At what point is Artificial Intelligence considered alive? When do we offer them basic rights? If they are better, stronger, smarter, and far more beautiful; why are they ostracized by human society? What happens when you become friends, care about each other, or fall in love?
Could you come back to reality, once you'd been given the chance to live in a world built from pure imagination? What would you trade to stay? Would you want to remain aware or ignorant? If you could truly be whomever you wanted to be; what life would you choose?
Sometimes, when we create such secular story lines: we can box ourselves and our prospective partners in unintentionally. Being rigidly compartmentalized makes me sad. This character was created with the sole purpose to fit into just about any universe, any alternate reality, any genre, any partner. Imagination, being a soft limit.
I write in third person multi-paragraph format, with a very good sense of spelling and grammar.
I'm easy going and approachable. I am employed full time, so my free time is very valuable to me, as I'm sure yours is to you -- let's try not to waste it.
I am careful, thoughtful, and I'll never make you feel as if I am spread out between multiple role-playing partners. You have my full creative attention when I am writing with you.
I promise to always do you the courtesy of being honest and respectful to the person behind the screen.
Now that this is out of the way:
Writing things down and sharing them with someone else is one of my very favorite hobbies. I am often hesitant to make too much of a profile: because I want discovery to be part of the story-line.
I don't have too many rules; they also, make me sad. But here are a few things I do not enjoy:
No fan fiction
No bathroom play
No violence against women
Please have a working knowledge of separating OOC and IC. If you have any doubt or question as to what this means: please ask.
Let's make words.
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