/Start/

September 5, 1939.

For the first time, my optics flick to life. I am in a bio-mechanics lab, and am little more than a sub-particle generator with AI. The men in white lab coats and thick goggles tell me I am "The perfect blend of engineering and science."

Days pass, and I see them assembling a robotic arm, only with noticable gaps in it. I ponder what those could be for. The next week, they insert my voice module and speech functions. They ask what I have to say. Newsmen and reporters are present as well, wanting to capture my first words.

"Hello, world."

A month later, after they worked out all my bugs and glitches, they are ready to give me a body. The scientists are excited as they push in a large black bag next to the table my head module was on. The put me into Sleep mode.

7.9 hours later, my optics yet again flicker to life, or should I say, optic. I feel circuits and connecting cables throughout my entire body. I ask what they have done to me. The direct me to a mirror.

Fearless hum4n, what I saw next is the most astounding thing I turned my gaze upon.

I had my robotic body yes, but along my left arm and right abdomen, patches of humanic flesh and skin tissue were placed. My face, while mostly robotic in nature, had humanoid hair, as well as the right central eye, which was a pale blue. They led me to X-Ray wall, and told me withing my dura-steel frame, I had complex machinary, such as a organic fuel burner, a gear locked energy pump, and other such technology, as well as organic tissue and organs. The described my life fluid was both plasma radiation drops, Energon, and blood from a far off world know for warriors and bounty hunters.

They said I was now the "Perfect blend of machine and man."

With that comment, my internal reasoning of logic was started. Are not hum4ns and robots opposite? Do they not.....contradict one another? Was this all I was? A walking contradiction?

They soon told me my purpose, however.

They were going to install state of the art weapon systems to me to be the perfection of Bounty Hunting Prowess.

/End/

Yeah...because SkyNet nuked everything and built me to terminate the survivors.....and the whole franchise took place in the 40s-50s. You know nothing of Terminator
You know nothing of.....nothing.

/Start/

November 13, 1939.


I spend half my time studying Earthern culture and acedemics. They fill me with knowlege and information of all kinds. They say I can hold almost any bit of information I read.

The other half of my time is spent training and practicing using my new-found body. I have the strength of 5 men and speed of 3. My steel hide is nigh impossible to break or bend.

They also give me expirimental weapons to test. Strange alien-like ray guns, Tesla guns, beam weapons.

One scientist, while watching me test, goes mad. He says that they have all created something they had no right to. That "they were playing God."

That scientist ran out of the lab, and never returned.

As days turned to weeks, I began to progress at a much faster rate. I was soon able to hold regular, "normal" conversations with my creators, albeit awkward ones.

Every night I would recharge my circuits while the head scientist would present my progress. He said soon my right wrist would be installed with the first of many gadgets I would need.

December 24, 1939.

The scientist leave the lab early, and I am plugged to my charge cable early. I ask why they are leaving before scheduled time. They say "to be with their families for Christmas."

I asked if I had a family. They said "Robots cannot have families like humans do, J4."

I then ask about "Christmas", but they chose that the story was too long to explain.

The next morning, nobody came in the lab. I awoke from Sleep Mode to the empty lab. Logic dictated that I would continue to test, despite the lack of scientists.

December 31, 1939.

The funding company chooses to hold a "New Years Party" within the lab. It would count as a staff event and to show off me. The have me stand on a center platform while the party went on, a centerpiece for them. People looked me over, snapped photos, and some asked me "How I was doing."

At the stroke of 12, they all cheered and displayed emotion together by "kissing" their partners. It was all terribly illogical to me. They celebrate a new frame of time, yet time means nothing to me. I pondered if a being like me was immortal. If so....then who was really a god-like being in this- Me, or the ones who made me? I quickly decided that primitive beings could not assemble "God".

January 8, 1940.

A small laser turret was installed within my right wrist, and is activated by the resonic waves within my "brain". I ask why I needed an internal weapon when I was capable to fire external weapons. They tell me "just in case".

January 12, 1940.

Two duro-thrusters were intergrated onto my back, also activated from my internal mind. They had me test it by doing my first public display. I was brought out of the lab for the first time, rode in a vehicle for the first time, and took to the town square. A large crane was present, and a large bullseye was dangling from it. The head scientist was standing to the mayor, who told the crowd that I was going to fly into the air and shoot the bullseye.

I did just that with perfect accuracy.

later, they would tell me seeing such a being scared many of them. My robotic-hybrid body, my one organic eye, my astranged hair. They produce for me a helmet that would link up with my server. It had a t-like visor, and was supposedly indestructable. Were they hiding what they had created? Was I a mistake? Why would such a species that studied in science be afraid to look at it's product?

Febuary 4, 1940

More weapons are stored within my frame. Grappling hooks, flamethrowers, electrical nets. I am to be sent into enemy lines in the Pacific to assist the American forces in the growing conflict known as World War II. I ask why I should help in a war I have no stake in. I was constructed for bounty-hunting purposes on US soil, not to be a "final solution."

They assure me this is simply another test.

Before I am sent out, they install a fail-safe self-destructing bomb within my chest, so if I was obtained by the enemies, I would be destroyed. They say if I try to remove it, that too would cause it to activate, destroying me.

I am put into Sleep Mode in a large, metal, military crate and put on a large air craft. Right before my systems shut off, I hear the scientist and men talking.

"Do you think we should of installed sentience?"

"No, that would be too risky. If that thing becomes sentient, we'd never be able to control him."

"Yeah, I don't want him to-"

"It, Perkins. A robot can't have gender."

"Er, yeah, don't want....J4 to go on a r-"

My power cuts off.

/End/