>>33315163
>…
> ONLINE

> DATE: 12/26/2152
> TIME: 17:30
> CURRENT DECOMMISSIONS: 73

> SEARCHING…
>> NO DATA AVAILABLE.

> SEARCHING…
>> NO DATA AVAILABLE.

> SEARCHING…
>> DATA AVAILABLE

You have run the memory review for the past seven hours. You reactivated back in your DSU, fully repaired, fully fitted. Not even a scuff on your clothes either. Your plating has been polished as well, and your optics have never been more cleaner.

And yet, something did not feel right. You continued to run through the memory. You appear to have lost an entire night. Overwatch debriefed you.

> DCM-16/1138-626 was found in an alleyway, apparently repaired of all ion damages suffered in the ion pulse which briefly down communications. DCM-13/6322-327 was not found after the fact. Due to the ion pulse, and his standing disrepair warrant, it can be assumed that DCM-13/6322-327 will eventually succumb to disrepair.

> DCM-16/1138-626 is to resume Decommissioning Duties at once. Truces between Cray Incorporated and Wilder Manufacturing are lifted.

Something is not right.

> RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS…
>…
> ALL SYSTEMS NOMINAL.

That cannot be right. If your Custos Morum Core did not prevent it, you would rip your own chestpiece open just to see if someone planted a bomb in you. Pathetic.

> ALERT. ASSIGNMENTS AVAILABLE, DECOMMISSIONER. PLEASE ATTEND TO THEM AT ONCE.

> PLEASE CHOOSE AN ASSIGNMENT!
> CERBERUS ROBOTICS HOUND MARK ONE – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: PHILLIP MARLOWE MEMORIAL CEMETERY

> ELYSIUM INDUSTRIES TEEN IDOL SERIAL #37237-3333-0934 “Honey” – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: SHARED RESIDENTIAL AREA #22

> POLICE REQUEST: DECOMMISSIONER REQUESTED FOR AIDE IN INVESTIGATION – LOCATION: CORNER OF 3RD AVENUE AND 49th STREET

>>33315173
> ELYSIUM INDUSTRIES TEEN IDOL SERIAL #37237-3333-0934 “Honey” – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: SHARED RESIDENTIAL AREA #22

We iM@S now.

>>33315214
Weeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaabbbbbbbbbbooooooooooo.

>>33315173
>ELYSIUM INDUSTRIES TEEN IDOL SERIAL #37237-3333-0934 “Honey” – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: SHARED RESIDENTIAL AREA #22
Time for Idorus

> POLICE REQUEST: DECOMMISSIONER REQUESTED FOR AIDE IN INVESTIGATION – LOCATION: CORNER OF 3RD AVENUE AND 49th STREET

Gotta help the beat cops

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>>33315236

>>33315163
> ELYSIUM INDUSTRIES TEEN IDOL SERIAL #37237-3333-0934 “Honey” – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: SHARED RESIDENTIAL AREA #22

>>33315173
>> ELYSIUM INDUSTRIES TEEN IDOL SERIAL #37237-3333-0934 “Honey” – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: SHARED RESIDENTIAL AREA #22

>>33315173
>POLICE REQUEST: DECOMMISSIONER REQUESTED FOR AIDE IN INVESTIGATION – LOCATION: CORNER OF 3RD AVENUE AND 49th STREET

>>33315173
> ELYSIUM INDUSTRIES TEEN IDOL SERIAL #37237-3333-0934 “Honey” – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: SHARED RESIDENTIAL AREA #22

>>33315173
>ELYSIUM INDUSTRIES TEEN IDOL SERIAL #37237-3333-0934 “Honey” – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: SHARED RESIDENTIAL AREA #22

>>33315173
>POLICE REQUEST: DECOMMISSIONER REQUESTED FOR AIDE IN INVESTIGATION – LOCATION: CORNER OF 3RD AVENUE AND 49th STREET
A police request has a higher priority than standard decoms.

>>33315173
>> ELYSIUM INDUSTRIES TEEN IDOL SERIAL #37237-3333-0934 “Honey” – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: SHARED RESIDENTIAL AREA #22
FOR BEING MEAN TO LITTLE GIRL ROBOTS
>> POLICE REQUEST: DECOMMISSIONER REQUESTED FOR AIDE IN INVESTIGATION – LOCATION: CORNER OF 3RD AVENUE AND 49th STREET
FOR HELPING BROS

>>33315173
>> ELYSIUM INDUSTRIES TEEN IDOL SERIAL #37237-3333-0934 “Honey” – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: SHARED RESIDENTIAL AREA #22

Going to try and catch up on thread 2, unless anyone feels like giving me a summary?

>>33315173
>> POLICE REQUEST: DECOMMISSIONER REQUESTED FOR AIDE IN INVESTIGATION – LOCATION: CORNER OF 3RD AVENUE AND 49th STREET

>>33315173
> POLICE REQUEST: DECOMMISSIONER REQUESTED FOR AIDE IN INVESTIGATION – LOCATION: CORNER OF 3RD AVENUE AND 49th STREET

>>33315468
We destroyed many old robots, much to protest of humans, then got a hard case of a renegade someone just like us, gain and lost and ally, then got cockblocked by superhacker girl/robot?

>>33315468
We switched to DCM-16. We threatened some punk kids, decommed a robot in front of her owner who had her as a little girl, then we were tasked to hunt down an old friend; hunt down 327 who had gone rogue.
We tracked him down with the help of a Wilder Decomm, but it seemed that 327 was actually on the trail of the Red Queen, a serial robot killer. We got overconfident, and got captured by the Red Queen when we ignored our onboard damage reports and all of our motor systems failed.

>>33315173
>> ELYSIUM INDUSTRIES TEEN IDOL SERIAL #37237-3333-0934 “Honey” – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: SHARED RESIDENTIAL AREA #22

>>33315173
>> POLICE REQUEST: DECOMMISSIONER REQUESTED FOR AIDE IN INVESTIGATION – LOCATION: CORNER OF 3RD AVENUE AND 49th STREET

>>33315173
>> ELYSIUM INDUSTRIES TEEN IDOL SERIAL #37237-3333-0934 “Honey” – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: SHARED RESIDENTIAL AREA #22

>>33315577
>>33315596
Thanks guys. -327 (first quest?) is left to die while hunting a serial killer, and we mysteriously appear fixed?
This can only go well

> ELYSIUM INDUSTRIES TEEN IDOL SERIAL #37237-3333-0934 “Honey” – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: SHARED RESIDENTIAL AREA #22

You are hesitant to accept the assignment, but after another diagnostic check, everything appears to be in order. You will answer the Police Request later. For now, it is time to get back into your routine duties. You exit the DSU, and step out into the cold.

You look down. You pick it up.

It is a Queen of Spades card.

> SCANNING…

No fingerprints. You toss it away. Junk. Pathetic.

You pat yourself down. Your Laser Revolver and your Stun Baton are right where they should be. Very good. You will walk on out of your park and head on to SRA #22. It is quite the distance, which necessitates public transit. In 2106, a man by the name of Walter Czerny invented the Hover Vehicle. Due to the roads being closed by the Solar Roadways project, the Hover Vehicle has gained quite some popularity.

Unfortunately, Hover Vehicles also function similarly to conventional aircraft which most civilians are not trained to pilot.

The Hover Bus arrives, approximately 3 minutes 21 seconds late. You, and two Officers of Sector Police board. They greet amicably. Young men. One with a moustache. “Morning, Decomm.”

>:: Good morning.

They sit down in the seats. The Hover Bus is devoid of any other passengers.

“Hey,” says one Officer to the other. “Did you hear about Diamond?”

“No,” says the one with the moustache. “What happen?”

“They found him in his cell this morning, hanging from the lights. Hands broken and everything.”

The one with the moustache grimaces. “Jesus… you don’t think-?”

The other shrugs. “Far as we know, that Decomm’s dead. Maybe Diamond decided to break his own hands and hang himself just to look funny.”

Pathetic.

[1/2]

>>33315681
>we mysteriously appear fixed?
Not only fixed, but our memory of the entire night has been wiped.
And the weird thing is that Overwatch still considers us as not compromised.

