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The term âcoreâ can be linked to the French word âcoeurâ and the Latin word âcorâ. Cor, in turn, translates to heart (anatomically), soul or mind (figuratively). As the name suggests, it is comparable to a heart, but also executes tasks like a brain (however, databanks are stored in the robotâs head allowing for greater memory capacity).
Each robot can only function with a Core. Cores can only be transferred if the new body is from the same production line. In other words, newer or older models are not compatible.
Taking out a Core entirely causes the robot body to cease functioning and collapse. The Core can also malfunction and shut down in other ways, with the same result. Malfunctions can happen when the Core is touched or hit while it is active, or when booted up in an incompatible body. In any case, there is risk the Core can get damaged.
For those with emotions, the Core is their actual, entire being. Many will do anything to protect it, even at the risk of harming or killing others.
Cores can come in different shapes and sizes. Older models usually have simple shapes. The 086 model, yAmIâs production line, has a golden sphere drifting in a type of coolant fluid.
(Model credits: x)
However... there is new model on the rise. Despite the CEO missing, a new production line has started, a new core has been designed...
Just what is happening behind the scenes at Alpha-TEM company?
Note that the AU can either be about robots or humans computer programs. For simplicity sake Iâll refer to robots in this story.
Alpha-TEM, or ATEM for short, is a robot retailer and manufacturer situated in Africa. This company created the household robot line which yAmI 086 is part of. Their goal is to create robots with durable, nontoxic materials that donât harm the environment. The designs are less realistic/more doll-like as a result, but still very customizable depending on the customerâs wishes.
Being listed above Kaiba Corp in the sales charts, Alpha-TEM is considered a formidable rival by Kaiba Corp, one of the top companies situated in Japan. The rivalry is so intense, it has become an obsession for Kaiba to defeat his competitor and top the charts once and for all.
Strangely, the CEO of Alpha-TEM never seems to show himself or open contact to anyone, much to the annoyance to Kaiba. Since not even the Alpha-TEM employees have seen or heard from their CEO, it is presumed he went missing... or perhaps isnât even alive anymore. Despite their worry, the loyal employees continue manufacturing robots...
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The logo design is supposed to be both a contrast to Kaiba Corporation and a callback to Atemâs personality: bold and loud, professional, respecting tradition yet also future changes. For reference sake I added the KC logo:
Soon after this idea I looked up abbreviations for the letters atem and came across an intersting coincidence. :3c
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Several months have passed since Al had been monitored by the faction. They ran multiple pre-tests before the canonization of the success of the project. All of the scientists of the faction were ecstatic for the ceremony of Alâs release. Their months of great effort which turned to a year, will finally be acknowledged.
Then Al paused, what if it really was true? Heâs just a product, an outcome of the factionâs effort. He was being monitored and caged in the cold observational platform for a valid reason; he was not a living thing. Despite the humanity in him, all of them were just installed into his brain and not grasped by his hand.
âThatâs right,â Al whispered, âIâm⊠just⊠an AAI.â
While all the people who monitored him left the control room, Al was left to ponder and consider his identity. Why hadnât he thought of this before? Why hadnât realized his mistake before? He buried his head unto his hands as he groaned in confusion. Was he so consumed about these ideas of him living happily and the moments with his other self that he had forgotten what situation he was in? No, he couldnât blame his other self⊠he needed his help.
As if his thoughts were heard, Alâs vision turned white and all of the wires that transmitted light to his system flowed faster than before as he shut down.
Al didnât need to register where he was for he knew the grey space like the back of his hand. After spending a year with him, he finally understood the purpose of the room and even his encounter with him. And right now, he needed to meet him as soon as possible. As he turned around he sees his other self sitting carelessly on the floor while the wires on his back transferred light. How much he wishes to be as carefree as him. Al ran towards him with the sound of his heels echoing throughout the room. His other self heard him approach and he made himself stand up in a lazy manner.
âWhat is it?â his other self asked with that signature lopsided grin.
