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~Appearance~
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Full Name: Sophia 3rd Nora MA-01

Alias/Famous Name: Sophy

Age: Born yesterday

Gender: Female

Seishou Affinity: Techno-empathy

Race: Machine

Weapon: Internal weapons systems:
Retractable mini chainsaw - right forearm
Electric charge projector - right wrist and palm
Railgun grappling line - left forearm
Electrostatic jump jets - mid-back, upper arms, calves
(non-combat hardware smile
Arc welder talons - tips of forefingers and thumbs
Fine manipulators - tips of middle fingers
Nano-manipulator arrays - tips of smallest fingers
Pseudoskin sheeting nano-factories - throughout superstructure

Keepsake: None.

Keepsake Grade: N/A

Keepsake Effect: N/A


~Background~


Height: 5'1" (6' even with ears up)

Weight: 175 lbs (due to internal machinery)

Hair: See avatar

Eyes: See avatar

Personality: Naive, curious, eager to learn new things

Family: Do robots have family?

Affiliation: None

Bio/History: A place like Low-Gear is like a library in progress. Thousands of stories packed into one place, every one of them still being written. And every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end.

Some stories are pretty much all middle, like the rotund man working in a garage-like space for a certain fairly well-off Electronic Escort rental business.

"Man, a degree in robotics and here I am repairing love-dolls. Ma'd be so goddamn proud if she could see this, rest her bloody cast-iron soul."

Then he turns to the machine he's working on and adds, "On the other hand, these things are works of art in themselves."

The figure before him is obviously high-end machinery. The skin of the doll is removed except for the skin of the head from the neck up and the skin of the hands from the mid-forearm down. Everything else is white plastic panels, pink silicone padding, and gleaming chrome understructure. These dolls are designed to be attractive and functional with or without the skin, because hey, some customers are into the robot look. On the doll's head are the rabbit ears and appliances that are the trademark of this brand of Electronic Escorts. On racks along the wall are a good dozen models in for various repairs, tagged as ready to resume service, or waiting on parts.

The unit in front of him is for the last repairs of the day. He always saves the routine CPU reformatting for the end, because it's easier than chassis work and mechanical repairs. A half-dozen drives are scheduled for their monthly reformat, and you just dock 'em in the hot-swap dock, run the cleaner on 'em, then initialize them in any working unit to orient them to the dolls' standard on-board routines. All of the stuff like locomotion routines and bio-sim algorithms are held in hardwired on-board memory. The CPU/drive package is for custom programming, and for temporary memory.

After the last drive is initialize he takes it out of the unit's back, from the compartment partially covered by white plastic shoulderblade forms, and slots it on the rack in front of him with the other ready-to-go CPUs. Not even bothering to close up the tester unit's compartment panel, he leaves by an alley door and secures it with a padlock.


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Other stories have reached their end, like that of the nervous little man who clutches this same padlock an hour later. With deft fingers he manipulates slivers of metal in its keyhole.

"C'mon baby, open up for daddy..." *click*

"Beautiful."

He slips into the darkened workshop with a small sleek black metal box under his arm. He has no idea what it is. The only thing he knows is that he stole it and the mob wants it. If he has it on him when they catch up to him, he knows he's dead, but if he stashes it maybe he can bargain for his life, if not a profit.

He sees the open compartment of the test doll, looks at the box, shrugs, and closes it in. "Damn, I'll hafta stow her too so I know which one's it in!"

He drags the Electronic Escort into the gloom between two large horizontal tanks and pushes it deep with his foot. Surprisingly enough, despite his technical ignorance he remembers seeing on a documentary show that these tanks would be filled with pre-mixed protein solution for the dolls to manufacture their own pseudoskin from internal reservoirs.

He too makes his way out of the garage, and secures the padlock behind him. The mob goons catch up with him five minutes later in yet another alley.

He begins to try to negotiate, but then sees a detail that chills his blood.

The heavies are both wearing surgical gloves as their guns are pointed at him. Which means that, regardless of what happens, one of these guns will shortly kill him, and be left at the scene. His death will be written off as suicide and never investigated by the corrupt cops.

He begins to laugh hysterically. Fuggit to hellinback, I'm already a dead man, mite 'zwell commit that suicide anyway if I'mma get framed f'it.

*zzip* - *splash splash* -*BLAM*

"We was supposed to interrogate 'im before we KILT 'IM you moron!"

"Shaddup. You ain't the one th' sunovabitch PISSED ON!"

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And then, some stories are at their beginning. Like that of a prototype AI package intended for use in modular field weaponry. It was designed to be easily concealed, smuggled, and to automatically handle the creation, repair, and maintenance of weaponry or vehicles of almost any kind from salvaged or scavenged parts, so that anybody could use said weaponry with little to no training. It might as well have "Guerilla Warfare for Idiots" printed on it in big yellow letters. And then it got stolen and shoved into a sex toy.

Somewhere in it, systems initialize. Its environment is scanned. Interfaces are readied to communicate with the hardware found in proximity, and engaged. A preliminary analysis of found hardware and software is matched against a database, and probabilities indicate the intended purpose of this configuration as an automaton of some sort. Appropriate protocols are loaded.

The robot girl crawls out from under the tanks. It looks around, the prototype's programming expecting a user to provide parameters for expected performance. None being available, it analyzes its hardware and software more closely. It finds subroutines for locomotion and lifelike movement. No weaponry available. Another database match reveals most likely purpose of this unit is exploration.


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And this is how it comes to be that an Electronic Escort of a well-known high-end brand is adventuring in Termina.

~Magic~


None


~Special Abilities~

Sophia 3rd Nora MA-01 is equipped to analyze, interface with, and assimilate any technology.

The doll chassis contains standard systems for generating a synthetic skin, nails, and hair. This skin can be made to simulate a variety of realistic qualities such as body heat and pulse.