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Interested?
Ive been wanted to roleplay this for a loooong time, and I really really want to roleplay with someone who is really good, and who is really into it. So, I will be posting the first post, and if you read it, and you're interested, please feel free to email me a reply post in a private message, and hop right into the story with me! Don't worry if you think the position has already been filled, I'd be interested in seeing how many different story lines I can make with my darling android.
I'd prefer a male x male rp, and either lazy lit or adv. lit is fine with me~
The general plot:
A new line of androids has been developed by an underground company. The workers want to test their handful of new creations to people they trust, or associates with pockets deep enough to afford it. It could be a backer for the program looking to see where his money is going, or a company worker, or a company worker's trustworthy friend. The androids look and act completely human. They are the epitome of technological development. And even better, since the clients are just test running these androids, free warranty and maintenance! In case something goes wrong. The company assures that although they are fit for protection, any malfunction that may possibly target the client as a threat has been debugged. So the client is not in danger. Probably.
This of course means the roleplay is set in the future, so all other things are up to you. Flying cars, houses that talk to you, metal dogs. The main thing here is, that your character, whether dominant or submissive, will be the Master, or caretaker of the android, and somewhere along the way he teaches it humanity, yadda yadda, lovey dovey stuff.
You know the drill.
Basically the scene starts out where two androids are just booting up. Whether this is in a friend's house, or your character's own place is up to you. I'll NPC one of the company workers checking them over, but otherwise, please feel free to add whatever you like!
Ive been wanted to roleplay this for a loooong time, and I really really want to roleplay with someone who is really good, and who is really into it. So, I will be posting the first post, and if you read it, and you're interested, please feel free to email me a reply post in a private message, and hop right into the story with me! Don't worry if you think the position has already been filled, I'd be interested in seeing how many different story lines I can make with my darling android.
I'd prefer a male x male rp, and either lazy lit or adv. lit is fine with me~
The general plot:
A new line of androids has been developed by an underground company. The workers want to test their handful of new creations to people they trust, or associates with pockets deep enough to afford it. It could be a backer for the program looking to see where his money is going, or a company worker, or a company worker's trustworthy friend. The androids look and act completely human. They are the epitome of technological development. And even better, since the clients are just test running these androids, free warranty and maintenance! In case something goes wrong. The company assures that although they are fit for protection, any malfunction that may possibly target the client as a threat has been debugged. So the client is not in danger. Probably.
This of course means the roleplay is set in the future, so all other things are up to you. Flying cars, houses that talk to you, metal dogs. The main thing here is, that your character, whether dominant or submissive, will be the Master, or caretaker of the android, and somewhere along the way he teaches it humanity, yadda yadda, lovey dovey stuff.
You know the drill.
Basically the scene starts out where two androids are just booting up. Whether this is in a friend's house, or your character's own place is up to you. I'll NPC one of the company workers checking them over, but otherwise, please feel free to add whatever you like!
In the brief moments between consciousness and unconsciousness where does one travel to? Imagine the nothingness of a memory that doesn't exist- the idea of nothing. No darkness surrounding you. No ability to perceive it even if you wanted to. This was how the realm surrounding him worked. An ocean of unknowing. Ignorance to existence. A blank.
The hands that had crafted him were no different than any other. He was created partly on an assembly line, mechanical parts connected piece by piece and by order. The rest was done on an operating table. His shell was actually quite primitive; the soft outlines of where his legs had been connected were able to be seen, a constant reminder to his own superficiality; however, trace around any line you wish, caress the 'so real' skin of his body, there will be no crease. No joint out of place. It merely looked like scars running around his shoulders and upper thighs. The lines looked white, like scar tissue, but in no way were they ugly. Merely pale looking lines on otherwise flawless skin.
But, regardless, there he was, hunched over, unknowing and unaware to his surroundings. A soft palatable ottoman was where he rested, a veritable multitude of spindling cords spilling from the back of his neck. If one's eyes followed the trail of dark rubber, they would find themselves face to face with a large column that looked much like an over-sized computer tower, the dark blue cords connecting the seeming human to the whirring and calculating towers like vines from a tree. It was kind of poetic, for within those simple tubes was the secret that gave life to the inanimate.
