Name: EMA-31423, Emma
Species: Emergency Medical Android (Lynx)
Gender: Female
Height: 5'10"
Personality in 4: Childish, Innocent, Curious, Helpful
Sexy stuff: Ace
Vore stuff: Pred: Oral, Anal

Copied and revised slightly from my old account:

Emma is pretty much your bog standard Emergency Medical Android, albeit with an upgraded and unofficial AI. Oh yea, I’ve been thinking about this for a while! -w- Prepare yourselves for the horribly constructed and inevitably long bricks of text I’m about to drop about my latest character (which were written and proofread after being awake for 24+ hours then edited in haste a few years later in a moving car in Hell New Mexico)~ |3

First, some information about the EMAs and their origins in general, then on to Emma specifically....

On a larger than average war torn planet, EMAs are common place on the battle field. Both sides in the war have them and they’re pretty much identical (one side made them, the other side captured one and copied it down to the last screw ‘cause it’s easier than developing their own and it allows EMAs to sneak into other people’s bases.

Many specifics for this particular planet haven’t really be decided yet, but basically there are 2 super powers who hate each other and have been warring against each other for decades. Why? It’s just one of those things that’s been forgotten over time. No one living on the planet can say exactly why the two governments hate each other, but since neither side is mature enough to say “enough is enough” and would much rather point their fingers at the other for one reason or another, the war rages on. Many people openly questioning the war are regarded as ‘terrorists’ and imprisoned or executed.

Both sides have devoted all of their resources to fighting this war, and almost nothing else. As such, the planet in general has some fairly impressive tech, rivalling many other space faring races, but no ships capable of leaving planetary orbit; time that would have been devoted to such research was devoted to weapons and the like.

The EMAs were developed from sex bots (a booming trade encouraged by government as it keeps the population busy) as a quick way to gather wounded soldiers and heal minor injuries on the battlefield during a time when medics were in short supply. EMAs could be mass manufactured in existing plants and quickly programmed with basic medical knowledge and sent right out into battle.

After many successful prototypes and test runs, final design parameters and features were agreed on:

EMAs run off of fuel cells designed to convert organic matter into electricity using a system based partially around a normal organic’s digestive system. This allows the EMAs to use dead soldiers and injured enemy soldiers as fuel as well as normal rations. This technology was pioneered by an innocent young inventor named Chip, who didn't have any interest in war. But in this society, the government owns all. Poor chip was left with nothing and has to watch his invention being used for war. More details will be posted on Chip's ref later~ He has an interesting story too.

EMAs are equipped with an organic shrinking solution; if a patient can not be healed they will be shrunken and stored inside the EMA for transport. A standard but miniaturized life support system along with storage for up to 12 patients is installed in the EMA’s chest cavity; it’s operation is independent of the EMA’s main operating system and will automatically care for any patient admitted. Patients admitted to the life support system are placed into deep freeze hibernation and can be stored for up to 2 weeks without brain or organ damage, and up to 3 months with minimal damage if needed. Patients are admitted to the life support system via the EMA’s mouth; lights in the EMA’s throat tube will glow white when it is admitting a patient, otherwise they are red. Any patient being swallowed when lights are still red can grab onto the uvula to force the EMA to halt the swallowing process (this feature can be disabled if needed). Waste is non toxic.

EMAs have are modeled to be anatomically correct, and therefore are capable of intercorse. Semen collected in the artificial vagina is directed to the fuel cells, though energy gained is insubstantial. Skin colours may vary depending on supply.

EMA’s AI must be simplistic and emotionless. They are programmed with simple drives: pick up and heal wounded soldiers, eat enemy soldiers, allow allied soldiers to have sex with them.

The breastplate of EMAs are removable for access to the life support system; the main computer (controls life support, servos, and other basic functions) is located just below the collar bones. The back of the skull is removable for access to the AI processor and memory.

Four medicine sacs are installed in the stomach area of every EMA; they are hooked directly to the life support system but are also accessible via a special connection through the navel (primarily used for refills, but can be siphoned in emergencies).

The skeletons of the EMAs are all identical, but different skins are applied to vary their appearance if desired. Most B stock or overstock from the sexbot trade ends up as an EMA so appearances can be quite varied.

EMAs have no speech capabilities, they are not needed. They are equipped with a basic tone generator for error codes.



Now we can get onto the details of Emma..... See, not all the soldiers on the battlefield are horny dick heads looking to get it on with the first remotely feminine form to grace their presence. EMA-31423 only had several months as a standard EMA before she met a soldier named Ethan in one of the camps. Ethan didn’t have any interest in having sex with the android, but he was a talented software engineer who also didn’t have much interest fighting a useless war. Ethan was able to get EMA-31423 into his tent under the pretense of sex, but quickly disabled her AI once she was inside.

Over the next few days, he uploaded an experimental AI he had been writing into EMA-31423’s AI processor, disregarding the original simplistic AI completely (aside from the medical knowledge). It didn’t take to long to adapt the program and streamline it; Emma was born. Ethan spent all of his free time with Emma, teaching her basic emotions and fine tuning her program. Programming advanced emotions and personality into a basic AI computer was a challenge. Such AI programs would normally necessitate a computer with several times the processing power of an EMA’s AI processor.

Eventually Ethan was able to stuff his entire program into Emma’s AI processor with a little bit of extra storage added in courtesy of a few flash memory modules from various hardware around the camp. He was also able to program the tone generator to communicate using hex code and binary. Not the most efficient way of communication but it was good enough. He also linked a tablet to her main computer for quick diagnostics and easier communication.

Over the next few weeks, Ethan watched as Emma’s personality developed and evolved. The tablet also allowed him to take real time peeks into her coding as it started growing rearranging itself; he had done it! An advanced self growing AI inside of a primitive EMA. The real sense of achievement came when Emma became more and more curious about her surroundings as well as herself. She was shy and unsure of herself, but seemed to delight in pleasing Ethan. When Ethan was fighting, she would occupy herself making music with her tone generator (yes, she can “sing” a chiptune *bricked*) and listening to music on the radio.

Eventually, Emma’s AI started growing at a rate that surprised even Ethan, she was given several more memory chips and her main computer was replaced with a smaller, more efficient pocket computer taken from the surplus supplies that allowed even more memory to be fitted in her chest; this was mostly used as storage for memories as it necessitated a slower interface. With a few hundred terabytes of fast access memory and just over a petabyte of storage, Ethan hoped that she wouldn’t need another upgrade for several years. He added in several compression algorithms and a program that would determine how compressed memories would be depending on importance that could be overridden by Emma’s main AI if needed.

Ethan and Emma were able to enjoy each other's company for several months, but good things hardly last, especially in times of war. One night Ethan did not return from fighting, and the next person Emma saw was a stranger coming in to collect Ethan’s things; Ethan had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and would not be returning. Confused, afraid, and not wanting to stay behind to become a sex toy, Emma fled and started a life on her own.... She felt obligated to help injured people, and would often be seen helping the people left behind by the other EMAs, regardless of what side they were on. She didn’t feel right feeding on the remains of fallen soldiers, but she found plenty of rude people to fill her belly, as well as leftover rations and the occasional small animal.

That’s all for now~ uwu Thoughts please! And also cookies if you read all of my inane dribble XD