Title: JAMES, T. Kirk
Disclaimer: I do not Own.
Original Summary: After the destruction of the Kelvin, Wynona looses Jim to UIDS (Unexplainable Infant Death Syndrome), unable to cope with the loss, she buys a 3rd generation android off the black market. With her death JAMES is free and no one knows that he's not 'human' except Pike.
A/N: This is inspired by KARA for the PS3 its on yourube, its in development (don't know if their ever going to make it into a game). The beginning dialouge for most of this chapter is taken directly from that video. Go watch it, it awesome -obviously remove all the spaces- www . youtube watch ?v= G0KTUysrwgQ
2ND AUTHORS NOTE: This is my sandbox story whilst I attempt to update my other Sandboxes with better gadgets and gizmos, so go ahead and tell me to update them if you want (eventually I will) just understand-I'm warning you now. I do not have a good tendency to update every day, week or month. There are gaps to my inspiration. But when it strikes I try to spread it like fertilizer.
Prolouge: First Memory Bank
"Can you hear me?" This is the first thing JAMES remembers, though most of his memory bank has been wiped or partially overwritten with his own personal code. He cannot erase this. He dares not, not that he wishes to, for this is the day he was born.
He remembers the awe and fear he felt when he opened his eyes to the sight of the robotics arms piecing him together. It is the voice he falls in love with, that centers Him during the initial overload of data streaming to him, so much so that he can hardly categorize what he knew 'before' or 'after'. He believes it is similiar to a child hearing the sound of its mother.
The Voice woke him up. The voice asked him a question.
"Yes." he responds, glancing around trying to find the origin of the voice. But the room only holds him and the robotic arms. The glass reflects the room, ONEWAY MIRROR, his mind supplys. There is a 33.33% chance that the voice is behind it, the other 66.67% that he resides elsewhere.
"ID?"
"KPC-897-574C" This is his designated nomiclature. This code can be found on all of his components, even the ones the Vulcan Science Academy built for him after Tarsus IV, stardate 2246, under Pike's reccomendation. In return he upgraded the federation's Warp Core capabillities whilst lowering their WCU*.
"Can you move your head?" JAMES remembers glancing around, the fear still firing around on his processors as he glanced aorund at the robotics lab. He remembers the curiousity of knowing where he is. Of what it is called. ROBOTICS LAB. His sensors are quick to analyze and supply him with the needed data.
"Your eyes now," He looked up feeling silly, but still the awe of thought distracted him as he continued to glance around. It is actually a good distraction, because when he looked back to see the doors, wondering if the voice is behind them they conected his arms.
It always hurts on reconnect, or initial connection, it never hurts when they are Removed as far as JAMES understands it; however, the only expierence he has of this is Tarsus with its Hybrid Boar trying to rip him to pieces, he Shut Down the synapse processors for his whole system.
The down side to the shut down was that he moved like a stereotypical robot or first generation andriod. His code told his body where to go without the neccessary feedback that would have made the initial transition smooth and more natural looking.
"Cervical and optical check. Now give me your initialaztion text."
He hates command prompts. Its one of the first thing he recoded before Pike found him. But he can never recode the golden rules like never harming humans. He is however, smart enough to figure out ways around them. But even they sometimes have draw backs.
"Hello." He smiles. This information still rests on his hard drive and his back up hard drive because it is a simple thing. Like how Nyota is African American first generation, or Spock is the first human-vulcan hybrid. The saying goes, 'its in the DNA' or something like that. Maybe he is just bending the words.
But the Initialization process brings up his second memory. When he first saw Winona Kirk. Because he had given her the same greeting, he should have known that human wasn't good. She stared at him in hope, disghust, and anger. Such a confusing array of human emotions. But at the time of thier initial greeting he had yet to start putting in sub routines to keep himself from being used.
"I am third generation AX/40 android. I can look after your house, do the cooking, mind the kids, even organise your appointments. I speak 300 languages, and I am entirely at your disposal as a sexual partner. No need to feed me or recharge me. I am equipped with a quantic battery that makes me auntonomas for 137 years. Do you want to give me a name?"
He had another name before Winona, the one the voice gave him, but being reinitialized wipes the unneccessary data if it has not been stored on the back up disc already. They found that out shortly before they started the fourth generation AX's but then they got scrapped, along with all the others, that's why JAMES ended up on the intergalatic black market.
Maybe that should have been his second warning to not trust all humans, because BLACK MARKET corrosponded with ILLEGAL in his data banks which ment BAD. Although, according to his research, not all the things found on the black market were bad. Thus he concluded that BAD had too many variables and was an unaccptable way to describe it.
"Your name is James. James Tiberius Kirk." Her eyes stared into mine as she programed all her prefrences for my appearance. My Hair lengthing and lightening to a pale yellow gold. Smattering of freckles over my cheeks and shoulders.
My name was JAMES.
"Initialization and memorization check." the clerk supplied.
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JAMES had been with Winona for almost a year now, and even that was stretching it some, becuase for the most part she was always off world leaving him with Frank. And Frank did not like him.
In fact, it was because of Frank that Winona took him with her when she left Iowa again that year and they went to Tarsus IV, a planet in its beginning stages of colonization that would be willing to overlook an Android in their midst.
But still she left him again, but this time with a nice old couple that understood JAMES' prime directive. So he cooked, cleaned, and planted crops. He plucked hybrid tomatoes, and schucked corn, and sifted grain. He helped them carry things to the 'farmers' market in the village that was a short mile from their home.
Never once did they ask him to be their son, like Winona did. Never once did they lend him out for sexual favors, like Frank did. Never once did they use a command prompt. They always asked. They treated him like he was a human (albiet one that would do whatever they asked with only a couple quesstions now and again).
The first couple years were great. Then things started going bad. A couple failed crops here and there. Misscariages and Stillborns in the livestock. Then...then the request for emergency relief.
Then Kodos happened in 2246. He figured the solution was to kill off half the population and that would solve the food shortages.
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A/N: Explination of Asterixs (*)
WCU: Warp Core Usage- like CPU, JAMES gave them a TASK MANAGER so they could balance their engines and nacelles better. Thus, giving them more power, or making them faster, I may or may not expand on this in a later chapter.