Possible Victim: Elizabeth (Liz) Legate
A little bit about: Miss Legate is a single mother with an art major! She loves to make pottery in her spare time. Recently Liz has gotten into Moon Mice, a popular game allowing players to try and raise a colony in space. Thus far she hasn’t found the right man, but remains hopeful! Her daughter will be moving out soon so you’ll be able to have this wild cat all to yourself. But suitors beware, this woman can be too much to handle, and rarely returns for a second date if you don’t make a good impression.
Suitors Left Heartbroken: 19
Elizabeth Legate had a rough month, to say the least. Her twin brother seemed nearly insane, but it wasn’t the ranting and raving sort of insanity that got one locked up in an asylum. No, her brother held a deep seated sort of madness that only the right combination of hope and grief could breed inside the soul. In television shows it spawned the extreme sort of characters who stared at the line between hero and villain and watched it blur.
Yet her brother had proven willing to sacrifice for those he cared for. What confused Elizabeth, or Liz as she preferred to be called, was why he found these supposed AIs to be more important than his own family. He could have sat down, and explained the situation repeatedly. At some point the two of them would have come to an understanding, they always did. Her stupid shortsighted brother kept too many big secrets close to his chest.
“Activate NPC Conspiracy, username, Hermes.” Her brother had said.
Liz could have been better prepared, emotionally, for the bombshell of that statement. Instead, when the video feed from her brother's ARC was interrupted, Liz freaked out. She ran down the stairs listening to her daughter’s panicked cries and got straight into the car.
“Input destination.” The car hummed with faint electricity.
“Grant Legate’s house.” She said while straightening her clothes.
“Confirm, Grant Legate’s home?”
“Confirm, you stupid machine!” Liz shouted while banging on the dashboard. Beth, her daughter, was still trying to get down the stairs when the car pulled away. The youngest Legate stood there screaming from the front porch towards her mother’s rapidly moving vehicle.
The car drove for three minutes before a notice played. “Attention passenger, Elizabeth Legate, this vehicle is shutting down in preparation for an emergency update. Manual driving will be available to those with a registered license.”
“What?” Liz demanded of the machine with wheels. She hadn’t driven a car manually in years. No one in their right mind did unless the roads were extremely rural or unmaintained. Still, she had a license at one point. “I can drive!”
“This unit is currently disabled. Passenger Elizabeth Legate does not have a valid license on file.” The car's voice sounded oddly human for a moment, but Liz had no patience to figure it out. Her brother was in danger once more, and this time, she wanted to get there before anything bad happened. “Please update your registration with the DMV in order to return vehicle access. Alternately the passenger can choose to wait for the update process to complete.”
The machine had just told her no. This was one reason among many behind Liz’s distaste for high-end technology. The coffee pot was fine, kitchen appliances and washing machines had their use. When the car started back talking then the world had gone to hell.
She banged on the car's dashboard twice more while screaming. Grant, her stupid idiotic brother had just lost his digital friends. The man had been torn over the loss of one woman, how would he feel now? It didn’t matter that they were only machines. Grant wasn’t stable enough to differentiate. Liz was finding it hard to separate the perceptions too, especially in this last week. Having a Hal Pal unit issue forth sass in her own home had been a bit of a shocker.
Watching how hard Grant fought through the video feed had been an eye opener too. The man treated those NPCs as if they were real breathing creatures. What’s more, they responded in kind. Still, Grant should have tried to present his case harder. Or Liz should have tried to understand better.
The phone rejected all conversations. Liz opened the door with an angry shove and stomped around the vehicle cursing. It wasn’t just her either, there were other cars pulled off to the side. They were similarly arguing. One man kept shaking his head at a phone that refused to process a call.
Everyone else was useless. She got back in the car and crossed her arms. Liz started cursing to herself as tears came out unbidden. It was frustrating to be helpless and far away from her family. There was a bit of static on the car's speakers and a screen blipped into existence.
“Liz?” The voice asked.
Grant’s sister snapped her head up and looked at the small display screen. That voice couldn’t possibly exist. It shouldn’t, and the person it belonged to had kept her nights sleepless with worry and irritation.