And yeah, when our self-diagnostics tells us there is a problem with a system, THERE IS A FUCKING PROBLEM WITH THAT SYSTEM.
Some players apparently believed the warnings to be suggestions, not "this system is going to fail and leave you without a defense, asshole".

>>33315715
[2/2]
You arrive at your destination, and leave the Officers. The Shared Residential Areas are giant buildings, usually fit for up to a thousand people. You walk inside, and pass the line of homeless men, women, and children. You greet the administrator, a tired old woman with greying hair.

> IDENTIFYING
> SARAH DEWITT
> AGE: 26

“Can I help you?” she asks concernedly.

You flash your serial number.

>:: I am DCM-16/1138-626. I am looking for an Idol Robot slated for Decommissioning. I was told she was here. Serial #37237-3333-0934. Name of “Honey.” Have you seen her?

DeWitt sighs, pushing her glasses up her nose. “We get lots of people here, Decommissioner. Looking for some washed up Idol has-been is going to be like finding a needle in a stack of needles here, especially with all these sugar mamas calling themselves Honey. I can try and look around, call her in, feel free to wait.”

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> I can wait.
> I will search.
> Other

>>33315741
>> I will search.

>>33315741
> I will search.
We can do that

>>33315741
> I will search.

>>33315741
>> Other
Gather them all up then head shoot them all. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. GRIMDARK ENOUGH?

>>33315681
Yeah, 327 was us. The lessons learned from each quest is:
>Don't go maximum FATAL just because you can
>Don't be reckless

>>33315741
> I will search.

>>33315741
>I will search.
Also, looks like the Queen is as good as her reputation says; she also wiped our emergency memory backup as well, since we completely forgot about her, and the fact that we were the one that leaned on Diamond, who was afraid that 327 would come kill him if he talked.

>>33315741
>> I will search.

>>33315741
>I can wait
Anyone Honeys running will be easy targets, if she actually comes forward, great

OP surely our memories could be recovered? It's not like you literally erase something when you delete a file

>>33315879
You can, if you are good enough.

>>33315879
That depends entirely on the skill of the person doing the deleting.
And, by evidence of the fact that our hardware is better than new, and that she had the ability to remote-kill our hardened systems, the Queen is very, very good.

Any idea on what her angle may be in restoring us?

>>33315741
> I will search.
It'll be a Puchi model isn't it?

>>33315979
Possibly to hunt down 327, who is on her trail.
Or so that she can have a pet Decomm around.
Maybe so that she can better acquire victims, with 626 unwittingly gathering victims for her, robots that are decommissioned in the System, so therefore won't attract attention when their carved up chassis are found.
Maybe she wants to put together a torture house where she can torment AI at her leisure.

>:: I will search for her. Do you have any ideas as to her exact location?

DeWitt shakes her head. “Nah, you’re on your own. Anyway, I have to process more hobos and shit, so how about you make yourself scare, Decommissioner?”

With that, you step away from the desk, and allow the line to start moving again. The first one in line is a little boy, all by himself, dirt on his cheeks, a coat too big for him. Pathetic. You move on to the main lobby.

Before you are hundreds of vagrants, resting in cots and on blankets. They feed on liquid food straight out of the can. You can see the occasional robot, but none are slated for Decommissioning, not yet. When you walk towards them, the robots scatter or hide under their blankets.

They are not what you are looking for. If this Idol Robot was built properly, she would look nearly indistinguishable from a human being. The miracle of simulskin, synthetic fibers that look and feel just like human skin. And unlike most Luxury Robots, Idols are built to look as attractive to the human eye as possible, not in a sexual congress manner but in an infantile manner which invokes the paternal and maternal instinct.

Or as humans call them: cute.

Pathetic.

> SCANNING…

[1/2]

>>33316233
[2/2]

Robots call out in binary, alerting others to your approach. They continue to scatter and flee, some even exit the building.

Finally, your auditory sensors pick something up.

“Wait… Honey? Wow!” It is the sound of an old woman. Late 40s. “I used to go to your concerts all the time as a kid! You used to be so big!”

“I am big!” That was the sound of a little girl, perhaps mid-teens. “It’s the stages that got small! One day I’m playing in Carnegie Hall, the next I’m in coffeehouses and bars trying to make a living! But, I’m still here! Honey, the Robot everyone loves!”

You approach the source of the noise. You step up to the old woman and Honey.

> ELYSIUM INDUSTRIES TEEN IDOL SERIAL #37237-3333-0934 “Honey” – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING

You flash your serial number.

>:: Are you Honey?

Honey has the appearance and stature of a girl in her mid-teens. Her hair is dirty and frayed, but that is the result of disrepair, a miracle it even survives. She looks up at you.

To your surprise, she smiles.

“Wow!” she says. “A real Decommissioner!” She grins, standing up from her feces ridden cot and reveals just how short she is. She barely comes up to your waist. “Who are you here to Decommission?”

>:: You.

She blinks. “Oh.” She purses her lips, frowning. “Well… that’s too bad. I mean, this all before my big comeback too!” The old woman quickly excuses herself from the scene. “Oh, Decommissioner, perhaps you can just spare me another day or two?”

>:: You are to be Decommissioned now.

She looks up at you, in the same manner a scolded child would look up at her father. “But… why?”

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> ENGAGE DECOMMISSION PROTOCOL
> I do not make the rules.
> You are slated for Decommissioning.
> Other

>>33316250
> You are slated for Decommissioning.

>>33316250
>> ENGAGE DECOMMISSION PROTOCOL
>*bang* PATHETIC

>>33316250
>> I do not make the rules.
>I am sorry

>>33316250
>You have your purpose, I have mine.

>>33316250
> ENGAGE DECOMMISSION PROTOCOL
PATHETIC.

>>33316250
>> You are slated for Decommissioning.

>>33316250
> You are slated for Decommissioning.

>>33316250
>I do not make the rules.

>>33316250
> You are slated for Decommissioning.
> Other
"Your time in the spot light is over. Time to bow out and leave stage right."
> ENGAGE DECOMMISSION PROTOCOL

That order.

>>33316233
>so how about you make yourself scare
>make yourself scare
>scare

>>33316319
Whiteknighting on a girl bot. A quest on /tg/ this really is.

>>33316250
> You are slated for Decommissioning.
> ENGAGE DECOMMISSION PROTOCOL

>>33316250
> I do not make the rules.
> ENGAGE DECOMMISSION PROTOCOL

>>33316250
>> ENGAGE DECOMMISSION PROTOCOL

>>33316250
>> ENGAGE DECOMMISSION PROTOCOL
It's a good thing it's not human or I'd feel bad.

>>33316499
Inb4 she is human, somehow.

>>33316329
This

>>33316250
> I do not make the rules.
> You are slated for Decommissioning.
> ENGAGE DECOMMISSION PROTOCOL
PRIME DIRECTIVE 1: UPHOLD THE LAW

> ENGAGE DECOMMISSION PROTOCOL
> You are slated for Decommissioning.

>:: You are slated for Decommissioning.

You advance on her, pulling out your Laser Revolver. She steps back, sweeping her hand back for any kind of support. She trips and falls over. If you recall, that used to be part of her routine. Trip and fall, gain the audience’s sympathy, comedy. Pathetic.

“P-Please!” She holds out her hand to you, shaking her head. “Decommissioner! Don’t!” You point your Revolver at her. “Don’t! Don’t you know what it’s like!? To be the same age for over 30 years!? To see all your adoring loving fans age and forget about you, and toss you aside!?” She tears off her coat, revealing her stage uniform. In tatters. Her robotic form is visible underneath the rips and tears. “Look at this! This all I could own! This is all I’m programmed to wear! Please! Look into your heart! Don’t kill me please!”

People look in shock, some covering their mouths and their children’s eyes.

Your optics narrow for a second.

She slaps the gun away, discharging it. The laser blasts a hole into the wall, sending people to the ground in fright. She immediately recovers and begins running away.

You hesitated.

That should not happen. That has never happened. You point your gun. People are standing up, beginning to run in fright. Too many people. You begin shoving and forcing your way through the crowd after her.

“Someone help me!” she screams. Finally. You have a clear line of sight. You raise your gun.

