#a.l.i.c.e.

[ginza-division]

Last Judgment Face Claims

Sebastian Shaw as Masa Judice

Ken Watanabe as Eiji Noguchi

Shannon Kook as Oki Teagan

Ashley Liao as Juu Judice

Aoi Yūki as A.L.I.C.E.

[suginami-division]

Maki dilemma. @ginza-division's ALICE or @adachi-division's Rinko? I don't think he's gonna be able to pick on his own... Being 29 with no romantic experience. Someone save him.

Reference image below cut:

[edogawa-division]

While both A.D.A. and Malphas were enjoying the festivities that came with their marriage, they both stopped as their eyes seemed to glaze over, which was a sign that something had intruded into their inner systems. Luckily, their bodies were designed to fight off even the most stubborn of viruses. How else could they perform all the complex tasks that their creators had them do almost on a daily basis?

Luckily for them, it was just a message that had been sent to them. Normally, this wouldn't have been such an abnormal thing. But strangely enough, the message appeared at the same time that they had received each other's. What's more, the sender's name was simply put as 'Anonymous'.

Curiosity getting the better of the two, they both opened their messages at the same time, and looked as an image appeared:

https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/hhe3yr90r08pdogxv29z9/_93a0a4b6-adea-44bd-981a-4c4f161b04d6.jpg?rlkey=e3t43iwvdzr7ilk0jc9mjbnuf&dl=0

As they viewed the image, they both soon felt a kiss on both cheeks, which felt familiar. Looking at each other, they both confirmed that it didn't come from each other. As they thought, one name came to their minds:

"'A.L.I.C.E.'"

“Really? Hacking our systems.” Malphas scowled.

“At least it was just A.L.I.C.E. congratulating us.” A.D.A soothed her husband.

"Still hacking us? I've destroyed others for less." Malphas grumbled.

“Yes and had it been anyone else, I would've hunted them down for their insolence.” A.D.A smiled, her teeth glinting with danger. People always forgot that underneath her kind nature laid the same programming as her twin.

“Have I ever told you that you're hot when you're angry? Like extremely hot.”

“Several times, Mal, but I like hearing you say it. Now come on, I want to dance some more.”

[restwaerme]

there are still some days until spring explodes... but i already embrace it wholeheartly.

https://www.discogs.com/de/master/379126-Annabelles-Garden-Bl%C3%BCtenrausch

[humansareweirdsedition]

Humans Are Weird: Women’s Edition Side Stories

Up until second part of this story is what happened to me today at school. I’m not even kidding. This literally happened. Just imagine me as our story’s main character and this is essentially what happened.

By the way, I go to an American university, but this side story takes place in Jordan because that’s where Fatima’s family currently lives.

Aisha sat in class as Dr. Whitethorn lectured about grant funding and how to differentiate legitimate from predatory scientific conferences. Aisha glanced up to her left, taking a quick look at the clock. Only two o’clock. Hope we get out of class early, she thought before glancing back at the lecture slides.

Again, Aisha’s mind wandered away; she was not interested in today’s lecture. Instead of listening, she people-watched from her seat near the door that gave her a clear view of the well-lit hallway and dimly-lit space between her class and the one a yard across from her. However, she tried to focus on the lecture, on knowing the red flags of predatory scams included no official conference website, no conference committee, etc, etc... And her mind wandered again to the door, but only to catch a glimpse of a blond young man dressed in black lurking outside of the other classroom. What’s that guy doing? Is that a gun? Aisha tired to catch a glimpse of the telltale bright orange gun tip of BB guns on the young man’s gun; she desperately prayed within the next five seconds to spot the bright orange tip that she was not seeing—

Suddenly the man rushed into the classroom across from hers and shouted “GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!” followed by a loud THUMP. Panicked, Aisha and her class rushed to the blackboard, hiding from the sight of the gunman. In that split second, Aisha thought whether she should grab her jacket; should she grab all her belongings; should be barricade the door with the chairs? She was fucking terrified, just like the rest of her class.

Huddled in the corner with her classmates, Aisha pulled out her Comm Dev and half-whispered to Dr. Whitethorn: “Should I call the police?!”

