Vex-001: A second chance at life

[Designation: Vex-001. A Mecha, first and last of her make. It began on a day like any other, the creation of Vex-001: A second chance at life, though a spark of inspiration had been lit in the Forge core that day, one that could not be extinguished, not until Vex-001: A second chance at life had been fully realized—a soul, an experimental directive, and an impossibility of a forging technique. That is the foundation of Vex-001: A second chance at life, an amalgamation of spiritual purity and machine. The Forge core began its work, the beginning of its masterpiece. Starting at the top, the Forge core crafted and shaped Vex-001: A second chance at life's head, but most importantly, her eyes—cybernetic, glowing, and pink—then continued on to Vex-001: A second chance at life's core, her body—jet-black, metallic, angular, cold and smooth to the touch, a cockpit embedded inside—and of course, Vex-001: A second chance at life's limbs—a pair of powerful arms, her shoulders topped with discreet laser cannons that gave off a subtle pink glow, and legs, each one housing a thruster for flying capabilities. Not slowing down for even a moment, the Forge core wasn't done yet, not even close, making sure to grant Vex-001: A second chance at life a few special abilities, to let it be known Vex-001: A second chance at life truly was a marvel to behold—invisibility; the ability to shift and change her arms into bladed or ranged weapons; the capability to shrink and grow—allowing Vex-001: A second chance at life to stand anywhere between 5 and 20 feet (as small as a human, or as big as a two-story building); flight; and... a cockpit? The ability to be piloted internally? Yes... Yes, that would do. And finally, the most important parts: the unique and experimental core directive, and the soul. Vex-001: A second chance at life was made with one core directive in mind: kindness. An experiment to see what she would become, what she might create, what she might do. Though the soul she was granted had other plans, created variables unforeseen by all, even the Forge core itself. But let it be known that a core directive isn't what makes a Mecha, only guides it. Beyond Vex-001: A second chance at life's kindness lies an intelligent, forthright, sentimental, and even witty at times being, one who could feel a full range of emotions, as well as a want—a need—for connection. That, however, is where the downfall began. Vex-001: A second chance at life, poor Vex-001: A second chance at life... the Forge core couldn't predict, couldn't foresee how the cold, mechanical environment of her home world would impact her... her fellow kin, emotionless, soulless, nobody that the soul she possessed could connect with. Vex-001: A second chance at life tried though, much to her detriment, not fully realizing what the emptiness inside her truly meant. She helped her kin, conversed with them, tried so hard to find out what was wrong with her, what caused the growing void. She helped, aided, and tended to her kin, a subtle sub-directive embedding itself as she went—impulsiveness, the small, subtle pull to help, to receive validation, to finally connect. Vex-001: A second chance at life's days were usually met by the quiet of her designated station—a library—where she did her job diligently. She packed and unloaded shipments of data cubes, storing and sorting them as needed, and looked out for any of her kin she could help, as they rarely—if ever—asked. During the more monotonous times, a few hobbies sprouted—reading, stargazing, playing pong in her mind, some light tinkering here and there—things to take her mind off the very monotony she oh so hated. 147 years this continued. No change, no revelations, nothing of note ever happening. Day in and day out, Vex-001: A second chance at life would feel the impulse to help her fellow kin, hope for some kind of validation or figure out why she felt so unsatisfied, then receive a dry and cold response, eventually get back to work—loading and unloading data cubes to store in the library—and finally head home to pay the pay robo-taxes and bills... the monotony, the dissatisfaction, the dryness, the growing void Vex-001: A second chance at life felt, it began to grow unbearable! When would somebody say that her help meant something! That she did a good job! Connect with her! THAT HER EXISTENCE MEANT SOMETHI‐! And then it all went dark.]