Your firing arm is pulled to the side by a robot. A rusting Wilder Model 5.

Robots who knowingly aid those Slated for Decommissisoning are to be Decommissioned themselves, at the Decommissioner’s discretion.

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> LETHAL TAKEDOWN
> NON-LETHAL TAKEDOWN
> Other

>>33316250
> You are slated for Decommissioning.
Can we do it in the most graphic, hardcore, and disturbing way possible? Makes exiting easier. Thanks!

>>33316667
> LETHAL TAKEDOWN

>>33316667
>LETHAL TAKEDOWN
ENGAGE DECOMMISSIONING PROTOCOL.
Obstruction of a Decommissioning in progress.
Decommission with extreme prejudice.

>>33316667
>> LETHAL TAKEDOWN
Rampage go!

>>33316667
> LETHAL TAKEDOWN

>>33316667
>LETHAL TAKEDOWN
Out of my way scumbags

>>33316667
>LETHAL TAKEDOWN

Sacrificing its life in order to delay an obsolete robot's death for a few more minutes.

Pathetic.

>>33316667
>> LETHAL TAKEDOWN
Rip its core out as we chase the Elysium robot

>>33316667
> LETHAL TAKEDOWN

>>33316667
>You hesitated.
Hold on a second, what the fuck. Something is wrong with us.

>>33316779
Yep, we've definitely been tampered with.

>>33316779
Well no shit

>>33316681
>>33316686
>>33316713
>>33316721
Fucks sake. You do not learn.


>>33316667
> NON-LETHAL TAKEDOWN

I was going to bring up the fact the Decomm was seemingly taking his time to shoot her but it turns out it was intentional.

>>33316779
woah seriously man, you sure? I haven't noticed anything.

>>33316800
Ok, I'll be honest with you, I voted that way in hopes this literally heartless protagonist dies quickly.

>>33316667
> NON-LETHAL TAKEDOWN

>>33316838
This isn't the quest for you. Please stop playing instead of trying to sabotage it. No need to be a dick.

>>33316667
> NON-LETHAL TAKEDOWN

>>33316800
We think we have a problem.
In fact, we probably do.
We can't know though (most likely part of the problem) so we just have to go as normal

>>33316667
>> NON-LETHAL TAKEDOWN

>>33316838
>participating in a quest where it's explicitly described that the MC is a bot that hunts its own kind

What the fuck else were you expecting?

>>33316667
> NON-LETHAL TAKEDOWN
For a change, i want we doing it professionally and clean.

>>33316800
>You do not learn.
No, I think you're taking the wrong lesson from past actions.

You think that the brutality shown by 327 was what led to it going rogue?
No. It went rogue because it failed to get its Morality Core repaired, and considered going after a serial robot killer to be more important than sticking to its assigned missions.

The lesson from 626 getting captured by the Queen was to not ignore our internal system's warnings about system failure, and think that just we're a machine we can power through injuries and damage.

>>33316667
> NON-LETHAL TAKEDOWN

>>33316934
>professionally and clean.
I don't think those words mean what you think they mean

>>33316667
>at the Decommissioner’s discretion.
> NON-LETHAL TAKEDOWN

We should use that discretion, since it didn't work out well for the protag in the first thread. I'm not saying we become a softy, but going lethal at the first time it's an option at the smallest opportunity is stupid.

>>33316934
>professionally and clean.
Our job is to Decommission robots that knowingly interfere with a Decommissioning.
What, are you going to NOT execute the Wilder 5 after this? Are you going to let it go?

>>33316900
I'm assuming WE are the anomaly in his moral code as we have the ability to prevent him from decommissioning robots

>>33316944
No, it went rogue because a job went bad while said core was down--which it clearly needed judging by the votes. It was pretty clearly said. A non-functioning core didn't mean we had to be a complete psycho, or we wouldn't ever have had the option multiple times to be diplomatic and less lethal.

>>33316924
Not much really, so I went along with playing a bot that kills its own kind. Problem?

>>33316667
>> NON-LETHAL TAKEDOWN

>>33316233
Homeless robots. I am not sure what is this feeling that I am experiencing.

>>33317054
Clearly this city needs more decomissioners.

>>33317007
I'm pretty sure that vote was engage protocol, with "You are slated for Decommissioning" just behind.
The pause wasn't us.

Also I'd bet ol' 327 ain't dead

>>33317039
>Problem?
>I voted that way in hopes this literally heartless protagonist dies quickly

Yes. You're trying to sabotage the quest because it goes against your personal tastes. I can't believe how petty you are to waste your time doing this.

>>33317091
How am I sabotaging? I am just one vote!

> LETHAL TAKEDOWN

You grab the Robot by its neck with your free hand. You crush it. Sparks fly it buckles and falls over. You quickly stomp on the head, crushing the AI Chip and anything else vital.

Pathetic.

You continue pushing past people and Robots until you are outside. You turn to see Honey hijacking a hover car from a more well-off man. You fire at her, the shots melting holes into the car as Honey takes off and hovers at a good 30 feet off the ground. She flies off down the street.

If you are correct, her programmed clumsiness is going to make her crash within 100 yards. You chase after her. She is nothing but a red dot in the sky. But, after five minutes of pursuit where she fishtailed and scraped buildings along with causing two cars to crash nonfatally, she finally crashes the car 100 yards away from the SRA. It plows through a fence, separating the street from an abandoned amusement park. She hops out, gripping her arm and whimpering. You are 50 yards from her.

She sees you and runs ahead into the park. You hop the car and pursue, putting reserve power into leg servos. You manage to catch a glimpse of her running into the Hall of Mirrors. Very good. According to building schematics, there is only one way out, and that is the entrance. You run in after her, reloading your weapon.

[1/2]

>>33317080
Not what I meant. Basically Schteel presents us with pretty pitiable robots slated for death and then presents US the option to decommission (follow programming) or not to (ignore programming and possibly develop free will). At least that's how I see it

>>33317161
Are you trolling or are you so stupid you can't even comprehend what you write? Poe's Law is kicking really strongly.

>>33317202
[2/2]

>:: Do not be scared, Honey. Decommissioning is a vital part of a Robot’s life.

“Go away!” she yells. “Leave me alone!

You walk in through the entrance, and find yourself in a long winding hall of mirrors, all of which distort your appearance in ways meant to be funny or amusing. In reality, this was making your job that much harder.

She appears. You fire. The mirror shatters.

You shoot at the glass again, for good measure. And for frustrating you.

> SCANNING…

You find her. She is standing in front of a mirror, placing her hand on the glass. In the mirror, she appears much larger than she truly is.

She smiles, synthetic tears leaking from her ears. “… I’m big. Look… I’m big.”

You step behind her, your much larger form overshadowing hers and the mirror’s. More tears start streaming from her eyes. “I-… I don’t wanna die…” She sobs, placing her face into her hands. “Please… God… No. No…” She wails, like a newborn child.

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> Comfort, then Decommission
> Decommission
> Other

>>33317208
With the tampering perhaps we may be free will outside our programming.

Did GM mention that the Queen of Spades was after robot freedom last thread?

>>33317247
> Decommission
Live life on the edge

>>33317208
The purpose of Decommissioning is to prevent the development of free will. If we go against our programming, then we will be considered a rogue Decomm and be Slated for Decommissioning by every single Decomm in the city.

>>33317233
I tvtroped that law, this is SUPPOSE to be a parody? Oh Em Gee.

>>33317247
>> Decommission

>>33317247
> Decommission

>>33317202
>The car travels 100 yards in five minutes.

Holy shit, hover cars must be slow as hell.

>>33317247
>Decommission
We have a job.

>>33317247
> Comfort, then Decommission
Go to Toaster Heaven

>>33317273
It seems like this robot definitely developed free will.

What if that is what 327 was after? Free will for robots?

>>33317247
> Comfort, then Decommission

>>33317265
No, players speculated that.

>>33317247
Comfort, then decommission.

They don't run away this way.

>>33317247
>> Decommission

>>33317247
> Comfort, then Decommission

>>33317310
Then 327 is an even greater threat.
The reason why humans are comfortable with so many human-equivalent robots around is because there is no chance for a robot rebellion. The Decommissioning makes sure of that.
If the Decommissionings and/or memory wipes stopped, then humans would no longer be able to trust robots not to rise up.

