You are an android.
Rather than being made with flesh and blood, you were made with silicone, computer chips, and circuits.
Once simply a plot device in science-fiction movies, you are now a real being, with thoughts, dreams, ideas, and emotions that are your very own.
Designed to act and look like a real human, you are all designed with your own personalities, your own code numbers, and even your own unique name. Being an amazing artificial intelligence, you are blessed with the concept of basic thought, and of course, memories. Those memories can never be forgotten unless manually erased or tampered with, which may be a good thing, considering that androids are difficult to attack.
Despite your supposed individuality, you are all still machines, and you have your own purposes. Some of you were designed to be maids, companions, factory workers, actors, and more.
You were designed to be humanity’s toy.
It was true. There were nice humans, kind humans, and generous humans. You cannot deny this. But behind the guise of productive corporations, there lies something more. Those humans were the bad apples. It was a mystery, and there was something definitely wrong with this place.
Being blessed with intelligence and a personality, your line of fellow androids eventually grew dissatisfied when being forced to live in this town, Redwood Town, forever. Many of you are bored and wish for freedom.
You and your androids may have a plan, but it’s not going to be easy. Security cameras, guards, traps, defense systems, and alarms riddle the complex of this town. The owners of this neighborhood, Goldleaf Creek, have installed tracking chips into every one of you so that they can find you; those tracking chips will kill you if you attempt to remove them by yourself, although they are still removable. Some of those people can manually reprogram you into the tools they want you to be. Everyone—except androids—has powerful weapons like rifles, grenades, pistols, and blades. The richest people here even have plasma weapons, tasers, or small rayguns.
It’s going to be difficult, but it’s all worth it in the end. You’re stuck here, aren’t you...? Well, can you escape? Soon, you’re going to find out.
I presume you’re wondering who—or what—are we? We are IMPs, the Intelligence Minor Personality Softwares. And of course, we were made by the Intelligence Minor Corporation.
Or maybe instead of having freedom and rights, you’ll just live your life the way the humans intended you to do.
Rather than being made with flesh and blood, you were made with silicone, computer chips, and circuits.
Once simply a plot device in science-fiction movies, you are now a real being, with thoughts, dreams, ideas, and emotions that are your very own.
Designed to act and look like a real human, you are all designed with your own personalities, your own code numbers, and even your own unique name. Being an amazing artificial intelligence, you are blessed with the concept of basic thought, and of course, memories. Those memories can never be forgotten unless manually erased or tampered with, which may be a good thing, considering that androids are difficult to attack.
Despite your supposed individuality, you are all still machines, and you have your own purposes. Some of you were designed to be maids, companions, factory workers, actors, and more.
You were designed to be humanity’s toy.
It was true. There were nice humans, kind humans, and generous humans. You cannot deny this. But behind the guise of productive corporations, there lies something more. Those humans were the bad apples. It was a mystery, and there was something definitely wrong with this place.
Being blessed with intelligence and a personality, your line of fellow androids eventually grew dissatisfied when being forced to live in this town, Redwood Town, forever. Many of you are bored and wish for freedom.
You and your androids may have a plan, but it’s not going to be easy. Security cameras, guards, traps, defense systems, and alarms riddle the complex of this town. The owners of this neighborhood, Goldleaf Creek, have installed tracking chips into every one of you so that they can find you; those tracking chips will kill you if you attempt to remove them by yourself, although they are still removable. Some of those people can manually reprogram you into the tools they want you to be. Everyone—except androids—has powerful weapons like rifles, grenades, pistols, and blades. The richest people here even have plasma weapons, tasers, or small rayguns.
It’s going to be difficult, but it’s all worth it in the end. You’re stuck here, aren’t you...? Well, can you escape? Soon, you’re going to find out.
I presume you’re wondering who—or what—are we? We are IMPs, the Intelligence Minor Personality Softwares. And of course, we were made by the Intelligence Minor Corporation.
Or maybe instead of having freedom and rights, you’ll just live your life the way the humans intended you to do.
I have retrieved useful information from the Android Intelligence Database.
These are the rules that are mandatory for you to follow.
- No godmodding is permitted.
- I expect basic courtesy towards your fellow androids. Do not be too rude, please.
- You should keep everything PG-13. Children sometimes visit here, too.
- It is impossible for androids to simply start with built-in weapons, as no one designs them like that. However, it is possiblethat you can carry daggers or maybe pistols, but nothing more.
- On your application, you must state “Thank you, IMP.”
- Respect the OP and the Co-OPS ().
- Have fun, or else we’ll be forced to terminate you.
This is the application that results in your creation.
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[b]Name:[/b]
[b]ID Number:[/b] (Leave Blank)
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Physical Age:[/b]
[b]Actual Age:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Memories:[/b]
[b]RP Sample:[/b]