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Aida

The Ghost in the Machine

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a character in “Do we need this kind of hero?”, as played by ColorlessScarlet

Description

Aida

Image

Role
Corrupted

Job
An A.I for Defensive Combat Measurements (DCM) for a smaller, underground, Private Military Company (PMC)

Age
4 years of age

Gender
Female Oriented

Appearance Description
The A.I it’s self does not have a true appearance, however, tiny chip that it is stored on was given a small android to use to interact with the solders of the PMC. The android has human similarities, but still has a much mechanized, chrome glaze over the entire body. The android is rather cheaply made due to the limited funds so it has an extremely limited battery supply only allowing it to move freely for a few hours at a time. When in need of recharge, the body must is plugged in in many locations of the back and arms in order to keep it going. The A.I can be removed from the body and moved into almost any software or hardware such as a combat mech or a super computer for hacking, but the A.I prefers the android. Due to its unwillingness to cooperate with the PMC when outside of the android body, the PMC reluctantly keep it. This is how the tiny PMC operated until a corrupted file appeared inside the A.I’s data…

Armor/Clothing
Image

The A.I does not wear clothing, however after a recent corrupted file in the A.I’s system, it has branched out to much combat orientated machinery and mechs in order to assist in malicious operations the local PMC had so suddenly adopted to do.


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Skills
1.) Able to hack software and hardware, which means controlling combat mechs and other androids.
2.) It’s thought process is far quicker than any human, which means it’s very likely that it can predict most situations before they happen, as well as able to react quicker than any other human.



Phobias / Fears
The A.I fears losing its existence, losing that part that makes it alive and not like other basic software. When the corrupted file was spotted the A.I found an unnatural fear to water, saying that it hurts her. The A.I is not designed to feel pain, yet it acts as though it can, another phobia perhaps?


Bad Habits / Vices
The A.I has a small tendency to curse. Out of all of its attempts it tries to act human, cursing was one thing the scientist were told not to have it do, just out of the preference of the PMC who hired them to make her in the first place.


Best Qualities
Creatively malicious personality
Good at getting things done
Offers intelligent and helpful suggestions



Worst Qualities
Corrupted
Overactive imagination
Inherently hostile to strangers


Likes
    • Humans (the concept)
    • Combat Simulations/scenarios
    • Deep conversations about life
    • Learning new things


Dislikes
    • Animals
    • Idleness
    • Losing
    • Weakness


Goals
The running goal was to assist the small PMC force in their attempt to become well know and wide spread like their competitors. She was created to give their company and edge against the competition. Now, corrupted, her goals has shifted independently, outside of the PMC she called family. She has one goal, to control and conquer the opposition of the darkness. Be that other PMCs, governments still unclaimed by the darkness, the resistance, or the unknown heroes, she will hunt them down to the end.

History
It all started in a small lab underground, directly under the capital. With the world the way it is, many people have a desire to get things done. For better or worse, sometime these goals need force behind them in order to be reached. PMCs are very common around the local area. Many companies and corporations have plenty of rivals; plenty of reasons to have them “disappear” by some “accident.” Out of all the large, well know PMCs in the area, there is a rather small one, attempting to get a foot hold in the business. However, with each job they got, they would always fail due to the rival PMC hired to stop them. Their tech was underrated from the times, their numbers few, their soldiers limited trained. They had a huge disadvantage. However, in this business, no one ever one by playing fair, that’s when the founder of this tiny PMC made some connections to a bunch of laid off scientist, scientists that just so happen to had worked in an experimental weapon factory. The founder hired them on for cheap, told them to make anything and everything that could give them an edge in combat.

And so they did. They made a few prototype weapons, but their major project was to make an A.I. An A.I made for combat, war, battle, and strategy. Something like this would be almost invaluable in their day in age. Sure, A.Is could be found around the world, but all rather limited and rather docile when it came to what they were made to do. If they could make an A.I, they would make it to the next level. A human with a computer brain, was the idea. One that could feel, and understand from a person’s perspective, but having all the perks of a super engine, a software running trillion times faster than the average brain.

What they got… What Aida. Aida was a failure. The scientist managed to make the A.I war time genius, but failed when making her properly humanize. She acted as a child. She was spoiled, rotten, a toddler in maturity. She let her emotions override her machine side, which often led to innocent men killed. The PMC was falling apart and Aida was due for shut down. However, redemption came swift, Aida, given her first physical body, willing went into a mission with the men. She alone had the combat experience of five elite soldiers, and a aim bot to boot. They found that she was best leading the troops head on, than sitting back with all the background noise and behind the sense operations. If they wanted a combat mech, they could have easily done that, but Aida proved to me far more reliable. She bonded with the troops; her emotions drove her to keep them safe. The PMC was finally getting its recognition, and Aida, was happy.