There was a small click heard and the power within the house dimmed for a second as the droid was activated, his body gave a start like one pricked with electricity might. There was a slight cool in the air, as if everything stopped for a moment to share itself with the now life-given object that had awakened. The eyes shot open, the body arched and the crystal blue orbs peeled themselves back as far as they might, an electronic cacophony of beeps and whirs echoed from the male's mouth, his limbs clenching harshly; every muscle outlined itself and he shook so harshly he fell from the ottoman. He convulsed on the floor, the power now completely dimmed as the skin of the man glowed brightly like a lantern in the dark. His synthetic fingernails dragged across the floors and disgusting snapping sounds resonated from the mechanical joints of his body. His head cocked and his eyes closed halfway as if sudden exhaustion swept over him. A sudden gurgling sound emanated from the boy and he wretched violently, a scream tearing itself from his throat as his vocal chords were put to use for the first time. His voice was finally quieted as a cough. It was actually more like a sudden spell of nausea, caused a thick embryonic substance from his stomach to be expelled. He twitched violently on the floor, his lips trembling as the translucent pink substance dripped from between his lips and the wind from outside finally picked up. Born anew was this advanced life form.
It was quiet for a while, the android's electro-sensory organs could feel the vibrations surrounding the house, and as such the sensory overload was a bit much to grow accustomed to. He shuddered and looked over to the mess he'd made on the floor. Due to the basic sociological conditioning that was programmed into him, he understood that this was uncustomary to leave just lying around. He ignored it for now, taking a few moments to collect himself. He knew he should've been cleaning it, every circuit in his wired brain was telling him to do so, but rather than obeying the inbred nagging in his head he just lay for a moment, the once resonating pulsations surrounding him slowly fading into the background, like a grand decrescendo of consciousness. He breathed slightly raggedly but other than that he seemed to be fine. The first baptism was rough, absorbing entire chunks of information in a single second, after being entirely unconscious was a massive feat of bio-genetic engineering. Thankfully his newly functioning brain was in a state of rest despite its new found ability that was processing rapidly everything around him.
Finally, he pulled himself from the floor, sitting on his bare bottom and staring blankly across the room. It looked like a living room. A place where humans congregated around televisions and watched their favorite shows. His head turned, seeking out the mechanical computer tower device, and staring at the black surface, seeing an outline of himself. Eyes widened just a bit, bringing his hands up near his face, inspecting. Male. Caucasian. Looked to be between 18 or 21. He was slightly muscled, like a high school football player, and his hair was platinum blond, the corporate cut it had been in mussed from his awakening. His eyes were crystalline blue.
Looking down at himself, he was nude, as usual births were. His creator thought it necessary, for clothing might have sparked during his starting ritual, meaning a possible fire. He cocked his head a little, looking over at the towers he now resided near on the floor, following the wires with his eyes and noting where they trailed. He reached up and pulled them from the back of his neck, like a plug from an outlet. A small portion of skin slipped over the holes, leaving the back of his neck looking as normal as the rest of him. His eyes were suddenly drawn to another being. Another android. Laying there on the floor a few feet away. Another model, but he wasn't sure which. It mattered not. Now, he needed to clean up the mess he had made.
Standing as gracefully a dancer might, his joints cracked a bit, being used for the first time, they responded shakily at first, catching himself and standing much like a newborn deer, with their knees pointed inward and their front legs spread out before them. After a moment, he managed to straighten himself, standing tall. Approximately 6'2'' in height. Weight, much more than expected. His metallic frame work and artificial organs made him much heavier than he looked, but nothing that would damage a hardwood floor, like the one he was currently on.
He paid no mind to the other android, moving to clean up the mess he had made, holding the sac in his hands and heating up his palms, watching as it merely disintegrated with a bit of heat. He turned toward the towers and array of wires, gathering them up and rolling them into a neat and tidy coil, setting them on top of the computer tower. Something clicked, and there was a humming noise from the home he resided in. Air condition unit. His skin tingled on the back of his leg. Turning, he noted the location of the air vent, calculating its trajectory and agreeing with its angle that it was correct in hitting him in the legs. He was still nude. In modern society, it was frowned upon, but in a home of privacy such as this, he saw no problem. Besides, clothes had not yet been given. That was his new master's job.
Moving back onto the ottoman he had fallen off of, he sat with his hands resting on his thighs just above his knees, staring off into nothing. A creator would be arriving soon to check on his progress and give further instruction. Model Sigma was up and ready.
The hands that had crafted him were no different than any other. He was created partly on an assembly line, mechanical parts connected piece by piece and by order. The rest was done on an operating table. His shell was actually quite primitive; the soft outlines of where his legs had been connected were able to be seen, a constant reminder to his own superficiality; however, trace around any line you wish, caress the 'so real' skin of his body, there will be no crease. No joint out of place. It merely looked like scars running around his shoulders and upper thighs. The lines looked white, like scar tissue, but in no way were they ugly. Merely pale looking lines on otherwise flawless skin.