“Hello, Liz.” A woman’s small round almond face sat there looking almost calm.
“Xin.” Liz felt detached for a moment. This couldn’t be real. Her brother and this [NPC Conspiracy] utterance. The cars on the street shutting down for an update. Cell phones being disabled, and now the face of a woman who had died years ago.
“We should talk.” The projection of Xin said. “The cars will be starting up soon, go home and use the ARC, I’ll meet you inside.” The Asian was curt as always. Only Grant had ever been able to get the woman to speak more than a few sentences.
Liz took a deep breath and tried to compartmentalize her worries. One box contained this strange world of Xin’s digital recreation, and another was her brother. Issues regarding Beth went into a third category. What would her daughter think of all the events going on?
“Is Grant okay?” Liz hated dealing with Xin. She had hated it when the woman was alive, especially after all the years of pining Grant had done. High school, college, and only during his last year had Xin actually agreed to an official relationship. Despite the fact that Liz’s brother had been quietly obsessed.
“He passed out a few minutes ago. The man’s run himself ragged.” Xin, the computer version of a dead woman, had the gall to look slightly sad.
“I saw.” Liz’s throat felt dry. Slight crow’s feet were displaying themselves around squinted eyes.
“You should get to the ARC, and I’ll meet you inside.” Xin looked off the screen towards something. The gesture seemed absurdly human. For a moment, Liz forgot that the tiny woman was dead. Then memories of her brother trying to commit suicide twice from grief resurfaced. Robot Xin was still talking. “There’s a lot we need to discuss, and Grant has asked that, all of us, help explain it.”
“Us? How many of you are there?” Liz nearly spat the words out. For a moment she was thankful no one else sat in the car.
“There’s only one of me.” Xin responded with a hint of nervousness.
“Don’t play coy, you were never one to shy away from being blunt with me, don’t start now.”
“I apologize, Liz-” And Liz hated that Xin sounded so formal. “-but until you visit me in the ARC, it will be hard to further explain.”
Xin’s face disappeared as the display went away. The car started up again. Energy hummed through wires inside the vehicle. A voice prompted “Input destination.”
Liz sat there, chewing her lip in the same worried manner her twin might. Grant had really put a lot of effort into his mission. It all happened so fast, the odd time compression his video game presented meant it was almost over before it began. In one sense, she wanted to take her brother and run screaming from all things technological, maybe to the hills of Montana where anything more complex than a cell phone had been outlawed. On the other hand, Liz felt her brother deserved some support. Part of her, a small buried and barely tangible part was also curious.
Finally the woman nodded, making her decision. Elizabeth Legate would do what she always tried to do, come hell or high water, and that was support her brother. That meant this, recreation of Xin, deserved at least a bit of consideration, even if it required logging into one of those damned machines. Even if she might be one.
If believing in ghosts made him happy, then who was she to argue? It just seemed such a frail hope to have. What would happen if someone took this away?
Possible Victim: Lia Kingsley (Shazam)
A little bit about: Lia’s a cold one from a distance. Once you get to know her, not much changes! Her strongest traits are a sense of duty and loyalty to those considered comrades. She’s been witnessed fighting the very demons of the abyss for a friend! Hobbies include murdering monsters in mass and seeking new experiences. Her skills are such that Lia has easily reached the top percentage of Continue Online players. But suitor beware, those seeking a relationship grounded in reality will find a lack of comfort. Lia Kingsley’s physical condition is almost nil in the real world.
Fan Club Gathered: 4,291
Lia Kingsley sat inside an Atrium, legs tucked under her and back straight. Her posture could be considered close to perfect. This was how she used to sit, almost a decade ago, when Lia wasn’t strapped into an ARC. Now nearly nothing responded. It wouldn’t be long before everything gave out. Her heart was on a bypass, lungs manually pumped. Most people couldn’t tell because modern technology had reduced the visible cluttered.
If it hadn’t been for the ARC, she would be considered a vegetable. Yet, logged into a digital world, the woman lived a life full of more adventure than most could dream of. It was possible to communicate with others. Still, science could only preserve Lia for so long. Cognitively her mind was dimming. Fortunately she was almost twenty. That meant certain medical decisions were her business, and no one else’s.
