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RK900's pov
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There was nothing- if nothing were a dark abyss, completely surrounding the newly awakened android. As it stared blankly into the infinite void, shapes and colors began to appear. Soon, instead of standing on the edge of a dark endless nothing, the RK900 was idle on a white platform in the middle of a beautiful garden. An empty garden.
A bench was a few steps behind the idle machine, and so it decided to back up, and take a seat. It scanned it's surroundings, but all it got was two glitchy words.
> Z3N G4RDEN
It attempted again to scan the place, hoping to gain some insight on why it was here in this odd virtual environment, but alas, nothing of use popped up in it's vision.
Something else did pop up, though, in the corner of his eye. A figure, glitching frequently, and half-hidden by static and moving pixels. Another message greeted the confused machine.
> AaM64m7AN5nD4A?? ?
The RK tilted it's head, blinked once, and the figure was gone. Before it could even begin to speculate who or what the broken AI used to be, the Zen Garden simulation began to shut down, and the android was thrown back into familiar darkness.
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Without warning the RK900's vision filled with light as it's eyes really opened, and quickly adjusted to their new surroundings. It was standing in the center of an empty white room, with only one door and no windows. The only light was from panels on the ceiling. There were speakers in the upper corners of the room, which promptly crackled to life.
"RK900, state your name."
The voice of Elijah Kamski, the creator of all androids, and founder of CyberLife."I do not have a name registered,"
The android stated bluntly."Of course-..."
Sentence cut off, some mumbling and muttering followed the unfinished statement.The man sounded... tired.
"RK900, state your.. purpose."
"My purpose is to obey. I am capable of doing many jobs, but my main function is to carry out missions assigned to me by my registered owner, or by CyberLife directly."
"Hmm. Yes, that is correct..."
More mumbling and rustling of paper."RK900, register owner...
..Gavin Reed."
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