December 1st. 2005.
The ginger haired scientist paced.
Two tries and the government defunded him.
He scratched his thick beard, groaning. He had done so well! If only he had more money and time! Beady blue-green eyes stare ahead, into the monitor.
And so, Alexander Kimball, MIT graduate, robotics major, stood.
Brushed his coat off.
And went to code.
It took too long for the third. He was getting quicker. It helped that he had an assistant, a Duncan Jones, but the man stank of cheap alcohol and despair, but was still a great logician. Duncan was a short blonde man with violet eyes, a limp and a fierce stubbornness. Duncan peered over his clipboard, shaking awake his boss. "Hey, Alex? Alex! Doc!" Jolting awake, a paper stuck to his cheek, Alex stares at Jones. "Right. Get going. You need rest." He acknowledged, nodding himself awake.
"Wasn't about me. About you. You need rest Doc. You can't go on like this. I get you're close, or as close as I'm to get, but you're human."
"Nonsense!" He argued, sputtering. "I don't need rest, but progress! And I'm making it! Quick, reset the prototype, I've an idea for the fourth prototype."
"Alex." Alex himself looks to the monitor, tapping away.
"Alex!" He continues tapping, muttering about neurological coding and ideas.
"KIMBALL!" At this Jones slaps Alex, a hard and quick smack to the cheek. "You. Need. Rest. Go, sleep. The prototype will still be here."
"And if it isn't? If the Agency, or the government break in?"
"I'll call Zoey."
He grumbles, tired but stubborn. "Fine. You too."
January 11th. 2011.
AdminKimCan you hear me?
K1M Yes.
AdminKim What is my name?
K1M Alexander.
He'd made real progress. The circuits whirred as the prototyped (dubbed 'Systematic Processing Unit Model 10', for long, 'K1M-DJ10' for medium. Oliver for short.) android's code responded to stimuli.
"Duncan, we've made progress. He's online. And playing chess!" Duncan peers over to see Alex losing badly to his own 'son'.
"Looks like Greek to me. Crown is king, right? You're doomed man." Alexander sighs, rubbing his eyes.
"I am. But it's good! The logic and planning is going along! We just need to run a few more tests and then we can use the shell." The shell referred to a body built by Duncan's own assistant, a Zoey Ross, an energetic pink wearing ginger with a taser and hammer, as well as a love for mechanics. Right. The shell. Looked like Alexander, but green eyes and shorter hair. Hair never grew and anything consumed was broken down to provide fuel. Sleep was also factored in, as was genuine reactions, and it was decided to be a toggle switch for the processing delay.
November 11th. 2011.
It worked.
Plain and simple.
It. Worked.
He came online, said hello, and oriented himself.
Plain and simple.
Bright green eyes switched on, processing began. Circuits whirred silently as he walked about, staring and asking questions. His name. How many tries. Everything. Despite having a literal library of information stuffed in him he was still young, naive, stupid if you will. It'd take time for him to really learn.