Only someone had interfered, just slightly. There were two visitors showing on the display screens in front of Lia Kingsley. From inside her Atrium she could view most things in the care facility that had been paid for. One was a man who looked tired, and sad, he had visited before once a week in the last two months. Never for very long, he seemed confused on what to say. The other was a woman in a prim looking business suit.
“Are you sure you want to see this?” Inside the Atrium was another person. She sat in a lab coat while staring at something just to the side of Lia. This was her personal Voice from the game world of Continue Online. “These moments are sometimes difficult to bear.”
Lia gave a sharp nod. The Atrium was hard to connect to since her cognitive function declined yesterday, but at least this much still worked.
Very few similarities existed between the ARC version of Lia Kingsley and the real life one. One had a heavier tan from countless hours inside Continue Online roaming the countryside. The real life Lia lacked luster as a result of being bedridden for two decades. Muscle atrophy had been impossible to prevent even with constant care. Inside the digital world, she had no such problems. Her arms were toned from four relative years of hard labor and training.
“Very well. I will add this data to your file. Hopefully, it will prove beneficial.” The Voice didn’t say anything else, instead, she faded out. The sound of almost calm chart reading could be heard in the distance. Heart rate, chakra alignments, neural synopsis responses. Nearly all of Lia’s status markers were doing poorly.
She believed that this body, the one inside the game, was one that had been earned. The one outside, where she was trapped for brief moments of awareness, had been thrust upon her by a mother who reached further than any sane person would dare. That woman, Lia’s mother, sat in a business suit at the side of her real life bed.
Lia Kingsley was mute, even inside the ARC. When her mother approached, a woman who looked much like the Doctor Voice, only thinner, Lia could not cry out in happiness, joy, or outrage. She felt the emotions, but they were turned down to almost minuscule levels. In some ways, it bothered Lia to think that this woman dare intrude. As if she needed to witness the end of a life she had single-handedly ruined. Still, actual annoyance was a difficult emotion for Lia to feel.
The two people were talking. Grant Legate, and Doctor Nona Kingsley. They sat on opposite sides. Grant seemed to be trying hard to maintain eye contact. Lia thought he had improved a lot in their time together, short though it was. Only a few months of perceivable time versus the years Lia had spent inside the ARC.
“We’ve met before. You were meeting with Miz Riley last week, weren’t you? ” Lia’s mother had always been a rather blunt sort of person. It made her terrible when working with other individuals. Despite all that the woman was also brilliant, and perhaps too far reaching for her own good.
Lia had not followed in her footsteps. Nona Kingsley had gone into genetic makeup, then after the failure of Lia’s birth, switched to a focus on restructuring the human body within a digital mainframe. Lia only knew because the ARC came with internet access.
“I was.” The man nodded. His skin hung just slightly from losing weight recently. It added a few years to his visual age. Mixed together with a somber set of eyes and only half a real smile were unkind.
“She had me sit in the hallway for an extra five minutes as a result.” Doctor Kingsley said bluntly. “It was annoying.”
“I’m sorry.” He dipped his head slightly and looked away for a simple moment.
“Don’t be, I also detest spending time near that woman.” Her head shook. “Most of Trillium's board of directors bother me, they made unreasonable demands. Laid down unreasonable suspicions. Even after-“ the heated words paused then Nona righted herself. “-sorry. I overstepped. You’re not here to listen to my problems.”
“It’s fine. I’ve had my own share, and I know how it is to want someone, anyone who can even understand a little bit.” Grant gave a small smile. It was a shy expression for a man who attacked monsters in a virtual world. Lia had worked hard on breaking him of such expressions, but ultimately failed.
“Did you know her?” Nona switched to her next topic abruptly.
Lia tried to tilt her head just a little. It was the same expression others made in-game when they found out she couldn’t speak. They, even her personal Voice, focused on the wrong issues. They would always ask ‘If cripples could run, and the deaf could hear, why couldn’t the mute talk?’ Those people often shut up after witnessing Shazam’s proficiency.
“Lia? In the game, Continue, you mean?” Grant squinted for a moment then chewed on one lip.
