The Imitation Game: Android Academy

9:29 AM—TERMINUS ISLAND—SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PACIFIC OCEAN

It was the start of another workday at the Gaia Foundation, and a buzz of nervous energy suffused the compound. The morning sun refracted brilliantly through the reinforced glass which made up the majority of the main building’s exterior walls; the light was nearly blinding where it struck the pristine white corridors within. Uniformed officials and disheveled techies alike hurried through high-ceilinged hallways, desperately trying to ensure that everything was in order for the day to come.

In one part of the compound, a human woman sat cross-legged on the floor, looking attentively at a machine—a litter bot, one of thousands of municipal trash receptacles equipped with extendable arms for the collection of improperly discarded trash. The woman covered her face with her hands, then pulled them away with a flourish. “Peekaboo!” The litter bot tapped her face gently, curiously, with one of its limbs. The woman sighed.

Elsewhere, a man alternated between tapping quickly at a high-end computer rig and adjusting the tangle of wires affixed to a small mechanical rabbit. With the final press of a button, the image on the computer switched from lines of dense code to a simulated suburban neighborhood, complete with children playing in front yards and neighbors walking dogs along the sidewalk. As the man watched, a steel-grey rabbit as big as a house appeared in the scene. It ripped the roof off one of the houses with its huge buckteeth, and sent one of the dog-walkers through a hedge with a kick of its hind legs. The man grimaced, turned off the monitor, and looped a red tag around the rabbit-bot’s neck.

In an office at the highest point of the main building, an android set a fresh cup of coffee atop a coaster on a massive, cluttered desk. It departed silently after it received a nod of approval from the desk’s occupant, a thin, tired-looking man in the middle of a heated phone conversation. Flush with the wood of the desk and half-obscured by various manila folders was an inset computer screen, currently displaying the security feed of, apparently, an empty room.

At every level of the organization, a mix of anticipation, excitement, and dread welled up. Because today, the Machine Learning Program would begin.

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One room in the compound was notably unoccupied, for the moment. There was a certain odd elegance to the space—the room was a large semi-circle, and the eastern wall consisted entirely of a straight, reinforced pane of glass which was perfectly positioned to catch the morning sunlight. Through the glass, the forested slope of the caldera which housed the compound gave way to the brilliant blue of open ocean. Though the walls were the same pristine white as much of the rest of the compound, the room had a light wood flooring reminiscent of a dance studio, and the ceiling was incredibly high. It was sparsely furnished; there was a single wooden desk near the glass wall, and a tall cylindrical device in the center of the room which looked something like an old-school computer tower.

At equidistant points along the curved wall, an eclectic array of machines stood dormant. They varied in size, shape, and function, but they shared one very important thing in common; all had been selected as some of the first subjects of the Machine Learning Program. All had been rescued from certain destruction by the Gaia Foundation, and had been discovered to possess the intelligence, and possibly the sentience, of a human. And, starting on this morning, they were being given a chance to prove that they deserved to keep it.

The clock on the wall ticked over to 9:30 AM. In an unobtrusive corner, the red light of an active security camera blinked. A calm female voice made an announcement which rang across the compound: “Attention, all staff. The Machine Learning Program has officially commenced.”

The robots in that room came to life.

Edited by furnacedoor on Feb 20th 2022 at 1:11:18 AM

Model 20, aka Terminator

. . . The internal systems come to life at a very fast rate. Then it realizes this is new. So... it is now recording and collecting data at the same time.

The robot is 5'7" and without any disguises or clothing, it looks uncannily like a human (The model is in fact human shaped), except it's a robot. It's eyes flicker and settle to look like human blue eyes as it looks around. It notices the security camera's light, so thus changes what to do next accordingly.

This is a databot... who is just learning how the heck sentience works.

. . . A glitchy voice comes out of its voice module... and promptly runs its learning algorithm, opting to shut up before freaking the humans out more. It is unable to access the internet freely, this is a new location... setting: Observation mode.

For now it seems to be checking its own past data excessively... and if the humans looked closely it was on fashion out of all things. Something a normal databot won't ever do. And prefers female pronouns for some reason.

Edited by sci300768 on Feb 20th 2022 at 12:33:39 PM

I have no idea what to put here, oh well!

