-[FULL NAME: Klara von Hirsch -[PLACE OF BIRTH: ACCESS DENIED. DIREKTOR OVERRIDE REQUIRED. INITIATE DECRYPT PROTOCOL? [Y]/N -[Planet Hamburg, but hijacked citizen metadata implies UGxhbmV0IFdlaW1hciwgVGh1cmluZ2lh 403 FORBIDDEN -[DATE OF BIRTH: November 21st, 808 AS -[PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Freelancer, Computer Science Specialist for RGS NeuSec (Neural Security) Division -[PREVIOUS REPUTATION: Civilian
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My earliest memory? The endless winter of Hamburg. The flurries of snow that turn the world into an endless white as I look outside through the window, held in my mother's arms. Been living there as long as I can remember. And just to be clear, this scar on my face? No idea where it came from, and they won't tell me about it. My parents, I mean... They always called it a birthmark when I was a kid. As far as I know, they're both retired Rheinland officers with several accolades, and are receiving hefty pensions. We lived peacefully in the upper economical class of the planet. They encouraged me to get involved in a more passive way of life in the form of professional post secondary education. But before that, my local school hailed me as a prodigy in the arts of the mind. The mind of a machine. More than any other class, I performed the strongest in the standardized informational curriculum on computers in the beginning of my secondary school courses and I was recommended by the school board to skip ahead to the more complex computer science programs. I was about 14 when it occurred to me that I have a unique affinity for the art of code. Lines upon lines of code, all meant to and designed to operate a specific way and under set conditions. Flawlessly running itself over and over, obeying the whims of its creator at every turn. I find the nature of coding to be quite calming. Sitting in a room vacant of all but myself, my eyes glued to the endless text I will into existence. I create life within the machine. Life which can harm, just as much as it can help. Without someone like me, a machine is little more than scrap metal.
And so it was to be expected of me that I would attend university to obtain a degree on the subject. I went to the Technological Institute of Hamburg within the planetary capital sector for a four year degree majoring in computer science. However, only three out of four would be attended, considering I'm here now, talking to you. My marks were so exemplary that I was scouted by RGS before finishing my degree. I believe they pulled some strings to allow me to "graduate" early, if that makes any sense. Anyways, they brought me on board as a security analyst and assistant developer for their neural net security. I found out rather quickly about their workplace ethics and social climate. It was a rather... no, an incredibly discriminatory experience. Many upper echelon male employees were jealous of my talent and found multiple methods to restrain and slow my climbing of the corporate ladder. As it fell under the grey area of their company legal codex somehow, I was powerless to stop their sabotages of my budding career, and it came to a head not more than a month ago when I'd had enough of it and quit, but not before attempting to hack away a chunk of their private data. Long story short, it didn't go too well. There was a logic bomb in the data package that corrupted it all, rendering it worthless. In the end, Republican was not for me. I returned home with my tail between my legs, hoping for another opportunity to present itself.
That opportunity came in the form of the undercover bunch of recruiters that, bit by bit, convinced me to come to you in my time of weakness. I'd have figured the Bundschuh would have dragged me in first, but I guess your agents were quicker on the draw. They pulled the wool from my eyes. Promises of a union which values you for who you are and what you do best. Promises of a new Rheinland that respects the rights of trampled down workers such as myself. Luckily for me, my parents had trained me from a young age in the skills of space flight with an old military fighter that they were allowed to keep from before... I want to say 800 AS. I know my way around it, and yes, I know how to use those guns. On the way here, I'd already emerged just barely on top of a couple of incidents with the police because they considered it to be stolen tech. That's what you saw coming into the hangar earlier. A banged up mess of patchwork that was barely functional, but just enough to make it to you. I... borrowed it. Indefinitely. So here's hoping that you find a use for me that doesn't involve having to put up with poor wages, pitiful working environments, and misogynists. I came to terms with what your ideals must need of me to come to life a while back. I'm prepared for the sins I must commit in the name of the workers.
D.I.S.C.O.R.D. ID:You've got it already. Don't you have anything better to do?
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