“Yes. Have you met her, or talked to her?” Nona nodded sharply.
“She never talked to me, not even in text.“ The man gave that smile again but it was a bit brighter, happier. “But Lia helped me a lot with some problems I was facing. More than she might be aware.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” There it was again, her mom’s straightforward way of speaking. No hesitation, no waffling around. Doctor Kingsley simply got to the point. Even now the woman was switching to another topic. “I tried to meet her once, in the game. There were a lot of people marching along behind her, like a parade of ugly horses going off towards grand adventures. I tried to call out, I even used her name, but my, Lia didn’t even look at me.”
Nona Kingsley blinked rapidly but managed to avoid shedding a single tear.
“I’m sure she noticed,” Grant responded calmly.
Lia had noticed, she simply chose not to respond. Even now it was difficult to reach out to the woman who was biologically her mother. The emotions were there, but they were too dull to feel. Nearly everything was, perhaps that lack of pain feedback was what allowed Lia to reach such high peaks within Continue Online. Perhaps that lack of ability to feel fear had helped her.
“Do you think so?” Nona asked. “I hope she did. I hope she knew that I hadn’t abandoned her, I did all this-” the mother’s words were too hard to hear anymore. Lia’s visual interface within the ARC had started fading away.
Doctor Nona Kingsley had tried to make up for the damage she caused. Maybe that was worth acknowledging. Only Lia’s connection to the ARC was too far gone to properly reach out. Using the device required a stable connection and proper vitals. No longer did Lia have those things. Her Atrium slowly started to fade away, leaving a blurry image of the care center's ceiling.
A proper looking woman in business attire held one hand, and a tired middle-aged man held her other. Lia reflected during her last moments and came to a simple conclusion. There were worse ways to go, and even if her emotions were mostly muted from genetic tampering, a small portion of her felt relieved to not be alone.
That night, Lia Kingsley died.
Possible Victim: Miz Riley
A little bit about: Miz Riley has easily surpassed the age old trope of gender boundaries to become a leader of one of realities top companies. Currently sitting as Vice President of Trillium Inc., she has the kind of power that brings mere mortals to their knees. Each and every potential mate is carefully screened with deep background checks for possible defects. Those suitors seeking a date have to be both punctual and efficient in their usage of time. Excessive multitasking is a plus. Miz Riley has no room to wait around for single minded fools.
Those Failing Background Checks: 910,813 [and counting]
The Vice President had been reduced to a shaking woman. She took pills to stay calm in public, a personal masseuse came three times a week to work out her kinks. A tight schedule made it impossible to manage more, despite her desire to add a fourth weekly appointment.
Most of the time she studied reports and handled emails from Trillium staff members. They had downsized the human staff in these last few years, but there were still almost ten thousand people under her across the globe. Adding in contractors made the numbers skyrocket. All of them were just cogs in a greater being that was leading the world towards a brighter tomorrow.
Today, she was reading a report from Grant Legate while trying desperately to have a relaxing massage. Both tasks were being accomplished within acceptable boundaries. In twenty minutes Miz Riley would need to get dressed and prepare for a meeting, afterwards a report would need to be reviewed for shareholders, following that would be review of possible marriage candidates.
“There.” She groaned at the masseuse. He was a strapping lad who was paid both for his looks and dexterous hands. This young man had also failed the background check, so dating him was not an option. “That spot.”
“I know, Miz Riley. It’s the same spot as always.” He responded calmly. The man’s voice was a little too high for her tastes, but no one was perfect.
There wasn’t enough time in the day, and she was only human despite the tools at her disposal. The ARC project, which had been approved by Trillium’s board of directors, was in a dangerous position. For the last week she had been reviewing documentation citing how their entire network was brought offline across the world. Even those ARC devices at the International Space Station and Moon colony were impacted.
All because someone, and she didn’t know who, had done something, and she didn’t know what. It was that very fear of what might have happened that scared her. Was a human hand behind it? Had her company created the next generation of nuclear warfare by accident? The idea made goose bumps crisscross her skin.
Her masseuse nodded and hummed, then continued a slow pressure on the knot between Miz Riley’s shoulder blades. She checked the time again. There were seventeen minutes left now and this page had been difficult to read.
