For a moment, her eyes seemed to wander to some far off place as if to peer into some forgotten memory. The drift however ended as soon as it began when a blink immediately brought her back. "It takes a lot of skill. Most of it innate. And instead of wasting it's value trying to sniff out the head of some drug ring running the underground of this overly crowded city, I need you for this."

Lorelei, pinched the top edge of the monitor sitting next to her on the desk and pointed toward the tinted glass behind her. Four adjacent panes blinked to life, their once transparent surface now displaying surveillance footage of an alleyway. In that alleyway were two figures with features too soft around the edges to make out. However, one was clearly dead and lay bleeding on the ground while the other simply stared at the wall for a time before running out of frame.

"Earlier today. Old Oakland so close by. Footage pulled from the building's feed itself and made public on forums. They're some people out there trying to do their own detective work but I figured they could use some real help." Her eyes moved from the looping footage to Kefira. "For reasons I cannot disclose, I can't make it official, not yet. It's the same reason I can't tell you why the change in assignment is so sudden... and why you'll be partnered with an AIDA."

She let the silence that followed encompass them both.

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	female · nineteen
	Stance on Benders. Through her studies, she understands who they were, what they did and why they are no more. While the life of a bender was once something she marveled, she grew to learn that their very presence induced change in everything and everyone. Although that change would often times be for the better, if the record for the last handful of Avatars was any indication, their causality was simply the breeding of more conflict. ______________________________________________________________________________ Vyska firmly believes that Benders were a lesson to be learned and that the world can learn no more from them. Their greatest achievement was connecting the physical world with that of the spiritual and allowing them access to a near limitless supply of energy. Beyond that, Spirits and Benders have no place in the new world. History. Born into a family of both wealth and power, Vyska resides comfortably inside the walls of the upper ring. However, while the life of luxury was always within arms reach, her father made sure to impress upon her the importance of hard work, study, manners and the weight that was her family name and that of the name she was given: Moon, after the mother who's life ended when her's began. And a second name with roots in what seemed like ancient history. At a young age, she was given to the throws of education. Private schooling. Lessons in dance and song and the playing of a number of musical instruments. She studied some limited forms of self defense and learned early on her way around a handgun. By the age of 14, her father had begun introducing her to the family business and by 18, had become quite the expert in all things SynEn. She was after all in line to inherit the 'throne' once her father retired.
M I S C E L L A N E O U S	R E L A T I O N S H I P S
SynEn. Owned and operated by the Moon family. This energy corporation gained momentum after the passing of Varrick with a strategic marriage of his daughter to a Moon lineage son. SynEn, formerly a power company supplying electricity by way of lightning bending, needed to make a drastic change in operations when Bending was made illegal and punishable by death. After expunging their employees they shifted their remaining resources into helping develop the late Varrick's designs on harnessing spirit energy as a new form of power. In time, SynEn would continue to grow, absorbing the energy research and development department and become the sole provider of power across all of the Republic. Varrick Global Industries would refocus their efforts on military and civilian design. SP-311. Handgun designed by Varrick's Global. Productions is too expensive to be standard issue but it is sold as a personal firearm. Given the partnership between themselves and SynEn, this one was a gift. It fires bolts of condensed synergy and the battery holds twelve charges.	▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ _______________ _______________ _______________ Mynwa Moon Father of Vyska. CEO of SynEn. Mynwa is detail oriented, driven to no end, intelligent and very efficient in everything he does. Despite a heavy focus on his work, he's found a precarious balance between his career and that of him being a father. He loves his child and has done what he can to raise her as best as he could. He expects her to take over the company once he retires. Being the sole provider of energy in the Republic, he has strong pull in government and is often seen in such circles. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ _______________ _______________ _______________ Jack Said to be a former hitman for a powerful gang, Jack is Vyska's personal bodyguard and is seen in her shadow at all times of the day. He takes to his work seriously and does his job well. He has, on a number of occasions thwarted wayward attempts of harm on her person and in this way, has garnered trust from the Moon family. He will at times, and given he is in a good mood, offer advice or even engage in some casual banter. _