But, regardless, there he was, hunched over, unknowing and unaware to his surroundings. A soft palatable ottoman was where he rested, a veritable multitude of spindling cords spilling from the back of his neck. If one's eyes followed the trail of dark rubber, they would find themselves face to face with a large column that looked much like an over-sized computer tower, the dark blue cords connecting the seeming human to the whirring and calculating towers like vines from a tree. It was kind of poetic, for within those simple tubes was the secret that gave life to the inanimate.
There was a small click heard and the power within the house dimmed for a second as the droid was activated, his body gave a start like one pricked with electricity might. There was a slight cool in the air, as if everything stopped for a moment to share itself with the now life-given object that had awakened. The eyes shot open, the body arched and the crystal blue orbs peeled themselves back as far as they might, an electronic cacophony of beeps and whirs echoed from the male's mouth, his limbs clenching harshly; every muscle outlined itself and he shook so harshly he fell from the ottoman. He convulsed on the floor, the power now completely dimmed as the skin of the man glowed brightly like a lantern in the dark. His synthetic fingernails dragged across the floors and disgusting snapping sounds resonated from the mechanical joints of his body. His head cocked and his eyes closed halfway as if sudden exhaustion swept over him. A sudden gurgling sound emanated from the boy and he wretched violently, a scream tearing itself from his throat as his vocal chords were put to use for the first time. His voice was finally quieted as a cough. It was actually more like a sudden spell of nausea, caused a thick embryonic substance from his stomach to be expelled. He twitched violently on the floor, his lips trembling as the translucent pink substance dripped from between his lips and the wind from outside finally picked up. Born anew was this advanced life form.
It was quiet for a while, the android's electro-sensory organs could feel the vibrations surrounding the house, and as such the sensory overload was a bit much to grow accustomed to. He shuddered and looked over to the mess he'd made on the floor. Due to the basic sociological conditioning that was programmed into him, he understood that this was uncustomary to leave just lying around. He ignored it for now, taking a few moments to collect himself. He knew he should've been cleaning it, every circuit in his wired brain was telling him to do so, but rather than obeying the inbred nagging in his head he just lay for a moment, the once resonating pulsations surrounding him slowly fading into the background, like a grand decrescendo of consciousness. He breathed slightly raggedly but other than that he seemed to be fine. The first baptism was rough, absorbing entire chunks of information in a single second, after being entirely unconscious was a massive feat of bio-genetic engineering. Thankfully his newly functioning brain was in a state of rest despite its new found ability that was processing rapidly everything around him.
Finally, he pulled himself from the floor, sitting on his bare bottom and staring blankly across the room. It looked like a living room. A place where humans congregated around televisions and watched their favorite shows. His head turned, seeking out the mechanical computer tower device, and staring at the black surface, seeing an outline of himself. Eyes widened just a bit, bringing his hands up near his face, inspecting. Male. Caucasian. Looked to be between 18 or 21. He was slightly muscled, like a high school football player, and his hair was platinum blond, the corporate cut it had been in mussed from his awakening. His eyes were crystalline blue.
Looking down at himself, he was nude, as usual births were. His creator thought it necessary, for clothing might have sparked during his starting ritual, meaning a possible fire. He cocked his head a little, looking over at the towers he now resided near on the floor, following the wires with his eyes and noting where they trailed. He reached up and pulled them from the back of his neck, like a plug from an outlet. A small portion of skin slipped over the holes, leaving the back of his neck looking as normal as the rest of him. His eyes were suddenly drawn to another being. Another android. Laying there on the floor a few feet away. Another model, but he wasn't sure which. It mattered not. Now, he needed to clean up the mess he had made.
Standing as gracefully a dancer might, his joints cracked a bit, being used for the first time, they responded shakily at first, catching himself and standing much like a newborn deer, with their knees pointed inward and their front legs spread out before them. After a moment, he managed to straighten himself, standing tall. Approximately 6'2'' in height. Weight, much more than expected. His metallic frame work and artificial organs made him much heavier than he looked, but nothing that would damage a hardwood floor, like the one he was currently on.
He paid no mind to the other android, moving to clean up the mess he had made, holding the sac in his hands and heating up his palms, watching as it merely disintegrated with a bit of heat. He turned toward the towers and array of wires, gathering them up and rolling them into a neat and tidy coil, setting them on top of the computer tower. Something clicked, and there was a humming noise from the home he resided in. Air condition unit. His skin tingled on the back of his leg. Turning, he noted the location of the air vent, calculating its trajectory and agreeing with its angle that it was correct in hitting him in the legs. He was still nude. In modern society, it was frowned upon, but in a home of privacy such as this, he saw no problem. Besides, clothes had not yet been given. That was his new master's job.
Moving back onto the ottoman he had fallen off of, he sat with his hands resting on his thighs just above his knees, staring off into nothing. A creator would be arriving soon to check on his progress and give further instruction. Model Sigma was up and ready.
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