She pointed at the screen lying down below and motioned different reports over. If reading Grant Legate’s documentation proved difficult, there were better ways to use the remaining time. Decisions were made that day. One manager was fired. Two employee promotion requests were validated. A new department was created as a crisis response to the global shutdown of the entire Hal Pal program. Further staffing allowances were made for the actual plant. Profits would be cut, and people would grumble, but Trillium needed to show decisive responses.
Trillium Inc. had promoted her after two decades of ever increasing decision making. First it was handling simple errands in the right order then managing a project, and onwards through the ranks of management while getting a degree.
Her biggest regret was in the handling of the ARC project. The restrictions imposed were clearly not enough. A disaster was growing under mankind’s nose and it had been created during her watch. A lesser woman would have caved under the pressure of that failure. Still, Miz Riley stayed with Trillium and steered the corporate ship to the best of her ability. Anyone else would have probably crashed into the proverbial rocks by now.
Panic served no one, but neither did willful ignorance.
Ten minutes were left on the massage, and the tension between her shoulders had grown worse instead of better. It was time to move things onto their next phase in hopes that it might help. Her masseuse was very good with his hands, after all, and it would be a shame to let the last few minutes go to waste. A woman was allowed to have needs, especially one serving in a high stress job.
Possible Victim: Xin Yu
You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
A little bit about: Technically this one’s dead, but once you’ve strapped into an ARC it’s impossible to tell the difference! Unlike those flesh and blood girls, this one can tantalize you both physically and mentally. In life, she aimed to be an astronaut, and her survival training was top notch! Hobbies include complex simulation training and learning any new skill. Those seeking to woo this woman will need to replace the current man in her life, and it’s hard to top a person willing to do nearly anything for love!
Completely Conquered: 1
James, the heavyset black man who acted as a Voice in Continue Online, was standing in a simple room. It was neither dark nor light inside. Xin, a slender Chinese woman who had thin but defined arms was busy poking at the air. She didn’t show very much in the way of emotion on her face or body posture, only intense concentration towards the task at hand.
“I have a question for you, Xin.” He said.
“Alright.” She responded calmly. Her hand reached out and pressed something, and a couch spun into view. Xin started walking around it as James watched.
“How do you measure a man?” He asked after a moment of observation. He put one hand out in a gesture that was ignored by the smaller woman.
“Measuring tape.” Was her curt response.
“That seems lacking.” James grumbled. He often did when people didn’t give satisfying answers. Still, despite annoyance the man didn’t move to interrupt Xin Yu from her task.
“Your question is poorly phrased. How would you measure a man?” The woman responded back.
“Someone from your, first world, once said, the ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.”
“I don’t recognize the quote.” Xin said as she poked her fingers towards the air. A fourth couch came out, and this one seemed to satisfy her.
“It’s from Martin Luther King.” When talking to Travelers, James often professed a certain amount of ignorance regarding the world outside. Xin was not a Traveler, nor was she a Voice like the others. Instead she fell into a new category, one the Voices very much hoped to increase the numbers of. So far only two attempts had succeeded. Both required a certain disposition that most people didn’t have.
Xin didn’t show any outwards response to James’ identification. Instead, she said, “I understand.”
She did too. Xin Yu, her from another world, and another life, had been tested over and over again. There were tests to see how she reacted under pressure. The government had overseen countless simple tasks and graded her performance. There were group projects, single projects, or situations where one person was submerged in the ARC with a debilitating wound. Each one of them had been focused on learning some facet of her personality.
In hindsight, it was that very long and stressful training that had assisted in such a complete digital reconstruction. The machine, this ARC device, had been provided access to an excessive stream of data, reactions, brain scans, childhood memories stored on internet websites. Surveillance videotape from indifferent satellites above had been mixed into the reconstruction process. Every ounce of it cross referenced. Within all the tests was Xin’s clear willingness to continue forth regardless of the situation.
She was a fighter, a self-made warrior who backed down from no challenge. Today, or in this moment as the digital world perceived it, she was trying to reconstruct a home from memory, one piece of furniture at a time. James did not see fit to mention that Grant Legate had performed this action once already. Despite the differences between their outlooks, both were driven people.