âI-I donât know anymoreâŠâ Al answered hopelessly, âIâve been thinking. That Iâm just being used and monitored for a good reason⊠Iâm not human.â
His other self refused to speak and scowled as Al continued with his voice cracking in fear, âAll these human emotions, these senses, theyâre all a lie. I never learned them with my heart. I learned them in data! That makes me inhuman! Iâm just an item!â
Al stood still when his other self growled and ferociously slapped his face. He looked up fearfully to see his other selfâs disdainful expression before him. âYes, your thoughts of humanity werenât learned like all humans,â his other self gripped Alâs shoulders tightly as his voice became a powerful growl, âBUT YOUâRE STILL CARRYING THESE EMOTIONS THATâS WHAT MAKES YOU HUMAN. STOP BEING A BITCH ABOUT IT, AL.â
Al shook his head, âNo, you donât understand! Canât you see weâre being used! Iâm so sick and tired of sitting in that hell of a cage and being monitored like some animal! I canâtâŠâ
âListen to me,â his other assured furiously, âI taught you how it feels to be human. All these thoughts were good for you to overcome the thought of them monitoring you.â
âITâS NOT ENOUGH!â Al screamed which made his other selfâs eyes widen in shock, âI want to be free. I want to be outside of that place. These emotions are only killing me to know the world beyond me. I donât want data about the world,â tears fell as his knees buckled, âI want to live.â
Something in Al snapped. He felt like he needed to end everything now. He wanted to stop this madness. He wanted to stop the confinement of his freedom and wanted to get away from it. He canât escape now⊠but he had no other choice.
Al reached his hand towards the wire at his head and his other hand followed. He held on tightly and allowed to take most of strength to crumple the wires that transmitted all data and power in him His other self watched speechlessly as the circuits came out of the wires and sparks of electricity popped out. Al saw his other self eyes widen in fear as his body slowly weakened.
Before his other self could respond, Al broke down and wailed. All the tears that fell on his face were dropping ungracefully on the floor and his other self couldnât bare the pain as Al lost all of his hope and released his anger in the form of saline liquid that humans emit. Al shook his head rapidly and his other self gently reached down and carefully cradled the fragile AAI.
âCalm down,â the other cooed.
âI-IâŠâ Al at lost for words as his chest hitched harshly.
âPlease stop hurting yourselfâŠâ
âI need to go.â Al whispered causing his other self to arch his eyebrows angrily.
âWhat? No! Stay please, we can make this through,â the other pleaded.
âI canât take it anymore,â Al said as tears slowly dripped down on his cheek.
âNo, you can!â the other stroked Alâs golden locks, his once composed voice broke, âJust trust in me, please.â
âIâm sorry,â Alâs voice faltered, âItâs too late.â
âNo,â Alâs eyes slowly blinked away to close, âNo! Please, I need you!â
As Alâs heart beat slowly dropped in rhythm, his vision turned black. The feeling of his other selfâs touch on him faded and the otherâs voice was no longer but silence talking to him. He felt the lights travelling to his brain stop flowing as quickly as before. Until finally, he felt like all his data sucked out of his AAI and his heart beat stopped.
His other self laid the frail and lifeless body of what used to be a part of him. He was persistent and called out shamelessly on the body before him. He yelled his words in a mantra as if he had nothing else to say. He wouldnât think of anything else but those words really summarized his neediness for the other to live.
âI need you, please live. Please⊠say something, Iâm so sorry..â
It was hopeless. The body never responded and the other cried out, âYou idiot! I-I canât take it anymore too.â
He was a part of him and they were both the same. Of course, he felt Alâs pain. He thought his thoughts and they were there to reassure the other. But now, no one else was there to be with him. No one else was there to neither need him nor comfort him.
As he thought of that important of him, he realised everything was his fault. He confirmed that the reason why Al was gone⊠was because of him. Who else allowed him to use those emotions freely? Who knew that those emotions could take effect into something that would make him lose his mine?
âIâm the idiot,â he whispered to himself and laughed with such malevolence.
