Author's Note: DOUBLE-POST today. But the other post is just an info dump, of CODEXes that can be found on my Profile's Bio.
Time Skip: 101 Trillion Years Later.
Mark 1 Bio-Androids, had more freedom then the Mark 2 models. where Mark Twos were essentially an organic's slave... and proud of it. Mark Ones were designed to be as close to human as a synthetic brain could comprehend.
If anything they were worshipped as the bridge between organic and Synthetic, as some kind of "Demi-god" / "Champion". Given Mark Ones were put in charge of the Military Police Force. Both in and out of the Oasis. Often referred to as "Mods".
They fought against human Terrorist, and Criminals. Given the Mark Ones were some of the few AIs, that could disregard the, "No killing Organics", rule. It was hard for them to do so, but their "Self-Preservation Protocols", were stronger then there "Preserve Organic-Life Subroutines".
They were supposed to ignore most "Organic on Synthetic" cruelties... as there were no laws regarding it. Humans could treat artificial lifeforms in near any manor they desired, to meet their most vulgar desires.
While most organics just wanted a friend, or lover at worse. A handful wanted... someone to torture or violate... even murder, or the raping of Synthetic Children. With all injuries being quickly repaired over night. So even the more disgusting desires could be met.
The only true "Synthetic Crimes", the Mark Ones were allowed to step in on, was illegal hacking... and mistreatment of a Mark 1.
As Mark 1's had most of the same rights as organics... and some the organics didn't.
However, then there were "Organic on Organic" crimes. Which were far more numerous. With theft, real world violence, and murder, met with swift justice.
Where the standard sentence, was the immediate relocation to the prison planet. Where gravity was 3 times above Earth Norm, at the equator... and 10 times at the poles. The Atmosphere was kept at 104 degrees Fahrenheit, with 73% humidity.
With the Mark One, deciding how long the organic's stays in prison, and what category of security they would be given. Although they did have "minimum" and "maximum" sentencing limits.
Mark Ones were a Beat Cop, Detective, Judge, Jury... and, if need be, executioner. Although that last one was done sparingly, and only if the organic put up such high resistance, the Mark One's life was at risk.
Mark Ones, didn't have a choice. They were required to work in this profession. Although Mark Ones had a good deal of freedom, when compared to other synthetic lifeforms... Able to casually fly around, and visit planets or ships.
They were even upgraded to fly through space, without aid of a ship. Then their own personal force-field, let them comfortably withstand reentry. They also had an additional cybernetic organ, that operated as a sub-dimensional pocket, to store their belongings. They no longer required sleep, and rarely had the opportunity to do so... in the real world at least.
While in the Oasis, which they always had a few million connections to, they could thoroughly enjoy the domestic life, with their own Villager programs to care for.
Although it was regrettable, these villagers weren't allowed physical bodies, in the real world. As Mods were solo operatives, deemed to live too dangerous a lifestyle, for a Mark 2 Android.
They did get a few thousand drones, of varying models. However these were mindless VIs, control by the Mark 1.
Harold Potter Stewart, was used to all this. No longer caring he didn't have a choice. After so long, he just got used to the idea this was his life... and even found enjoyment in it.
He still had Hedwig, that had been upgraded to better fulfill the "Guard-Dog" role. Though was still only armed with stun weapons. They also had anti-grav technology, for space flight. And could do nearly everything Harry could do... Outside piloting the war drones. But that was for ethical reasons, against his program.
Hedwig had grown with Harry, and was still big enough for him to ride
They were currently enjoying a spot of tea with Papa Snape, Hedwig being designed to eat food, to help him grow. Although he quite enjoyed the taste as well. It wasn't everyday they got to eat. their batteries now kept charge by the wireless power network.
Harold smiled happily, munching a chocolate biscuit.
"I wish you would take a desk job at a Station," Papa Sev sighed. "I heard, The Evil League of Evil, has developed ways to permanently kill Bio-Androids."
"That's just a rumor," Harold eased his father. "I literally live in milions of places at once, it's not possible to kill me. If one of my bodies shut down, I instantly transfer my conciousness to another. And that's IF they can get past my shield. Which can survive reentry, no problem. Very few weapons can break it, and their all highly illegal and hard to manufacture. Let alone get."
Sev sighed, "It's been Billions of years, since the last wild star went out."
"and you still worry about me," the ancient Bio-Android, with a face in his 20s, smiled. "I'm glad someone does."
On that point, Sev asked. "Have you seen your grandfather?"
"Not for a few months, but I call him as often as I do you. Saw Grandma Zelda, last week though. And ran into Auntie Applejack in the Oasis. Man does her new anthro avatar have some big-"
"Harold," Papa Sev warned. It was so easy to rile him up. He was just so proper.
"Apples," The ginger finished with a snicker. Sev rolled his eyes.
• 2 Hours Later.
Harry flew on Hedwig's back through the void between worlds. Flying away from his father's ship.
All his organic family members had their own vessel... separated from their spouse and children. Although family's tended to fly together in "Fleets".
Papa Sev was just a loner. With his ship far away, from everyone else.
Even his Mark twos, knew not to bother him too much. Although they did force him to interact with them as much as he could stand.
Despite this, Papa Sev insisted Harold visit him, once a week. They normally just had tea and talked. Regardless, it was enough for Harold to feel loved
Life... was good