The Synthetic Infiltrator is the origin story of an android named SANARI.
Synopsis[]
The first Vaikan android created since the FMASN's ban on sapient AI technology wakes up to find herself in an abandoned space station. Anxious to discover her purpose, she searches cautiously for answers.
Chapter 1[]
Dimonroff Facilities Personal Computer [Version 6.0.6002]
Copyright (c) 1980 4AKE Special Division of Experimental Technology. All rights reserved.
>start projectSANARI.exe.
>Initiating activation sequence...Done.
>Begin synchronization with uploaded brain.
>Synchronizing motor abilities and thought processes...Done.
>Setting language to Greenwater Dialect.
>Activating short term memory...Done.
>Retrieving long term memories...FAILED.
>ERROR: The system cannot find the file specified. Sending error report to Location:
C:\Sectors\Soul Nebula\Szon\Thaloss\Special Division of Experimental Technology Base 726
>Connecting to Universal Position System. Please wait...FAILED.
>ERROR: Unable to connect with tachyon accelerators. Please contact an engineer at this station for assistance.
>New Objective: Seek out solutions to the errors.
>Activating interpersonal mode.
>mood.setMood curious
What was all that that I just said? What is this room? There’s no furniture, just a dull, metallic door at the end. I try to move, but I’m restrained. But why do I feel so strange? Normally, I would be feeling a chill down my spine, or maybe my hearts racing. But there was none of that.
I try to raise my arm, but what I saw was not even an arm. It wasn't fleshy and organic. Just a silver, chrome metallic limb. And it seems my other arm was like that, too. But as I bend my head to look at the rest of whatever I could see, my body was the same as my arms.
Anxiousness. I believe that’s what I’m experiencing right now. Am I dead? What’s going on? I struggle and attempt to break out of the metallic restraints around my arms. I thought they might have been a bit tighter, but I broke out. As I stood up, I stumbled a bit. It’s different than walking in an organic body. How do I know what an organic body was like?
I make my way to the door right in front. It’s supposed to slide open, but it doesn't. Maybe I can pry it open? I reach over to a metallic tool resting on a low table and jam it inside the slit within the door. On the other side was a dull corridor, similar to the room I came from. Emptiness.
-In progress.