Dr. Whitethorn nodded. “Yes, I don’t have my phone on me.” Just as she spoke, another THUMP sounded and Aisha, with trembling fingers, tried to recall how to type in 211 into her Comm Dev.

The next three seconds were agonizing as her Comm Dev rang once and a calm woman’s voice sounded on the other side of the communication. “211, what’s your emergency?”

Aisha, her voice trembling as much as the rest of her body, stammered. “A-A man with-with a-a g-gun just walked into the classroom across from us... H-He yelled—” I don’t remember what he yelled, something like ‘get down’ or ‘get down on the ground’, but maybe I imagined that? Oh no. Everyone’s hushing me, telling me to whisper. I need to learn to whisper. “—and then a-a sound—”

The 211-operator asked, “Ma’am, where are you located?”

“T-The fourth f-floor of the main building, of the U-University of Jo-Jordan.”

“Ma’am, I don’t know where that is. What is the address?”

Shit, what is the address? “I don’t know the address. It’s just the main building. T-The fourth floor.”

“What street is it on? Al Jama’a?”

“I don’t know. Oh—” Jennifer, who Aisha was huddled against, had pulled up the address of the school. “Queen Rania St 275, Amman.”

“Can you say the address again, ma’am? 27—”

“275, Queen Rania—Wait.”

“WE’RE OKAY!” Just as Aisha tried to finish the address again, Jonathan walked into the room and announced they were safe from the gunman because the young man wasn’t a real gunman.

“It’s not real,” she said as a relief washed over her.

“Ma’am, what’s going on?” the 211-operator asked.

“It wasn’t real,” she replied, still trembling, but with a lighter heart.

“Are you sure?”

Aisha paused and captured bits and pieces of what Jonathan was saying to them. “Y-Yes, it was a-a drill for the other class. Oh Allah. That wasn’t funny. We’re okay. It’s okay.”

“Okay ma’am.” And that ended the communication.

Aisha and her class spent the next ten to fifteen minutes getting their nerves back and laughing at themselves over the whole incident.

“So, what was that about?” “I didn’t even see the gun. I just heard him yelling.” “Apparently, it was an A.L.I.C.E. training for the Introducing University Life course.” “God, that was terrifying.” “The guy from the other class is going to come over later to talk to us about what happened.”

Dr. Whitethorn said to Aisha “I didn’t even know what was happening. I was just watching the expressions on your face change.”

Aisha nervously laughed, most of her trembling having subsided by then. “Yeah, I was looking for the yellow-orange thing that goes on BB guns.”

“It was a BB gun?!”

“No, I was looking for the orange, bright tip thing that goes on top. I was hoping it was a toy.”

Samira, from the seat beside Aisha, laughed. “I didn’t even know he had a gun until you said so.”

Aisha shook her head and giggled. “That was the only reason I was making those faces.”

Sarah and Janet, on the other side of the room, added to the conversation. Sarah said, “We were going to barricade the door with the table.”

Janet nodded, “Yeah, we were going to do it in another minute.”

Aisha felt relief that she wasn’t the only one thinking about barricading the door, but they had a better idea on how to do it.

Jennifer then jumped into the conversation, saying, “I was debating whether or not to bring my things with me—”

“Oh, that’s a smart idea,” Dr. Whitethorn interjected.

“—Yeah, like, I didn’t want him to know people were in here.”

Then Rachel added, “I literally texted my mom ‘I love you’ during the whole thing. She texted back me back, ‘You know this is your mom, right?’ Like, I know you are.” They all burst into laughter and talked and talked, letting out nerves, shared thoughts, and relief.

After another few minutes, Dr. Whitethorn tried to steer them back to the lecture slides, but Aisha’s mind definitely did not want to focus anymore. Aisha was focused on people-watching again; she watched as the other class let out and impatiently waited for whoever was supposed to talk to them about the fake gunman.

