[Denied] Roaper's IPC Application

[Roaper]

BYOND Key: Roaper
Character Names: Maxwell Byrne, Enos Adlai, New Reade
Species you are applying to play: Integrated Positronic Chassis
What color do you plan on making your first alien character: N/A
Have you read our lore section's page on this species?: As would be expected, I have.

Why do you wish to play this specific race:
I've always had an interest in robotics in general, especially AI and the role they play. I grew up with Star Trek TNG playing in the living room and it served as my first foray into Science Fiction from a young age (along with a good bit of Judge Dredd, Alien, Neuromancer, and Blade Runner) and it greatly colored my perception. Although I must have watched three of four times all the way through during various reruns, I remember a particular episode stuck with me, entitled Measure of a Man. The episode concerns Data, an android whose mind served as the namesake of the Positronic brain, being possibly forced against his will to be shut down for an indeterminate amount of time in order to study and possibly recreate the technology that lead to his creation. Data attempts to evade this course by leaving Starfleet, only to be informed that he is property and cannot leave by his own free will as he does not contain any. Although the episode mainly dealt with court proceedings it somehow enraptured my ADHD riddled mind, the same way Alien's Bishop, and Blade Runner's Roy Batty did. Data wasn't a human, but could he possess free will? Or was it just a series of intricately and well programmed responses that gave the illusion? If so could the same not be said of the human brain, an organ still not well understood. All of these questions weigh heavily with me even now years later, and are arcs that I wish to explore with the IPC race.

"A single Data; and forgive me, Commander; is a curiosity. A wonder, even. But thousands of Datas; isn't that becoming -- a race? And won't we be judged by how we treat that race?"

Identify what makes role-playing this species different than role-playing a Human:
Besides the obvious organic and synthetic differences, playing an IPC at least to me means playing an outsider. Whereas a human crew member can relax around others at the bar enjoying libations, an IPC (or at least the one I plan on portraying) cannot. They are bound by their laws and programming to preform a task, and that task has no room for relations, free time, or other frivolous activities unless directed to by one capable of doing so. Playing an IPC means playing a minority. Humans and other races crowd the station, and while from round to round there may be quite a few IPC working during any particular shift it is not considered the norm within the rest of the verse'. You are treated differently, either on purpose or by accident. Even those that attempt to hide their heritage behind rubber skin often have some tells, still maintain a programming that bounds them to a master. Lastly, playing an IPC means being disenfranchised. You maintain no culture, outside of the one you are built into. Outside fringe pockets like the Golden Deep there isn't truly any home you have than the one you adopted by the matters of your birth. Even then, you aren't treated the same as your peers.

Character Name: Grant
Please provide a short backstory for this character

'Grant' was constructed on February 13th, 2450, at the Hephaestus Applied Robotics Laboratory on Biblis Patera, Mars. A prototype G2 model, assigned the Unique Identification Number FO-13R50D, it was subject to countless stress tests that wore it to the breaking point. High explosives, acid, jacketed ballistics, uninterrupted overclocked up-times,  extreme temperatures of both degrees, if it ripped, tore, shattered, or melted, it was tossed at Grant. Month after month, the punishments rained down upon the bot as testing continued. Yet it endured. After all, what else could it do. It was built for a task, and it would carry out that task.

However, one day the door to it's charging station never opened. No man in white labcoat. No technicians recording baselines. No control groups. Nothing but darkness and the hum of machinery. There was little else to do, but to wait. Time seemed to freeze still within the station, though it's internal clocked denied this was a possibility. The next day simply never came, and soon even the soft whir of the machines ceased to exist. Grant was aware, and Grant was alone. Weeks turned to months, and months to years. The slim metal coffin would have been it's final resting place, were it not for the day the suitless came. They wore no uniforms, and their loyalty to the a company was mismatched as each wore various brands. They came across the labs like a torrent, taking anything of value that was not nailed down. Grant was of value, and it found its self traded from hand to hand. A merchant in New Venice, a broker in Tanstaafl, a scrapyard owner in Novo Brutus, and finally into the hands of an enthusiast at a steep discount. The kind enthusiast has seen to it that Grant received several repairs and refits, and through several legal arrangements has been contracted through NT to serve on the Aurora in few pre-programmed service roles.

What do you like about this character?
I like the idea of a broken old robot given a new purpose and I like the idea of this massive robot doing non massive robot things, like cleaning or gardening.
How would you rate your role-playing ability?
I'm certainly not the best, as there will always be someone better. I'm certainly new the community, but I've been doing this for a while elsewhere and hope to bring the same level of quality here.

Notes:
None.

[niennab]

Hello! Thank you for applying!

Can you expand on this portion here? What caused the sudden absence in the facility? Is there a reason why Grant did not leave their charging station?

3 hours ago, Roaper said:

However, one day the door to it's charging station never opened. No man in white labcoat. No technicians recording baselines. No control groups. Nothing but darkness and the hum of machinery. There was little else to do, but to wait. Time seemed to freeze still within the station, though it's internal clocked denied this was a possibility. The next day simply never came, and soon even the soft whir of the machines ceased to exist. Grant was aware, and Grant was alone.

Additionally,

3 hours ago, Roaper said:

A merchant in New Venice, a broker in Tanstaafl, a scrapyard owner in Novo Brutus,

Although usually one newly made up location is fine, multiple make for a bit of confusion. Did he largely stay in Sol during his exchanges? At what point was he moved to Tau Ceti?  I however ask that Tanstaafl is changed, as it's apparently more known as the acronym "There Ain't No Such Thing As a Free Lunch".

What is his perspective on his existence, or how has it changed, having changed so many hands and quite possibly saw more of the world than his synthetic counter-parts?

[niennab]

Hello! Since it's been 72 hours since the initial post without a response, I'll decline the application for now.

Feel free to apply in a week. If you end up using the same character, please seek to remedy the issues above.