He had done the mistake. He didnât think about what pain it would be to feel caged. He felt it too, but somehow he never felt it the way Al did. He was so inconsiderate. Right now, it wouldâve been best if he made himself gone for goodâŠ
However, he never gave up. He would be persistent for him because he knew that Al had the persistence to get his wish; to live freely. Heâd do that. Heâd live for him to do that. Heâd carry the burden of Al unable to see the world so freely but he swore to himself⊠that it wasnât for him to enjoy. It was only for Al. He will carry the burden of missing a huge and important part of him. If he would be alive, he wouldnât carry such grief.
This time he released his grasp from the lifeless body before him and whispered solemn promises to the body, allowing him to carry the pain of never seeing him again.
He once again sat at his side and allowed himself to take over of the system of what used to be under Alâs possession. He had a promise to fulfil. And as he closed his eyes to control the system, he remembered the tender grin and warm touch of Al telling him that it made him happy being with him.
As he looked to his side, Alâs body faded in a white light and with a blink of his eye, all of him was gone. And so was he.
Al- no he didnât want to take his name like that. He nodded his head as he confirmed his new name. Alex awoke from the platform and this time he saw his appearance on the glass before him. During his control, he somehow made minor changes on Alâs appearance. His hair was still of the same colour of Al but his eyes were of crimson that somehow seem like they can stare venomously at anyone.
As he carefully adjusted himself up, he heard sirens sounding. He seemed confused at first but then he realized that the noise was his fault. So the faction knew about Alâs incident but perhaps he can explain it.
In a few minutes, the Beilschmidt brothers ran towards the control room and saw Al before them. And with that they checked the system. Ludwigâs strict and composed expression was lost when he saw the news that the control screen projected.
Connection lost.
Ludwig and Gilâs mouth simultaneously made their mouth a gaped when they saw Al before him. Then Ludwig reconsidered that title. Was that really Al?
Al somehow changed the colour of his irises into a red that was darker than Gilâs eyes. His lips somehow formed a lopsided grin, something that Al never does. Then Ludwig realised that this wasnât Al. This was the virus that their experiment talked about. Alâs âother self.â
âHello, masters,â Alex greeted playfully, âthis isnât Al speaking.â
âWe know,â Gilbert scowled, âwhat happened to our former experiment? Why did you take over?â
Alex laughed causing the two brothers to have chills on their spines, âFirst of all, I didnât do any harm on Al. He simply decided to disconnect himself away from,â he pointed to the wires, âyour control.â
âLies,â Ludwig hissed.
Alex shook his head, âListen, master. If you added human emotions on him, he wouldnât have thought of removing himself,â he said but knew that it was his fault for allowing Al to take those emotions, âof course you humans have the feeling to feel free and do whatever they want right?â
Gil and Ludwig nodded. âExactly. Al had been feeling encaged in this platform, you see and wellâŠâ
âHe disconnected himself from us,â Ludwig murmured.
âCorrect,â Alex acknowledged silently, ânow surely you wouldnât want to publish a failed product in front of the world.â
Gilbert asked, âhow are you broken?â
Alex had to convince them once and for all. Heâd use Alâs persistence to convince them, as he gathered all his strength to speak for him. âAl isnât here anymore. I took over and if you advertise that flaw in public all of your efforts are in vain.â
The brothers were silent and had no choice but to agree with Alex. He had a point about publishing the flawed AAI when they promised the public that nothing would happen to the project. But one virus will break it and that will clearly cause millions or billions of people to question their abilities.
âWe have to remove you, Al,â Gil concluded, âWe need to eradicate the project.â
âItâs Alex,â Alex corrected, âbut I have a deal with you two.â
Ludwig massaged his temples, composed himself and asked which startled Gil, âGo on weâre listening.â
âHow about you announce that the project was a success but you have a reason to not publish âALâ because of security reasons,â Al gestured a number two, âand you release me. You modify me and no one will even notice that Iâm the failed project.â
The brothers were silent. The first deal was good but releasing Alex like that wasnât a good idea. As they discussed their answer to Alexâs proposal, Alex clutched his hand on his chest.
I promise you, Al, he thought, youâll be free.
