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Lyra
Model Age
3 Model Gender
Female
Serial Number
SO204851
Lyra
Model Age
3
Female
Serial Number
SO204851
Special Operations Unit, Lyra is crafted meticulously with a reinforced,
woven carbon fiber endoskeleton. Lyra weighs a whopping four hundred pounds,
but you would never be able to tell judging from her size. Internally, Lyra has a
few differences from a standard frontline DOLL. One is hollow spot in her leg,
built to smuggle weapons.
Another is the LED strip on her lower spine, which shows that she is connected
to her attachment. Lyra's attachments are a duel pair of electric swords, which
use a backup battery inside of her spine to power them. She also has LEDs
inside of her eyes, which are crafted from resin and a layer of glass.
Lyra's hair is woven from PYROMAX, a flameproof material and her outer skin
is crafted from a mix of silicone and latex to give it a distinctly human-feel.
Beneath her left eye is an ink dot, made to make her look more human.
All DOLLs have an internal program to delete itself on the occasion that
they are ever captured. Lyra was built with a bomb inside of her, so if she ever
was captured, it would destroy her entirely. The bomb has since been deactivated.
SOU DOLLs are made to maintain their own systems, perform their own upgrades, and
need as little maintenance as possible, because of the possibility of them being gone for
months and possibly years at a time from a service station. All SOU DOLLs are equipped
with their own tool kit in their left arm. Coincidentally, Lyra is also pre-dominantly right-handed.
Special Operations Unit DOLLs are odd birds, any other DOLL can tell
you that. While Most other DOLLs learn some form of empathy, SOU DOLLs seem
to lack it almost entirely.
Lyra likes the thrill of battle. She feels no remorse for slaying the humans
she was told to kill. In fact, Lyra seems to lack any kind of ability to sympathize
with the enemy.
With the war over and her retirement imminent, Lyra has been going through something
of a crisis. She does not know how to live without a command. With her unit dissolved,
Lyra finds herself on her own and does not like it. It has been difficult for her to adjust
after spending her entire life surrounded by others.
Therefore, she has been spending her days wandering. Lyra likes the noise of the city.
She enjoys how it fills her head, getting rid of the silence that plagues her like a vise.
Learning new things everyday, Lyra has begun to make a list of some of the things she
has discovered she likes. Music, is one. Although, she cannot differentiate between
genres. Her AI can also identify smells, but not the same way a human can.
Her system is particularly fond of cinnamon.
Why wasn't she dead?
The bomb inside of SO20987 had gone off, effectively eliminating the enemy. Her ears rang from the explosion, an incineration mark where her partner had once been was all that remained. He had told Lyra something in his final moments. He had told her to run. Lyra looked around the warehouse, her clarity returning. She had been temporarily disoriented from flipping upside down, due to the blast.
Where was the rest of the team? Lyra rose, her foot not engaging. She limped to the exit, making her way to the extraction point, but Lyra was the only one in her unit to arrive.
Special Operation DOLLs are not meant to exist. Officially, they have no records, save for a single digital file on a USB in the president's desk. SOU DOLLs operate under secrecy, often waking up for the first time with a mission implanted in their brains. Such was the case for Lyra, whose first memory is waking up in a box full of packing peanuts, somewhere in Hexvania, the city of her first mission. Lyra was the newest in her unit. Her AI was shaped by her time. Vince, their leader, Manny, the one who was always smiling, Freyja, the Goddess of death, and Lyra, the newbie. She was made to replace their last newbie, who had died on his first day.
They called her Lyra, after the constellation that shone brightest the eve of her delivery.
SOU DOLLs were only given pieces of a puzzle, they were only told as much information as needed to complete the mission and nothing else. Lyra and her team infiltrated galas, charity auctions, banquets, homes. They operated under darkness, spending their daytime hiding in plain sight. Lyra's AI and personality was formed through them and their odd sense of humor. It was the closest thing she had to a family.
Until their final mission.
Vince had been looking forward to going home, they all had. None of them knew what New Babbage looked like, but their AI told them it was home. They would swap stories of what they thought it looked like, unaware that Hexvania would become their graveyard.
When they entered that warehouse, they expected to be eliminating the nest of a weapon's dealer. What they were met with instead was an ambush. Their enemy knew they were coming but how, Lyra could never figure out.
She was the only one to make it to the extraction point that day, saved by Manny's self-destruction and Frejya's quick thinking to shield Lyra with her own body. Lyra was the only one to go back to a peaceful country, the names and sacrifices of her comrades buried under bureaucracy and paperwork.
