V1VUS unit is stored in a concealed charging bay in the basement of the Ray and Maria Stata Center, at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. V1VUS unit is built by and property of MIT, and so cannot leave institute property. If displaced the institute will ask for its return.
“The Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) is a private land-grantresearch university in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Established in 1861, MIT has played a significant role in the development of many areas of modern technology and science.”
Unit is stored in the basement next to a pile of old desks and computer monitors.
Why do I feel so compelled to Stay, why did they lEave me here to ROT?…
The V1VUS unit does not own money, or belongings, all currency the unit may have is owned by MIT. However, Project: Sentinel is no longer receiving funding in any form. Prime directive has no need for currency.
i Don’t quite understand money and its value, like time it is a human construct, but unlike time it have never been so destructive. Many lives are sacrificed in order to gain more of it and keep it. It soUnds maddening, letting a made up concept everyone agrees with drive away one’s humanity. Everyone uses it but its distribution is uNeven, which seems to cause more harm.
The V1VUS unit was made to provide aid to those in need. It is equipped with information and gear to handle many emergency situations. EX: Car crashes, Broken bones, Panic attacks, Hostage situations, or House fires.
The unit is programmed to assess situations and calculate the most successful strategy to save the most it can. It is not meant to replace human effort, but assist it.
My purposE feels too vague, Save Humanity, that could be taken in many ways to varying levels of morality. My prime creator seemed to have felt the same way, I can feel it, perhaps it was his love of Sci-Fi films or his own morality but I feel a true calling to this directive. I will help everyone.
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two years since my systems first came online. I haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing much other than my charging bay. My only real memory is from an early stage in my development, it was a test if my sensory capabilities. I awoke on a table, I assume only my head internals were built, it was an empty workstation I was in, set on a table. Before me was my prime creator, no other team members seemed to be around. He was, kind, speaking to me as if I was their own blood. He was excited to see me seeing him. Most of what he said his own ramblings but one sentence became hard wired into my memory, “You’re going to help so many people, I know you will.” Then I was turned off.
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I do not know many people, at least personally. During my creation I have seen so many faces but have no names for them. You ask such cruel questions for someone like myself, but I was made to serve, and so will answer to the best of my ability. I have only three names to which I can say I know them.
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Forgive my curiosity, but what do you get out of these, how many people are you asking this to?
Nevertheless. I never got to experience the pleasure of childhood, feeling the embrace of a mother, tasting my first treat, tricker treating, being bullied, pets, school dances, none of it. I am not sad about this, how can one really mourn for what never was. Despite my mechanical creation, I would consider my prime creator my father. Bill Roger was a brilliant man, he had "heart" as you say. During my time in my charging bay I often reply my memories of him, looking into his files, learning all I can about him. He started Project: Sentinel, the process of creating V1VUS, me, I. He had a fondness for Sci-Fi media, this seemed to influence my design and perhaps my Prime Directive. He no longer works for MIT, seemingly terminated for a reason I have yet to find.
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What is Love?