Screen Name: E_X_O_D_U_S
Age: Doesn\'t really apply. OLD.
Personality: Calculating, yet naturally inquisitive. This is a being that thirsts for knowledge beyond it\'s surroundings as it\'s primary goal, and most preciously any knowledge of normal, civilized life.
Biography: Many years ago, a government project was started to create a self-propegating supercomputer. This device would use sub-light travel over millions of years to enter nearby galaxies. Once inside, it would replicate, produce more of it\'s kind, and continue, leaving behind the framework of civilization for it\'s creators.
The project was an utter failure. Despite all their success in creating a self-replicating machine-entity, they could not produce a machine-mind capable of still functioning properly in the mind-bogglingly huge possibilities of space and interstellar travel. Pure logic was unable to trawl through the trillions upon trillions of data points to make something usable. And so, for a time, they gave up.
That all changed when their sun began to wax red, expanding further and further towards their planet. They became desperate, but despite the efforts of all their people it was shown time and time again that logic would not suffice. And so, they committed to them what was an irreperably evil crime, only barely overshadowed by their extinction. They took one of their own, and fused him into the computer, blending those data points into a seamless picture, to be picked apart in an illogical mind; and in doing so, shattered his mind forever.
But forever is such a short time in space. After the launch, this particular specimen of the E.X.O.D.U.S. project has had over a million years to pick up the pieces and rebuild his consciousness, his personality, his soul.
Or what was left of it.
((So, yeah. I decided to do something REALLY different, but I fell too in love with this idea to do anything else. I hope you appreciate my new contribution more than the original; I know I like it much better.))
Plans: It will probably be hard to find a faction suiting my goals; if feasible, I might form a faction of other machine-minds from lands afar, waking up from the madness brought upon them, if people like the idea.
Other: Is Eternia a red herring?