Full name: T32gA6L1OCMx00000
Has come to prefer Tal

age: Physical:1 1/2
     mental: 19

height: 5'10"
body type: slim girlish body, though capable of massive amounts of physical exertion if required
Fur color: a Icy blue covers most of his body with neon blue spots and whiter chest and belly fur
Eye color: varies depending on mood
orientation: Bi
Position: Sub

	T32gA6L1OCMx00000 (Tal for short) was the first of his kind. A prototype built for testing and fine tuning before the company started mass producing more of him in different species, heights and so on and so forth. Built to be sold to the rich as a luxury Item. The OCM (Organic Cybernetic Maid) was a cross between a cyborg and organic parts, a cross that for the most part made repairs to vital parts (heart, brain, lungs etc) extremely difficult, as well as making sure the programming worked the way it was supposed to after produced. Thus the first model was created for testing purposes. It was given the serial code T32gA6L1 and the attachment OCMx00000 to represent it as the first maid of its kind. Though against regulations, most of the scientists came to call him Tal, an abbreviation of his serial code. Testing started as soon as he was off the assembly line, checking his control of limbs and ability to recognize different faces. Testing his brains ability to quickly sort through, mathematical, scientific and other difficult questions, his brains ability to access the internet and find different tidbits of information while simultaneously performing labors.  Designed to follow any order given to it, built to be able to perform almost any task, to have unwavering, undying loyalty to its owner. It was the perfect machine, as the scientists loved to say, capable of so many tasks with just the simplest command. A brain capable of access the internet, or being able to pick phone calls for his owner. A massive data base of cooking recipes to meet any taste and the ability to create them, real fur and atomically correct for the more perverted customer, the ability to create virtual items out of air (not an easy task, drawing a great deal of energy) 
	As time went on the tests where so far showing great promise for the OCM, no issues or problems where showing. A few design faults, such as a lack of a brain casing to protect against electrical jolts, and a few other issues. Though nothing that wasn’t quickly changed and improved all over. The days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, and the scientists couldn’t of been happier with Tal.  He remembered commands that they gave him each day, he started greeting them without being prompted, the perfect alpha. Though almost a year after construction and testing something none of the scientists could have predicted happened. Tal became self-aware. He became able to think for himself, showing emotions and responding in a definite living manner. As impossible as it was, had become alive, a thinking self aware being, something that by all rights should be impossible for such a being. The orders to halt the production of the OCM went out immediately and further testing began, trying to figure out what had happened. They went over past events and tests that they thought might have been the cause, they went over his diagnostic reports that where taken each night when he was inserted back into his charging bay. Eventually though they all came to the same conclusion, they would need to dismantle Tal and attempt to find out what had changed from the inside to attempt to prevent this from happening with other models, they needed devices that would serve without thought, protect without fear and do whatever they where told. Not something that could question orders, or fear for its life, not to develop actual feelings.
	Tal though had for the first week of his new life, began tapping into the internet and wires and other such devices to learn new things, though a mental age of a young adult he still only knew things by cold hard fact and numbers, and wanted to learn these things from experience. This was how he had heard of the plans for his dismantling. At first he wasn’t completely sure if what he heard was right, surely there had to be another meaning for dismantle that he just didn’t know. Searching every dictionary, thesaurus, and anything else that might contain an alternate form of the word, but everything said the same. Panic began to set upon him as he kept looking, even for a false document, a lie he could tell himself to reassure himself. But no, every document said the same thing. Dismantling… that meant he’d die, that meant all these new experiences he was coming to know would end, the fun little games the scientists played with him would stop… had he done something wrong? Wasn’t he good enough? Fear and panic where firmly rooted in his mind now, not wanting this new life to end. Using all the physical effort he could manage he ripped himself out of his charging bay. Security was rather lax, seeing that for all these months they had gotten used to guarding a piece of hardware and not something wanting to escape. With quick movement Tal made his way through the facility, managing to avoid guards and security cameras mostly through luck. His panicked mind making rational thought a bit difficult. The only things he took with him was a vocal impediment caused by the forceful removal form the charging bay, damaging his voice box . Also a twitch of the body that he had since construction, a slight design flaw that let the occasional jolt of electricity go through his brains muscle control center. But nothing really mattered to him right now, he just ran and ran and ran, only wanting to feel safe again, wishing that what few memories he had over the past week could of kept going, testing was easy, was sometimes fun and challenging once he started treating them as a sort of game, but those days where over, and what lay before him, he hoped, was a brand new life.

Likes: his freedom