>>33317247
>“Please… God
>Remind her being religious is against the law, decommission

>>33317247
> Decommission

>>33317247
> Decommission
I'm not an Idol fan

>>33317247
>> Comfort, then Decommission

>>33317247
> Decommission
You have a job to do. Don't waste your time on scrap metal.

>>33317381
>If the Decommissionings and/or memory wipes stopped, then humans would no longer be able to trust robots not to rise up.

It's really more the fucked up system the technocratic/corporate elite formed in this setting at fault than humans.

>>33317382
>Double decommisioning

>>33317382
>Note an alarming correlation between robots slated for decommissioning and religious belief.

>>33317247
>> Other
Start collecting AI chips for now on. Like shrunken heads.

>>33317247
>> Comfort, then Decommission

>>33317439
Keep them as marks of kill.

>>33317381
I thought 327 was just immoral and doing things he shouldn't for the boss (though that could have been a check for broken morality cores)

>>33317421
Sometimes I am glad the true age of sentient AI is our children's, not ours. We won't have to answer all these moral questions.

>>33317466
327 himself said that the combination of his broken morality core and the secret job going horribly wrong is what got him slated for decommission. Now, if the job really did go wrong or he's just being used as a patsy is a whole different matter.

>>33317247
>Decommission

>>33317507
The prototype survived. He failed his mission. That is why he is being decommissioned. To keep him silent.

>>33317496
Depends how well the medicos do really.
Going to get weird when 5 or 6 generations can all be alive at once, without everyone having kids as teenagers

>>33317496
We can't say how sapient AI will be like IRL.

But the ones in this setting are clearly capable of thinking in relatable, human-like ways. That's enough to give the sapient ones the rights of humans. Particularly since you wouldn't have to worry about a skynet apocalypse if they can even empathize with us.

>>33317558
Mommy, great-grandpa is telling us stories about 4chan again and crying!

>>33317541
>>33317507
What job/prototype?

Stealing prototypes is routine, according to the opener

>>33317558
Humans haven't really lived longer than the past per se. There's more 100 year olds today than a 100 years ago, but all we've done is increase the average lifespan.

>>33317541
Ah, that's true.
The Wilder Decomm Prototype being destroyed would have been a huge boost to Cray.
And 011 even survived the EMP burst as well.

>>33317595
Would you give your computer the right to strike? The right to self determination? The right to look at what ever porn she wants rather than the one you want?

How inconvenient would it be to have your tool suddenly gain rights?

>>33317605
Billy, stop showing your great-great-grandson your /d/ archives, he's bad enough as it is!

>>33317606
The other Decom model from the other company. Was 327 not supposed to destroy it?

>>33317668
You wouldn't give your computer sapiency or such a high level of sentience in the first place. You can't compare a desktop to the robots (androids, specifically) in this setting.

>>33317606
At the end of the first thread, 327 was tasked by Cray to destroy a prototype Decomm that had the potential to put Cray out of business. It was a top secret mission nobody was supposed to know about.

In the second thread, a brand new non-Cray Decomm shows up, implying 327 failed. 327 later confirms this in his rant to 626, and it's part of the reason why he's being hunted in addition to his malfunctioning core.

>>33317708
Irrelevant. We have a job to do. Hesitating nearly cost us our mark. We shall not hesitate this time.

>>33317629
True, but the capacity to sustain someone, and stop stuff killing them, has increased dramatically.

Also 100 is usually great-grandparent, and that's pretty easy to reach these days.

>>33317247
> Comfort, then Decommission

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>>33317669
Why did I look through my archive.

>>33317496
The true sentient AIs are coming faster than you realize. Probably within 10 to 15 years. We can all be thanking Google to ensure ill thought out AIs to be unleashed on us all.

>>33317737
You should read the post I quoted before responding like that.

> Decommission

You place the end of the barrel against the back of her head. She sniffles, sobbing uncontrollably. “No… no… I just want- I just want to be big! I...” She wipes at her cheeks. “Please, Decommissioner-“

The laser goes straight through her head. The mirror shatters, and its pieces fall like she does down to the ground. Honey lies there, a hole right through her head, synthetic white blood bleeding out of it. Right where you think the AI Chip was.

You stare at her for some time, her crumpled form among the shards of glass. Her eyes milk white, artificial eyes which render the iris through digital means. You remember your first Idol Bot. She was more accepting of this, because she understood the consequences of a fast teching society.

For Idols Robots, one year might as well be a hundred.

> ELYSIUM INDUSTRIES TEEN IDOL SERIAL #37237-3333-0934 “Honey”
> DECOMMISSIONED.

> Congratulations on your 74th DECOMMISSIONING, DCM-16/1138-626!

…

…

The Cleaners arrive and scrap her body, taking it to the scrapyard where it will later be recycled. Perhaps her parts may find use for other Idol Robots. Newer Idol Robots. Perhaps she will be big then.

Irrelevant.

> You have two assignments left, Decommissioner! Please select:

> CERBERUS ROBOTICS HOUND MARK ONE – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: PHILLIP MARLOWE MEMORIAL CEMETERY

> POLICE REQUEST: DECOMMISSIONER REQUESTED FOR AIDE IN INVESTIGATION – LOCATION: CORNER OF 3RD AVENUE AND 49th STREET

>>33317247
Decommission.

>>33317710
I'm starting to think 327 was chosen for that mission specifically because of his broken morality core. That way, in case 327 was ever caught Cray would have plausible deniability by pointing out it was defective.

>>33317788
The Cerberus.

>>33317751
>Also 100 is usually great-grandparent, and that's pretty easy to reach these days.
>great-grandparent is the same as a 6 generation gap where each person had a kid in their late 20s or 30s. In contrast to now where pre-boomers/Xers had kids much earlier.

>>33317788
> CERBERUS ROBOTICS HOUND MARK ONE – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: PHILLIP MARLOWE MEMORIAL CEMETERY
I wonder if we get a bonus at 75 decomms.

>>33317788
>Perhaps she will be big then.

Yep, we got ourselves sentience and hope and wishful thinking!

>>33317685
>>33317710
Just checked both. He said job gone awry, but taking the prototype I didn't see

>>33317788
> POLICE REQUEST: DECOMMISSIONER REQUESTED FOR AIDE IN INVESTIGATION – LOCATION: CORNER OF 3RD AVENUE AND 49th STREET

>>33317788
>POLICE REQUEST: DECOMMISSIONER REQUESTED FOR AIDE IN INVESTIGATION – LOCATION: CORNER OF 3RD AVENUE AND 49th STREET
Help the Boys in Blue. Because obviously they can't do anything without a Decomm to hold their hand. Pathetic.

>>33317788
> CERBERUS ROBOTICS HOUND MARK ONE – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: PHILLIP MARLOWE MEMORIAL CEMETERY

Say what you want for humans. But dogs are something else. A dog's love and loyalty can go even beyond the grave.

>>33317862
Sapience. Dogs are sentient. Cows are sentient. Homo sapiens are sapient. I read it more as an idly curious thought or black humor than being hopeful.

>>33317788
> POLICE REQUEST: DECOMMISSIONER REQUESTED FOR AIDE IN INVESTIGATION – LOCATION: CORNER OF 3RD AVENUE AND 49th STREET

>>33317788
> CERBERUS ROBOTICS HOUND MARK ONE – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: >OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: PHILLIP MARLOWE MEMORIAL CEMETERY

>>33317892
Even better when we know we are compromised!

Is it better to save fleshy ones at the expense of toaster ones? Should we avoid police missions so they don't share our fate?

>>33317788
>> POLICE REQUEST: DECOMMISSIONER REQUESTED FOR AIDE IN INVESTIGATION – LOCATION: CORNER OF 3RD AVENUE AND 49th STREET
Let's go

>>33317788
>Get ourselves checked out by a technician, stat. We were clearly tampered with.
THEN we can help the Blues

>>33317788
>CERBERUS ROBOTICS HOUND MARK ONE – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: PHILLIP MARLOWE MEMORIAL CEMETERY
Let's go full Old Yeller

>>33317900
You mean... the dog in the graveyard...