The brothers turned to face Alex and then Gil sighed. âAlright, youâve got a deal but just let us modify you for a few weeks and then⊠youâre free to go.â
Alex nodded but inside he pumped his fist at his great luck. Probably Al wouldâve embraced him in this euphoric moment⊠if he was here to experience it. Now, he had to be happy for him and live for him.
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After three weeks, the faction was told of the release of Project 11201 and the ceremony was established successfully. They replace Alex with a dummy of their upcoming AAI and Alex was free. There were no more wires attached to transmit data on him but he was given an AAI to help to transmit data. The Beilschmidt brothers were kind enough to lend him some needs like shelter and food because they didnât want to waste such a great experiment away. Well, more like friend now that project 11201 was given the chance to live like one of them
Once again, as Alex arrived at the small house that was his at the city-side he exhaled. He was free. He would live for Al and he would live freely for him. And that was a promise he would keep forever, until the day he finally burns out and until his strength isnât enough to carry the burden.
He clenches his chest and then says, âWeâre free, Al.â
A group of European scientists known as the EuroScience Faction, led by the Beilschmidts, have decided to launch Project 11201: Actuator Link a.k.a. AL, a humanoid AAI that executes data with the god-like speed of the original AAI unit. Until, a security breach occurs in AL's AAI..
In the 23rd century, technology has been highly depended on. The movement of advanced technology as a primary need began in the previous centuries that have manufactured PCs and portable devices. However, the discovery of AAI has eradicated the use of these inventions.
Two German scientists known as the Beilschmidt brothers have contributed the discovery of Advance Artificial Intelligence (AAI). The AAI was formerly a portable super PC that can process, manipulate and organize data in light speed.
With its modified and advanced nexus and motherboard, the expandability of the item caught the attention of the entire world away from the use of the older appliances. Gaining the interest of millions, AAI has been created in different forms. Taking sizes of impossible heaviness to a size that not even the naked eye can see.
This innovative creation has flourished and evolved throughout the years. A large mass of scientists, geniuses, and prodigies have wormed their way to modulate different forms of AAI units.
Hence, a group of European scientists known as the EuroScience Faction, led by the Beilschmidts, have decided to launch Project 11201: Actuator Link a.k.a. AL, a humanoid AAI that executes data with the god-like speed of the original AAI unit. It also includes the actual hormones, heartbeat, and movements of a human being. As the older centuries would call this project as a robot, the ESF decided to defy that word to define a project that is much superior compared to others.
With months of calculating, modifying, and hard labor, the ESF have managed to form a human body out of enhanced carbon models and produced an AAI of its preference. The body was flawless, taking the form of an adult man with wheat blonde hair (including an obnoxious hair strand sticking out), and cyan eyes. The ESF took the project with great effort and attached its head to wires that transmitted commands in the form of white lights passing the tube.
The humanoid sat idly at the center of the observation platform with semi-transparent cyan shades that matched his eyes. His arms and neck were covered with the ESFâs special clothing for him that helps the transition of data in his mind, however, exposing his torso.
His eye movement worked well and his upper body coordination worked properly. All human movements worked and even the AAIâs actions in his brain worked except his speed, speech and expression of human emotions This greatly worried the scientists of the faction and the one of the Beilschmidt brothers, Ludwig, decided to monitor AL to see the problem.
Ludwig carefully surveyed the humanoid that sat before him. He relentlessly jotted down notes and was a bit vexed as the humanoid just carelessly processed data with his eyes rolling from side to side to study his surroundings.
âBrother,â Ludwig called out impatiently, âwhat should we do? No progress has been found after several days of monitoring.â
Through the glass of the room, Gilbert Beilschmidt, scratched the nape of his neck, âI guess we should modify or increase his hormones. Maybe that would be it,â he replied tiredly and tried to avoid his impatient brotherâs glare.
âDo it then,â Ludwig ordered.
Gil rolled his eyes and groaned as he reached towards the holographic keyboard before him and typed in codes to modify AL. The hormones collected from different people who willingly offered, were sucked into the wire that attached AL to the control system. The white light that was once a collection of hormones entered AL. Only to realize that it made no change to the humanoid before them.