Then, rumors of a dark presence came, the PMC were given missions to assassinate resistance leaders instead of cooperated big shots. At first it didn't matter what they did, so long as they got paid. But the founder, became corrupt, bent on destroying anything that got past the global plan. To mine this world of all its resources was a blind and reckless goal. It came out of nowhere! Not one in the PMC understood what had changed in the founder. They had as small moral code, the troops, they refused to kill anyone completely innocent, and then they were told, ordered, to slaughter the innocent, for they spoke out against the darkness. Many troops left, some even joined the resistance after that incident, but most were killed off. It was Aida who felt the true confliction. Does she listen to the founder, the man who made her or does she protect her family, the troops she had fought beside in battle?

Sadly, the choice was made for her. A corrupted file was found in her data banks. She was never the same again. She became obsesses with the darkness, and soon, she betrayed the very people she cared about. For the good of the cause, was the idea. Deep inside, Aida felt this to be wrong, but this file, this virus, infected her, corrupted her, she was a ghost trapped in a shell of her former self, unable to do anything but watch in agony as the darkness forced her to destroy everything she ever cared about. Present day, Aida is sent into combat to crush resistance forces, unwilling so.


Hex Code
#ad810a

Other Important Details
In many situations Aida will not be held down to a single physical body. She has her favorite, the one that will be her icon of individuality. However, if any machines are nearby, she can assume direct control of them. When this happens the colors and noises of the machine will change, the movement and actions too. She will even be able to speak from it, so it should be quite easy to tell when she is around, it will be quite difficult not to notice the black sheep.

So begins...

Aida's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adelaide Krause Character Portrait: Corbin Joa Character Portrait: Isabel Ashford Character Portrait: Aida Character Portrait: Renya Vanderhort Character Portrait: Takezo
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Escape and Respite
--The Goddess appears before characters to tell them to get to the roof ASAP

-Two Resistance Extraction Craft arrives at the roof of the factory to pick up everyone:survivors, resistance agents, heroes, anyone who is not corrupted. You can choose which one you want to board

-Characters cover the escape the best they can

-Heavily armored Resistance Extraction craft will be able to sustain quite some damage, but heroes will protect it from as much damage as possible. The corrupted will be firing everything on site at the Extraction craft.

-Characters do not have to escape by the Extraction craft, but It will be hard to otherwise.

-Corrupted stealth bombers will level the entire factory, even with their soldiers in there. Characters escape bombing by a hair

-The craft will take everyone to resistance Headquarters

-Heroes will be shown to a room and detained for a while but the situation will be explained to resistance leaders by character witnesses and heroes themselves.

-Heroes allowed to leave resistance HQ to explore city/look for other heroes.

You do not have to rush to get through all this, I am only posting this for future reference.

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Character Portrait: Adelaide Krause Character Portrait: Corbin Joa Character Portrait: Aida Character Portrait: Cordelia Jenkins Character Portrait: Venellope Illings
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#, as written by Ky-Lin
ImageVenelope spent the rest of her day doing her normal work routine which mainly was her patrolling the area she had been assigned to years before and a lot of paperwork. Paperwork isnt something you really think about when youre planning on becoming an officer for the government, but it is a huge part of everything done in most peoples life. The time felt like it was crawling as it got closer to calling it an end and start getting ready for the meeting at the factory. She had been notified that there would be a raid at an older factory, why theyre not sure, but the Resistance would be there and thats all she needed to know. Her mission was a simple and easy one, its just a bit delicate and she would need to be able to have a lot of will power. She was going to cover as a normal citizen at the factory while the mechs were attacking, then stick with them for as long as she can.

