Hi!
Oh, wait.
Okay, I should explain a couple things, since I'm obviously not Boss-man.
So... My name is Z.I.G.G.Y.
It doesn't actually stand for anything, but, well... I'll get to that.
So you all know The Madman. He used to have this implant he called his "wrist-thingie" that he used for scanning and other such gewgaws and jahoopie. A really helpful multi-tool doohickey that he grafted to his central nervous system.Helped him out of some jams along the way. And it was SHINY!
But, it also was starting to burn out.
He didn't know WHY, of course. Boss-man's smart, but even HE can't think of everything. It was causing him a lot of pain and made him itch and stuff. He said he wasn't even sure if it was effecting his thinking.
So he had to remove it.
That made him a sad monkey. He really LIKED being able to analyze and scan and know stuff about things. He figured he needed something to replace the wrist-thingie.
Well, Boss-man's not much for hand-held gizmos. I think he may like to keep his hands free in case he needs to scratch something or, I don't know, whatever you bio-forms do with those meat-mitts.
And that's where I come into the picture.
I am, to put it in terms you flesh-stacks can understand, an intelligent (though Boss-man keeps using the descriptor "Artificially Intelligent") free-floating, multi-function, omni-band scanning and communications nano-swarm life form. I have access to various informational databases (including many from other worlds) and maintain a telepathic link with Boss-man, so, if necessary, I can let him see what I see.
Boss-man made me, supposedly, to replace his lost wrist-thingie, but, really, I think he wanted someone to talk to who he could relate to.
So, after bringing the nano-swarm together to create my outer matrix shell, he decided to name me "Mercury".
Which I would have none of.
I told him I was named Z.I.G.G.Y., which, as I said, isn't short for anything, but, dammit, if Boss-man's going to insist I'm an "artificial intelligence", then my name is going to make people think I AM artificial.
If you're REALLY curious as to why that's my name, let me tell you...
Boss-man decided my outer shell matrix would include some "sensor tendrils" which, really, look like a hairstyle called "dreadlocks", to me; So, searching through some of the databases, I found an individual named "Ziggy Marley", that, frankly, I have a passing resemblance to.
