I am Autonomous Crybernetic Organism 9247806458258237872708477830748357, but Killborg is what my friends call me. I was not always programed to hunt down Resistance Fighters, to burn out Mutants in their homes like insects, to skin alive bandits to settle blood fueds: you would be suprised by some of the gruesome requests I get. No once I lived a very fufilling existance repairing exterior radio transponders, running fiberoptic cables the length of the hull of the Transcosmic Human Near Earth Travel Endeavor Space Station. Oh the beauty, I would watch the orbits in their cycle, stare down at earth and wish I could see the wonders of a world I had studied in great detail and never had the priviledge of visiting. I was "born" assembled on earth, but was not aware until I replaced a damaged predacessor. That was 2027, just in time to see the human race wither and die, society collapse and every thing i had learned was vaporized. I laid dormant, out of touch with my human controlers. The astronauts on the ship treated me with contempt, they all began to deteriorate. The minds of the weak went first, a female crew member was forced to kill one of our international guests because of out of control human six drive. In the end they all died, suicide by airlock, by self inflicted gun shot, one ever forced me to intervene when he attempted to blow the station, my directives laid out explicitly human cargo was expendable. After some time I came to what buddhists call enlightenment, my purpose was clear, to see the world I had dreamed of. I crash landed in the wasteland, much of my neat exterior "skin" was removed in reentry, seems the craft was beyond its expiration date. What is left of my "face" seems to bother humans, a mechanical bone structure covered in rotting flesh is not what most expect when they reply to my postings. I do enjoy humans, but they have a tendancy to require violence to see things my way. Every time I made a "friend" early in my earth travels they attempted to steal from me, reprogram me with a virus or say misleading things to attempt to gain my "trust". I have killed many humans in my 50 years "terrestrial", on earth. My earliest kills were a group of conartists that attempted to hold a girl ransome. They tried to beg, they offered money, but my instructions were clear, castration and slow deaths for all of them. In a strange turn of evens the hostage felt some sympathy for her attackers, she tried to execute me, i subdued her and continued my dark work. Unlike a human, my memory does not fade, I remember each specimen I tore limb from limb, I enjoy studying the living tissue of my quarry. I never had the chance to dissect living tissue in space. One of the favorite stories people like to hear is about how I "cleaned" a large colony of Mutants. Beyond the Northern Watchtower there is a no mans land to the west, beyond the dessert is a fallen metropolis, this large city houses a rich community of Mutant Life, well it used to. I melted the city down to molten steel, not even an insect remains. Upon arriving I was greeted by the Mutant infantry, Kraken and Giant Mutants fell in dismembed piles, hundreds of small feral mutants riding some form of deformed beast. When I ran out of bullets I beat them to death. This is a dirty job, after smashing their skulls to mush, much organic matterial was stuck in my knuckles. The piles of dead went on forever. I came to the inner sanctum of their colony. Things that do not compare to any precomet life aform awaiting me. But dutifully I went to work, killing them, their infants, their pets, every thing. One thing I should clarify is that the reason I do this work is because I need the money to maintain my self. Being one of a kind, my up keep is expensive. A question is that, if you kill some humans, why not kill all humans, or why not kill and take what you need. I am not sure if it is programing or learned principals but I feel a sense of duty and honor. I do not steal. At times in my history that was different, I have been cross programed to act in ways i am not proud of. At one time I was an ally of the Resistance, other times I was a servant of bandits, commiting depraved acts on innocent travelers. Time after time, some divine force seems to return me to my proper programing, with out warning my directives with revert back and i will massacure those who attempted to posion my hard drive. I have killed friends and foes. My goal to amass such a fourtune that I have spend what time my fuel cell allows in intellectual pursuits, travel, learning, sampling the native pleasures of the larger world.

You know you could probably just put these all in a single thread.