Sitting in a folded-leg position, Tin’Data sat in a neon blue cylinder field of energy, he floated in thin air. With images of internet videos and discussions about the human condition, he contemplated a change in himself, to appeal to humanity better. “…mankind would be more comfortable in the presence of their own...living animatronics would strike a significant amount of fear into most of the present-day earthlings…”, he thought as he researched man’s thoughts on robots, and the idea of their lack of control over them. Wanting to avoid the hostility of being a synthetic organism, he can to the decision that would have to evolve in a humanized form of his earthling communication.
In a meditating state, the robot’s suit vanished, along with his exterior frame, leaving only his interior exoskeleton. Immediately, pictures of the human anatomy appeared before his, as flesh and skin materialized around his grey skeleton, which became a bone shade of white. As he flexed newly fleshed out hand, he glared at the skin that covered it. Using his x-ray vision, he watched as his animatronics produced internal heating and blood flow. Now feeling the upstart of a heartbeat, he gasped for air, as his new body gripped for oxygen, like an actual living organisms. With a smirk on his face, and a body performing all of the duties that are need for survival, he prepared for the next step.
Straightening up his face, a flash engulf him, before an image of himself appeared in front of him. In the space subsequent to it, the name ‘Niá Zerebraí Cervello’, with his bio information typing out under it; his biography soon filled itself out. Afterwards, he watched as new articles started popping up, illustrating his popularity and raise into prominence in his human home of Dàpóli̱s; His figurehead hand in the fields of homeland security, military advancements, technological advancements, and scientific advancement of his country. The new owner of a billion dollar company, and one of the wealthiest individuals in his country, Tin’Data created a reason for his nearly endless amount of expensive devices that he possess with his arsenal.
As he floated, he noticed he had not thought of a family-line for his new life. With a haul, he decided to give a call to a close friend. “Manor of the Jests, this is Tabitha Jest, how may I help you?”, greeted the heavenly voice of Mrs. Jest. “Greeting Mrs. Jest…is Mr. Jest present? If so, may I speak with him?”, answered the smooth sound of Data’s new voice.
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