Name: Nea Amaechi

Prejudice towards robotic life forms had existed before robotic life was truly conscious. While researching her robotic heritage, Nea Amaechi found an ancient barbaric human tradition of robotic “blood” sports. They called it battle bots and had her rudimentary ancestors fight, sometimes to the death, for sport. This was not some underground illegal dog fight, which the humans also enjoyed. These robot fights were somehow fully legal and even distributed on television to millions all over the human’s sole planet where even the children enjoyed the cruelty.

Ages had gone by since then, and non-robotic life forms still held beliefs that those of flesh were more valuable than those of silicon. Nea was stuck in the middle. Part shark, but also deeply robotic. She operated mostly by her meat brain, which made her far too slow to engage with the AIs in any meaningful way. Still, after having over 50% of herself augmented robotically, the purists viewed her as no different than a fully automated package delivery drone.

She sometimes regretted her choices and missed the body and the society that she had been born with. But stronger than that regret was a passion for strength and growth. At first, that had been directed into training and exercise, but once she had reached the limits of her physical form, she needed to augment to keep improving. Now she was fast, strong, powerful, and still improving.

Her augmentations were expensive, and there was money to be made as a bounty hunter. The money was great, the job was exciting, and it gave her the practice she needed to improve her skills further and synergize her flesh and robotic halves.

Her current job was the rare sort where she was sent to retrieve someone civilly with no violence. She arrived on Egeolara and traveled to the oasis location where her targets would be waiting. They were armed and ready for a fight, though not expecting only her.

“Where is Audo Graf and the army of the collective! We are ready to die here for what we believe in!” A defiant dog yelled in defense.

“Audo Graf has much more serious things to deal with. I don’t even know if that hooligan is still serving in the army. His master, the speaker of the collective, was murdered last night. The interim speaker fears that this one act of violence could quickly escalate into another all-out war. She wishes to push for reconciliation, and I have been sent to escort you peacefully under her personal protection to Laruta to discuss your terms.”