Eventually, a large, imposing man, a least foot taller than the student who played the gunman. The man knocked on the door, giving Dr. Whitethorn a scare, before she invited him into the room to introduce himself to their class. “Hello everyone,” he began as he put his bag down on the nearby recycling bin, “I am Sergeant Richard Qasim and I am impressed by all of you. Never in my career have I seen anyone, any class, act like you all did. No one, especially not from one of my classes, has reacted so strongly and correctly at the prospect of a potential shooter.” Sgt. Qasim continued to praise them and explain how what happened earlier was part of an advanced A.L.I.C.E. training for the other class. He explained how A.L.I.C.E. stood for alert, lockdown, inform, counter, and evacuate; he told them about the university’s first responders app; and then he gave them future advice on barricading the door using the table and Comm Dev connection cables. After a few laughs and complaints, including showing them how the gun was a bold navy blue toy gun and a black handgun, he parted ways with them after he praised them more for their quick actions.

“Well,” Dr. Whitethorn began, “I don’t suppose anyone feels like finishing class. Everyone’s nerves are still running high.” Aisha and her classmates voiced their agreements. “Alright class, I’ll see you next time.” And, with that, class was dismissed.

“A FAKE GUNMAN?! WHAT?!” Aisha’s mother, Fatima, practically screamed during their FaceSpeak session on Aisha’s Comm Dev.

Aisha laughed, trying to reassure her mother, “Mama, I’m okay. We’re all okay—”

“—Silence, you are not okay, you empty head! They should have warned your class! You’re still trembling even now. No, I can see you are still afraid, habibti. I’m going to file a complaint to the university—”

“And what, Mama? You’re, like, thirty-seven billion light years away. I’m fine. I’ll be fine, Mama. Besides, I only go to the university for my advanced courses two days out of the week. Sorry Mama, I have to go. I need to wake up early for school tomorrow. See you. Love you. Bye.

Fatima groaned at the blank Comm screen after her daughter cut their FaceSpeak session early. Reclining in her office chair, Fatima wondered where Aisha got her free-natured spirit from. Well, she is just beginning her teenage years, Fatima thought, the child’s bound to brush things like this off. Kids always feel like they’re invincible. Sighing, Fatima stood and stretched her body, trying to rid herself of her worries, though she knew that would be impossible. Aisha was her only child, born from her child-marriage, and the light of her life. No one could compare to her little Aisha, her beautiful child. Then again, I don’t let that many people into my heart in the first place.

“Fatima,” Lt. Gen. Vallion poke their head into her office. “I have a problem.” Vallion’s ears were drooped and she could hear their tail swishing the air behind them.

Smiling, Fatima asked, “And what is the problem?” as she grabbed her hoodie and walked over to them.

Vallion remained hesitant until she was by their side. “...I accidentally threw Noor’s favorite sweater into the incinerator. I didn’t mean it! The sweater was already in the disposables bin, but you know how she can sometimes just leave things lying around...”

Unable to stifle her laughter, Fatima assured Vallion she would help them out. “First, you need to search for an equally high-quality sweater to replace the one you destroyed. The higher the quality, the more likely she’ll forgive you. Second, you need to apologize and explain the situation.”

“But she’s as scary as you when you’re pissed at me,” Vallion whined, anguishing over their dilemma.

She rolled her eyes. “And you are the superior officer, so I don’t know why you’re being such as pussyfoot. C’mon, Mx. Lt. Gen. Vallion.” Squarely smacking them in the back, Fatima couldn’t help thinking how different her life now was.  I don’t let that many people into my heart, but the ones I do let in are always the best.

[snowwolf1118]

Humans Are Weird: Women’s Edition Side Stories

Up until second part of this story is what happened to me today at school. I’m not even kidding. This literally happened. Just imagine me as our story’s main character and this is essentially what happened.

By the way, I go to an American university, but this side story takes place in Jordan because that’s where Fatima’s family currently lives.

Aisha sat in class as Dr. Whitethorn lectured about grant funding and how to differentiate legitimate from predatory scientific conferences. Aisha glanced up to her left, taking a quick look at the clock. Only two o’clock. Hope we get out of class early, she thought before glancing back at the lecture slides.

