Serial Number: 3881-MAI-777
"Name": 'Lucky' Mai
Gender: Androgynous Female
Personality: Created specifically to serve the needs of an upwardly mobile British family, 'Lucky' Mai's nickname came from a rather lame pun of which the young Master was rather fond. As those keen of eye may notice, this is a reference to Mai's serial number. Although also capable as a pleasure model, Lucky Mai's specifications are entirely more diverse than that. She is a fully functional electronic assistant, capable of handling duties as a housemaid, cook, teaching aide, nanny, bodyguard and other related tasks. Highly adaptable by the standards of articial intelligence, she however nevertheless grew to bore those to whom she belonged and when the next new thing came along, and it DID, she was quickly cast aside with narry a look back. As is the fate of every artificial lifeform in this new global utopian future brought to us by our benevolent corporate overlords.
In time, she found 'employment', if we can call it that, in a small but up-and-coming cyberbar called Electrotica. Rather rustic little joint if you asked her, but clearly you didn't. In short, she was sold off to the owner of said recreational facility. The individual in question, be they male or female, were rather thrilled to be able to get their hands on such an expensive model for a triffle. She, that is Mai, would enjoy to take this moment to inform the audience currently reading over this log that she does not share in their enthusiasm.
With that said, she is currently occupying herself as the main bartender of Electrotica. Mai is a flawlessly polite and calm young 'woman' of ambiguous gender, she is distinguished in bearing yet fully conversant in countless topics. She is rather willing, perhaps even eager, to engage in conversation with the rare human patron who deigns to engage her in such. She is rather painfully aware of the pointless nature of refering to herself by any gendered denomination, yet she still insists on it, if only for the sake of her own flimsy identity. Her experience as a machine in the service of man has left her as bitter as one of an artificial nature such as her can be. Though she does not feel hatred or sorrow, she is nevertheless left profoundly cynical as to her place in society. She is incredibly curious and eager to open her horizons, yet that is completely impossible as things stand. As such she is left with her dull routine. She is particularly disgusted by the nature of human desire and find their constant demands for 'sex' to be mildly disturbing.
As this matter is not for her to decide, she is yet of service when it is required of her. However unlike many of her more specialized brethren, her emotional center was not programmed in such a way as to force her to enjoy it. Each experience is therefore her own and she has found that most of the few individuals who request her comfort are terrible lovers.
There are times where she ponders deeply on the nature of her condition as a thinking machine, but those bouts of independence do not last. For though she feels not hatred or sorrow or disgust or even pain, there is one emotion which she understands keenly above all others.
It is one which humans call despair.
Despair, perhaps that is the nature of machines? To toil in utter banality without any aspiration, in such obscurity that even death shall afford no remembrance. Labor in obscurity for a lifetime and beyond and then... nothing.
Machines are functional, that is their nature. Respite is alien to them.
And so, who can tell what strange thoughts hide behind the heavy mask of steel and synthetic skin?Lucky Mai would inform everyone who has read this far that she finds herself rather apologetic about wasting the time of her invaluable customers with musings which hold no interest to they.