YA
(#28355520)
Level 1 Coatl
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Energy: 29/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
8.06 m
Wingspan
7.86 m
Weight
1076.58 kg
Genetics
White
Iridescent
Iridescent
Carmine
Butterfly
Butterfly
Obsidian
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
Y .X△ .
The Yottabyte Array [img]buy me art lol[/img] ~ unfeeling • robotic • intelligent
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"My dear Miss Glory, Robots are not people. They are mechanically more perfect than we are, they have an astounding intellectual capacity, but they have no soul." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~–Karel Capek
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profile by epher #101073, lore by Xarina, FL/GHT graphics by Missy #451095
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And so it began. Pulling Ashe's arrows from in between miniature sleek metal "feathers," welding over clear slashes from the blades of the children of FL/GHT, and spending so long first attempting to understand and then repair the marvel of modern technology that was the Yottabyte △rray. They had begun to call her by that name, something engraved on one of the many connected motherboards within her systems - "Yottabyte △rray 2.395" welded onto "Yottabyte △rray 2.396" - and, as they worked on her in between emergency cases and the occasional reboot of friends and family within the FL/GHT junkyard, they found themselves becoming... attached. Sure, the occasional side-eye from the Diplomacy faction would make them question the integrity of bringing back one of Project's latest inventions - "If you can't align its interests with FL/GHT, what will that do to our image, or worse, our people?" - but the questions could do little to dissuade the Innovators and Engineers as they repaired the brand new prototype. SYSTEMS... ON... LINE... How many had been sent to the Scrapper for having lost "System Designation: Y△" in the depths of the junkyard, and in a battle with the rusted resistance, no less? Was the latest Actuator core design used in her final repair a remnant of one of those punished for her presumed destruction at the hands of FL/GHT that day? More uncomfortable questions such as these arose with every fix the Medics engaged in, every rescue they revived, every technological development. But in this moment, as Y△'s speakers indicated her connection to Sornieth once more, there were only cheers from the depths of the junkyard. "And what network, exactly, is she connected to?" the sharp voice of ROM, one half of a previous data processing model and now co-leader of FL/GHT's intelligence unit, cut through the celebrations like a knife. If anyone would know about this, it was he and RAM, and he seemed coldly aware of something the others were not. Or maybe it was that this draconic construct, unlike he and RAM, had been engineered to be both halves of the process without the need for the pain and separation and memory loss and-- no, not like that, he couldn't think like that. No, this one was in a worse state, in many ways, for as he looked her over, he realized that the way he had come to love RAM, the way he had made decisions for himself and she for herself, all of the things that made them individuals... were not here. This creature was all metal and lights and wires and sleek, beautiful, glorious emptiness. It seemed Project had learned from their mistakes with RAM and ROM. And now that the Y△ prototype was reconnected, they might well be aware that she had not been truly lost. Recognition flashed in the eyes of some of the Innovators. Surely it was the FL/GHT network she had locked into, right? They had been so sure that they had programmed her to do so... but what about those aspects that had remained intact after the latest attack? The pieces of her that were not toyed with for fear of destroying her completely? There was a guilt that hovered over them, then, a deep uncertainty of actions they had, not moments before, been certain were the proper ones to take. CONNECTION HUB: FL/GHT SERVER 005. DATA BACKUP 1: UNKNOWN. DATA BACKUP 2: UNKNOWN. DATA BACKUP 3: FL/GHT SERVER 009. DATA BACKUP 4: FL/GHT SERVER 002. DATA BACKUP 5: UNKNOWN... Impressive, how many potential servers she continued to list, in excess of the number FL/GHT had at their disposal. Concerning, how so many remained unknown, even versus the amount that were listed as "unconnected." Unsettling, too, how the command "disconnect from all unknown servers" was met with that mockery of a feminine voice stating "ERROR - COULD NOT DISCONNECT FROM SERVER TYPE: 'UNKNOWN.'" She was too great a risk. She was too great an asset. Project would surely be coming for her. She was needed in the fight against Project. She would lead to the deaths of many. She would allow for the rescue of many more. And within the circuits and wires and meticulously designed outer shell, nearly indistinguishable from a living, breathing Coatl, the Yottabyte △rray simply recorded her saviors determining her fate with empty, brightly shining eyes.
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