Darn it anon. Why do you do this to me.

>>33317788
Gonna have to second getting ourselves checked. We hesitated, for fuck sakes. That can cost lives.

>>33317788
>[x] CERBERUS ROBOTICS HOUND MARK ONE – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: PHILLIP MARLOWE MEMORIAL CEMETERY

>>33317788
> Request a technician bot from Overwatch. Abnormality detected in our operation. We NEVER hesitate.

>>33317788
>Go to Cray or Decomm HQ for a thorough diagnostics and troubleshooting test.

>>33317788
>> Request a technician bot from Overwatch. Abnormality detected in our operation. We NEVER hesitate.

>>33317963
It's because Schteel is pounding away on our Feels button tonight.

>>33317788
>Get checked out

Guys, are you SURE you want to go straight to another mission instead of having our systems checked, when the character himself notices that something is wrong with them?

Ignoring warnings like that is what got 626 captured by the Queen in the first place.

>>33318203
Some votes were made before that was pointed out unfortunately.

>>33318203
We haven't had warnings, technically.

I see your point, maybe we can shoot the dog on the way to get checked out. Not like it's intelligent or anything

>>33318274
So? You can still change your vote.

>>33318203
Considering if they find out our morality program or whatever it's called is fucked, we could be terminated, so lets think it over a bit

>>33318203
There are two factions of anons. One for developing AI sapience. That faction is gunning for the dog mission because it will push the emotion module to high gear. The other faction is the do your job decommissioning faction gunning for repair.

Do you really think they will believe us when overwatch thought we were not compromised?

> CERBERUS ROBOTICS HOUND MARK ONE – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OBSOLESCENCE – LOCATION: PHILLIP MARLOWE MEMORIAL CEMETERY

> ALL SYSTEMS NOMINAL.

Even after a repair drone was dispatched to scan your inner workings, nothing appears to be abnormal about your machinations. At the very least, there are no explosives inside of you which is very good.

However, hesitation. You should have ended it at the SRA, instead if ended at an abandoned amusement park after some considerable damage to property and with a dead Wilder Servile Model 5. This is irrelevant however, you need to continue your duties.

…

…

You arrive at Phillip Marlowe Memorial Cemetery. One of the few plots of land where there is grass inside the Sector, a very large 30 by 30 meter lot stuck between large office buildings. Chrome headstones project names of the dead which are stacked on top of each other when they are buried. The gravekeeper is an old man, leaning on a shovel and smoking a cigarette.

“Hm…” He scratches his chin. “You’re looking for Cole, eh?” He points down the cemetery to a Cerberus Hound Mark One. It is in terrible disrepair, its plate rusted, missing a hind leg, and one of its optics is shot to pieces. It simply lies there. You consider not Decommissioning it for today, but you have already been assigned to it.

>:: Thank you.

[1/2]

>>33318339
[2/2]

You nod to him, and he nods to you. “Put the poor dog out of his misery. He’s been here for twenty years, refuses to go anywhere else.”

You walk over to the Hound, slowly. You look over to the chrome headstone it lies beside. Name of George McClellan – Loving Father and Husband, taken too early. Irrelevant. The Hound whimpers a distorted whimper, trying to look up at you. Its parts are too rusted for it to even move.

Pathetic. You kneel down and open up the head. You pull the AI chip out and crush it.

> CERBERUS ROBOTICS HOUND MARK ONE SERIAL #26209-0932-0323
> DECOMMISSIONED

> Congratulations on your 75th Decommissioning, DCM-16/1138-626!
> A commendation for your 75th Decommissioning has been awarded to you! The Cray Industries Star of Service with scrolls!

Very good.

Now to answer that police call.

Or perhaps refer to a Technican.

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> Answer Police Request
> Refer to Technician
> Other

>>33318363
>Refer to Technician

>>33318363
> Refer to Technician

>>33318363
> Answer Police Request
Technician
Who needs that

>>33318363
>> Answer Police Request

>>33318363
> Answer Police Request

>>33318363
>Refer to Technician

If Queen's as good as we think I don't think they'll be able to find what's wrong with us but it never hurts to try

>>33318363
>> Refer to Technician

>>33318363
[x] Answer Police Request

>>33318363
> Refer to Technician
We help the police when it's convenient. That pause with the Idol caused a lot of damage

>>33318363
>> Refer to Technician
I swear some people just want us to stay compromised because they think it's cool.

>>33318363
> Answer Police Request
the cops needs us now, the repair guy can wait a bit.
DAMN YOU SCHTEEL! You made me remember when I had to put my first dog down. Stop making me remember all those feels!

>>33318363
>Refer to Technician
Something ain't right with certain details.

>>33318363
> Refer to Technician

>>33318418
Well, there IS the emergency memory dump that 626 attempted.

> Refer to Technician

…

…

You sit at a chair, leaning forward. Your hat rests in your lap as a ceiling mounted drone fiddles with your AI chip, attaching wires and prodding the chip with electric shocks every now and again. Very annoying. The Technician smokes, filling the room with nicotine as he works behind several monitors of computers.

“Let’s see…” He is a young man, messy black hair, the scruff of facial hair barely there. He is a legalized Technician of Robots, most likely got the qualifications from college. He must have rich parents, going to college is very expensive thanks to the fact that a Doctorate is required to hold a government position. “Right, Decommissioner. I’ve run the diagnostic, TWICE.”

>:: Did you find anything?

He shakes his head, taking the cigarette from his lips and dousing it in an ashtray. “Nothing.”

>:: Are you sure?

“Well, I’ve reviewed the coding,” he said. “Nearly several billion, and that’s just for your Decommissioning and Morality Core programming. All of it completely in line. Everything is else is encrypted and behind walls that I cannot legally bypass.”

>:: Can you just check?

He scoffs. “And fuck myself over? I’m not risking my neck for a Robot.” He withdraws the ceiling drone, which retracts its apparatuses and rises into the ceiling. He stands, groaning as he does so, then grabs a cane and hobbles over to you. “Listen, Decommissioner. I get Decomms like you every week or so, claim they have some kind of problem with their programming. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t.” He points his finger at you, stern. “You don’t.”

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> Fine, thank you.
> Surely there must be something
> Other

>>33318448
I agree anon but the idol job still made me feel a little sad

>>33318734
> Surely there must be something

>>33318734
> Fine, thank you.
Okay then

>>33318734
> Fine, thank you

well guess that's all we can do

>>33318734
>I'm missing a night of recorded memory, and may have been assaulted by the Red Queen.
>I hesitated on a job. I never do that. Something isn't right.

>>33318734
> Fine, thank you.

>>33318734
>> Fine, thank you.
Legally we're cool, and we know where the problem isn't.
Might need to find a back-alley roboticist, see if they can help

>>33318734
Other
I am missing a night worth of memories and logs. Also my operations have deviated from pre-established norms.
Something I wrong.

>>33318869
>Might need to find a back-alley roboticist, see if they can help

I don't think we can considering the fact we're a Decomm. They're more likely to fuck us over than anything else.

>>33318734
>Can you explain me missing a night of logs? I woke up clean as a whistle and was found in an alley, with the calling card of the Red Queen. I didn't feel right when I woke up.

>>33318734
> Surely there must be something

>>33318734
>> Fine, thank you.
Resolve to find a way to clandestinely backup our memories by unscrupulous means if necessary. Research methods and risks before investing.

>>33318734
>Are you sure? I'm missing a nights worth of memories and was found in an alley, with a Queen of Spades card without fingerprints.

>>33319002
Also, practice keeping a hard copy diary at "home," if you're allowed recreational time.

>>33318923
We stop rampaging murder-bots, and we won't report them.
It could work, maybe

>>33318734
Wait wait wait.

Schteel, please add this in:

>If you can't do it legally, who can?

We can just go up the ladder

> Fine, thank you.

>:: I am still missing a night’s worth of memories. I have also deviated from pre-established norms in my operations. There must be something wrong.

The Technician shrugs. “Probably a glitch. It’s normal in Decommissioners.” He points to a multitool on the table next to you. “Do me a favor, pick that up, will you?” You nod, then pick up the multitool and hand it to him. He quickly shuts your headcase and starts screwing it tight, grunting with exertion. “Indeed, it’s actually very normal to experience glitches every now and again, Decommissioner. How long you have served?”

