Kurot Arksen
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As technology improved over the years and decades, Kurzweil (or the android copy of him—well, you get the idea) upgraded and uploaded several times, leading eventually to the Mark VII. Self-contained and reasonably lifelike (although not too lifelike, to avoid Uncanny Valley effects), its quantum processing neural network had greater density and higher processing speed per cubic inch than the human mind. Secondary storage was available through a relatively small built-in and upgradeable solid state drive, but the Mark VII was designed to rely primarily on cloud storage via high-speed wireless access to the GoogleZon (by this point, the two companies had taken over enough of the "Internet" that the name was officially changed). It also had hot-swappable memory module interfaces, but who used those anymore? And, because living forever in an artificial body wouldn't be any fun without them, the Mark VII had sexual organs, fully functioning (the less said about how the reproduction part worked, the better) and configurable on the fly for either or both genders.
Oh, and it had laser beam eyes. Because if you were designing an android body for yourself, wouldn't it have frickin' laser beams in its head?
That was in the Before. The Kurzbot Mark VII—or Kurot Arksen, as he now remembers his name—still lives. His RealFlesh® "skin" has disintegrated, but the shell underneath, made of the same plastic stuff that survives while everything around it is destroyed, is mostly intact, if scuffed and beaten. His miniature nuclear power source has thousands of years left before it will need new fuel, and the secondary solar cells are in relatively decent shape. The android's built-in GPS positioning function still works, but it's been unreliable ever since the untended satellites began to drift in their orbits. The sexual organs, alas, got stuck in default mode ("neither").
He doesn't remember any of that now. When the GoogleZon went down forever after the Big Thing, Kurot lost access to nearly all of his memories. He now has only a rudimentary knowledge of who he was, and knows almost nothing about the Big Thing. With only his local storage and whatever stray memory devices he can find, he wanders the wastes near the Gam'A Zone, trying to remember.
