She was born emotionless, he was filled to the brim. It was only after they met each other that they truly changed into who they are now...
Her name was Princess and she was treated as such, however she was made without emotion so she never understood or appreciated the title or gesture. Princess spent her days observing her servants. They came and went daily, with new employees often cropping up weekly. Sometimes a complete staff change would occur in as little as two weeks. This perplexed Princess. She knew not why they disappeared nor did she know why they were her in the first place. A daily routine began to form in her schedule.
Awaken.
Dress or be dressed by her servants.
Train both physically and mentally.
Eat.
Sleep.
This process continued and stretched into infinite. She soon forgot how it had all begun. The pain, the torture, the creation. Eventually she was simply here, it was all she had known or was ever going to know. She had pushed her skills to near perfection. Each day the training was more rigorous than the last, yet she never fell behind. She was always able to complete the challenge. She had always overcame. She was perfection..
***
She awoke, she silk downy softness of her needless large bed surrounded her. For a moment she sat there, something not far from human enjoyment filled her. It was dwarfed and unrecognizable to anything she had observed, but there was a spark of something there. It piqued her curiosity. Slowly she rose from her enclave of pillows and softness, her artificial skin being brushed by the light breeze produced by her open window. In an instant she had seen it all. Her room was full, three servants rushed busily around her, all female, they gathered her apparel in preparation for her dressing. A lounging chair with a book that had been there since she had been sat in the corner, untouched and unmoved. A human breakfast had been prepared for her, the smell wafting into the sensors located in her nostrils. One of the windows were open, one of her servants looked into the horizon with an entranced look on her face. She ignored the other two as she did so.
Princess was confused, this was not part of the routine. The servants were always busy in the morning, never did they have time to lounge around. Princess approached the newcomer, her hand almost reached out to touch her, but the girl turned to her before it did so. She scowled at Princess. Princess turned her head in curiosity, much like a confused dog would do.
"Who.." Princess stopped in her own tracks, her own voice surprised her. What surprised her more was how long it had been since she had spoken. She thought back, her eyes trailing of as she did so.
She couldn't remember.
The newcomer stormed past her and joined her fellows. Upon deciding on her dress the newcomer approached her. Princess sensed what the humans called anger from her. She put the move able yet beautiful black dress on Princess forcefully. Make sounds of anger and frustration as she did so. Princess studied the behavior. Upon further analysis Princess realized that the girl was also an Android, but it seemed that, unlike Princess, this girl showed a great deal of emotion. This intrigued her and Princess would have inquired further into the matter, had the doors not swung open at the very moment.
A man spoke from the darkness beyond the doorway.
"It's time."
Princess moved forward from the strange hiccup of the morning and followed a retinue of Suited men to the training facilities. There she first completed the mental practices, as always, and flew through them with ease. She then entered the prep room, as was customary prior to Physical training sessions.
In reality the prep room was more of a prep pod, Princess leaned back into the Vertical stretcher as the pod hooked up to her systems. She was given fuel and general repairs and diagnostics for the next few minutes. Her thoughts idly wandered to this morning. For some reason she could not get it out of her head. Perhaps she would request a memory wipe at dinner tonight.. It had been so long since she had done so..
The pod opened and she was at the training grounds, it coupled as a transporter and was very helpful for getting around the facility, not that she had used it outside of her training however..
She stepped out and entered the grounds. Same as always she found herself in a large black room with a wall light that lined the whole perimeter and a small viewing chamber to her upper left. It wouldn't be too long before her opponent arrived..
***
"You see director, this new piece will be more than a match for Princess, we assure you." The skittish gentleman spoke up in a fit of boldness.
"Is that so?" The director replied, motioning towards the representative of his robotics engineers, "and if you are wrong then..? What do you ascertain would be your punishment?"
"I- uh... I think we should let Designation Scarlet speak for herself sir."
"Indeed"
***
Princess looked away from the One way windows above her as her opponent made its entrance. The opponent this time was a girl, however something about her confused Princess.
"you?"
The girl snarled at her and readied herself for combat. Princess had never fought one of her servants before. Perhaps the psychological aspect created here was a test of her resolve. Perhaps the Director wished to see if she could eliminate targets she had past knowledge of and relations with. Princess did not know the extent of her emotional parameters,but even to a regular human this would not be enough. No something else was afoot. Maybe her Servants were stronger than the testing drones she had fought until now, maybe-
Her thought were cut short as her opponent rushed her.
Princess barely dodged the blow, a rush of wind blew in her face as her opponent flew past.
fast
Immediately upon touching the ground her opponent turned and flew at her.
too fast.
Princess couldn't dodge this time, the girl fist struck her head on and sent her flying into the wall. This was problematic, the training drones up until now had barely even touched her, this opponent was leagues ahead of the others. Princess steeled her resolve and made her judgements of her opponents strength and speed due to her last to strikes. She then adjusted her own parameters before lifting herself up again. The enemy charged again, this time Princess caught the extended arm, sidestepping and snapping it in half as she past. Her opponents momentum took her forward and she rolled out of control, slamming against the wall at high speeds. Princess held her opponents arm as she looked at her curiously.
"You are fragile Designation: Scarlet, my calculations show that you have no way of beating me in your current state."
Her opponents snarl worsened, she growled and leapt at Princess. Princess prepared to repeat the maneuver on her opponents other arm, but her opponent was traveling to fast and grabbed hold of Princess's face as she made contact, slamming her face against the wall with brutal force. Princess recalculated as her opponent began beating her with her detached arm. Princess was surprised to read that her opponents strength had increased to twice it's prior level, along with her speed. Princess then re adjusted her own parameters and counter attacked. She grabbed her opponents head this time and slammed it into the ground, a soft crunch sounded out as her opponent went limp. Princess stood up and faced the one way windows, bowing softly to the director who she knew was perched behind them.
The next day was worse. She entered the training facility again, but was instead met by two of yesterday's opponents. Apparently they were re-producible, unlike herself. This would be a problem.
She managed to beat them, barely, but the next day was the same.
Four of them faced her this time.
The next day was eight.
Then sixteen.
and then..
Princess ran the calculations over and over again as she faced a horde of thirty two of her newly appointed enemy. It was impossible. She had told the director that defeating this many was beyond her capabilities, but still he insisted. She had determined that each one retained the memories of their past selves. For that reason each individual retained the power level of the last one that had died. Princess saw no limit to their strength or speed, but had observed that it only increased to two times what it had been before, much like their numbers. The problem being was that the last one she had killed had matched her at her own max power output. Therefor, given past occurrences, this is where she would lose and most likely die. She had determined this on the second day and informed the director of such. He simply replied that she would win.The only feasible way she had seen beating them would be using their emotions, however their animosity towards her was to strong for communication to be possible. They were animal like and refused to speak at all when in the arena.
Princess saw no reason to fight, so she did not dodge when they came at her, she could not if she wanted to. They hit her before she could react, and so she was struck down. Darkness took hold as fist after fist dented her armor plating, slowly grinding away until her internal workings were bare. Then she fell to darkness, nothing was left for Princess, she was dead..
[This is a work by Anri, if you wish to use please contact me]
Don't worry this isn't done yet. :P
