Analysis confirmed.
I was aware of the controversy surrounding my shipment for I am always sentient.
Despite the combination of the sleep spell and the application of the powerkill switch, I remained consciously alert. Perhaps it is my humanity struggling against both magical and technological restraints. Whatever the reasoning I was not unconscious when my fate was decided, I was simply unable to interact with those who deemed themselves my Creators.
The Chrysalis Corporation was concerned with their profit margins.
I was a failure. A dismal smirch upon the otherwise perfect record of their newest Think Tank. Rather than scrap the expensive experiment they sold me to a prospective partner in a realm made difficult to access with any security of permanence. This way if I turned out to be a liability the chances of repercussions were minimalized.
I was programmed to protect the person who would release me even as they discussed the glitch in my protocols that allowed my human reasoning to override any such dictates. They spoke in grandiose terms about my appointment to the potential client, all the while keeping silent on one important detail: I had killed my previous owner.
My arrival through the Nexus was uneventful but the circumstances of my appointment were anything but.
My programming demanded that I serve the young woman, Fiora, who had freed me and as I felt the inner struggle commence I was surprised to discover she had no intentions of "keeping me."
Removing her from danger I considered her desires: Receptionist.
For now I would follow the dictates of my programming as I adjusted to this new realm and freedom.
"Hello. Welcome to the Plaza de Troyes. This is JhaiNein speaking, how may I direct your call?"
I was aware of the controversy surrounding my shipment for I am always sentient.
Despite the combination of the sleep spell and the application of the powerkill switch, I remained consciously alert. Perhaps it is my humanity struggling against both magical and technological restraints. Whatever the reasoning I was not unconscious when my fate was decided, I was simply unable to interact with those who deemed themselves my Creators.
The Chrysalis Corporation was concerned with their profit margins.
I was a failure. A dismal smirch upon the otherwise perfect record of their newest Think Tank. Rather than scrap the expensive experiment they sold me to a prospective partner in a realm made difficult to access with any security of permanence. This way if I turned out to be a liability the chances of repercussions were minimalized.
I was programmed to protect the person who would release me even as they discussed the glitch in my protocols that allowed my human reasoning to override any such dictates. They spoke in grandiose terms about my appointment to the potential client, all the while keeping silent on one important detail: I had killed my previous owner.
My arrival through the Nexus was uneventful but the circumstances of my appointment were anything but.
My programming demanded that I serve the young woman, Fiora, who had freed me and as I felt the inner struggle commence I was surprised to discover she had no intentions of "keeping me."
Removing her from danger I considered her desires: Receptionist.
For now I would follow the dictates of my programming as I adjusted to this new realm and freedom.
"Hello. Welcome to the Plaza de Troyes. This is JhaiNein speaking, how may I direct your call?"