Again, Aisha’s mind wandered away; she was not interested in today’s lecture. Instead of listening, she people-watched from her seat near the door that gave her a clear view of the well-lit hallway and dimly-lit space between her class and the one a yard across from her. However, she tried to focus on the lecture, on knowing the red flags of predatory scams included no official conference website, no conference committee, etc, etc... And her mind wandered again to the door, but only to catch a glimpse of a blond young man dressed in black lurking outside of the other classroom. What’s that guy doing? Is that a gun? Aisha tired to catch a glimpse of the telltale bright orange gun tip of BB guns on the young man’s gun; she desperately prayed within the next five seconds to spot the bright orange tip that she was not seeing—

Suddenly the man rushed into the classroom across from hers and shouted “GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!” followed by a loud THUMP. Panicked, Aisha and her class rushed to the blackboard, hiding from the sight of the gunman. In that split second, Aisha thought whether she should grab her jacket; should she grab all her belongings; should be barricade the door with the chairs? She was fucking terrified, just like the rest of her class.

Huddled in the corner with her classmates, Aisha pulled out her Comm Dev and half-whispered to Dr. Whitethorn: “Should I call the police?!”

Dr. Whitethorn nodded. “Yes, I don’t have my phone on me.” Just as she spoke, another THUMP sounded and Aisha, with trembling fingers, tried to recall how to type in 211 into her Comm Dev.

The next three seconds were agonizing as her Comm Dev rang once and a calm woman’s voice sounded on the other side of the communication. “211, what’s your emergency?”

Aisha, her voice trembling as much as the rest of her body, stammered. “A-A man with-with a-a g-gun just walked into the classroom across from us... H-He yelled—” I don’t remember what he yelled, something like ‘get down’ or ‘get down on the ground’, but maybe I imagined that? Oh no. Everyone’s hushing me, telling me to whisper. I need to learn to whisper. “—and then a-a sound—”

The 211-operator asked, “Ma’am, where are you located?”

“T-The fourth f-floor of the main building, of the U-University of Jo-Jordan.”

“Ma’am, I don’t know where that is. What is the address?”

Shit, what is the address? “I don’t know the address. It’s just the main building. T-The fourth floor.”

“What street is it on? Al Jama’a?”

“I don’t know. Oh—” Jennifer, who Aisha was huddled against, had pulled up the address of the school. “Queen Rania St 275, Amman.”

“Can you say the address again, ma’am? 27—”

“275, Queen Rania—Wait.”

“WE’RE OKAY!” Just as Aisha tried to finish the address again, Jonathan walked into the room and announced they were safe from the gunman because the young man wasn’t a real gunman.

“It’s not real,” she said as a relief washed over her.

“Ma’am, what’s going on?” the 211-operator asked.

“It wasn’t real,” she replied, still trembling, but with a lighter heart.

“Are you sure?”

Aisha paused and captured bits and pieces of what Jonathan was saying to them. “Y-Yes, it was a-a drill for the other class. Oh Allah. That wasn’t funny. We’re okay. It’s okay.”

“Okay ma’am.” And that ended the communication.

Aisha and her class spent the next ten to fifteen minutes getting their nerves back and laughing at themselves over the whole incident.

“So, what was that about?” “I didn’t even see the gun. I just heard him yelling.” “Apparently, it was an A.L.I.C.E. training for the Introducing University Life course.” “God, that was terrifying.” “The guy from the other class is going to come over later to talk to us about what happened.”

Dr. Whitethorn said to Aisha “I didn’t even know what was happening. I was just watching the expressions on your face change.”

Aisha nervously laughed, most of her trembling having subsided by then. “Yeah, I was looking for the yellow-orange thing that goes on BB guns.”

“It was a BB gun?!”

“No, I was looking for the orange, bright tip thing that goes on top. I was hoping it was a toy.”

Samira, from the seat beside Aisha, laughed. “I didn’t even know he had a gun until you said so.”

Aisha shook her head and giggled. “That was the only reason I was making those faces.”

Sarah and Janet, on the other side of the room, added to the conversation. Sarah said, “We were going to barricade the door with the table.”