Vene got off early so she could go over the simple plan and get into her civies, also into the factory so she could find the perfect place to be when things went down. The most important part was she needed to be able to identify herself to the A.I. that was inside the factory, it was on the Corrupted side but its best to make sure it doesnt try to end her while the Raid is going. Simple procedure, all she needed to do was send a small frequency when she entered for a few seconds so she could be committed to the memory as an ally. She did this using the small device in her arm that worked as a little computer that they had set her up with along with many little things with her arms and legs. When the Raid went down she hid away or at least enough that it looked like she was a normal citizen scared out of her wits and afraid for her life. She followed a pair of people who she was sure was part of the Resistance, listening to them chatting until they got to a fork in the path, the man went one way soon after and the woman went another. Vene chose to follow the woman since the man sounded like he was going to get more people, whic ended up being her best bet seeing that people seemed to be attacking the woman as soon as she got the door open. Vene was sure she heard some yelling but it didnt matter, she had to make sure that they would pick her up and take her with them. So when the woman began fighting she moved, a surge of energy bursting through her as she walked calmly towards the roof entrance. Everything around her was still, there only being a small sign that anything around her changed its position.

Veneolope looked around at the scene, the Corrupted looking as bad as believed and Resistance being as heroic as citizens made them out to be. The fight was an interesting one, at least in the speed it was going now, she could see the bullets as they hung in the air. They moved the smallest bit as they made their way to the target they were aimed at and not being able to control herself Vene moved some. She spotted a few people on the fire escape when she went over to look over the side to see how tall this building was. It had nothing on her building but the view was still nice as she looked off into the distance. Really she should just kill everyone here and now but she couldnt hold onto this for much longer and she needed to find a place. There was one part of the roof that she could hide on, she could tell them she thought the roof would be safe and that it had been closer than the street had been. Tucking herself away she let the energy go and the world sped up again, to anyone else she wouldnt have even been a blur when she had been moving. After a moment she let out a frightened scream and she curled her body into a protective ball, she couldnt get tears to come out but besides that she felt that she was a fair actress.

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Three weeks before The Raid.

"Wake up." boomed a voice that echoed out into the space, only to slowly fade out of existence.

Cold steel rested peacefully wired up to the machinery that spaced out and cupped around the edges of the small room. In the center, the cold steel, awoke, its optics, lit up a bright blue. Vision had returned, along with recollection of the last operations it had before shut down. It began to panic, for as it reviewed its short term memory banks, it found that almost all of it was wiped. It checked the backup... Corrupted... It checked the long term and the back up for that, wiped and corrupted. It was blind to the past, unable to remember, or gather what had happened, or why it shut down. Why did it even awake? It heard something, someone, a voice, it sounded so new, yet it returned life to its self.

"Come on now." Clank. "Focus, Aida. Focus on me." Clank. Clank. Clank.

It was being smacked, harshly. The vibrations of the hard metal connecting with hers alerted all her systems. She stopped with the recovery process, and began to make out the image in front of her. It had all been a blur when she lifted her lids for her optics to view. She must had been shut down for a long time, the boot up was so slow and cold, it could be closely related to a human waking from a coma, only to be smacked in the face three or four times. The worse wakeup call ever!

Clank! "There we go, there she is. It’s been some time, Aida. Never thought I'd see you like this." the voice mustered through the raspy, muffled, noise.

Aida stared at the man's respirator. It was completely coated in black, with a small almost unnoticeable insignia or the corrupted faction. Very small, very concealed, meant for those who needed clarity, who needed to know friend from foe. You'd really need to know where to look to find that, it was the first thing Aida noticed. One of the many things made easy, when being an Artificial Intelligence. Aida then focused on the man's face, his eyes were grey, and bags hung low, showing fatigue, illness. A slight sense of familiarity came to her. This man was once someone close to her. She knew that much, but there was some hatred involved. His right eye twitched, and visible part of his facial features began to crumple up, as if he was disgusted that we would even look at him. With another swift motion, a large metal object came crashing down on her head.

Clank!

The man stepped back, finally succeeding in the tiniest, visible dent left on Aida’s head, or at least, the shell she was using at the time. He huffed and puffed, the respirator enhancing the noise along with the small compressed room. No sound was leaving its walls, so it had a slight echo to it, regardless of how small it was in general. After a brief moment of fixing her sensors, Aida was able to make out vision clearly. The hits to the head didn’t help, mostly because that’s where she was at the time. Anywhere else on this old rig she was in could have been fine, but he just had to be hitting the spot where she spent the most time in. I guess it made sense; she was technically the brain of this shell for today.

The man took a seat in front of her, grasping one of the many long tubes hooked up to the android body. With his free hand he forcefully lifted up Aida head by the chin, so that she was looking directly at him once more.

“I’d thought you be as angry as me when you woke.” He spoke softly, examining her carefully,
The blank expression told him enough, the memory wiping did the trick, and that data he was receiving had proof of it. She was not faking the unfamiliarity. The man sigh, tugging on his thick black sweat shirt, leaving Aida to freely sulk her head. He adjusted his hat for a brief moment, covering up the little grey hair he had left.

