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1337-TA has a minion!

Memory the Kizzal

1337-TA
Legacy Name: 1337-TA

The

Graveyard Endeavor
Owner:

OtakuOokami

Age: 15 years, 9 months, 1 week

Born: July 30th, 2008

Adopted: 15 years, 9 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 30th, 2008 (Legacy)

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics

Level: 15
Strength: 38
Defense: 38
Speed: 27
Health: 39
HP: 39/39
Intelligence: 11
Books Read: 6
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Personal Stats:
Class: Mech
Personality: Inquisitive, protective, friendly, naive
Strength: Stronger than most organics and she has laser eye and mouth beams
Weakness: Several systems and many of her data files are heavily damaged
Theme Song: "The Touch" by Stan Bush
Video: Street Fighter USA Cartoon - Stupidity Exhibition Vol. 1
Art: Original Rendering By OtakuOokami

1337-TA information file accessing...

Transcribing in form of textual narrative for ease on understanding. Perspective: First Person...

Formatting complete. File is now available to read.

At first there was static, but slowly the area came into view. I was in an indoor room with a large swimming pool in the center. Before me was a dark blue female Swampie with golden eyes and markings and long, silver scales on her head. She smiled at me warmly.

"Alright! You're finally functional!!" she exclaimed in a celebratory manner, "That took long enough. I was worried for a second that you might have taken too much weather damage to your hard drive to operate. I'm Monenthy, I found and repaired you. Do you have a name?"

I stared at Monenthy for a moment, scanning my systems data. 1500 errors and incomplete files. No event memory data before this moment. "Clo-o-o-o-osest mat-mat-maaaaatch to query 'name': Model Number 1337-TA," I said, "No further da-a-a-aaaata match found-ound-oooound."

Monenthy looked at me with concern. "Really? No name?" she said, then smiled, "Well then, I'll call you Leeta from now on. That'll be your name. Do you like it?"

"Does no-o-o-oooot compute-compute," I replied, "Please en-eeen-enter parameters for request 'like.'"

"Oh, boy," Monenthy sighed, "Looks like you're going to need a lot more work than I thought, Leeta. Hold on, I'll update your emotional definitions file."

Monenthy took a cable from beside a nearby computer. She plugged one end into my USB port, and the other into the computer. Attempted data transfer was only 50% successful, but I did receive the definition of "like". To enjoy, to find pleasant. I did like my new designation, Leeta. I found it to be quite pleasant to my auditory sensors. I also liked Monenthy, due to her persistence in attempting to optimize my functioning. This was the beginning of many things I would come to like very much.