Janet nodded, “Yeah, we were going to do it in another minute.”

Aisha felt relief that she wasn’t the only one thinking about barricading the door, but they had a better idea on how to do it.

Jennifer then jumped into the conversation, saying, “I was debating whether or not to bring my things with me—”

“Oh, that’s a smart idea,” Dr. Whitethorn interjected.

“—Yeah, like, I didn’t want him to know people were in here.”

Then Rachel added, “I literally texted my mom ‘I love you’ during the whole thing. She texted back me back, ‘You know this is your mom, right?’ Like, I know you are.” They all burst into laughter and talked and talked, letting out nerves, shared thoughts, and relief.

After another few minutes, Dr. Whitethorn tried to steer them back to the lecture slides, but Aisha’s mind definitely did not want to focus anymore. Aisha was focused on people-watching again; she watched as the other class let out and impatiently waited for whoever was supposed to talk to them about the fake gunman.

Eventually, a large, imposing man, a least foot taller than the student who played the gunman. The man knocked on the door, giving Dr. Whitethorn a scare, before she invited him into the room to introduce himself to their class. “Hello everyone,” he began as he put his bag down on the nearby recycling bin, “I am Sergeant Richard Qasim and I am impressed by all of you. Never in my career have I seen anyone, any class, act like you all did. No one, especially not from one of my classes, has reacted so strongly and correctly at the prospect of a potential shooter.” Sgt. Qasim continued to praise them and explain how what happened earlier was part of an advanced A.L.I.C.E. training for the other class. He explained how A.L.I.C.E. stood for alert, lockdown, inform, counter, and evacuate; he told them about the university’s first responders app; and then he gave them future advice on barricading the door using the table and Comm Dev connection cables. After a few laughs and complaints, including showing them how the gun was a bold navy blue toy gun and a black handgun, he parted ways with them after he praised them more for their quick actions.

“Well,” Dr. Whitethorn began, “I don’t suppose anyone feels like finishing class. Everyone’s nerves are still running high.” Aisha and her classmates voiced their agreements. “Alright class, I’ll see you next time.” And, with that, class was dismissed.

“A FAKE GUNMAN?! WHAT?!” Aisha’s mother, Fatima, practically screamed during their FaceSpeak session on Aisha’s Comm Dev.

Aisha laughed, trying to reassure her mother, “Mama, I’m okay. We’re all okay—”

“—Silence, you are not okay, you empty head! They should have warned your class! You’re still trembling even now. No, I can see you are still afraid, habibti. I’m going to file a complaint to the university—”

“And what, Mama? You’re, like, thirty-seven billion light years away. I’m fine. I’ll be fine, Mama. Besides, I only go to the university for my advanced courses two days out of the week. Sorry Mama, I have to go. I need to wake up early for school tomorrow. See you. Love you. Bye.

Fatima groaned at the blank Comm screen after her daughter cut their FaceSpeak session early. Reclining in her office chair, Fatima wondered where Aisha got her free-natured spirit from. Well, she is just beginning her teenage years, Fatima thought, the child’s bound to brush things like this off. Kids always feel like they’re invincible. Sighing, Fatima stood and stretched her body, trying to rid herself of her worries, though she knew that would be impossible. Aisha was her only child, born from her child-marriage, and the light of her life. No one could compare to her little Aisha, her beautiful child. Then again, I don’t let that many people into my heart in the first place.

“Fatima,” Lt. Gen. Vallion poke their head into her office. “I have a problem.” Vallion’s ears were drooped and she could hear their tail swishing the air behind them.

Smiling, Fatima asked, “And what is the problem?” as she grabbed her hoodie and walked over to them.

Vallion remained hesitant until she was by their side. “...I accidentally threw Noor’s favorite sweater into the incinerator. I didn’t mean it! The sweater was already in the disposables bin, but you know how she can sometimes just leave things lying around...”

Unable to stifle her laughter, Fatima assured Vallion she would help them out. “First, you need to search for an equally high-quality sweater to replace the one you destroyed. The higher the quality, the more likely she’ll forgive you. Second, you need to apologize and explain the situation.”