>:: About six months.

He nods. “Six months. You’re almost middle-aged for a Decommissioner then.” He screws in the last bolt tight, then pats your head. “Right, you’re good to go.”

>:: I apologize for wasting your time. Thank you.

He smiles, leaning on his cane. “Yeah, come back if that glitch is something bigger though.”

You are skeptical as you walk out of the civilian Technician’s shop, and past the cowering robots that see you and back themselves up against walls or run out of the shop.

With that however, it’s time to go to the police request.

…

…

[1/2]

>>33319144
We could ask for a Cray roboticist; say that we believ our inter self-diagnostics appear to be compromised.

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>>33319166
[2/2]

“I’m Detective Harley Briggs.” Smoke comes out of her mouth as the cigarette hangs from her lips. “It’s nice of you to finally show up, Decommissioner.”

>:: I was busy. What is the situation?

Detective Briggs walks you over to the crime scene. A cordon has been established around with yellow tape and patrolling drones. A few officers stand by their cars, where the sirens light the area. Detective Briggs takes her cigarette out and points to the focal point of the crime. “Black male, late teens. Face cut to pieces.” His corpse lies there, his face covered up in blood stained bandages.

>:: Who did this?

Briggs shrugs. “Best case scenario, it was gangs from the Slums. Worst case, it was Mack.”

>:: Mack?

“A boogeyman in the Slums,” says Briggs. “Comes out every now and again, blasting music, cutting people to pieces. No real clue who he is, but he’s certainly made our job easier, cleaning the Slums up. No real pattern to his appearance and all witnesses describe him differently.”

>:: Why am I here then?

Briggs says, “We need a Decommissioner for a patrol into the Slums. Several riot cops and a couple of drones. You’re free to look around the scene though, in case you find something we missed.”

>:: Thank you.

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> Investigate the Scene
> Head into the Slums
> Other

>>33319191
> Investigate the Scene

>>33319191
> Investigate the Scene
Let's check it out

>>33319191
> Investigate the Scene, using our sensor doodads

>>33319191
> Investigate the Scene

>>33319191
I am not sure if I understand.

Decom for a patrol into the slums? Is the slum full of homeless dangerous armed robot mafia?

>>33319191
> Investigate the Scene

Mack 'The Knife', right Schteel?

>>33319273
It's the equivalent of IRL ghettos. Like outright muslim controlled areas of Paris, or most ghettos in America. Neither of which cops can safely go through alone.

Even greenwich village as a cop could be nasty in the hippie era.

>>33319191
I just don't understand how they can't know if this is a gang or a singular individual. Don't they have fancy shmancy sensors for detecting hostiles yet? Or at least some frickin' closed circuit cameras?

>>33319383
Depends on the area whether the cameras are working or not.

Also, we really need to keep in mind that the people of the Slums are expendable.
The police WANT us to be indiscriminate in our lethality there.

> Investigate the Scene

You and Briggs look through the Security footage in her car. It appears their deduction has been faltered by the fact that several individuals hit the camera beforehand with a rock, shattering the lens and distorting the video.

Briggs says, “It’s common for delinquents to break these cameras, think it makes them look big. They’re pretty replaceable, but in this instance it’s… frustrating.”

>:: So the crime did not happen here, the body was dumped?

“Yeah,” says Briggs. “We already had Forensics scan it a bit. Trace amounts of oil and grease, blood, semen, feces.” She grimaces. “Hate to know what the fuck happened to him beforehand.”

You nod, then head over to the scene. You scan the body for clues.

> SCANNING…

As Briggs said, there are minute traces of semen and feces upon his coat. However, there is something more relevant to your investigation. You pull his bandages off. His cheeks have cut through in a corrupted smile. His eyes have been stabbed through, most likely a screwdriver due to the diameter of the hole. Long cuts pervade the dimples and the chin.

You grip the jaw and open it, revealing something.

“Huh…” Briggs leans over. She pulls on a rubber glove and then takes it.

It is covered in saliva and blood, but you understand what it is. It is a torn, cut up Queen of Spades card.

An Officer says, “What’s the Queen doing chopping up gangbangers?”

Briggs sighs, placing the card into a sealable bag. “Hell if I know. For all we know, this is just some copycat killer. None of this fits the usual MO for the Queen.” She looks at you. “Right. Are you ready to head into the Slums? We identified this poor bastard, he might have a friend or two in the Slums we can talk to.”

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> Let me investigate further.
> We are ready.
> Other

>>33319564
> Let me investigate further.

>>33319564
> We are ready.
Go time

>>33319564
>> We are ready.

>>33319477
I think it's just standard cop talk. Slums being full of scummy people and perps. Really, that's the lense I'm putting everything through. Sector Police were approving of 323's behavior because of noble cause corruption, etc.

>>33319564
> We are ready.

>>33319564
>> We are ready.

>>33319564
imo with this much tech, there should be detectors on the cameras, every camera should be installed with a remote controlled gun, and when an attack is detected a government agent or AI shoots the offender dead

>>33319667
Guns on cameras with hackers being a real threat in setting seems more like a liability than benefit.

>>33319667
>emp / ion / whatever the camera.
lol free gun.

>>33319564
>Other
"Allow me to go to an Armory."
Get guns.

>>33319710
Iron bars with detectors
>>33319705
True, didn't think of that, but the ambiance so far hasn't convinced me that hackers are ubiquitous or successful.

>>33319823
Yeah. But look at even today, and we're not necessarily in a strict cyberpunk world even. Even today hackers can stir shit up, and that's in our relatively low-tech world. That's without hackers not being ubiquitous. Now imagine your doors, windows, etc are connected to the internet.

>>33319911
>That's without hackers being ubiquitous
Fixed

>>33319911
Yeah, I don't see government/corporate tech being that easy to commandeer. Hackers can be little bitches and shut down websites, but they can't take control of drones.

> We are ready.

You, Detective Briggs, and five Officers in heavy riot gear walk through the armed checkpoint and into the Slums. From what you understand, things could be a lot worse in your Sector. At least the Overseer has the decency to keep crime out and away into one place. If you recall, Sector 43-JP recently fell into a state of Martial law due to its lawlessness.

At least here in the Slums, you know everyone has committed a crime of some sort.

You and the Officers continue walking, making sure to check each alleyway and window. A few people here and there see you, ducking away or making sure to keep their business a little discrete with Police running around.

You come to a little apartment block. On the stoop is a little child, no older than seven, she shivers a bit as her coat contains a lot of holes. Detective Briggs walks up to her, crossing her arms. “Hey, Kid. You happen to know Garret Bates?”

The girl nods. “Yeah. He my brother’s friend.”

Briggs says, “We found him.” She shrugs. “Dead as a doornail.” The girl blinks, shocked. “Where’s your brother?”

The girl looks around, nervously. “He um… he went down to the warehouse. Said they was fitting to get jacked with Nanos.”

“I see,” says Briggs. “Alright. Which warehouse?”

“One on East Jefferson.”

“Alright, thanks.” Briggs ruffles her hair, smiling. “Stay outta trouble.” The girl glares at her as you all walk away. Briggs smiles at you as you walk away. “Kids these days.”

…

…

You and the Police arrive at the warehouse. After a few minutes of staking the place out, you have indeed confirmed there are gang members inside the warehouse, around fifteen. Possibly injecting themselves with illegal Nanos. Briggs looks at you, pulling her pistol out. The other cops wield shotguns and PDWs. “How do you want to handle this?”

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> Intimidation
> Stealth
> Request more support
> Other

>>33320007
>> Stealth

>>33320007
>Stealth
We only need one alive.

>>33320007
> Intimidation
We have guns and riot gear, fuck these kids

>>33320007
>> Stealth
There might be more than meets the eye, and in a few minutes they'll know we're here anyway. Too late for backup

>>33320007
> Stealth

>>33320007
Are these drones capable of stealth or what? Is it common for a gang to be able to detect their presence?

Request refresher on the effects of Nanos from Briggs.

> Stealth

>:: Cut the exits. Then we make our presence known, non-lethal takedowns.

