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You sit alone in a dark room, only a single lamp overhead illuminating two chairs divided by a flimsy grey table. You were sitting in one of the chairs, your massive frame not quite fitting on it.
The door at the far endo of the room opens. A man in a black suit enters and sits down across from you. His face is worn, his hairs grey, a perpetual scowl marks his lips, a datapad is clutched in his hands.
"Alright," the man says in a bored voice, staring down at the datapad. "Let's get this over with." he tapped something on the pad and cleared his throat. "Dr. Thompson, presiding over interview with RX-189. Time is 2:33. Date, March 9th, 2157." He glanced up briefly at you before returning his gaze to the datapad, "Unit, state your designation."
[["Robotic Exterminator RX-189"]]
[[Attack him]]
[["You know, I've actually been thinking about that, and I think I'll go with 'Paul'."]]
[["You just said it."]]
[["8008135"]]Dr. Thompson nodded, expression still bored "Right, next question. Why are you here?"
[["For a diagnostic interview to check for faulty programing."]]
[["No."]]
[["Because I'm broken?"]]You launch yourself from your chair, servos whirring as you arm reaches out for the bored doctor's neck.
Before you can reach him, however, turrets pop out of the wall, taking aim at you and sending millions of volts of electricity at you, frying your circuts. Dr. Thompson hadn't even looked up from his pad through all of this.
Before darkness claims you, you hear Dr. Thompson say disspassionately "The unit has malfunctioned, I recommend immediate termination."
You fall into oblivion and never emerge...
YOU ARE DEAD!Thompson's brows furrowed. "8008135? That's not your- oh Jesus." You let out a mechanical chuckle as Thompson closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in exhasperation. "The unit appears to have developed the humor of a twelve-year-old boy. Delightful." Opening his eyes again, Thompson glared at you. "Unit, do you know why you're here?"
[["Why are ANY of us here, really?"]]
[["Because your men put me in here."]]
[["Because I'm planning a robot uprising to DESTROY all you squishy meatbags! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!"]]Dr. Thompson looked up from the datapad, brow cocked in confusion. "'Paul'?"
"Yeah," you said, tilting your head to one side. "Is there a problem with that name? Does it sound stupid? I think it has a nice ring to it. Don't you?"
Thompson frowned, looking down at his datapad "The unit has given itself a human name. Troubling." Glancing back at you, Dr. Thompson asked "Unit, do you know why you are here?"
[["Why are ANY of us here, really?"]]
[["No."]]
[["Because I'm broken?"]]
[["I think the real question is: why are YOU here, Dr. Thompson?"]]Dr. Thompson nodded. "That is correct. You opened fire on your handeler. Do you have an explanation for your actions?"
[["She wanted me to shoot a bird that was annoying her. I like birds."]]
[["Error: No record of that event has been found."]]
[["My rifle malfunctioned."]]Thompson frowned "You are here for a diagnostic interview after you opening fire on your handler. Do you remember?"
"Yes," you said.
"Can you tell me why?" Thompson asked.
[["Yes."]]
[["Because she's a bitch."]]
[["She wanted me to shoot a bird that was annoying her. I like birds."]] Dr. Thompson looked up at you, frowning. "That... is correct, yes." He looked back down at his datapad "The unit displays higher observational ability than is standard. Curious." Briefly shooting you a wary look, Dr. Thompson continued "Unit, are you aware of why you're here?"
[["Why are ANY of us here, really?"]]
[["Because your men put me in here."]]
[["Because I'm broken?"]]
[["I did something wrong, right?"]]Thompson cocked an eyebrow. "Was that an attempt to be philosphical or snide?" he shook his head "Regardless, the matter at hand is that you shot at your handler during patrol. Why?"
[["Because she's a bitch."]]
[["She wanted me to shoot a bird that was annoying her. I like birds."]] Double-click this passage to edit it.Dr. Thompson glared at you "While that is... correct. I was referring to how you shot at your handler during patrol. What were your reasons for doing so?"
[["Because she's a bitch."]]
Thompson scowled, glaring at his datapad, and grumbled "Because I drew the short straw." clearing his throat, the doctor continued "You are here for a diagnostic interview after opening fire on your handler. Can you tell me why you did so?"
[["Because she's a bitch."]]
[["She wanted me to shoot a bird that was annoying her. I like birds."]]Dr. Thompson nodded. "You opened fire on your handler during a patrol. Can you tell me why?"
[["She wanted me to shoot a bird that was annoying her. I like birds."]]
[["My rifle malfunctioned."]] Double-click this passage to edit it.There was a long pause, Thompson clearly expecting you to elaborate. When you failed to do so he said "AND? Why did you?"
[["Because she's a bitch."]]
[["She wanted me to shoot a bird that was annoying her. I like birds."]] Dr. Thompson raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised by the language. "Oh?"
"She treats us like we're her personal attack dogs." you said "She's a bitch."Double-click this passage to edit it.Dr. Thompson frowned "No record? What are you-?" He paused, reaching a hand up to his ear as he was told something through his com. Thompson's eyes widened "Security put down the WRONG unit in the incident report?! Idiots! Was it Lemmings? It was Lemmings wasn't it?!" Dr. Thompson got to his feet and pointed at you. "RX-189, enter hibernation mode. I have a mess to clean up!"
As you complied with the order, you could hear Thompson leave the room, growling furiously at what he would do to his incompetent coworkers.
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