Fracture: Prologue

May 15, 2067
Marhk12, a multi-billion dollar company, which specialized in advanced robotics and artificial intelligence, branched out from their usual work, and, in secret, developed an AI to match that of humans, as well as the other sentient races that now roamed Earth. The head of this development team, namely, James Jackson, named this AI after himself. The JMK1 was born, a tall, thin boy, the age of 13 with long brown hair and cold blue eyes. They outfitted him with black cargo pants and a black jacket to suit. It, rather, he, was marvelous. Gifted the power of flames by his Tech Father and aunts and uncles. Something, however, troubled this young AI. It was unknown to the crew of Marhk12-6. Something deep inside of him stirred, and whispered horrible, gruesome things into his ears. This voice lingered, until the JMK1 could handle it no more. He went berserk and injured and killed a fair portion of Marhk12-6.

January 9, 2069
"My New Year resolution, you ask? I'll do better than the JMK1!" says James J. "I'll hire a bigger, better crew!"
And he did. The JMK2, the same body type as the first one, but more developed. 15 now, with a dark-blue vest and orange long-sleeved shirt underneath, still cargo pants, but grey now. They gave him goggles and fingerless gloves. Experimenting with new abilities and such things, James J. gave the JMK2 the power of electricity. He was better, but still not immune to the voice that drove the JMK1 to madness…

September 17, 2069
James J. swears he can do better, so he gets back to work with a smaller crew, as the funds were insufficient to hire more if they were to make one last JMK. Non-stop testing… they had developed a teleportation core while developing the JMK2, but decided to use a core they had already finished with him. Now the T-Core was complete, they fit the JMK3 to it.
The JMK3 was finished. The same body type as his predecessors. Given the same accessories as the JMK2, and an updated look from the JMK1, he was perfect. But something unexpected happened…

"Alert, there has been a containment breach in- Shit! The JMK2 has breached containment!"
"That's right announcer man…"
James J. rushed down a bright white hall, holding a still body. It was cold, lifeless, but alive. Inside of that body whirred gears and pumped fluids and slowly was bringing the body to life. "How the hell was he reactivated?" James J. asked to himself, "I swear I did the job myself and shut him down proper." But that wasn't his problem right now. He had to get the JMK3 out of the facility. He couldn't risk the JMK2 getting his hands on him. He took a left down a corridor reading "Escape pods" and quickly punched in a code to open a door to the room with the pods. Only one left. The rest of the crew had already evacuated. All except a tall, very thin man with clothes that didn't correctly fit him and large goggles on his face, who was getting aboard a pod and was about to close the door when James J. had come in with the JMK3 over his shoulder. The pods could only hold two, and the JMK3 and James J.'s crew were more important than him. He gave the man in the pod the JMK3 and started closing the door, "Smerc, take Jim and make sure he stays alive. Go to Smylez and your others companions. I believe he'll be safe with you four." And with that, he closed the door completely and launched the two off into the distance. The last that Smerc saw of James J. was as he grabbed his gun and prepared to face the JMK2, who was coming in to greet his maker.