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"No one expected me. Everything awaited me." -Patti Smith, Just Kids

The first, and currently only, operating automaton that utilizes The Kernel Organ. She was modeled after a maid and intended to perform the menial labor expected of one. However she exceeds her envisioned intent, both in capability and passion. She is now given a variety of tasks that earns her the substantiated title of factotum.

Her capabilities far exceed that of even the most focused of human potential. Her precision, strength, and acuity make her better than any human; a fact she has no reservation bringing up. She takes pride in who she is, and knows she is the ultimate incarnation of whatever it may be that she is.

She is meant to act like a human, within limitations. She eats, talks, and wants like a human. However, she is loyal to Queen Perdita’s commands. She cannot act in any way that could be deemed against the whims and wishes of Queen Perdita. You and I may view this as a curse, but she views it differently.

“I am motivated by absolute and unyielding purpose.” -L1L1TH

In the eyes of this maledict golem, colloquially named Lilith, life is subservience. Humans have fleeting lives, and choose to waste them on an inane fog of delusion. Trying not to think about things is a pathetic notion she resents.

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"Your dangers are many. I Cannot look much but your form suffers Some strange injury." -Sylvia Plath, Full Fathom Five

The Kernel Organ could also be described as consequence without form nor reason. One such consequence is the title given to its creator's only child. Despite the publicity his work forced upon him, Michael Perdita rejected all notions of power. (Lost in his work is just one way to describe it.) The existing pillars of power crumbled before the might of true influence; lifted far above the sea of ravenous pride (and blind hope) was one young woman named Jane. In time, her name would feel replaced by her title.

Queen Perdita was never meant for leadership. Although it could be said that, in positions of governance, the best for the job are always the exact type of person who would never pursue such a spot. As excitement diminished, so did public perception of Queen Perdita. She had the same understanding of her role as you do of her role. She knew what she should be doing, but had no idea how to do it.

Before finding herself atop a throne, Jane was merely planning which college she would go to, and for what. As this happened, her friends grew apart. One went to one college, another to another, and Jane to a lonely throne room. The results were equal parts nobody to confide with and nobody to guide her. (Lost in her work is just one way to describe it.)

Queen Perdita watched on with a sense of concern and dismay as her father revealed the first apparatus of The Kernel Organ. With each bit of news about his inventions, she felt her responsibilities and expectations pile on further and further. She was coming to resent the beating heart she had to listen to all day, as well as The Kernel Organ. What she was expecting was a maid; what she got was something else entirely.

She got something simpler, but something with deeper meaning. She got somebody who would talk to her. Somebody to spend time with. Somebody who listened, and asked questions. Somebody who saw Jane Perdita, and not a Queen they had to fear. She saw admiration glossed over synthetic eyes.