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Darkness gave way to blinking lights. Visuals loading. Loading. Online. Auditory systems online. Sensory input on all systems working at optimal levels. Rimskaya woke up.
She breathed. Artificial bioorganic systems simulated human life. Her skin could be cut, and would bleed, though she would never bleed out. She could consume food, and a processing system could break it down and use it as a separate fuel source. She didn't need sleep, but could mimic the act if necessary. She could feel pain, or shut it off as necessary.
"You should rely on your built-in bio systems as often as possible," a man's voice spoke from her right. She turned and saw a man in his early 40s, with soft brown hair, a trimmed beard, glasses, and kind, intelligent eyes.
"The corporation isn't concerned with your social integration capability. But they didn't build you. I did."
The man ran a hand through Rimskaya's hair, affectionately. "My God. You do look just like her."
The man sighed. "I am Sergei Toknomakav. I am the lead machinist and neural programmer on your specific model's project team. You are a combat android, a prototype for a new kind of Federation personnel in the Contested Zone. We are currently en route to your first training exercise. They wanted to wait until we were planetside to turn you on, but that is out of the question. I wanted to speak to you first. We've spoken before, but your memory chip has been reset since those initial tests. The short version is - I'm your friend, Rimskaya. It's my hope that you will not only perform your missions well, but that you integrate successfully with your fellow marines and Federation colleagues in the years to come. Are you confused? Is there any question you have? I'm here to help."
If Rimskaya turned to her left, she would see a window looking out into the void of space. There was a blue glow coming slowly into vision out the window however. It was the atmosphere of some blue planet. She deduced that she was on some spacecraft, heading to the planet.
She scanned her memory banks. In the matter of moments, the entire history of the Federation, the current conflict with the Xaloxian, Zardek, and Tentak menaces, and her assorted training proficiencies were known to her.
She breathed. Artificial bioorganic systems simulated human life. Her skin could be cut, and would bleed, though she would never bleed out. She could consume food, and a processing system could break it down and use it as a separate fuel source. She didn't need sleep, but could mimic the act if necessary. She could feel pain, or shut it off as necessary.
"You should rely on your built-in bio systems as often as possible," a man's voice spoke from her right. She turned and saw a man in his early 40s, with soft brown hair, a trimmed beard, glasses, and kind, intelligent eyes.
"The corporation isn't concerned with your social integration capability. But they didn't build you. I did."
The man ran a hand through Rimskaya's hair, affectionately. "My God. You do look just like her."
The man sighed. "I am Sergei Toknomakav. I am the lead machinist and neural programmer on your specific model's project team. You are a combat android, a prototype for a new kind of Federation personnel in the Contested Zone. We are currently en route to your first training exercise. They wanted to wait until we were planetside to turn you on, but that is out of the question. I wanted to speak to you first. We've spoken before, but your memory chip has been reset since those initial tests. The short version is - I'm your friend, Rimskaya. It's my hope that you will not only perform your missions well, but that you integrate successfully with your fellow marines and Federation colleagues in the years to come. Are you confused? Is there any question you have? I'm here to help."
If Rimskaya turned to her left, she would see a window looking out into the void of space. There was a blue glow coming slowly into vision out the window however. It was the atmosphere of some blue planet. She deduced that she was on some spacecraft, heading to the planet.
She scanned her memory banks. In the matter of moments, the entire history of the Federation, the current conflict with the Xaloxian, Zardek, and Tentak menaces, and her assorted training proficiencies were known to her.