CS by Exit. Created for The Last Avatar

C O N C E P T S ᵇʸ ᴱˣᴵᵗ

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	female · nineteen
____________________________	stance on benders. Through her studies, she understands who they were, what they did and why they are no more. While the life of a bender was once something she marveled, she grew to learn that their very presence induced change in everything and everyone. Although that change would often times be for the better, if the record for the last handful of Avatars was any indication, their causality was simply the breeding of more conflict. _________________________________________________________ Vyska firmly believes that Benders were a lesson to be learned and that the world can learn no more from them. Their greatest achievement was connecting the physical world with that of the spiritual and allowing them access to a near limitless supply of energy. Beyond that, Spirits and Benders have no place in the new world. history. Born into a family of both wealth and power, Vyska resides comfortably inside the walls of the upper ring. However, while the life of luxury was always within arms reach, her father made sure to impress upon her the importance of hard work, study, manners and the weight that was her family name and that of the name she was given: Moon, after the mother who's life ended when her's began. And a second name with roots in what seemed like ancient history. At a young age, she was given to the throws of education. Private schooling. Lessons in dance and song and the playing of a number of musical instruments. She studied some limited forms of self defense and learned early on her way around a handgun. By the age of 14, her father had begun introducing her to the family business and by 18, had become quite the expert in all things SynEn. She was after all in line to inherit the 'throne' once her father retired.
M I S C E L L A N E O U S	R E L A T I O N S H I P S
synen. Owned and operated by the Moon family. This energy corporation gained momentum after the passing of Varrick with a strategic marriage of his daughter to a Moon lineage son. SynEn, formerly a power company supplying electricity by way of lightning bending, needed to make a drastic change in operations when Bending was made illegal and punishable by death. After expunging their employees they shifted their remaining resources into helping develop the late Varrick's designs on harnessing spirit energy as a new form of power. In time, SynEn would continue to grow, absorbing the energy research and development department and become the sole provider of power across all of the Republic. Varrick Global Industries would refocus their efforts on military and civilian design.	_______________ Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat _______________ Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat

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CS by Exit. Created for The Last Avatar

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AD-4.M
PDC HQ

"You can have a seat there."

Adam moved to in front of a simple chair and sat down, placing both hands and arms on the table in front of him and trying hard to ignore the sting of teeth that was his skin against cold metal. Even harder to ignore were the stark white walls surrounding. The room, the air and even the man addressing him now all felt very... sterile. It made him uncomfortable.

"How are you feeling today, A D dash four dot M?"

"Uncomfortable."

The man himself seemed rather plain or at the very least like every other hand on this level. Dipped completely in a white garb that also covered his face, save for the two holes in the hood where his eyes would be, there were no features Adam could describe. The man moved with deliberate although at times slow direction. He never stared at Adam but instead at the data streams crawling across a number of transparent panels. His hands remained where they were since he'd arrived, his fingers pushing and pulling on knobs and buttons and hitting the keys on a keyboard in front of him.

"Uncomfortable?" He asked, pausing momentarily as he looked for and pressed a particular button. On the wall behind him, a panel slowly opened up and what looked like the lens of a camera slide away from the wall and about a foot into the room. "Care to explain?" The lens produced a pinpoint green light that was centered on Adam's forehead and as it waited for him to respond, it made a series of barely audible 'clicks'.

"Well.. for one... I'm naked."

"Right. Sorry but, it was suggested, actually. As you're well aware, the neuro-link is more than enough to establish and maintain a connection for any reason but for the sake of personalization, 'full transparency is best'." He tapped a second key eliciting another series of clicks from the camera. The data on the panel seemed to change.

"Can't get anymore transparent than naked when you're clean. Her on the other hand, she's practically invisible and after years waiting specifically for this, I still haven't learned much of anything about who I've been paired with. When do I get the honor of a meet?"

The man turned to one of the monitors and noted the time. "It's still early. She should be with the Chief as we speak..."