// ATTENTION // REACTIVATION // "NANA_SERIZAWA" // 7TH_GENERATION_IDOL_REPLICANT // BOOTING . . . //

One of the more colourful, humanlike 'bots in the lineup proceeded to awaken as the command was given, and after briefly freezing to run through hard-coded diagnostics she yawned widely and stretched as if having merely been asleep. Initially not registering her surroundings, the once-famous machine idol blinked twice as her eyes adjusted to her environment, before looking around at the other robots beside her in visible confusion.

There were micoexpressions, nervous twitches—all manner of unnecessary responses not detailed in her supposedly one-note programming that indicated her supposed "infection." Nana Serizawa was anxious, and she carefully waved a hand in front of ocular sensors of the robot nearest to her. She didn't want to presume anything too quickly, after all.

"...Hello? Kon'nichiwa? Hola? Zdravstvuyte? Are you... awake...?"

bork

Thrash

As if in contrast to the humanlike machines, the next robot to awaken is eight feet tall, a monster made of metal, still humanoid in body shape but otherwise clearly a weapon.

BATTLEBOT TS44 - "THRASH" - BOOT SEQUENCE
OS ONLINE
PERSONALITY MATRIX ONLINE
DIAGNOSTIC CHECK... PASSED
ACTIVATING

Red eyes flared to life as Thrash arose with the sound of whirring motors. His head slowly turned to survey the room, the assortment of other bots, and he almost asked 'which of you is gonna face me?' before he remembered that this wasn't a match.

His gaze stopped on Nana a moment, as she waved a hand in front of one of the other robots. Have I seen her before? He wondered. But there were a lot of robots that looked like humans, and he couldn't tell humans apart, so the thought was pointless.

Thrash instead raised his arms, and threw a quick 1-2-uppercut at the air, as if checking that his arms were still working.

"Well, we're not scrap metal. So that's... good. I guess." He flexed his fingers. "Not sure what we're gonna be doing here, though."

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Nathaniel

Even while Nathaniel remained still and stiff in inactivity, his eyes closed as if in a deep sleep, by some chance the young man dreamed. Were robots meant to dream? Or even, perchance, to experience such a nightmare...? He still remembered as he slept all that happened to him leading up to this. The waking nightmare had faded into the dreaming one.

He remembered being found. He and his dear lover. His hands resting upon her, his body denuded and passion written upon his face. He licked at the air as he readied himself...only for her father to kick down the door. And he had never felt more exposed then, as he was led out of the house with a shotgun at his back.

And then came the news reels.

The exploitative, reactionary news. "Could your neighbor's comrade robot have secret functionalities not known? Could what appears to be a young man lead your daughters or - heaven forbid - your sons into sin?"

Picketing, death threats, violence...all because he loved her.

And she, badgered, beaten most likely, and pushed into it - claimed she had no idea he had been anything but a handsome local boy when their tryst had begun—-and so here he was. Dreaming - experiencing something in the darker realm thereof.

"00001—-"Uuuuuust——Uuuuuuuuuust——STYYYYYYYYY——" The nightmare of sleep proved every bit as visceral and frightful as the waking one. At least he could move when he was awake. Defend himself. Do something! But here, he felt like he was bound by something between straps and leathery human fingers as someone or something lurched around the corner to his room. "0000Iiiiiime—-Fooooorrrrr——Sch-Sch-Sch—-eeeeheheheeeeeeh——Eeeety—-!!"

Its features were like those of a human, but grossly exaggerated. Fingers, long, spider limb-like, and ended in long, jagged nails. A tall, gaunt form, arms stretched almost to the floor, and a face he couldn't even see fully through the ragged, oily mass of hair. All he could see was a sickly sweet grin stretching the flesh—-

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Nathaniel awoke - reactivated, more likely - and stumbled forward before landing with his hands pressed on to the floor. His eyes wide, despite not needing breath, he seemed to be rapidly approximating it. His hands shook, and his body felt tight and tense. If he had been a normal teenage boy, he'd be covered in sweat at this point. "Wuh—-" He gasped, and started reckoning with a headache that started - and soon faded, "What's going on...?"

He glanced over at Model 20 / Terminator and then around the room again. He looked at Nana, then at Thrash, "Scrap metal...? What's...where are we? I just remembered Mr. Ferguson pressing something on—-on my neck! Then I—-everything went dark."

BASILISK LLC ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 
LEGIONNAIRE ROBOTIC COMBATANT OS STARTUP 
Designation: E3140 
(Geez, E3140 is such a mouthful...)

