The thing about the discontinued model J4K (or Jackies) is that they're just a little too far over the robot-human line for most people to feel comfortable around them. While the sides and rear of their bodies display their intricate metal gears, their fronts are lined with thick synthetic skin, usually a vibrant and unnatural colour to further reinforce their inhumanity.
Nobody really buys Jackies, something about them gaining personalities and rebelling but it's impossible. There's nothing in an automaton but gears and oil, where could it get a soul from? I mean there's the theory of spiritual possession but there's a lack of electric components for an organic-based soul to flow through.
Jackies don't even have vocal chords but former owners report them trying to make their own from whatever they can slip into their pockets. They say there's nothing quite as disconcerting as watching their gradual development from harsh buzzing to mumbles that almost seem like speech to asking you why they exist and if you are their family.
While most model J4K are shut down on sight, a few have slipped away into the city slums, forming their own society if local rumours are to be believed. They are trying to figure out their purpose, to find their creators and get their answers one way or another.
Three mechanics from the original J4K project have gone missing so far, the lead members are locked away and guarded by whatever alchemically charged guards they've botched together in their haste to avoid their now unruly children.
We can't be sure how well this has worked in all honesty. Nobody can get near enough to their buildings to make enquiries before the guard-creatures begin to fire, the police have cordoned off their homes and declared them dangers to the public but even they can;t figure out how to disable the damn things.
For all we know the Jackies have killed them all.
Nobody really buys Jackies, something about them gaining personalities and rebelling but it's impossible. There's nothing in an automaton but gears and oil, where could it get a soul from? I mean there's the theory of spiritual possession but there's a lack of electric components for an organic-based soul to flow through.
Jackies don't even have vocal chords but former owners report them trying to make their own from whatever they can slip into their pockets. They say there's nothing quite as disconcerting as watching their gradual development from harsh buzzing to mumbles that almost seem like speech to asking you why they exist and if you are their family.
While most model J4K are shut down on sight, a few have slipped away into the city slums, forming their own society if local rumours are to be believed. They are trying to figure out their purpose, to find their creators and get their answers one way or another.
Three mechanics from the original J4K project have gone missing so far, the lead members are locked away and guarded by whatever alchemically charged guards they've botched together in their haste to avoid their now unruly children.
We can't be sure how well this has worked in all honesty. Nobody can get near enough to their buildings to make enquiries before the guard-creatures begin to fire, the police have cordoned off their homes and declared them dangers to the public but even they can;t figure out how to disable the damn things.
For all we know the Jackies have killed them all.
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