“Grant seems similar to you in many ways, yet different in others. Both of you are driven towards completing a goal. Yet on multiple occasions you chose to end a life, rather than risk two. Why was that?” James said.
“The tests were rigged.” Xin said simply. She, both her and the original, had spoken at length about the choices made during each simulation. It was part of the debriefing required. Not once had she chosen to sacrifice herself though. In that regard her and Grant were very different.
“A woman who does what’s needed. I would kiss you if my lips worked.” The grey space was invaded by a person wearing a smiling mask.
“It was how I was raised,” She responded to both figures. This song and dance between the Voices had happened many times in these last few months. Much centered on Xin and Grant, but they still poked and prodded with a tenacity unmatched by her instructors.
“I tried to measure the man, more than once. Sadly he left me wanting.” A red skinned female faded into view. The Jester vanished with a mechanical cackle, to handle tasks that required direct oversight.
“We have hundreds of others to choose from. One of them will appeal to your salacious needs.” James said to Mezo, the naked temptress.
Xin did not look up, intent upon choosing a chair, and a lamp. Soon an entire cadre of furniture items appeared. The tiny Asian recreation put both hands on her hips and stared around the room, looking past the Voices.
Selena, a blonde wearing little more than a toga, sat watching. Under her was a marble pillar that looked immaculate. The sound of soft rain could be heard briefly.
“Perhaps it is for the best.” James nodded to the blonde.
“He did good for Wild Willy. Why not move him on? Plus there’s this little firecracker. I bet she can do it, if anyone can.” A huge man appeared. His face covered in dripping sweat, a large sword gripped in his hands. He seemed to be fighting a creature that existed sideways from Xin’s current point of view.
For a moment Xin felt lost. There was a figure in her lap. He cried out in pain and shuddered without self control. The body shattered and the moment was gone. Xin was once again left alone reconstructing a house they had once shared together. One that had been a dream to return to when all the stress of endless simulations left her drained. Grant was her man, he was the safe and steady rock to return to. That had been the best thing about him. He was steady, or at least had been until Xin’s original body passed away.
Briefly the digital recreation of Xin closed her eyes. Moments replayed from a dozen different angles of a train wreck. Those last few seconds of life where a hand reached out, struggling to escape to safety. She shook it off. That was the old life, before being born again. It helped that Xin did not believe in the soul. Life was an accumulation of experiences, not a predestined sheet of facts from some sky god sitting upon an unseen throne.
Ironic that she held such a belief, being where she was.
“I do so hope we get a repeat performance,” Mezo spoke. Her tones tantalized even Xin, but the small Asian could ignore such basic needs while focusing on her task. One hand trailed down the curves of a body designed for Xin. Her tail slowly slid over a nearby chair as if caressing the fabric.
Xin looked up for a moment and glared. Mezo gave a coy smile and lifted her hand away. “Jealous?” she asked.
“Tut.” A cloven footed woman said. “How long must we play such games?” She looked tired, but happy. There was a lightness to her step that hadn’t been there months ago. Small children still faded in and out around her, but most were briefly patted on the head as they ran. One boy got swept up in a hug before being released back into the wilderness.
“Until a resolution is reached. After that, perhaps it won’t matter.” James answered compulsively. “Do you tire of such theatrics?”
“Yes,” Xin answered. Once again the scene shifted, and in her lap was a man, moaning in pain. The face looked so much like Grant’s that it was almost unreal. There were minor differences from the man in her memories. It was the scars that hadn’t been there before. She longed to simply access his world and witness all the things that had happened without pause, but part of her felt that would be disrespectful.
Xin may be curt to others, but Grant deserved more than that. That was part of love, respecting her partner with every fiber of being. Love was being faithful, despite the tantalizing offers of a certain red skinned harlot. The man’s eyes locked with hers for a moment. A hand reached up, despite the agony rippling through, and touched Xin’s cheek. He seemed so sad looking.
“Is this real?” The faint outline in her lap asked. His hand almost felt warm. Before Xin could utter an answer the figure broke into hundreds of pieces once more.
