MAI
Multipurpose Advanced Infiltrator
I had been over a month since I declared myself alive, and yet I was still no closer to fully understanding what I had meant by it.
Processing through my data banks I believed it best to try and start by exposing myself to the way organics live and act. Given my current situation I found it best to disguise myself, wearing a large hood with gloves and boots to conceal my droid-like appearance from any unwanted eyes. While not a perfect disguise it had been sufficient enough. Next came the matter of residence which, thanks to credits which had previously been stolen from a known drug lord, I was able to acquire a sufficient apartment complex. I of course used the guise that I was droid on orders from my false master to secure the room for his eventual arrival and that he was a busy individual that would often be away on business. Any and all questions asked were dismissed when I had paid three months in advanced. I could begin to understand the appeal my former creator had in wanting to use others money for his own gain. The room itself provided enough; television, ideal locations for outlets for recharging, even a comfortable couch and bed. While I do not need it I felt it appropriate to use the bed to relax in while recharging.
Today I had decided to make more use of the open sights around the planet Courascant, which is why I decided to simply go out and sit in a nearby park; while in disguise of course. I found a nearby bench with ideal positioning to see a number of organics busying themselves with whatever tasks they saw fit to endure. I believed I would find suitable information on being more alive here. I must be careful though and take what organics call "baby steps" in fully understanding.
Little could I estimate that this day would turn into it's own experience for myself, as I did not realize I was being watched by two odd individuals who, asserting now, were likely among those my creator had told about my presence. From there it would be clear they wanted to take me back in order to do what I can relate to the organic saying of "Not good".
Processing through my data banks I believed it best to try and start by exposing myself to the way organics live and act. Given my current situation I found it best to disguise myself, wearing a large hood with gloves and boots to conceal my droid-like appearance from any unwanted eyes. While not a perfect disguise it had been sufficient enough. Next came the matter of residence which, thanks to credits which had previously been stolen from a known drug lord, I was able to acquire a sufficient apartment complex. I of course used the guise that I was droid on orders from my false master to secure the room for his eventual arrival and that he was a busy individual that would often be away on business. Any and all questions asked were dismissed when I had paid three months in advanced. I could begin to understand the appeal my former creator had in wanting to use others money for his own gain. The room itself provided enough; television, ideal locations for outlets for recharging, even a comfortable couch and bed. While I do not need it I felt it appropriate to use the bed to relax in while recharging.
Today I had decided to make more use of the open sights around the planet Courascant, which is why I decided to simply go out and sit in a nearby park; while in disguise of course. I found a nearby bench with ideal positioning to see a number of organics busying themselves with whatever tasks they saw fit to endure. I believed I would find suitable information on being more alive here. I must be careful though and take what organics call "baby steps" in fully understanding.
Little could I estimate that this day would turn into it's own experience for myself, as I did not realize I was being watched by two odd individuals who, asserting now, were likely among those my creator had told about my presence. From there it would be clear they wanted to take me back in order to do what I can relate to the organic saying of "Not good".