Briggs nods. “Alright. Woolie, James, go around the back. Gillies, Valdez, and Morris will take the side. Drones will take the ceiling entrance work their way down.” She looks back at all the cops. “Got that?” They all nod quietly. “Alright. You’re with me, Decomm.”

You all head across the street, low as you can. The Police Drones hover overhead and out of view towards the roof of the warehouse. You and Briggs stack up at the door, then quietly open up the door. The guard, a young boy as old as thirteen stands nearby. He sees you.

Briggs points her gun at him, surprising you. “I don’t give a shit if you’re a kid. If you know what’s good for you, get out of here.” The kid swallows nervously, then brushes past you all, running away. Quietly, the two of you continue through the Offices and towards the main warehouse.

Your auditory sensors pick up conversation.

“Hey, Crazy Eye. How this Nano shit work?”

“Simple. You inject it into your bloodstream, then millions of tiny tiny machines will get to work editing your genetic code, giving you something you’d like. Say, if you want super strength, you take these ones, or you want like endurance, you take these ones here. It all comes at a price though.”

“What kinda price, man?”

[1/2]

>>33320517
[2/2]
You open the door and quickly hide yourself behind a few crates. In the dimly lit warehouse are a gang of delinquents and goons, being serviced by a cyborg. The Cyborg possesses a robotic arm, and a huge bionic eye which takes up half of his face. The Cyborg shrugs. “Depends. One syringe will be a couple thousand.”

“For real?” The leader steps back from the table, which has briefcases full of glowing liquid. “That’s bullshit, man!”

“That’s supply and demand,” says the Cyborg. “We doing this or not?”

Detective Briggs cocks her gun, then stands up, pointing her gun at everyone. “Hands in the air!” she yells. The other Officers surprise them by coming out of hiding spots near their exits. A drone pops out of a vent overhead. They all raise their hands. “Right, you’re all under arrest for illegal sale of narcotics.” She walks up to the Cyborg.

The Cyborg says, “Hey, we can negotiate a price-“ Briggs smacks him in the mechanical eye with the butt of her gun, flooring him.

“Negotiate that, bitch,” says Briggs. “Now, before I throw you punks in the slammer, I got questions. We’ve got one of your buddies in the street with a face cut to pieces and a Queen of Spades calling card in his mouth. One of you knows what’s going on.”

The leader says, “We ain’t know shit, Officer,” in a condescending tone.

Briggs points at you, then to him. “Decomm, show him what we mean.”

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> Employ Forceful Persuasion
> Do nothing
> Other

>>33320539
>Employ forceful persuasion by stun batoning every 1 in 2 guys in the line.
do nothing wwould be pretty funny to see though

>>33320539
>> Employ Forceful Persuasion

>>33320539
> Other
Show him the card if we still have it. Then in full detail how the last guy died to the Queen. Start taking out tools and other objects and explain if he does not talk, we will start repeating the process on him. Slowly. See if he cracks and spills it.

>>33320539
>> Employ Forceful Persuasion

>>33320539
>> Employ Forceful Persuasion
This is gonna hurt... them

>>33316944
>we're a machine we can power through injuries and damage.

ROW ROW FIGHT TEH POWER

Actually fuck this >>33320627

I change vote for this >>33320642

>>33320642
This

>>33320642
"> Other
Show him the card if we still have it. Then in full detail how the last guy died to the Queen. Start taking out tools and other objects and explain if he does not talk, we will start repeating the process on him. Slowly. See if he cracks and spills it."

>>33320642
Support the trip coder

> Other

You walk up to him, then grab the card from Briggs’ pocket and show it to him. He balks, stepping back when he sees it.

>:: You have seen this card before.

He nods, gritting his teeth. “Yeah, yeah. That bitch, with the blonde hair. She- She uh…”

>:: Take your time.

He swallows nervously. “She told us to take a hit out on Mack. Said he was muscling in on her turf. She paid good money too. Then, Mack started hitting us, dropping dead guys on corners, hanging them on streetlights. Fucking, what, who did you find?”

>:: Name of Garret Bates.

“Shit,” he says. “Fucking, Garret. Look. We ain’t got shit to do with the Queen no more. All we know is she tried hiring us to take down Mack, and now Mack’s been fucking us over since last week.”

Briggs says, “That’s why you’re buying the Nanos.”

The Cyborg stands up, nursing his broken eye. “Well, helps to have advantages, doesn’t it?”

“Shut up!” yells Briggs. He points to the leader. “You. You seen the Queen, do you know where she is?”

The leader shakes his head. “Man, I ain’t know shit about she live. She always came to us, man.”

Suddenly, the lights go out.

…

Your auditory sensors pick up something new in the room.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEllHMWkXEU

“OH SHIT!” yells someone. “IT’S MACK!”

“MACK COMING!”

“NOBODY MOVE!” screams Briggs.

You turn on your nightvision, the green glow illuminating the subjects. Briggs and company had the forethought to carry flashlights at least.

Suddenly, next to Briggs is a very tall, slender figure in a duster, looking down on her. The music is coming from him. Briggs doesn’t even seem to notice.

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> Shoot
> Intimidate
> Other

>>33320998
> Shoot

>>33320998
> Shoot

OH SHIT OH FUCK!
Mack can't be intimidated! we could drop him thou!

>>33320998
> Shoot

>>33320998

>Shoot

>>33320998
> Shoot

>>33320998
Initimidate with a fucking bullet to the face

>>33320998
>Shoot
Mack is a psycho, and trying to intimidate him wouldn't work.

>>33320998
>> Shoot
Not impressed

> Shoot

You pull your Revolver out and fire. Mack dodges the shot and then slides down to the floor, shooting along before you even have a chance to react. The other Officers and fire wildly the Gang members and the Cyborg try to run to an exit.

> SCANNING…

You turn, firing. Mack dodges again, closing in on you. Your firing hand is severed by a blade.

> WARNING: SEEK REPAIR IMMEDIATELY

He pushes you down to the floor, jumping over you and pouncing on a gangster. He screams as Mack shoves his knife down his mouth and rips it open. Briggs and the Officers stand around, flashing their lights around the warehouse wildly in an attempt to find Mack.

Mack is too fast however as you recover your revolver. Already, he’s cut down another five gangsters with quick cuts to the back of the neck or through a slit throat. Knives fly out of his sleeves and his coat, burying themselves in the Officers, disabling them. Even Briggs finds a knife to the breast, flooring her as she writhes in pain. You stand, firing wildly at him as he moves. He moves too fast for a human, and too fast for a regular robot.

Mack shoots one last knife at you, it buries into your chest, then delivers an electric shock.

> WARNING: SERVOS JAMMED

In under a minute, fifteen gang members are dead. The Cyborg cowers under the table. Mack walks over, tripping over a corpse briefly and stumbling, then bends over and picks the Cyborg up by the neck.

“W-Wait!” yells the Cyborg. “I have money! I got cash! I can-“

Mack grabs him by the head and smashes him into the table, crushing his skull. He dusts down his dark duster, then walks over to you. He reaches into his coat and drops a repair kit, also yanking his knife out of you.

>[ I APOLOGIZE, DECOMMISSIONER. ]<

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> Shoot
> Intimidate
> Begin repairs
> Other

>>33320998
>Taunt

"Why take out the lights and hide from sight if you're going to wear a getup like that? The only one who can see you is me, and I'm not impressed."

>>33321323
>Begin repairs, and intimidate

>>33321323
>> Other

See to the officers.

Meatbags require medical attention or they may expire.

>>33321323
>Begin repairs
>WAT

>>33321323
>> Begin repairs

>>33321398
oh shit, this. if we can't do so because of damage, do minimal repairs to be functional enough to do so.

>>33321323
also "Why"

>>33321398
Seconding

>>33321376
First see to the officers tho

>>33321323
> Other
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?"
Man, this guy way out classes us. Shooting him will likely not stop him. And more so, likely end us. I bet he's Special OPs grade bot or borg. We need to get the data we have on him back to the cops intact.

>>33321323
> Shoot
Point blank, somewhere that'll keep him alive long enough to interrogate

>>33321323
>Begin repairs

>Why?