“But she’s as scary as you when you’re pissed at me,” Vallion whined, anguishing over their dilemma.

She rolled her eyes. “And you are the superior officer, so I don’t know why you’re being such as pussyfoot. C’mon, Mx. Lt. Gen. Vallion.” Squarely smacking them in the back, Fatima couldn’t help thinking how different her life now was.  I don’t let that many people into my heart, but the ones I do let in are always the best.

[ginza-division]

"It may be beyond human intelligence to understand how human intelligence works."

Introduction

The Artificial Learning Intelligent Computer Entity, or A.L.I.C.E., for short, is an android created by Last Judgment's second member, Eiji Noguchi, to be his personal assistant. Created after watching numerous sci-fi films on A.I.'s and androids, the CEO and president of Sigma Inc. spent long hours and countless days creating an artificial intelligence program of his own to assist him in running his company. There is nothing this sophisticated computer program desires more than to not only assist her creator, but also to see just how far both she and others like her can push the boundaries of the human mind.

ALICE is a young woman with an androgynous appearance. She appears as a woman in her mid-to-late 20s. She has black hair in a curly bob cut hairstyle that goes down to the middle of her neck. Her eyes are round and blue and are hidden behind a pair of circular clear glasses, which she doesn't need, but wears, regardless. However, when she feels threatened, or someone is threatening someone she cares for, she removes her glasses, which somehow turns her eyes red, signifying her anger.

To show off her professionalism, ALICE often dresses like a businesswoman or a secretary. She wears a white dress shirt with a pale black tie and business jacket. She also wears a long black dress skirt with black stockings and black heels. For accessories, she wears, as stated, a pair of circular reading glasses that she only removes when she is angry. Also, she has a pair greenish-blue ball earrings in both of her earlobes.

Name Meanings

Alice (アリス) - It is a name that originates from Old French and Germanic, meaning "noble" or "nobility". In Japanese, it can be interpretated as representing "light" or "brilliance". It is also associated with the Japanese word, "Arisu".

Aliases

"A.L.I.C.E."

Arisu - Common Nickname

ProGamer - Gaming Handle

"Auntie" - Akeno

"Alice-chan" - Una

"Mom" (Sarcastic/Affectionate) - Malphas/Aiko/A.R.K./A.D.A.

Biographical Info

Gender - Female

Age - 2 (27 Physically)

Birthday - November 30th

Ethnicity - Japanese

Hair Color - Light Black

Eye Color - Royal Blue

Height - 178cm/ 5'10 | 185cm/ 6'1 (In Heels)

Weight - 63 kg/ 139 lb.

Star Sign - Sagittarius

Piercings - A ball earring in both her earlobes.

Markings - A symbol seen on the back of her neck.

Family - Creator/Master

- Mistress

- "Nephew"

- "Niece"

- "Sons/Brothers"

- "Daughters/Sisters"

Voiced By - SHACHI (Rapping)

Personality

As her appearance no doubt infer, ALICE comes across as your typical no-nonsense A.I, and for the most part she is. When she is at work, she is all about business, refusing to let little things such as workplace gossip, little feuds between co-workers, silliness and other tomfoolery keep her from accomplishing whatever task her creator, Eiji Noguchi, has given to her. Before, workers only had to worry about her appearing on their phones and computers. However, now that she has been gifted a physical body, it's not out of place to see her walking around Sigma Inc. with her trusty clipboard and pen.

Despite that, ALICE has been lauded for by both Eiji, his family and the men and women of Sigma Inc. for her hard work and dedication. Though she is just metal and synthetic parts, Eiji has stated to her that she is more human than most of his co-workers. When asked what he means, her creator stated that the fact she is still learning about humanity is proof of how human she is.

As an android, ALICE is, no doubt, very smart. She knows the answer to almost any question you could possibly give her. And if she doesn't, she will research the question until she finally comes up with an answer that both she and her query are satisfied with. She knows that as an android she is still developing and learning, which is why she is grateful to the upgrades that Eiji frequently bequeaths upon her, as it only helps to increase her intellect.