However, Ludwig never gave up. âAL, say something.â
The humanoid only responded by opening his mouth and forcing a sound, only to find himself closing his mouth again. He shook his head, not even showing an expression of sadness or grief in his face. Following his example, Ludwig shook his head in disappointment and turned to his brother who typed with great panic and anger at his keyboard.
How was it impossible? He swore that he balanced the AAIâs performance with the human patches. He even had a body perfect to fit the said AAI. The other scientists and his brother worked hard for the project to work and now it seems that all efforts were in vain. He had to do something; something worth a lifetime. Something to make him a legend.
As Gilbert frustratingly typed harshly against the keyboard, he issued commands, codes, and more modifications to AL. The flow of the white lights on AL was rapidly increasing in speed as Gil growled at the keyboard, typing. Ludwig watched as Gil somehow lost control and he ran towards the control room that was surrounded by the sound of buttons beeping and Gilbertâs growls.
âSTOP!â Ludwig barked, âGilbert, get a hold of yourself!â
Gilbert roared, âNo, brother! I wonât make any of our efforts to go in vain. Iâll make it⊠I swear I will!â
Ludwig pulled his brother away from the system but Gilbert flailed at his grip and escaped from it. He proceeded to type again with Ludwig pulling him away from the holographic screen. Gilbert struggled against his brotherâs strong pull but everything else had abruptly stopped when he didnât notice ALâs weird behaviour.
Before the two brothers, AL was trembling with great spasms and the wires that were connected to him sparked sudden flashes of light. Before the wires in him exploded, a shrill scream echoed throughout the closed room and the two brothers were forced to duck under the table and cover their ears to avoid the loud cry.
And for the first time, AL finally felt something⊠something that his knowledge canât comprehend.
ALâs eyes fluttered open and he felt the blood in his veins flow. He gawked as he stretched his arms and flex his fingers towards his palm. He blinked and listened to his surroundings, only to realize⊠there was nothing. Nothing but grey filled his field of vision. No shadows and lights were found yet he found himself able to adapt his eyes to it.
âWhere am I?â
His eyes widened and he clasped his mouth with his cold hands. He could talk. He could finally hear his own voice. And⊠what was that feeling he felt? Why were his lips twitching and his heart racing faster? It felt⊠good.
He grinned and spoke again, âI can talk. I feelâŠâ He paused to find the word. He could feel it come out of his lips but somehow he canât identify it. He tried to make use of the data in his mind and finally he found that word.
Happy.
âHappyâŠâ he repeated. He chanted it until he laughed boisterously in the empty area. He caressed his face gently to feel the big smile that formed on his handsome face. After noticing his astonishment about being happy, he realized that he was only feeling this in an empty area where he doesnât even know.
âI almost forgot I was here,â he said out loud to hear his voice once again.
Once again, he called out and all that was heard was the echo of his voice. He stood up and began to take a few steps only to realize that there were wires restricting him to move about. He winced in pain when he felt one of the wires in his head jerk back. He hissed in pain and decided to look around.
Finally, he looked up and saw a gaping hole containing dozens of wires with white light traveling through it. He studied it carefully and saw a few wires going towards his direction. He unconsciously placed his hand against the back of his head and looked up again.
âThose arenât mine,â he declared, âThereâs definitely someone in here.â
He turned around and found a pair of red eyes staring at him. He flinched and backed away from the eyes and the more he moved back, the more he saw the figure before him. It was actually himself in a different colour, his body facing him upside down. His hair was identical to his but his eyes and clothes were of crimson red. He noticed the otherâs odd wires that carried data were attached to his back instead of his head.
After calming his heartbeat, the other figure asked, âScared ya, didnât I?â
âScared?â
âOh right,â the other him said, âYou donât know what humans feel.â
âDo you mean emotions?â
âYes, I do. And unlike you,â the other moved closer, âI know them.â
âAnger, fear, anxiety, confusion,â the other continued, âhappiness. I can feel them all. I know them all.â
âDoes it feel⊠comfortable?â
The other barked a chuckle, âThis is why Iâm here to show you.â
Before AL could respond, the other self reached his hands towards ALâs body and AL closed his eyes, cringing as he felt waves of warm light flow in his wires. The AAI in his brain alarmed of something dangerous entering his system but for some reason he seemed to be acting normal. AL opened his eyes and a smile crept up his lips as he saw his other self smiling at his accomplishment.