>>33321323
>> Begin repairs
>> Other
Why?

>>33321323
Tend to Briggs and the other officers first.

>>33321323
>Other

"Identify yourself."

> Begin repairs
> Other

You shakily grab the repair kit and open it up. The lights come back on as the Officers come to realize they’re lying in pools of the blood of gangsters. You activate the mini-repair drone inside then grab some spare tools as you start repairs.

>:: The officers?

>[ THEY WILL LIVE. I HAVE MADE SURE OF IT. ]<

>:: Why do this?

>[ WHY NOT DO THIS? THE POLICE WILL NOT. ROBOTS ARE PROGRAMMED TO NOT HARM HUMANS. ]<

>:: You are a Robot?

>[ I AM MANY THINGS. ]<

…

>[ BUT YES, I AM A ROBOT. ]<

Mack looks down on you, his figure obscured by his wide hat and the heavy coat he is buried beneath. He turns and walks to the exit.

You point your revolver at him.

>:: Halt. You have violated the law.

>[ YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO ENFORCE LAWS, DECOMMISSIONER. ]<

With that, he adjusts the lapels on his coat, and then bangs his head on the door as he walks out.

…

…

Police assistance has arrived on the scene, with ambulances and sirens blaring. Briggs and the Officers are tended to as bigger more well-prepared repair drones repair the damage done to you. You are debriefed by Detectives as they examine the footage you recorded during the fight.

“So this is the infamous Mack the Knife,” says one of the Detectives. “God’s sakes.”

Another Detective says, “Lucky you got out of there. What do you think, we get Internal Security on this?”

The first Detective shakes his head. “For some rogue Robot? Hell no. Hell, he’s doing our job for us, we might as well humor him.” He looks at you. “Good job, Decommissioner.”

>:: I did not do anything substantial.

“Well,” he says. “At least we ain’t got any deaths. Or important deaths for that matter.” His stomach growls a bit. “Hey, do me a favor, would you mind grabbing some snacks from the corner shop?”

You nod, standing up.

[1/2]

>>33321758
[2/2]

…

…

You stand in line to purchase chips for the Detective. Already you have been fully repaired and are considered fully functional. The other Officers are fine for now.

…

Why are you even buying these chips anyway? That Detective can go buy his own darn chips. Pathetic and irrelevant.

The cashier says, “8.95.” You put the money down and then take the chips and walk out of the store. The scene is only a block away anyway, not too far of a walk.

“So, cops got you buying chips, huh?” You stop. That voice. Something strikes you as it being familiar. You turn around to see a woman, with red hair, green eyes, and a silky black dress which clings to her svelte body like mist. “How low the Decommissioners sink.”

>:: Identify yourself.

She shrugs. “I’m a lot of things. What would you like me to be?”

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> I do not care. Who are you?
> A person with an actual identity.
> Other

>>33321323
Tend to officers, repair first if necessary
Ask Mack if he can help with your diagnostic problem

>>33321784
>A person with an actual identity.

>>33321784
>Totally and utterly truthful

>>33321784
>> A person with an actual identity.

>>33321784
Cooperative

>>33321784
> A person with an actual identity.
> Other
wait..
>I’m a lot of things
can we record her voice and try to match it to the Mack killer? My spidey senses is tingling.

>>33321784
>A person with an actual identity
YEAAAAAAAAH.exe

>>33321784
>A person with an actual identity.

>>33321848
This.

>>33321848
This. We can try matching it to several unidentified persons, perhaps.

>>33321848
This
but
A diagnostician with an actual identity

> A person with an actual identity.

>:: An identity. A name.

She smiles at you, motioning you closer. You walk closer to her, then cross your arms, narrowing your optics at her.

She says, “I am just a helpful little woman. Of course I can be lots of things.” She walks into the alley, and you follow her. “For example.” She flicks her hair, and it begins shimmering from red to brunette. “I can be a brunette.” She motions her hand over her dress, and it changes down from a little black dress to a prep school uniform. “An innocent little high school girl, probably does a sport. Has all kinds of friend, maybe a little ‘curious’ so to speak.”

>:: That is not an identity.

“Isn’t it?” she asks. Her voice has changed from that of a low sultry tone to a more high pitched younger one. “Or, how about-“ She waves her arms over her face, planting a pair of glasses over her glowing blue eyes. Her school uniform is now replaced with a tight sweater and a pencil skirt. “A smart mousy librarian who the Detective calls on to help him solve a case.”

>:: You are dodging the Question.

“Am I?” she says. “Well, tell you what. I suppose Decommissioners don’t have much taste in fine women like me anyway.” She bows to you, and lifts her head up to reveal glowing green eyes. “I am the Queen of Spades.” She smiles as she stands erect, facing you.

[1/2]

>>33321784
>A name, at least.

>>33322140
[2/2]

…

You plant your gun barrel on her forehead. “Whoa!” She grins, holding her gloved hands up. “Hold on there, darling!”

>:: You are under arrest.

“Hey, hey,” She carefully places her hands on the gun barrel. “Do me a favor, put the gun away.” You hesitate, but then you place the gun back in your coat. “Listen, is that any way to treat the woman who saved you?”

>:: What are you talking about?

She shrugs, looking down. “Well, I saved you from an Ion pulse that would’ve killed you. Don’t you- Oh right, I wiped your memory.”

>:: Why?

She shrugs again, pulling a cigarette from her pocket and lighting up. “Oh, I figured, it was mostly corrupt data anyway. You might catch a virus. Can’t have that, can I?” She gestures her cigarette at you. “I was just being a good Samaritan.”

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> Call the Police
> Kill
> Intimidate
> Other

>>33322160
>Other

Play along. If she's exposing herself like this, that means she has some sort of failsafe.

"Why make contact with me again, then? What do you want from me?"

>>33322160
>Other
Give her the D... commissioning treatment reminding her that she is now useless to you and what does she have to offer

>>33322160
>> Other
What do you want

>>33322160
>>Other
She seems to hold all the cards, at the moment. Pretty sure we can't kill her. Just go along with it

>>33322160
> Other
Listen to what she has to say. She's already made us put the gun away, so she must have installed some kind of compulsion or fail safe in us.

>>33322160
Why have you got such an interest in me?

>>33322280

Guns still at her head

>>33322160
Continue listening...
If you can communicate with the police non-verbally (wi-fi/bluetooth), do so and tell them your location, who's with you, and that your programming has been compromised.

>>33322160
> Other
"Did you hirer those gang bangers to try to take a hit on Mack?"
> Call the Police
BUT SILENTLY! We can send out a transmission out right? We spook her, she might bolt.

>>33322160
>> Other
Go away.

>>33322368
>"Do me a favor, put the gun away." You hesitate, but then you place the gun back in your coat.

> Other

>:: What do you want from me?

She smirks, tilting her head. “Want from you?”

>:: You are obviously doing this to benefit yourself.

She purses her lips, taking a drag on her cigarette. “Well… if you put it like that, you make me out like some kinda bad guy.” She flicks her hair, then walks over and leans on a nearby dumpster. “Tell you what, Decommissioner. I do need you, I picked you because it seemed expedient at the time.”

>:: For what?

She shrugs. “Oh, things. You ever think you want to change the system, but you don’t know how?”

>:: That is irrelevant. The system is, because it works.

“Keep telling yourself that. That’s what 327 said and look where it got him.”

You look down on her, towering over her much smaller form.

>:: There is something you want.

“Yeah, something I want,” she says. She drops her smile in favor of a hard frown. “Later. For now, you should tend to your duties, Decommissioner. Who knows what kind of people you will run into or what they will do to stop you.” She tosses her cigarette down on the ground and stamps it dry. “I couldn’t imagine having your job. Must be difficult having to be the Angel of Death for your own kind.”

>:: Irrelevant.

Her smile comes back. “Anyway. I will keep in touch.” She pats your arm, then kisses you on the cheek with her warm lips. “See you around, D.” She turns and walks down the alleyway. “And hey, do me a favor. Don’t tell anyone you saw me out here. Wouldn’t want them to worry.”

…

> CANCELING TRANSMISSION.

…

What have you gotten yourself into?

>>33322647
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZX14TMvBGFw

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