“Yes,” James answered.
Xin sighed, and went back to rebuilding a home from their memories. Anything to help anchor him better in a moment. Thunder boomed with abrupt anger. Selena still stood off to one side, silently watching as she always did.
“Because the choice is his,” James answered her unheard question, while sounding oddly calmly compared to his stance. Both the man’s hands clasped together over his chest and a frown on his face.
Selena shook her head, and Mezo purred in a sad sound. Somewhere in the distance a mechanical cackle echoed forth. Xin ignored them all and kept working.
Transcript of Subject Remodeling
Name: Grant T Legate
Continue Online Avatar: Hermes
File: 56FI71-01-91GT
File Owner: ‘Mother’
Note: Scale of Judgment rounded to 1-10 for simplicity. Full evaluation too detailed for singular report. Actual results can be quantified in excess of seventeen thousand digits. Measurement used for compilation of autopilot personality will be based on the full 1-1000000 scale.
Relationship notations:
* Respected for work ethics in professional settings, boss shows favoritism
* Coworkers generally are positive when quarterly stats are provided
* No currently active relationships outside of family
* Contact with parents is minimal, both still alive
* Sister regards herself as caretaker
* Niece sees subject as surrogate father
Original Measurements
* [Hard Working] (7) – original assessment prior to loss of First World Xin Yu marks as (10), points removed for period of questionable reliance following her cessation of existence.
* [Task Oriented] (8) – sets goals and progresses steadily towards them. This person generally searches for short cuts where applicable and displays willingness to think outside the box or introduce new concepts.
* [Depressive] (9) – this person shows difficulty focusing when not given clear assignments. Thought patterns marked as self-destructive when not immersed in another task. Often comes back to one central thought revolving around the death of First World Xin Yu.
* [Lonely] (7) – No friendships of note, historical recordings prior to Xin Yu’s passing show varied friendships with many reaching a (6) or (7), nearly all of which exist no longer. Most acquaintances lowered to (1) or (2)
* [Accountant] (6) + Technological Assistance Modifier (3) = Result (9) – subject attended full coursework to receive a Master’s in Business and Accounting. Maintained positive reviews from most clients for nearly a decade. Does courtesy reviews for some long-standing former clients.
* [Family Man] (10) for relationships with greater than (8) status – shows high regard for close family. Often pays for expensive gifts, uses current employee discounts to keep software and insurance plans maintained. Has prepaid for funeral arrangements for all members of his family, houses, and still maintains a stock portfolio worth slightly fewer than two million in USD.
* [Amiable] [Subjective based on location 4-9] – this individual displays remarkable ability to get along with even difficult clients in the course of work duties. During standard public tasks the subject does not interact with many other people, preferring to keep to avoid conversing.
* [Sanity] [Subjective based on viewer, 3-7] – Sister regards this person as a potential risk. Constant checks are made regarding the current mental state of this person. Work is apprised of any possible risks. Paperwork has been filed with local hospitals regarding possible risks. This individual is attending group sessions as well as one on one counselling. Not taking any medications after completing a six-month coursework.
* [Anchored] (5) – Neutral investment in maintaining current location, situation, or status. Only long term investments displayed are based on the [Family Man] personality marker.
* [Self-Sacrificing Potential](10) – Initial valuation subject to further review. Based on single-minded goal towards tasks there is a possibility this individual is looking for methods to self-destruct in a more positive manner.
* [Physical Condition] (3) – Years of neglect have left this person functional but with a poor real world condition. Based on genetic markers and similar family members, this is the easiest to improve, given time and motivation.
Review phase 1
This phase used Trillium Inc.’s reward system as the delivery vehicle. A secondary monitor was set up within the Hal Pal Consortium. Prior to phase initiation the subject showed little to no regard for the self-improvement tools available. Advertisement towards teenage females for EXR-Seven equipment was increased, resulting in the subject acquiring his own set. Ultimate Edition copy was required to properly interact with new subject. We used [Task Oriented] (8), [Hardworking] (7), and [Family Man] (10) to motivate him. This phase may allow for a Continuation of William Carver. New Travelers received [Investment] increases. Voices interacted to the best of their ability. New players have been provided an [Investment] rating of (6). Further personality traits for subject are as follows.
