As it was stated in the Mark I's log, the Mark I was a powerhouse that had to await orders to be useful. I was content with this, in fact, it was a purposeful measure to make sure that the Mark I's brain functions didn't produce any unwanted reactions involving free will and the repercussions that would follow (usually a "killer cyborg" situation, though, he was designed to kill in the first place. Perhaps "Killer Cyborg Pointed in the Wrong Direction" would be better suited?)
Getting back on track: the idea had always been floating around in my mind to fix this fear of mine and simply build something that could perform on its own without "going psycho", if you prefer a simpler term. The robots could perform on their own, of course, but they were limited and couldn't be counted on to make the right decisions at all times. What I needed was a working human brain; not just a dead brain that I brought back to semi-functioning ability. What I managed, in the end, was both a success and a failure (bear with me on the foreshadowing; I do appear to have a dramatic bone in my body at times).
I began with a live specimen. Once again, please, don't jump to conclusions. I didn't kidnap anyone; this was a volunteer. I won't go into his background or reasons for submitting himself, but I was most grateful and also not terribly bothered by my failure, since he had claimed to have lost the will to live a long time ago. All the better, then! It was a tremendous failure, and the body did not respond at all. In the end, he would have come out the same as the Mark I, so I discontinued the work. I gave the man a decent burial in the garden in hopes that his body would provide nutrients for the mutated plant life with which I was experimenting, at the time.
Thankfully, breaking the normal "third time's the charm" business, I was able to produce the desired result on my second attempt. The next volunteer was less willing to lose his life but, that happened to work out this time as I was determined to keep the body alive at all times during the operation. Granted, I was bordering on simple cyborg replacements to a living human body, but he agreed to the brain alterations all the same, giving me what I desired out of the attempt. It was curious, since he wasn't agreeable with the possible failure and loss of life, but somehow regarded the brain work as acceptable. If I had lost the brain, would he not still lose his life, even if his life functions had not ceased?
Philosophy not being in my "doctorate", I continued and managed to complete the cyborg system model MK II that you see above. He was much less of a powerhouse than the first, as much of his body was replaced with a light frame and new synthetic, malleable "skin" that was based on the nano-gel substance I used in my Green Devil project. The file photo above shows the added armor and charge rifle he would use in battle situations, though; my proudest accomplishment with this model was how well he could pass as a human. Granted, his skin was white and marked with seams, but dressing him fully would allow him to infiltrate populated areas almost unnoticed. His weight was even bordering on acceptable for normal human standards! With heavy clothing, no one would be able to tell that someone so lean might not be as heavy.
However, as I foreshadowed above, this was indeed a success and a failure. It was a success because, well, look at him! Perfect! It's as close as I've ever come to creating my own human, in essence. Every piece was replaced with something of my own design. He gains power like a human by eating and using the energy, his weapon energy is powered by the solar array much like the other robots, and his nano-skin is resistant to damage and can even perform repairs on its own (though, it does need considerable time to do so). As you well know, though, my intent was to build something autonomous that wouldn't turn on its creator, or simply turn into an indiscriminate killing machine. It most certainly was autonomous, and I must continue to call it "He" as he most certainly is his own self. I didn't tamper much with the brain as I would have liked.
So, as you might have guessed, the failure part is the fact that the Mark II, one day, left the lab. I'm mildly afraid to say that he has not returned nor made any movements or signs of his existence. He's fallen off the map, so to speak. What are his plans? Where has he gone? What will he do with his newfound powers and, regarding those powers: Sweet zombie jesus WHY did I implant him with all that and NOT put some sort of control feature in his brain!? I've clawed through my notes over and over and, for the life of me, I simply cannot figure out why I lost myself in my work so much that I completely failed to protect against something like this. I am utterly flabbergasted at my complete lack of intelligence in this situation.
I'll finish this up by saying this: I do not know of his intentions. Study the hair and the eyes; know that his skin is white and seamed, similar to the standard robots. Keep an eye out for him. I don't know if he would try to hide his looks or not. I do believe that my next projects should be efforts to protect myself from this particular failure and exercise in stupidity.
