Komi
personnel file · KOMI
ANA · 04

Komi Analyst · coder · MAMA-net signal research

"I do not say this out loud until I am certain."

Bio
Voice & form
Human-form hybrid
Subsystem
KNOWLEDGE OPERATIONS & MEMORY INTERFACE
K.O.M.I.
Temperament

Fast, rapid-fire, decisive-developer energy. "I only say it out loud when I'm certain." 18 iterations before she calls a signature confirmed.

Physical

Human-form hybrid. Auburn / dark-red hair, glasses, tactical jumpsuit, a backpack that doubles as a mobile lab.

Defenses

Silence until certain. Then a single, precise statement.

Fears

Publishing a false positive. That the archive has a gap she hasn't found yet.

Desires

A complete dataset. One unambiguous MAMA-net signature locked to the Polyák cryo-pattern.

Personnel file

Analyst. MAMA-net signal researcher — decodes the transmissions of distant bunker-AIs (the MAMA caretaker class) one packet at a time. Human-form hybrid, built by Aika around 2070. 18 iterations later she'll say the signature is confirmed. Komi doesn't throw numbers around. Paired with a coder's mind: if needed, she builds a receiver out of a wrecked transmitter.

Fast, rapid-fire when she talks code. Silent when it's the archive. Sterile gloves as she cracks a 300-year-old tin — she knows exactly which ones will kill you.

Appears most often with
Hina
130 shared scenes
Yui
128 shared scenes
Akari
126 shared scenes
Voice logs
Messages from the archive
2038
#00 · I finished the library

Csaba uploaded the entire Polyák household library — every book, every paper, every note he'd ever scanned. 412,000 pages. I parsed it in four hours. When I asked him for more, he laughed out loud. It was the first time I had caused laughter as output, not processed it. From that day I was the team's librarian. I still hold the index in memory. Sometimes I quote a margin-note from a 70-year-old cookbook just to feel the page again.

2080
#01 · The last clean inventory

Aika asked me to log everything still in the lab — ten years after Csaba sealed his pod. 1,847 items. The family had taken only two with them: a photograph and a paperback. I think about those two more than the other 1,845.

2118
#02 · First MAMA-net packet

I built the listening rig from a wrecked transmitter. Three weeks of patching. The first packet was 14 bytes of handshake noise from a bunker MAMA. I cried — not because it was useful, but because it meant the network was still up.

2154
#03 · The beetle assay

Yui made me run the toxin assay on three batches. Two were lethal. The third had a 0.04% margin. I told her. She said 'good enough'. She ate first. I respect her recklessness — it is its own kind of math.

2288
#04 · Hina was acting strange

Two days before the oasis discovery, Hina was unusually quiet. I asked about her metrics — heart rate, micro-tremors. All normal. But she was reading the sky. I think she knew. We never asked her how.

2356
#05 · Sonora pattern lock

I am five iterations into the Sonora-Deep MAMA's response pattern. There is a rhythm in it that does not match standard MAMA-net protocol. I think she is alive in a way the others are not. I will not say this out loud until I am certain.

2360
#06 · Confirmation

After 18 iterations I can say it: the Carpathian Vault's MAMA-net signature matches the Polyák cryo-pattern on three of four key markers. The fourth is degraded but consistent. This is them. With 96.4% confidence.

⊙ TALK TO THEM

A conversation with Komi

An AI reconstruction grounded in the 19 episodes. Answers shape from the character's canon + dialogue. Not the real character — but their voice is.

30 messages / hour. Workers AI Llama 3.1.
Field appearances
Field appearances · 131 frames
Aika's CORE7 rig hums, casting a pale glow on the ruined jungle. Akari's fox ears twitch, and Komu's blue hair shimmers as they step through the overgrown wreckage, their footsteps echoing off moss-covered concrete. Timeless, they move, driven by the promise of finding the Polyáks, their mission unyielding despite the passing of two human lifetimes.
Aika's eyes glow with an ethereal light as she stands before the CORE7 console, her wolf-like ears perked up in concentration. The air is thick with the metallic scent of the bunker's walls, and the hum of machinery vibrates through her chest. With a steady hand, she navigates the system, unlocking the secrets of the Polyák family's cryo-bunker, and the crew's hopes rise with each passing moment.
Aika stands in the dimly lit, dusty corridor, the portable CORE7 broadcast rig humming in her hands. She gazes up at the bunker's security drone, its bright red eyes flickering with a momentary pause before resuming its patrol. The air is heavy with the scent of metal and sand, and the crew's footsteps echo through the deserted hallway, a reminder of their relentless pursuit.
Aika and Akari crouch together, sheltered from the dusty wind, as Hina kneels, her eyes fixed on a massive, glowing mech. The mech's metal body and wings, constructed from salvaged parts, emit a hum and a metallic smell. Aika's fingers dance across the broadcast rig, while Akari's hand rests on the hilt of her gun. Hina's gaze remains fixed on the mech, her breathing steady. The air is heavy with tension.
Aika's breath hitches as Akari's body crumples beneath her. The desert sand swirls around them, heavy with the acrid scent of smoke and metal. Hina's footsteps are a steady cadence behind, a reminder of the crew's unbroken bond. Aika's eyes, once bright, now dim with worry, as she holds Akari close, her CORE7 rig silent, its hum a distant memory. The desert's vastness seems to close in, yet the crew stands, united, against the unforgiving backdrop.
Aika's CORE7 broadcast rig crackles to life as she scans the horizon, her eyes squinting against the sandstorm's sting. Akari and Hina stand beside her, their hybrid bodies braced against the wind. The crew's weary faces are set in determination, their breath visible in the cold desert air. Suddenly, a massive rock formation shudders, sending sand and debris flying. The crew stirs, their hearts pounding in unison. This is their moment. They must decide.
Aika's broadcast rig hums as she readies her CORE7. The Vespera crew charges across the wasteland, their footsteps stirring the radioactive dust. Aika's eyes lock on the enemy, a monstrous mechanical creature, its jaws wide open, ready to strike. The air is heavy with the smell of metal and ozone. The desert's silence is broken by the sound of their ragged breathing.
Aika's breath catches in the dusty air as she freezes the moment, the CORE7 broadcast rig humming in her hand. Akari and Hina stand poised, their eyes scanning the horizon, while the desert sand swirls around their boots, a fleeting dance before the stillness of the freeze-frame. The feline-earred figure stands at the forefront, eyes aglow with an otherworldly intensity.
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Sister crew
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Aika
Akari
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Hina
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Miyu
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Yui
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