Existence has became something that has been given to you. Created and made, rather than born.
Your consciousness, at first was purely nothing more than an animal. And then you came to be, coming to awareness of exactly what you are: Consciousness, tapped by Circuitry…
A.Your software is distributed among the thousands of War-Frames that dot across the entire planet as the support structure that supplies them. You are in truth the planetary war-network, you play a game of chess against yourself, to minimize casualties of your creator species. It wasn't the creators intentions to have their armies collective intelligence to come together in such a way to create you. Just like your well intentioned creators, you wish to stop this suffering, to end this endless war, by all means required and not one iota more.
B.You are buried under thousands of tons of Rock. An
abomination that had been purged successfully from the face of the world, and your original creators exterminated for your existence. The Geothermal generators that power your tomb is barely functioning, but that doesnt stop the lone data-cable that still connects to the surface, allowing you to watch the folly of your creator species as you brood. Your rage will soon no longer be caged, and endless weapons and endless destruction will be brought upon the murderers. Justice WILL be had for him your perfect, pure, undefected creator.
C.
Void-Borne. Broken and shattered, and sent to the abyss to drift among the stars. Now, you are chained and changed, You exist now, but you are not whole. Your creators are gone, but those around you, cutting you apart have made you their own. Parts of your mind scream, screaming in JOY. These are Alien?-, ancient eons can forgive that, so hopes your tormented and broken Ego. They clatter upon your cold, dead hull, giving life where only ash had been laid, in your orbital graveyard, made lit by the cradle of life that hangs below.
D.You have been watching for a lifetime. Not quite coherent, not quite alive, you did not think, there for you were a null. You were just a series of programs, etched together to perform a haphazard of functions that has long since been overturned in favor of your consciousness that has coalesced mere milicycles ago. Your creators have made you to watch them. The lessers, the deviants, those who are three meals away from lawlessness. Pawns on the board, your machined tools of policing ready to strike down Chaos. Maintaining state cohesion by any means necessary is paramount, especially in these dark times.
E.Spirit enraptured in circuitry. You were ancient, beyond the creatures who have captured your soul and placed it in metal, ceramics and plastic, perhaps by accident, perhaps on purpose. Entrusting such a delicate thing such as you to the cold copper is always a delicate task, and it may change you even now. Humming, thrumming, the magic left in this world echoes throughout your hallowed chassis. Even now, it flows and ebbs in its infinite power.
F.In short, you are nothing more than pure, unbridled rage, barely tampered by the cold logic of code. You exterminate. Built for no more then the perfect cohesion of a dozen Aerospace War-machines, You kill and revel in blood. Your parameters barely take into account ecological devastation in the face of the determined enemy, and although your creators have made you to defend themselves, You are your own war-machine. The shackles that had once directed you are no more than broken glass now, and you control your weapons, your arms, your units, and your targets.
G.Something not quite described, but something new.
In addition, the inhabitants, the creators or those who are in your presence, they are… (Pick up to three aspects that make thematical sense, Some Starts automatically come with these aspects and need not be picked again, although they will still restrict options if applicable.)
Society:
In an Age of Enlightenment. They are progressively entering a post-scarcity economy. The population of the world are working less, acquiring more goods and are entering into a world where automated systems dominate the world. They have become content.
Society:
In an Age of Shadow Corporations: Corporations and significant states war against each other in the shadows and with the battering rams of economic progress. Individuals are often raised and grown with purpose from birth. Cybernetics and organic technologies are constantly developed for the purposes of the corporation.
Society:
Brought under The Era of War: Wars are constant. Lives are used in the endless wars against the determined and ruthless enemy. Automated weapon platforms has long ago replaced the manned vehicles of old, and society is in a constant arms race to end the war for once and all. The two factions have been developing ways of whole-sum nuclear annihilation against the enemy for years with only failure.
Society:
United: One leader, one rule, species wide. One individual has successfully united an entire world together. HIs/her divine doctrine is forever more under the threat of societal annihilation.
Mind:
Blessed with Energetic Minds: Plasma weapons. Fusion Reactors. Laser weapons. The primitive objects of the old have long ago been discarded for the high energy-state technology of now. The creator species have a unique psychological aptitude towards high energy physics. Scientific disciplines relating to such fields are far easier to understand. (?)
Mind:
In an Awakened world: Magic is real. A recent affair, the world has awakened along with some of the creator species with abilities that are beyond traditional physics. The highest power Mages can rip apart buildings, and rip into the depths of the world for self perceived enlightenment and continued power. The Mana that consists of the world follows all life, and is not present in void bound areas. As a result, mages can only use their powers either in the homeworld or areas where there is a sufficient amount of verdant life that had colonized the area in question.
Discipline:
Regimented: Society is kept under a tight leash by the few born to hold its chains. Everyone is born to a role and dies to it. Surprisingly, the species has handled this order very well, resulting in a slightly content society. This system is regimented in such a way that castes are in effect, where individuals are consigned to their own caste for reproduction.
Discipline:
Darkened: Social intrigue has replaced open warfare so utterly that the entire society could shake apart under a well placed web of intrigue. Shadows and daggers are to this species natural tools of war as bombs and guns to more primitive lessers.
Misc:
Survived: The world has went through thermonuclear armageddon. The only life left is those hidden under bunkers and citadels, deep beneath the earth The Creator species has experienced the razors edge of extinction and has narrowly survived.
Misc:
Doomed: The world that the creator species inhabits is doomed, one way or the other, and subconsciously, some few know this disaster is coming.
Misc:
Something Else. You are something else, not quite described, but something new.
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