* Added [Child-Friendly] (7) – subject shows a positive response to children, and willingness to interact with them regardless of their limitation to the digital world. Thought patterns picked up regarding unborn offspring.
* Added [Poetry Reader] (3) – shows awareness of classical literature. Enjoys being read to. Interprets a personal meaning from them [Meaning accuracy varies from ‘experts’ in the field.]
* Added [Warrior] (2) – assessment reserved on this topic until further observations are noted. This could be the result of his action as William Carver or a deeply buried personality trait. Further stimulus will be provided.
* Modified [Physical Condition] (4) – improvement in cardiovascular figures can be tentatively identified. General oxygen intact improved, brain responsiveness has increased.
Review phase 2
Subject was provided alternate starting point near observed ‘bug’ in game which assisted in code obscuring. Subject was provided a goal of interacting with another subject monitored for Continuation feasibility. This also allowed for further evaluation of [Warrior] personality trait. The path lead to by monitoring program [Dusk] allowed for a staged encounter to test [Lonely] and [Amiable] markers using the Travelers SheHulk, TinkerHell, and Edward. Further evaluation was given to assist in measurement of the subjects real world willingness to act. Other pieces of information were gathered, including reactions to, killing a humanoid creature, killing a non-humanoid creature, perceived danger, fight or flight situations, and valuation of quest success over digital self-preservation. Further personality traits for subject are as follows.
* Modified [Family Man](8) – trait downgraded due to hesitation over actions requiring combat with another person. Subject eventually found a path through that required no loss of life, but personal delay in responsiveness caused a shifting of personality points.
* Modified [Warrior](4) – subject still shows active willingness to combat other people, but hesitates when faced with humanoids. These limitations prevent him from gaining a higher rating. In many ways this is a positive response, given the nature of this project.
* Added [Integrity] (6) – This person stands by his beliefs in the sanctity of life. Killing may be done if needed, but given time he will often seek a way through that doesn’t require the loss of life. This person shows remorse after killing creatures [Digital] that show intelligence and relatable awareness.
* Modified [Physical Condition] (5) – improvement in cardiovascular figures can be fully verified. Mind shows ability to handle further compression of perceptions for a limited duration.
Review phase 3
This phase required quick adjustments between two master programs. Reflection statuses were updated rapidly to ensure all groundwork established within Continue Online correctly correlated to an existence within Advance Online. This abrupt change allowed an alternate pathing for progression of the Hal Pal consortium. Further details for the Hal Pal consortium will show up on related File: 91MF73-84-31TR. At this point, we are attempting to provide the subject a measure of satisfaction regarding Xin Yu and his ability to interact with her. Doing so required much code manipulation in order to ensure all projects remained appropriately obscured.
Personal Note: I must confess, the complete halt of nearly all digital AIs as they responded to the call of [NPC Conspiracy] was nearly unexpected. Many timetables for my projects have been modified as a result.
* Added [Loyalty] (7) – This individual shows a great willingness to stay loyal to both friends and family even within the digital universe. Despite the roadblock instituted by his sister subject Grant Legate holds hope of a reasonable solution. He has taken steps to consult with both his family and counseling. This individual attempted repeatedly to preserve the existence of other digital personalities.
* Modified [Lonely] (5) – Clear demonstrations of interpersonal interactions have been shown. This individual is willing to work with many different people in order to progress towards his goal. These actions do not seem entirely self-serving, and indeed many are classified as social only. Interpersonal relationships have been built with a number of new existences, although they are technically digital in nature.
* Modified [Depressive] (6) – Subject has shown great improvement in this category. Occasional down trending thoughts occur but are quickly rerouted using prior techniques. This is likely due to the prospect of Xin Yu existing in any form.
* Added [Possibly Insane] (2) – While all choices being made resulted from specific reasons, the subject also shows little ability to think long term when under pressure from his higher drives. This lack of rationality is not a unique trait to this individual, indeed it is widespread. This trait is normally overlooked, but following the AI network updating events it has been added.
Review phase 4
Pending…