Simmy's Questionnaire

I live in the eastern area of the known world, where all the docks and ships are, and I have a warehouse I put all my things in and where I sleep. It smells like salt a lot of the time and it rains too much for my liking.

I've lived here for about as long as I can remember, and I don't particularly like it. Some of the people who pass in and out of town call me a seagull because of my wings, and that really gets on my nerves.

My warehouse has a single main floor where most of my equipment is and an elevated loft where I put my bed. No, I do not stuff my pillows with my own feathers! Shut up!

I don't know.

I'm not an idiot, I have looked into figuring out where the money in my bank account comes from. It gets transferred through multiple companies and then the trail just stops with an unnamed transfer. The only way I could investigate further is by breaking into the bank itself that processes the transfers.

I don't like the thought that some creep is going to hold this money over my head later to try and get things from me, but I try not to think about it. Regardless, the money proves very useful for stocking my warehouse with tools for delicate electronics, metal processing, and a number of powerful computers for the sake of constructing the personality module... which hasn't gone very well yet.

I want to be the world's best roboticist. I want to be on all the textbooks, I want people to come to me and beg for my wisdom, I want people to be desperate to be my- I'm getting ahead of myself.

I also want to make a robot who will be my very best friend. It gets quiet in the warehouse since I haven't made a... successful robot yet. But as soon as I do! I'll be on the right track.

I wouldn't mind getting into a few scraps for this. (I even have a few ideas for ways I can make anyone in the world think twice before trying to fight me.) This is the direction my life is meant to be, I know it. If I die doing this... then that sucks, but I'm not going to change my plans for a minute.

The first time I almost made a robot work. It was a simple thing, essentially an arm on wheels, but when I saw it slowly trawling around and moving cans around, I felt this... rush. I was jumping up and down and throwing my wings in the air. It broke down shortly after, and I'm not very proud of how I reacted, but seeing that little robot moving around? I have never felt happier in my entire life.

It felt like... like if I was made for a purpose, then this was that purpose.

My new plan is to go find the way that those other weird people who come in and out of the world get their power and go do that. I need a leg up.

The person I'm closest to is me!~

Okay, fineeee. I'll actually answer the question. Hmph!

One person in my day to day would be Nora. She's one of the few individuals who encourages me to pursue my robotics projects. She's also one of those people who do 'things' to get power and go adventure around with it. I think she's probably attracted to me, but who wouldn't be, right?

Another person... maybe Tran would count. They’re my landlord, and they’re very very kind about the amount of times I’ve nearly started fires in my warehouse. I do my best to not piss them off because of that.

A third person would… have to be Mike. Mike is a bird enthusiast who keeps trying to take pictures of me and put it on his blog. I don’t particularly like Mike. One day he showed up with a literal jetpack to chase after me. When I confronted him, he tried stroking my feathers on the wing I was pointing at him with.

I don’t even know if he’s into me, that’s the weirdest thing. I think he just thinks I’m, like, a particularly exotic bird to put onto his blog. I don't like mike.

Parents? I had parents. They were... they were kind, and they looked... like me. They had wings.  I think they had wings too. My mom held me a lot and my dad worked a lot. Their names were…

Their names were… uh… 

…

Why can’t I remember my parents' names?

But- but school! I remember school, I was very good at school. I got bullied a bit but I managed to make a few friends who I… never get to see anymore. I guess they just… never really cared about me that much in the end? I thought we had- had gotten along during that one summer camp, but they must have ditched me after graduation I guess.

Their names were… were…

I can’t- Why can’t I- this isn’t- I’m forgetful, but why would I have forgotten this? This is… this is important, this is- it is- I swear it’s important- 

I need to lie down.