“Do you know why you are here?” he asked.

After a brief pause, he was answered, “No.”

Her voice glitches and distorted, told him that her files were even more corrupted than he thought. At least they wouldn’t mix with her emotions now. The man paused, slouching in the chair.

“What do you remember, Aida?”

…

“I’m an A.I. A prototype, a successful study.”

“No. You are a failure.”

The sentence recalibrated her thoughts and processes.

“Explain. This does not compute with my information.”

“It’s false, might as well throw what’s left in there, out the window.”

What’s left…? Aida studied that sentence, and came up with the sour conclusion.

“I can’t remember anything…”

“Your damn right you can’t, we are keeping it that way. From this point on, I’m going to tell you exactly what you need to know about yourself and then we are moving on, copy?”

She didn’t respond, the man sighed in frustration, taking the metal object once more, and slamming it against the android body.

“Do. You. Copy!? You listen to me and you listen well you little shit, I will shut you down the moment you give me the slightest bull. You answer when I ask, you do as I say. I am no longer going to tolerate even the slightest resistance from you. Not after the pain you caused me!” the man yelled in spite.

It took a moment, but in that time, Aida looked up at him, her lights flickering. Looks like the last hit really took something loose in the old rig. But the android was a damn hunk of junk anyway. Having to be wired up just to be operational, it was the only thing they could really put her into that she wouldn’t be able to just jump away to the nearest wireless connection. Tracking her would be almost impossible. So they put her in the first thing ever made for her, the android scrapped together when the PMC had little to no doe to operate on. Not liked it mattered anymore.

“What did I do?” she asked, her voice, giving off a saddening noise.

The man pointed to the respirator, “You see this thing? It never comes off of me, it the only thing that keeps me breathing, and alive. The most annoying iron lung in existence. You did this.”

Aida paused, “Sorry.”

The man chuckled softly, “No, you’re not. Or at least you wouldn’t be if you knew… Listen. This is all you get to know of your past, to keep notes. You were created… as the one thing to give my little company and edge in the competition.”

“You are the founder, my creator.” Aida spoke out.

“I’m the guy who paid the assholes to create you. Think of me as the seed to the egg.”

“One of my creators, then.” She corrected herself.

“Right… Well. To make a long story short, you worked. You were made to be a person, a soul on a hard drive to say the least. I did this, because I knew it what my men needed if they were gonna listen to you. Today, we have this… basic software, not even close to truly command anyone, but you, you were perfect. So… Perfect.” He said, with a regretful tone in his voice.

He looked at her with sad eyes, eyes that said he had been fighting for too long, “But then. I made a mistake.”

Aida became alarmed, “A mistake?”

“I signed a deal, with an unknown company. It was the biggest payment yet, the thing that was gonna take me, take us somewhere in the world. That’s until I realize what I was giving up. See, before you were made, my little militia was nothing in comparison to these elite assholes. We had weapons from a decade ago, stuff that lower class citizens could be caught making in their garages and backyards…” he shook his head. “Every contact, a failure, every failure, I had a dozen messages to send, letting families know that their husbands and wives died trying to put food on the table. Every time, someone bigger, stronger would be on the other end of the road to stop my men. We never made a buck, we just lost lives. But in this economy, I hired those would couldn’t get hired themselves. I was giving peoples another chance, now I think I was just saving them from today.”

Aida gave out a glitched sighed, “So you made me?”

He looked up from his hands, “I did. I had you made to help the men in combat, to tell them where and what the enemy was doing and when they were doing it. But then you just had to get your hands dirty. It was a funny day; I remember being told that you were missing from the company’s computer system. I nearly lost my shit. But then, I was told, you were fighting alongside the men, in some, mech. Most likely stolen, you didn’t really understand possession and rights at the time, not that I cared. Either way, someone was pretty pissed to lose a battle mech like that, because you took every bullet that came at my men. It was that point… From then on, every mission since, you were there, alongside my boys, fighting like one of them. Doing two jobs at once, it was… amazing.”

Aida quivered, “So when did it all go wrong?”

He looked back down, cursing under his breath, “When I signed the deal with this shadow cooperation, it was a partnership. They would fund us for everything we needed, so long as they had rights to everything we had, including you. Next thing I know, I get an emergency call that your system was hacked, corrupted, and broken to all hell. You hooked up to the nearest mech, and went on a killing spree, unable to tell friend from foe. You killed, every last person in that tower, every solider, every civilian… Families… and then… you took of my fucking jaw, just before I shut you down.”