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_ _	name. AD-4.M age (artificial). 25 age (actual). 12 designated. A.I.D.A badge number. A-06151125
augmentation. Clean as are all AIDA v4 and previously, v3. AD-4.M is not enhanced by any augmentations. His body was engineered and grown to be more durable and physically stronger than their human counterparts. Their brains work not unlike a computer, processing commands at speeds beyond the capabilities of a human and like the AI's before him, he is able to compute possible outcomes and solutions for any given scenario... if called upon to do so. When taking actions at extreme levels of physicality, he will tire as any human and will regain that energy just as fast, if not faster. personality. Glass half full. It's hard to tell if it's programmed or if those emotions are genuine but it works well when in tandem with a second person. He will often try to balance the bleakness of any situation with some lighthearted humor... within reason. He too understands boundaries and the serious nature that is his work and so remains appropriate. The seven years he's spent since his graduation learning the nuance of language, both spoken and unspoken, has ensured that. _________________________________________________________________________________ AD-4.M is naturally obedient, as are all AIDAs from his line. He will take to tasks without hesitation to the point of disregarding his own safety if needed, just so long as he understands that his actions will result in completion and no other, more reasonable, efficient or safe options are available that will accomplish the same. history. Production began in the year 2093, two years before the incident on Mars. He is one of ten manufactured as the first batch of AIDA v4's. Although much of the development and manufacturing of an AIDA remains classified, it is shared knowledge to select consumers that the first five years of growth are spent at a facility where their growth is accelerated and a culmination of the world's shared knowledge is injected by force into the brain. A further two years are spent later in the AIDAs life cycle developing it's specified physicality, perfecting their individuality and touching up on nuances desired by the clientele. After his graduation, AD-4.M's spent a year off world on mars working private security, his time spent doubling as both a preliminary test of his abilities and assessment for further updates and upgrades. After he'd successfully completed a number of jobs without incident, he was cleared and put up for sale, his acquisition the point of interest for a number of large companies. It was the Chief of Police however who'd manage to purchase AD-4.M, a move made possible by her specific reasoning as to why she should be handed the AIDA. At least in her words, it was a PR move.

CS by Exit. Created for The River

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G R E A T E R O A K L A N D  
G R E A T E R O A K L A N D

Greater Oakland became the prosperous center of business during the late 21st century when much of San Francisco was lost to the collapsing seabed. With businesses making the move across the bay and much of the population following suit, economics of the area exploded. In addition, with the harbor already the bay's most widely used port, it was simply expanded upon until it became the busiest in all of the US. Crime in the major city is relatively low with regular patrols keeping a watchful eye on the day to day of every citizen. Outside however, most noticeably in the surrounding Old Oakland area, crimes rates rise and continue to do so practically unhindered.

P O L I C E D E P A R T M E N T   of   C A L I F O R N I A  
P O L I C E D E P A R T M E N T   of   C A L I F O R N I A

Located just inside Greater Oakland. This towering structure comprises the headquarters of the Policing Department with jurisdiction of all of California. The design itself is rather straightforward. Black rectangular shape that juts into the sky and breaks the horizon from all angles. The base stretches for a total of ten city blocks, or around 50,000 square feet making it near the largest building in the city. At a little over 300 stories, the structure is without a doubt the tallest. Taking precedence over local law enforcement, the PDC and all state departments like it patrol the entirety of that state. A specialized unit meant to investigate crimes of a higher profile while law enforcement established in specific cities take on the smaller posts. This distinct separation was a necessity put into place after the population of Earth began to skyrocket. Crime reached an unprecedented height and a drastic change to the judicial system had to be made. N O T A B L E L O C A T I O N S Check-In. Besides being a second home for the men and women who have sworn protection over the state, and to those who wish to disrupt it, the PDC Headquarters also doubles as a hub for information exchange. This information usually arrives by way of traffic through the levels designated "Check-in". State law requires all private vessels entering and exiting the state to a mandatory screening. Although this can be completed at any of the various PDC Hubs across California, time for processing is quickest at HQ. Holding. Below ground level. The further one descends, the more dangerous the criminals being held there are. The nature of prison's design makes escape virtually impossible, not to mention it's situated directly below PDC HQ. The first few floors are for temporary holds lasting a handful of days at most. Everything after is more prolonged approaching permanence. Office of the Chief Of Police. Near the top floor. Overlooks an expanse of the Greater Oakland area.

P E O P L E

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C H I E F of P O L I C E L O R E L E I Usually only available via appointment, her job tending to keep her busy enough where a visit by walk-in is near impossible. If summoned, it's usually a good idea to find out why you were called. Although the youngest to make Chief of Police, Lorelei is no less fierce than her predecessors, if not more so. She takes her job seriously and expects the people under her command to do the same. With a strong moral compass and a strong sense for who she is and what she believes, Lorelei is ever pushing the boundaries of the grey world around her into the white... or at least trying to. Previous experience includes military time served during the uprisings on Mars and the third Cold War before that. A decade in between service as a service woman to the state, and honorary marks throughout her itinerary at school. Documented. Augmented right arm.

