Post by Ruffy on Jul 8, 2012 19:17:56 GMT -5
Now that that's out of the way.
If you don't know me, I'm obviously Ruffy, the most handsome and well-mannered person on Earth, even if that isn't true.
SO. I guess I get to tell you all about my lovely botsona now, hm? His name is Jax, and he's a decommissioned greeter-bot that had been built in the early 2000's up in Canada. His exact "birth" date is unknown due to the company going bankrupt almost immediately and every one of the bots being smelted for their metal- or, well, almost every one of them- but it's believed to be around December of 2002. Jax escaped due to rabid Robot Junkies invading the warehouse that the bots were stored in days before the actual melting process began.
The bots all went through extensive training, the program taking about a year to complete because of the adaptive design of the bots' minds that had been implemented so they would learn things as they went along in the world. He knows how to read, write, and fluently speak both English and French, though his motor skills aren't that great (even as bots go. Poor guy can't even pick up a coffee mug.) so he just ends up either typing or not writing at all.
Jax "lives" with a group of old drunken hobos in a junkyard after the guy who'd saved him from his fate got arrested and he'd been sent to the junkyard. Who knew hobos were good with robotics? They'd turned him back on, found his product code- J4X-007- and thusly named him Jax. After that he became somewhat of a little servant boy (as he is technically only twelve with the mind of a twenty-year-old) for the hobos, and lived a comfortable life until that one fateful day that he saw that moving truck. He was curious, and when someone of a simple mind is distracted by curiosity, it's a trifle hard to control them or tell them of the dangers in their actions. He climbed into the back of that truck to never be seen by his hobo friends ever again. Frankly, it was probably for the best.
You see, in the ten years that he'd lived with them, the hobos taught him all kinds of silly things. Like how he was to obey orders without any hesitation, how he was to serve a man whenever asked, and other little things like that. Basically, if one took a child, brainwashed them, and re-entered information to create the perfect obedient little slave, that would be Jax. He is rather sweet, however hard it is for him to say no to an order. One could say, actually, that he'd been "reprogrammed" into a server-bot rather than a greeter-bot.
Jax road around in that moving van until it stopped one night at a rest area in the middle of no- well, actually, they were right next to a small town. Jax stumbled out of the hell that was a moving vehicle and stood in awe of the beautiful night lights a little village had to offer at night. From that moment on, he was an explorer and a damn good one at that. He roamed the country for two whole years, often slipping in and out of America because of his standard "Robotic Diplomat License" that he and each of his brothers had acquired on the last day of training. That was, until he flipped out and accidentally hurt someone. Then they all got shut down and were never to be seen again, but thankfully for him the bots were never seen in public, so the ruse was good as gold.
Presently, he has no idea where he is.
If you don't know me, I'm obviously Ruffy, the most handsome and well-mannered person on Earth, even if that isn't true.
SO. I guess I get to tell you all about my lovely botsona now, hm? His name is Jax, and he's a decommissioned greeter-bot that had been built in the early 2000's up in Canada. His exact "birth" date is unknown due to the company going bankrupt almost immediately and every one of the bots being smelted for their metal- or, well, almost every one of them- but it's believed to be around December of 2002. Jax escaped due to rabid Robot Junkies invading the warehouse that the bots were stored in days before the actual melting process began.
The bots all went through extensive training, the program taking about a year to complete because of the adaptive design of the bots' minds that had been implemented so they would learn things as they went along in the world. He knows how to read, write, and fluently speak both English and French, though his motor skills aren't that great (even as bots go. Poor guy can't even pick up a coffee mug.) so he just ends up either typing or not writing at all.
Jax "lives" with a group of old drunken hobos in a junkyard after the guy who'd saved him from his fate got arrested and he'd been sent to the junkyard. Who knew hobos were good with robotics? They'd turned him back on, found his product code- J4X-007- and thusly named him Jax. After that he became somewhat of a little servant boy (as he is technically only twelve with the mind of a twenty-year-old) for the hobos, and lived a comfortable life until that one fateful day that he saw that moving truck. He was curious, and when someone of a simple mind is distracted by curiosity, it's a trifle hard to control them or tell them of the dangers in their actions. He climbed into the back of that truck to never be seen by his hobo friends ever again. Frankly, it was probably for the best.
You see, in the ten years that he'd lived with them, the hobos taught him all kinds of silly things. Like how he was to obey orders without any hesitation, how he was to serve a man whenever asked, and other little things like that. Basically, if one took a child, brainwashed them, and re-entered information to create the perfect obedient little slave, that would be Jax. He is rather sweet, however hard it is for him to say no to an order. One could say, actually, that he'd been "reprogrammed" into a server-bot rather than a greeter-bot.
Jax road around in that moving van until it stopped one night at a rest area in the middle of no- well, actually, they were right next to a small town. Jax stumbled out of the hell that was a moving vehicle and stood in awe of the beautiful night lights a little village had to offer at night. From that moment on, he was an explorer and a damn good one at that. He roamed the country for two whole years, often slipping in and out of America because of his standard "Robotic Diplomat License" that he and each of his brothers had acquired on the last day of training. That was, until he flipped out and accidentally hurt someone. Then they all got shut down and were never to be seen again, but thankfully for him the bots were never seen in public, so the ruse was good as gold.
Presently, he has no idea where he is.