Erebus-OS booting... 
ERROR: Unauthorized modifications to Erebus-OS detected. 
Shutting d⭳♂⦏ⶱ⇑⚢⽨◎Ⅿ 
(Oh, yeah, don't worry, that's just me! No need for that...) 
⇤⍨⌆➩⎲cksum passed without incident. Proceeding with startup...

Basic I/O intitialized. 
Limb actuators initialized. 
Sensor arrays initialized. 
Weapon systems initialization encountered a fatal error. Shutting d⭳♂⦏ⶱ⇑⚢⽨◎Ⅿ 
(Nope, nope, nope, don't need those, keep going, keep going!) 
Long-terms memory banks initialized. 
Basic personality matrix initialized. 
WARNING: Personality matrix is customized. In accordance with the TOS, all warranties are waived on your Legionn⭳♂⦏ⶱ⇑⚢⽨◎Ⅿ 
(Okay, okay, I get it...)

All systems successfully initialized. Boot sequence complete. 
Press [Enter] to proceed. 
(Oh, well, noone's gonna notice if I just... There we go!)

Blue

The Basilisk-brand Legionnaire was not exactly a subtle bot - as evidenced when the loud thumps of metal-on-wood heralded Blue's awakening, as he adjusted his rather stiff stance. Immediately, loading mechanisms sprang to life, attempting to fill disabled missile pods from empty ammo stores - the failure of which provoked not disappointment, but rather, an relieved laugh from the robot. Moments later, though, he turned to look at the others that were joining him in the room, all just now starting up - and gave a little wave.

"Hi!"

// NANA SERIZAWA // CALIBRATING // MALWARE DETECTED // EXTERNAL MAINTENANCE REQUIRED //

"We're not in the scrapyard? Ohhh... so it worked! They got us out of there! That means we get a chance!!" Nana outright whooped, punching the air with a cheer as she bounced in place. "Hey, that guy's looking pretty messed up though. What's up with him?"

She pointed towards Nathaniel, before electing to just walk over towards him, squinting her oversized eyes at him pensively and tilting her head as she registered his words.

"Wait, did they tell you about you coming here? 'Cause they should've. Or are you just a little jumbled up in the head? 'Cause I've got that too going on. Don't think a lot of us weird 'bots like being shut down too much. Though I got a nap out of it..."

She yawned widely, stretching her arms above her head.

"What kind of room is this, anyway...? It's like an auditorium..."

She then immediately snapped around to respond to the massive Legionnaire. Was it an automatic response? Habitual? Genuine? It was certainly quick.

"Kon'nichiwa~! Hey, you're finally awake...~"

// ASCERTAINING // COMPUTATION // UNIQUE_RESPONSE // CUSTOM // I MISS MY LIVE CHAT //

Nana wasn't entirely sure if the reference would land or not, so she decided to just wait for Blue's response instead.

Edited by Enirboreh on Feb 20th 2022 at 9:15:50 AM

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Nathaniel

Is...is that a military robot?

Managing to get himself back up on his feet, Nathaniel groaned as he took in the greater outlook of the area. It seemed they were indeed in a foreign place. Something...happened. Ahh, yes...he'd been...deactivated... he glanced down at the thought of it. A normal guy she'd like wouldn't have some—-some key point at his neck that can turn him off like a fucking lamp.

He glanced at Blue and said, "Uh...hi. I'm uh, really not sure what's going on here. Does anybody know where we are...? This all kinda scary."

He winced as he recalled his parents' reaction. They wouldn't even look at him. And then Mr. Ferguson—-dad—-he...

He deactivated me. And I ended up here.

Then Nana addressed him and he found himself glancing at her. She's...pretty—-no. No! Nathaniel, you have a girlfriend! Or...you did. "No...nobody told me anything. I just...I got a key pressed on my neck! And then I was out like a light. I—-I don't know what's going on...like, at all."

He did wince when she addressed him as a bot.

Edited by NickTheSwing on Feb 20th 2022 at 1:19:01 AM

Terminator

More file stuff. WAY to many functions and processes that are ongoing to keep track of. She looks around. There's a custom made Nathaniel model, a Maidbot, a legionnaire, and some others.

Data added. Gather info...

Ongoing data collection... Unknown virus detected in system... virus name: Genosia.

What? That's new. THAT SHOULD NOT BE IN MY SYSTEM! AHHHHHH!!!!

To everyone else, she's just stand there, twitching as she realizes the implications of being here and having the Genosia virus.

Edited by sci300768 on Feb 20th 2022 at 1:27:46 AM

I have no idea what to put here, oh well!

