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Travis Mitchell is a twenty-two year old who lives alone. In college, Travis majored in robotics, having had a knack for building machines since a young age. However, unfortunately, there's not too huge a market in the way of robot building. After recent incidents in which multiple humans were slaughtered by autonomous androids, the trust and want for self-sufficient robotic assistants has died down. This has left Travis without a job. So, as opposed to giving up on the idea, Travis works in an underground workshop of sorts that lies beneath his home.
Since the incident, Travis has been working nonstop since perfect and re-design the former androids. Before the facility in which he worked was shut down, he took home the majority of his lab equipment and the secret project he was working on. That project, was now almost complete.
Speaking into a microphone of sorts, Travis ran impatiently around his room, making finaly adjustment and running last minute diagnostic checks. "This is Travis Mitchell, working on Project C.A.S.S. That is Computerized Autonomous Self-Aware Servant. The solid silicone plating seems to sturdy and stable..." He said as he examined the robot that was lying down on a cushioned operating table of sorts. His hand gripped the arm of the robot, giving it a quick shake to make sure it would stay in place. "All that's left is to incoporporate the MK-III Autonomy Artificial Intelligence programming into the hard drive of it...." He mumbled into his audio log as he made his way over to a laptop of sorts, clicking a few keys, and pressing a few buttons. There was a decently loud high pitched sound that was comparable to the sound of a computer starting up.
The eyes on the robot would glow a bright blue color. The body being white silicon, but the anatomy resembling that of a female almost. The robot was restrained to the table with unbreakable cables designed specifically for holding robots down. Travis walked excitedly over to the robot, half-worried it would be hostile. The personality that it receives is completely at random, that way that every android is different. "Hello, machine, can you hear me?" Travis asked in a moderately low pitched voice. On the robot was a black marking of sorts that contained the lettering of C.A.S.S. This was her title when she was in development at the facility.
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