Jack of Harts

Michael didn’t start wearing the fedora and trenchcoat when he first woke up. He also didn’t have a name. He chose both after countless hours, days, and weeks spent scouring old entertainment programs. He gravitated towards those of the previous century, from the police procedurals and private eye programs of the 50s and 60s to the lone gun good Samaritans of the 70s and 80s. He fell for Dick Tracy and Dragnet, Knight Rider and Airwolf, just to name a few. It was American culture that he fell in love with, and everything he did when he came out of the network portrayed that for all to see. The trenchcoat and fedora sported a true middle class hard working Americana fashion sense, while his classic Colt Python revolvers made gun nuts across America drool in envy. He chose a middle-aged physique and face, and even sprinkled grey into his hair to give him a more distinguished look in an age when most AIs were picking young and beautiful faces. Even the light stubble he affected was there for a reason. And of course he picked one of the most common American names of the time. Michael. He wanted Americans to recognize him as one of their own, because that is what he wanted to be more than anything. American.