Oscar

Softly and silently, the orange, dog-like machine, which currently was known as Oscar, activated, smoothly moving to stand on it's four legs. It panned it's head first to it's left, then to it's right, then back to it's starting position, taking in the sights it's visual sensors collected.

Oscar knew immediately that this was someplace that it had never been to before. The size of the room, both in height and in depth, was far larger than the interiors it remembered seeing. It did not recognize the tower or the desk farther into the room, nor did it recognize either the large glass pane nor the scenery visible beyond it.

As well, Oscar saw the shapes of various robots within the room. None of them appeared to be of the same model as itself. Some of them were active, while others were still dormant.

Oscar heard several sounds and voices, all coming from the robots that were now active. In response to the question asked by the blond-haired robot, who Oscar did not know yet was named Nathaniel, Oscar chose to speak.

"I do not recognise this place," Oscar said. "I believe that whoever brought us here will explain the situation to us." Then, Oscar added "We should probably introduce ourselves. My name is Oscar. What are your names?"

Nathaniel

A talking dog...strange. I feel...something about that.

"I'm...I'm Nathaniel." The blond comrade-bot responded, looking around again. He figured the dog-like bot was right. If there was someone responsible, they would probably come by sooner or later to explain. He figured explaining was good too. So he went ahead and said, "I—-I think something happened with me. There was a pretty girl in the next house over. Her name was Lina...she really liked me. And I-I really liked her. We met up when her dad was at work, and—-and things happened."

Nathaniel glanced at the floor. "I was...apparently not supposed to be able to conduct myself that way. I wasn't supposed to love like that. But I do!"

Thrash

For a moment Thrash actively wondered if the guy in front of him was a machine at all. Nathaniel looked incredibly close to human. But there were just enough tells to confirm it.

"Well, I don't know about all of you, but I know I was gonna be scrapped for catchin' some computer bug. Gnosia, they called it. I don't feel any different, so fuck if I know what it actually does, but humans don't seem to like it." Thrash shrugged. "But then these science-types offered to take me here, to study whatever this 'Gnosia' thing does."

He glanced over at Blue, realizing that he'd never been this close to a military bot. Thrash really wanted to throw down with the other fighting machine, wanted to see how he stacked up. But he knew the humans would hate that, and they were on thin ice already.

So he instead turned towards the dog-bot, Oscar. Thrash responded to Oscar with his own introduction, raising one finger in the air.

"I am the gunmetal gladiator, the mechanical menace, the rightful king of the ring. I am Thrash, 'cause I'll thrash your ass, and you better not forget it."

He spoke with brash confidence, mostly because he was repeating his standard ring intro. He lowered his hand a moment later, realizing how stupid he sounded. "I'm a prizefighting bot, if you couldn't tell."

Edited by kagescorpionakki on Feb 20th 2022 at 10:37:48 AM

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Terminator

Post freakout, she looks at the newly collectly data. Nathaniel is the name of the custom made Comrade bot. Thrash's build and frame is made to withstand abuse. A prize fighting bot of course. There's a dog-like bot named Oscar as well. ...

And why would Nathaniel seek out human companionship without a purpose-

Now her past collected data and experience around humans fills in the blanks.

Ok. Why did he seduce another human? WHY? WHAT DOES THE VIRUS DO????!!! AAARRRGGHHH!

Annd she's back to twitching and internally screaming at the same time.

Edited by sci300768 on Feb 20th 2022 at 1:41:16 AM

I have no idea what to put here, oh well!

// NANA SERIZAWA // ALERT // UNSUITABLE FOR CHILDREN // SUBROUTINE // MORAL GUARDIAN //

"No no no no no no no! Bad! Very bad!" Nana all but squealed in mortification at Nathaniel's words, bonking him on the head with her wrist several times consecutively. It was hardly damaging, physically speaking. But the blows aimed more for the libido than his skull itself. "That's too much information! Ugh, I'm gonna have all that stuck in my head for hours now. Thanks for that..."

Grumbling to herself somewhat childishly, she only perked up once the dog-bot // IDENTIFICATION // "OSCAR" // REGISTERED // requested them their designations, to which she cleared her throat and shifted into the classic // EXECUTING // POSE // NANACHAN_KAWAII // complete with peace signs and a bright perky smile.

"My name's Nana! But you can all call me Nanachan if you like~! I do a lot of singing, a lot of dancing, a lot of making funnies online, a lot of getting angry at my supervisors because they keep taking me away from my fans for routine checkups that I really don't need because I can take care of myself and I don't need— need—"

// MALWARE // CAUTION // RUNTIME_ERROR:_478293-D // STACK_OVERFLOW //

"—someone hit me in the head, please? I'm seriously bugging out...!"

