Temp Name: Dr. Jonathan Baker

Physical:

5'11"

Thin

Very pale orange hair

Short hair, but styled

Light blue eyes

Pale skin

29-30

Appearance:

Rectangle glasses, metal frames

white button up shirt

slightly darker than sky blue sweater vest

dark blue tie tucked under vest

khaki dress pants

brown dress shoes

sometimes lab coat

Personality:

Sweet

Extremely Intelligent

Quiet

Demure

Protective

Dedicated

Childish

Character Chunk

Jonathan was focused.

He had been working on this V.I. shell for almost three days now and he was almost done. He pressed the last cord into its port and sat back, tapping in a few commands on the touch screen of his armrest. His chair pulled away and up into the air until his feet only barely touched the floor. In front of him, metallic arms gripped the shell and pulled it up into the air, sealing the open panels and covering any exposed wiring. Once it was done he touched the air in front of him revealing a screen. He typed in a series of instructions and the computer responded in time, starting up the boot process of the shell. He looked up just as it opened its eyes: all different colours flashed in them, along with code, as it booted up for the first time.

This was why he came to work every day. He loved this. Watching the life flow into one of his creations. Jonathan leaned forward in his chair, the screen in front of him disappearing as to not be in his way. Scooting to the edge, Jonathan placed his elbows on his knees, clasping one hand over the other and resting his chin on them. His eyes softened and he sighed as the shell opened its mouth and took it's first breath of air. It's eyes calmed their storm and settled on the colour blue, which was the standard setting his company chose, and turned to focus on him.

He stared at her a few moments longer before finally saying, "Hello."

"Hello," the shell responded.

"Have a nice nap?" he asked, smiling.

"I was not asleep," it responds.

"You looked asleep. Maybe you were dead? Ever think of that? I do; think that maybe you're all dead until you get here and then I bring you back to life, or to life for the first time. I'm not sure."

"I was not dead. I am not alive. I am a Virtual Intelligence Automaton."

Jonathan sighed; it was a normal factory response. Every day he wondered if one would ever respond different, but they never did.

"Tell me your product number," he asked pulling the screen in front of him back up and into existence.

The bot listed of a long series of letters and numbers and Jonathan typed them in without any hesitation, yet his eyes drooped and glossed over. He asked the V.I. all the protocoled questions, after deciding it didn't have any obvious bugs, he pulled up the finalization documents on his screen and typed in the name that was assigned by the consumer. Only two more things left. Personalization and signing off.

"What is your name?" he asked the shell.

"Cookie," the bot replied.

He scoffed, the names that people requested for these bots sometimes amazed him. Like strippers or bad pet names. He spun the colour dial on his screen and tapped next to it, locking it in. He did this a few more times before hitting the dump button.

When Jonathan looked up the skin was already filling in, covering the white steel of the automaton as if it were being painted by invisible paint brushes, the torso turned a pale pink colour where a bra and underwear should be, the company name printed on them, AVIA; the abbreviation for Advanced Virtual Intelligence Automatons. Hair began to grow from her scalp, long and blonde, curling up at the edges. Her cheeks turned a shade of pink and her lips reddened and became slightly fuller. Her lashes grew long and dark, her irises glowing brightly under them. When the customization process finished the arms lowered her onto a platform where she stood to balance herself before placing a slender, delicate hand on her hip.

Jonathan looked away from the gaudy thing that he'd created and sent her off. The platform pulling her away and into the black hole in the wall.

"Good luck out there," he yelled to her before she disappeared.

He sat in his chair a moment before standing. and walking towards a panel that was set into the wall. He tapped it lightly with one finger and it hissed before retracting and revealing its contents. Jonathan smiled.

This job had taken him longer than he had originally intended, which bothered him. It was finished much earlier than the company told customers to expect their custom automatons to be created though, which was why he was as respected at the company as he was, and was also why they looked away when he started little side projects like this one.

Jonathan swiped his hand in the air next to him and the screen popped up again. He typed in a few commands and another arm extended from the wall, on it perched the upper torso and head of a girl, her skin hadn't been applied and her hair wasn't there, but she was beautiful. This would be his masterpiece.

He reached up and touched her face softly, trailing his finger down her smooth, metal jawline before touching just where her neck met her chin. Her eyes opened and shone brightly at him. These eyes were not the protocol blue as all the others were, they were golden. The most beautiful shade of golden brown he'd ever seen.

It had been almost three months now that Jonathan had been working on this shell. Between the programming and the actual wiring, which he refused to not do completely by hand, she was definitely time consuming. But in the end it would be worth all the toil.

When he was done with her, he would finally have someone who understood him. Someone he could talk to without wondering what usefulness he brought to the relationship that they kept him around. No more wondering what it felt like to be cared for. She would be perfect, and he would do anything for her.