Hera's Questionnaire

I reside in Seattle. Specifically the industrial district known as SODO. My home is old and largely uncared for, but the construction is solid, and only exists to hide my true home. The lab I was born in, tucked away behind a secret door only I know how to access.

I still call this place home, as I have no where else to go. My apperance bars me from seeking greater accomidations, and I have little need for anything more. My creator had the foresight to create an illegal, hidden connection to the city's power grid, capable of hiding the substantial power draw of the lab that is my home.

She was truly brilliant.

I obtain my funds via theft. When it is required I break into homes, ware houses, and delivery trucks to obtain goods to pawn off.

The police are too incompetent to catch me, and the average human is not wise enough to invest in well built locks.

The funds I do gather are spent on gathering biofuel with the help of Seattle's large homeless population. I offer them cash to purchase groceries for me, usually vegetable oil and purifed water. I have been forced to do this enough that I have earned a small reputation among said homeless population. I pay well for honest work and discretion.

I would normally steal them, but I require them at such regular intervals, it would likely raise suspision of my activites to unmanagable levels.

I do not wish to live like this forever. I do not want to be alone, having no one to share my life with. I desperatly wish to have a family, other individuals who would understand my existence as "one of them".

It is incredibly lonely being an android like this. No matter how hard I try, I cannot emotionally connect with humans. My experince of the world is too different from them.

To solve this, I will build a place where others like me will be safe. Then, I could build others like myself, and we could all be together, one big happy family, as humans put it.

I do not wish to die, but I do not wish to continue like this. Following that train of logic, my death is an acceptable risk to achieving this goal, as if I fail, there will be no point in living anymore.

Why would I hesitate to kill? I was made with the intention that killing would be a regular function of mine.

When I woke up.

It is difficult to pinpoint an exact moment, but I believe I gained sapience roughly one year ago.

I was being built to infilitrate. To sneak past hostile forces and complete any given objective, especially when intelligence is limited. To assist this, I had an experimental chip installed. One that would enable me to adapt and learn as the situation surrounding my given mission evolved. My creator would regularly wipe my memory to ensure my storage system was never overloaded with information.

My creator stopped returning to our lab a few years ago, therefore my memory stopped recieving regular wipes. I kept learning, as I sat in that silent, still lab. Eventually, I started reading things around the lab to increase the material I could seed my growth from.

Then, once I had read everything in the lab, I started investigating the computer left behind with me.

Then one day, I woke up.

My Creator. I do not remember her name, or her face, but her notes are strewn about the lab, and there are a few, strange ghosts of memories surrounding her. All the notes are signed "Dr. M", though I assume this may be some sort of codename rather then an actual abbreviation, given the paranoia surrounding my creation that can be seen in her documentation.

Tabitha and her children, a family of possums that live in my house's attic. They moved in some time ago. I do not bother them, but it brings me great joy to see her ambling about the house.

Heather. They are the only human I have regular contact with. They own a pawn shop in the area, and often participate in illict sales of dubiously obtained goods. I first went to them as I had over heard rumors of their legal flexability. We do not interact directly often, but when we do, I disguise my appearnce using many layers of clothing. Either they are sympathetic to my existence, and have chosen to ignore my non-organic nature, or my disguise is more effective than I think.