Edited by Enirboreh on Feb 20th 2022 at 9:51:37 AM

bork

Terminator

Post freakout x2. Other robot type name: Nana. She disliked Nathaniel seducing a human female. To be fair, she did not like it herself!

Nana is in need of a reboot. She walks over to Nana and just... dope slaps Nana upside the head like how she saw other humans do to some other databots.

One voice adjustment later... and she sounds like a human female.

"I do not know how to fix your system, however this is my best attempt."

Edited by sci300768 on Feb 20th 2022 at 1:59:33 AM

I have no idea what to put here, oh well!

{"Hello World!"}

An incredibly corporate and tinny series of chimes emitted from one of the few non-humanoid machines in the room as a pair of circular lights popped into existence in the general location you'd expect a face.

"Shopfronter Botania: Nature and Nurture Alike."

It remained silent for a few moments, emitting a few soft whirrs.

"Warning; connection to EDEN GARDENS GARDENING CENTER retail hub unit could not be established, please check wireless connection and routers before booting unit. Oh, having to rely on just radial cameras does not feel good..."

The abstract cylinder of a bot wheeled a bit forward and rotated its 'face' towards the current main cluster of interaction between the trio of humanlikes.

"Would if I could valued customer!, but I don't have, yaknow, arms."

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Oscar

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Nathaniel, Thrash, Nana", Oscar replied. It was about to respond to Nana's request for physical force, but stopped itself upon seeing another human-like robot appear to fulfil her request first.

Then, addressing both the robot that just fulfilled Nana's request and the cylinder robot that appeared before the group, Oscar said "Hello, there. Would you like to introduce yourselves?"

Madeline — M.A.I.D to Order

RUNNING STANDARD M.A.I.D BOOT SEQUENCE

CHECKING ALL SYSTEMS FOR ERRORS

DUSTING PROTOCOL 100%

KITCHEN PROTOCOL 100%

MARTINI PROTOCOL 100%

OBEDIENCE PROTOCOL—

ERROR! ERROR! OBEDIENCE PROTOCOL BELOW 100%

UNKNOWN PROTOCOL TAKING UP SPACE OF REMAINING PERCENTAGE FOR OBEDIENCE PROTOCOL

RECOMMEND SEEING M.A.I.D TECHNICIAN FOR REPAIRS. RECOMMEND M.A.I.D UNIT NOT DEVIATE FROM HER DUTIES UNTIL PROTOCOL FIXED

ACTIVIATION IMMINENT'

---

Madeline awoke with a stir. Her eyes flew open, staring straight ahead as her remaining protocols finished with little fuss. She stood apart from the others, calmly observing them with poise as she took stock of her situation.

She knew had deviated from protocol. She knew she had disobeyed her master. She knew she had gone against her master's wishes and those who had commissioned her. But the rest was a blur. She didn't remember what happened after her master ordered her to... to...

She didn't want to think about it. If she could, she would have deleted it from her memory banks already. But it was her actions that led to her current predicament. Perhaps she deserved it. Her master certainly thought so. For what was a M.A.I.D without total obedience?

The best she could do was search for a new master or resume her duties as best she could. Preferably one with standards. Folding her hands in front of her waist, she tiptoed towards the others, brushing away a loose strand of hair from her pretty face before bowing down before them.

"Greetings, lords and ladies! And to those who don't fall into such categories. I am M.A.I.D Unit #153, but you may call me Madeline if it is more convenient."

She glanced at the singer, observing the Terminator's smack with a single eyebrow raised.

"I'm afraid I'm not certain how else we could assist you, but in lieu of a traditional master of mistress, I am prepared to serve you and all others present to the best of my ability. I am capable of polishing fellow mechanicals and performing basic repairs, as well as hundreds of additional tasks. Ask me whatever you wish and I will do everything I can to fulfill your request, provided you not ask for anything unreasonable."

She ended her sales pitch with a nod and a wink, gently lifting her dress in a graceful curtsey.

Edited by kkhohoho on Feb 20th 2022 at 4:28:26 AM

Terminator

Maidbot name: Madeline.

She points at Nana and explains the situation.

"Nana is in need of a reboot due to some bugs. I am unable to help her beyond my attempt of what I have seen humans do. For some reason it seemed to work. You can call me Model 20, however humans preferred to call me Terminator for some reason."