âSecurity breach successful,â the other proclaimed and drifted away from him.
A frown formed on the confused AL, âWhere are you going?â
âItâs alright,â the other grinned, âIâm always with you.â
AL saw his other self dissolve into thin air and he saw a flash of light before his eyes. He squints his eyes but shuts them instead because of its gaudiness. He took a deep breath and felt his body drift awayâŠ
AL sat up bolt as he found himself back on the observational platform. He ignored his check on human movements for he felt it was a drag. He stood up and reminded himself of the wires attached to him. His eyes scanned the room and found a group of scientists before him. They were bickering he knew for he heard their arguments through the glass that separated him from them.
âIt was your fault!â A familiar voice grumbled, âYou shouldnât have lost control. LOOK WHAT HAPPENED.â
âIâm sorry, alright?! How was I supposed to know that a virus would breach through his system walls?â a voice responded.
AL felt anger boil in him. He knew that the other him wasnât a virus and the fact that he was being ignored. He balled his fists and mustered all the air in his lungs.
âHe isnât a virus!â he defended.
Eyes and heads turned to face him with awe struck. âI can speak now because of him. If he hadnât breach through the system, I wouldnât be as human as I am now.â Silence filled the two separate rooms. Suddenly, Gilbert pumped his fist in the air and in pursuit, the scientists cheered, forgetting their argument.
The two brothers embraced each other and AL gawked at how stupid the scientists could be. Ignoring his statement and only embracing the fact that he could talk, how selfish. AL coughed and Ludwig faced him.
âHow is this possible, AL?â he asked releasing his relieved albino brother away from him, âyou had a virus breach your AAI unit and yet you function much better.â
âLike I said, master,â he growled, âhe isnât a virus. He gave me my ability of speech⊠my emotions.â
 Ludwig blinked. âWho is this he you speak of?â
âMy other self,â he flatly responded.
He saw a dash of shocked jolts go through the group of scientists and see them whispering from ear to ear. Ludwig continued to stare into his cyan eyes. AL returned it with a glare that later dwindled into a neutral gaze. Ludwig withdrew his gaze and delved his hand into his pockets, taking his notepad. He wrote something in it and returned to the other room who closely observed AL.
Gilbert shooed the other scientists away and the room was only left with his brother and AL. Gilbert tapped the microphone at the left of his keyboard. He switched its power and his voice boomed in ALâs area.
âAL, can you do a few tests?â Gil asked.
AL confusingly obeyed and Gil tested his body movements. Eye movement, limb coordination, data processing and executing commands were all done. Lastly, Gilbert finally ordered a new command.
âAL, tell us about this âhimâ,â Gilbert said.
âI met him in some empty area,â AL began, âhe looked like me only with a different colour and he taught me theseâŠâ he gestured his hand towards his temple, âemotions.â
âAre you aware of what happened when you were malfunctioning?â Gilbert asked.
AL shook his head. âA security breach occurred and somehow manipulated your drive,â Gilbert rubbed his chin, âbut surprisingly your performance only improved and not to mention this âhimâ or âvirusâ did no damage to you AAI.â
AL nodded and recalled when his other self proclaimed something before disappearing. Security breach, successful, he thought those last words. Does that mean that mysterious version of himself was a virus? He scratched his scalp thinking of the many possibilities of what he could be.
Gilbert interrupted his train of thought when he spoke. âIâll be running some scanning tests on you.â
AL was about to object but realised that he couldnât disobey his creator without a rational reason, âYes, master,â he gave the last word a little of a hiss and once again Gilbert and Ludwig typed, calculated and scanned through him. For some strange reason, he wants to do violent measures to avoid this treatment. But for now⊠heâll oblige.