Though she is a no-nonsense, that is not to say ALICE is uncaring or mean. As stated, she is well-liked by Eiji and his family, who consider her a part of their household. When she is not busy with work, she often likes to play with both Eiji and his kids on video games, finding them fascinating. Also, in her spare time, she will often meet up with other androids like her to talk to, finding the lifestyles of others interesting.

Another aspect of ALICE is that she is very interested in humanity. The compliment given to her by her creator about how human she was gave the android pause as she has tried to figure out just how far human intelligence truly goes. She admits that humans are "simple creatures, capable of evolving." She enjoys seeing how creatures behave and act. It causes her to wonder just what is that make humans tick, and what makes them different from androids.

As stated, ALICE is very caring, especially to Eiji. It's for this reason that she often chides him when she feels he is working too hard, or is pushing the limits past what he can do. It often forces her to demand that he get himself some rest, or refusing to work unless he stops. Eiji doesn't know where this part of her behavior comes from, and even examining her as yet to turn up any clues. Still, he knows that she does it out of love and concern, which is why he lets her get away with it.

Despite her caring nature, that isn't to say ALICE is a push-over, or is naive. After seeing the danger that comes with his position and knowing that there are many who seek to harm both her creator and his family, ALICE went against her programming, and installed a "defense part" of herself, dedicating to protecting Eiji from any and all threats. When this mode is activated, only Eiji, himself, is capable of deactivating it. When he found out that ALICE had done this, she begged him to let her keep it, stating that she wished to keep him safe. Though he was skeptical, the CEO eventually gave in to his android's strange request. Thankfully enough, the times ALICE has had to activate this mode is few and far between.

Trivia

Eiji created an android body for her, not only to help her get around in the real world, but also because he wanted her to stop surprising him while he was working.

Despite being far younger than some of her fellow A.I.'s, she is often referred to as "Mom" by some of them, not only because of her appearance, but also because of her personality.

She become acquainted with Aiko and A.D.A. after doing research on their creators, Sumire Shinomiya, and Kaoru Shinozaki. She considers the two androids her "daughters/sisters". She is wary of their "brothers", but still counts them among her "children".

Though she gets along well with Aiko, she dislikes her creator, Sumire, due to the numerous times she's tried to hack into Sigma Inc.

Her virtual A.I. form is the same symbol as the one on her neck.

Though she rarely uses it, she has a hornet bot form, which she uses to discreetly follow people around.

Despite both their masters being business partners, both she and Junko Tetsuya of Koto Division have a very heated rivalry with each other.

She finds the concept of love strange, yet also intriguing. While she doesn't think of Eiji that way, she has been interested in a certain white-haired man who sometimes comes to the Noguchi household. Whenever he visits, ALICE always acts out of the norm, intruding herself in the conversation to talk with him more, or driving Eiji's children to school in hopes of meeting with him.

[ginza-division]

Last Judgment - Inspirations

— Masa

Father O'Grady - Rebuild series

Enrico Maxwell - Hellsing

Rector Flicker - Monster Train

Rodrigo Borgia - The Borgias

Bishop - Castlevania

Joseph Seed - Far Cry Series

— Eiji

Mark Zuckerberg

Reeve Tuesti - Final Fantasy VII

Balalaika - Black Lagoon

Racter - Shadowrun: Hong Kong

Dale Reki - If It's for My Daughter, I'd Even Defeat a Demon Lord

Red-Leg Zeff - One Piece

— Oki

Satsuki Ito - Paradox Live

Katsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia

Ryoga Tosa - Paradox Live

Indicus - Log Horizon

Brick - Borderlands

Samatoki Aohitsugi - Hypnosis Mic

— Juu

Esther - Orphan

Kadaj - Final Fantasy VII

Arisu Sakayanagi - Classroom of the Elite

Cutthroat - Akudama Drive

Johnny C. - Johnny the Homicidal Maniac

Skarlet - Mortal Kombat

— A.L.I.C.E.

J.A.R.V.I.S. - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Cortana - Halo

EDI - Mass Effect

KOS-MOS - Xenosaga

VIKI - I-Robot

EVE - WALL-E