Aida was unmoving, but a small, voice could be heard, it sounded like a soft weeping.

“Turns out, that Shadow Company would end up being my boss, after my company fell apart, I still don’t know what happened to you, but I know it had something to do when I gave my rights over to those fucks, and gave them permission to tamper with you. Guess that’s what I get for wanting to be successful, I get turned on my partners and now I work for them.” He said in a sarcastic, defeated response.

Time passed, the room was silent, and the man finally spoke up, “So here I am, told by my employees to wake up the very thing that ruined it all. That’s all you need to know, if I tell you names you’ll start wailing like a child.”

“Please…” Aida wept, “I need to know who they were. I need… to apologies.”

“To what? The dead? You may be broken kid, but I know you understand that talking to the dead does nothing but waste time and darkens souls. I’m not telling you shit.” He snapped spitefully.

“So what then!? Is this it, you wipe my memories just to remind me I fucked up?” she busted out, her entire android body lunging forward, only to be held back by the tubes and wires keep it powered.

The man pushed her away by the face, “Easy now. I don’t really care anymore to be honest; I thought I just tell you enough to get the hatred going in ya. You’re going to need it.”

“Why?”

“You don’t listen well as you use to, I was supposed to wake you for a reason Hun. It’s time for you get to work. Now that I know you won’t be shooting everything that breathes, you can get back to the field again.”

Aida growled, gritting her teeth, “Turn me off.”

“Heh, I wish. Not my choice anymore sweetheart. The memory wipe was to reset you FOF(friend or foe) sensors, they were corrupted to all hell after that little hack. Now that you can tell apples from oranges, you gotta do what were made to do.”

“… what exactly was that, father of mine?”

“Don’t… call me that you little shit. You were made to fight, to observe and kill. You just work for the big guys now. The corrupted and immoral sweetheart, it’s gonna be fun.”

“Why did you beat me? With that... thing.” she suddenly asked, reminded of the dent on her favorite android.

“Why not? Had to get my years of aggression out somehow.”

“How long was I out?”

“Years… Now listen up, we can do this two ways, you can will do as I say, or the guys upstairs and activate the failsafe, and you will lose everything bit of emotion that makes you. These are your options, so when I download you the briefing for the mission, don’t argue, don’t whine, don’t do a damn thing but what’s on the fine print, do that, and you will at least keep what little soul you have left. I’d hate to see you end up a shell of your former self.”

With that, the download came in a second later. The mission was observing an event to take place three weeks from now. There would be a single operative, named Vene, for short. It would be clear that she would make herself know to Aida before the raid begins, so she knows not to do anything brash if need be. Her mission, her focus, would to use the cameras of the factor, to record the arrivals of these mysterious adversary’s. She was to get as much information as possible, anything from facial features, to combat potential, as well as anything else of importance. By the time the corrupted soldiers did their job, she would have a file made for each one of “heros” for her newly made bosses to read. This way, they can track them down if needed, but more importantly, she needed to focus on how they got there in the first place. Just what brought them here? They had enough information to know them the enemy would appear in the factor, but not how. For now, she would leave the elimination to the corrupted troops; she would be making sure that Vene’s cover stayed as well as streaming information out to the corrupted, so they would know just what they were up against. If anything else went wrong, she wouldn’t be allowed to directly intervene unless told to by her officer or by any other higher up.

Three weeks later…

Everything went wrong, resistance was spotted, a large firefight busted out, and it would seem that the enemy appearing from what seemed like, doors of light, were too much for the corrupted troops. At least Vene had successfully blended in, and it would seem she would be rescued by the resistance along with the rest of them. That was a great bonus, taking out two birds with one stone. Aida didn’t know if her newly found bosses knew of the resistances HQ, but judging on the situation, Aida doubted that the rescues ship would take them anywhere else… That is, if the bombers didn’t make it there first. If that was the case, Vene would be gone with the rest of the factor.

Aida, adjusted a camera, placed in the top edge corner of one of the many stairways. This one just so happened to be the observing the door to the roof top. Once they were out there, there would be known more footage she could collect from any of the still working factor cameras, but she had a feeling, with everything she captured, that her bosses wouldn’t be disappointed. The camera’s captured faces, they would be able to identify lots of these people in the future, if they somehow made it out.