“The unleashed power of the atom has changed everything save our modes of thinking, and we thus drift toward unparalleled catastrophes.”- Albert Einstein
A secret government creation, AKA Icarus, is a humanoid warmachine that is capable of covert strikes beyond even a nuclear scale. One that held the sentience of peak human intelligence, but didn't hold the emotional weakness of humanity itself. Armed with futuristic technology and forbidden energies that is far beyond anything modern society is used to, Project: PINOCCHIO is among, if not, the most terrifying advancements known to mankind. To kill without remorse and to do so with absolute efficiency is all he has known and ever will know, making him a rumored, but hated relic of humanity that shall bring cataclysm to human civilization. Such was the horror that the Illuminati brought to this world."I want to be a real person."
"I've seen the end. It is... as they say... sad."
As the harbinger of the scientific apocalypse, however, Project: PINOCCHIO has developed new conflict in his sentient directive upon isolated reflection: the desire to understand what it meant to be human. If killing was fundamentally wrong, then what compels humanity to feel that way? What was the point of his creation? The more he attempts to discover the meaning of life, the more his own atrocities within human history weigh upon him. What does it mean to feel compassion and love for your own kind? He who is meant for nothing but bloodshed, there is little reason for a warmachine to seek such information... and yet, the more PROJECT: PINOCCHIO killed, the more it yearned for a single wish,