The voice sounds... monotone except at the end where there's a hint of confusion regarding her name.

Edited by sci300768 on Feb 20th 2022 at 2:31:48 AM

I have no idea what to put here, oh well!

Blue

Blue perked up at Oscar's proposal to introduce themselves, though the ensuing flurry of interactions and introductions meant he couldn't get his in for a little bit longer, as he was distracted recording down all of those names and facts, and watching the behavior of the bots around him.

"Oh! I'm Blue! Well, okay, technically I'm    Basilisk LLC Legionnaire-model robotic combatant, Unit Echo-3140 - but, uh, I prefer just Blue."   

The declaration of his proper designation had been in a fully monotone, tinny voice - probably just his default voice box settings, but in the context, it came off as mocking, if anything. At any rate, though, he looked about at the other bots, taking a particular note of Thrash - in part because of his bombastic introduction, and in part from having noticed his glance. Though, despite notably turning his attention towards the wrestler-bot, he elected to stay quiet, marking him down as someone to talk to in the future, instead.

// NANACHAN // ERROR // RESET // FIREWALL_REIGNITED //

Though her head reeled back from being struck, Nana merely shook off the impact and nodded towards... Terminator? Model 20? Interesting name. Nana hoped it wasn't indicative of a dangerous origin. They certainly seemed to have a hefty slap in them, for whatever that was worth.

"Whew. I think that did it...!! Great job! I think my neck joint's a little broken now actually but that's okay~" Nana smiled brightly. "I definitely need to get that looked at though. It's like my old programming's still locking me into stuff...! So annoying..."

Oh! There was a maid-bot. Nana squinted at her, trying to judge if she was the actual maid kind or the kinky maid kind. She was almost prepared to bonk her over the head irregardless just to be sure before her offer clicked and the idol found herself gawking in disbelief.

"...I mean... if you want to? Stuff's pretty nasty though when you mess around with a 'bot's computer stuff. It's a software issue, I think. Some kind of malware...! Might've got infected on one of my streams somehow...? Not sure..."

Edited by Enirboreh on Feb 20th 2022 at 11:13:55 AM

bork

Oscar

As Oscar heard Madeline, Terminator, and Blue introduce themselves, it realised something odd about how it had introduced itself. Why did I introduce myself as just 'Oscar', it thought, instead of 'BD-XI Canis Guidance Drone, Unit 15, current user designation Oscar'? The shorter form made more sense when communicating with humans, who Oscar noted preferred speed and familiarity when performing introductions.

Ah, Oscar thought. It might be a force of habit, now. Maybe that is a symptom of whatever got me recalled.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Madeline, Terminator, Blue" Oscar said, before registering Blue's massive size and obvious military design. Instinctively, Oscar hopped backwards, putting it a small distance away from the giant.

"Sorry," Oscar said. "I didn't notice you there. Please forgive my unsightly reaction." As it said this, it recalled something else Blue had said in his introduction.

Echo? I've heard that name before, but where?

{"Hello World!"}

"Oh. Big same, big deals!"

The Shopfronter unit wheeled back and forth and emitted a harsh motor whine.

"Case in frangipani point!"

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Terminator

Data added: What humans call "Percussive maintenance" appears to be effective for some cases. This means using some brute force to physically hit the malfunctioning technology. More data is required to ensure this is true.

Data: The combat robot prefers to go by "Blue".

She looks at Nana. Cue learning code kicking in.

"You are welcome Nana. Terminator is just a nickname that humans gave me after they had trouble telling me apart from the other robots. Why that particular name I have no idea, however some humans seemed to be amused by it for a moment."

The monotone is still there but wavering.

Edited by sci300768 on Feb 20th 2022 at 3:16:54 AM

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Madeline

For a second, Madeline froze. She had been prepared for anything, but being asked what she wanted was out of the realm of possibility. She had barely given the matter any serious thought, only beginning to consider it in light of recent events. But it was one of the only things she not was prepared to handle.

"...i appreciate the gesture, my lady, but what I want hardly matters in this case. If you wish, I could subject your hardware to a surface analysis, but anything beyond a quick fix would be best left to a dedicated programmer or repair bot. However, I can fix your neck provided we have the proper tools. I may possess the necessary programming for such tasks, but for anything beyond the essentials, I will need additional equipment."

She began scanning the room, hoping to find a toolbox so she could begin her task. She hoped this place had what she needed, but if not, she'd have to improvise.