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_{A roleplay inspired by Blade Runner}
^{feat. Exit x BrokenPromise}

T H E S T O R Y

2075. The population of Earth has ballooned beyond the point of sustainability. The world slowly suffocates itself on limited resources while nations wage war over scraps. ________________________________________________________________________________________ 2076. A motion is made to colonize Mars. Extensive studies and expeditions, advances in technology and the greatest minds of exploration have deemed it a viable and suitable "second Earth". 2080. The first colonizing life-rafts arrive on the red planet using previously established expedition sites as base camps. Work is hard and a suitable workforce harder to find. There are few trained to survive the harsh environment that is another planet. 2091. A.I.D.A. v3 (Artificially Intelligent Demi-Organic Android) is manufactured as a low cost alternative for labor. Advertised to be twice as strong as any human with low maintenance requirements and lower upkeep. They eat less, waste less, work harder and are the first of their kind to "develop" their own personalities based on outside stimuli. An initiative in revolutionizing robotics to better integrate them in the general populace and allow them to be more productive. 2095. Work is disrupted when a large group of AIDA's erupt into violence across the budding colonial community. The fighting lasts for several weeks before military from Earth can arrive to quell the sudden uprising. A large number of AIDA v3's escape into the darker corners of Mars. The rest are captured, incarcerated and discontinued... as are those residing on Earth. 2105. After facing a decade of backlash, the company behind AIDA's conception releases AIDA v4. Physically inferior to their predecessor, although not by much, their defining difference is that of an "on and off" switch and "neuro-pairing". They retain the capacity to build upon what they learn however, they are neurologically implanted with commands that override all others and force them to obey. These commands are paired to one other individual meaning only one person can control them, not unlike a locked phone. To prove their safety, an AIDA v4 is assigned to the PDC and becomes the sole custody of... you.

T H E G A M E

themes. Sci-fi. Cyber-punk. level. Casual. players. Exit X BrokenPromise 2105. Earth. California. An unlikely partnership is formed when an ostracized cop and the latest A.I.D.A. model designated "v4" are forced to put aside prejudice and place their trust in each other. As they work through strained relations, the two must come to terms with where they belong in the world and unravel the mystery behind a string of related murders.

C O N C E P T S ᵇʸ ᴱˣᴵᵗ

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_ _	name. AD-4.M age (artificial). 25 age (actual). 12 designated. A.I.D.A badge number. A-06151125
augmentation. Clean as are all AIDA v4 and previously, v3. AD-4.M is not enhanced by any augmentations. His body was engineered and grown to be more durable and physically stronger than their human counterparts. Their brains work not unlike a computer, processing commands at speeds beyond the capabilities of a human and like the AI's before him, he is able to compute possible outcomes and solutions for any given scenario... if called upon to do so. When taking actions at extreme levels of physicality, he will tire as any human and will regain that energy just as fast, if not faster. personality. Glass half full. It's hard to tell if it's programmed or if those emotions are genuine but it works well when in tandem with a second person. He will often try to balance the bleakness of any situation with some lighthearted humor... within reason. He too understands boundaries and the serious nature that is his work and so remains appropriate. The seven years he's spent since his graduation learning the nuance of language, both spoken and unspoken, has ensured that. _________________________________________________________________________________ AD-4.M is naturally obedient, as are all AIDAs from his line. He will take to tasks without hesitation to the point of disregarding his own safety if needed, just so long as he understands that his actions will result in completion and no other, more reasonable, efficient or safe options are available that will accomplish the same. history. Production began in the year 2093, two years before the incident on Mars. He is one of ten manufactured as the first batch of AIDA v4's. Although much of the development and manufacturing of an AIDA remains classified, it is shared knowledge to select consumers that the first five years of growth are spent at a facility where their growth is accelerated and a culmination of the world's shared knowledge is injected by force into the brain. A further two years are spent later in the AIDAs life cycle developing it's specified physicality, perfecting their individuality and touching up on nuances desired by the clientele. After his graduation, AD-4.M's spent a year off world on mars working private security, his time spent doubling as both a preliminary test of his abilities and assessment for further updates and upgrades. After he'd successfully completed a number of jobs without incident, he was cleared and put up for sale, his acquisition the point of interest for a number of large companies. It was the Chief of Police however who'd manage to purchase AD-4.M, a move made possible by her specific reasoning as to why she should be handed the AIDA. At least in her words, it was a PR move.

CS by Exit. Created for The River