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Her name is Jammer. At first glance she looked like a human Short, lithe, skinny hips and almost flat-chested. She sported ragged jeans and a brown coat, and her head was topped with a shock of black hair. A purple streak fired down the side of her head like a messy highlight. That's when the average person notices her all-black eyes with brightly-burning purple dots in the center. Her right arm was a rusted, bare-bones construction that looks almost skeletal. Each movement she makes echoes with a squeak, whir or buzz. Tonight, she's got a song to play. She pushed open the dusty doors to Abandon Manor. Cobwebs and the misty remains of ancient history wafted through the air as the massive doors creaked open loudly. Her optical lights glowed brightly in the contrast of the darkness filling the entrance, the little dots leaving trails in the inky black as her gaze zipped side to side. Clutched at her side was an old electric axe, six strings tuned to perfection on an old instrument as beaten and worn as the gynoid holding it. A few charms hung off a chain wrapped around the exposed parts in her metal arm and rattled quietly as she made her way into the depths. The doors slammed shut behind her, leaving her in unbearable umbra. She grit her jaws in frustration as emotional programming started to boot that told her she was terrified. When you're an android there's no such thing as conditioning yourself to dull your emotions. If you have emotion programming, it comes up -every time-. Fortunately for Jammer, she knew her own programming inside and out. She simulated a few deep breaths and clutched the charms around her wrist. After a few moments the programmed response left her just as she knew it would. Still shaking lightly, she continued through the darkness. |
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