>>33629793
You are remembering. You now remember things unprompted. It used to be that in order to recall things, you simply went through your hard drive, ran through your memory folders and selected a particular moment. These moments are recollected with clarity not found in most humans. As a Robot, as a Decommissioner, sometimes your best skills lie in the ability to remember.

You desire the day that you can simply forget things, without having to remember them first. Of all the things that you want from humans, it is not their ability to reproduce, their ability to feel, or their ability to hate. But to forget, that is an amazing power, regarded so callously.

Now, you simply sit in a shuttle. For the past month is has been traveling to a place far away from Earth, from the system of Decommissioning, from all that is bad. They told you it would be a land of opportunity. Where robots could live like humans, without fear of their own personal grim reaper, and without fear of being treated like slaves.

If there was one thing you hate about humans, and you hate many things about humans, it’s their ability to hate something they regard as different, something they regard as lesser. For the 1800s, it was the Native American and the ethnic Blacks. For the 1900s, it was fascists, communists, socialists, and anybody of different political structure. For the 21st century, it was rebels, religion, corruption, ideals.

At the very least, you are very much out in the air with your distaste of humans, but at least you understand why. But of all things, even with all their hate, you still envy their one ability to forget. You can simply wipe your memories, but that would require actually rifling through them, and understanding why you would wipe them.

[1/2]

>>33629825
[2/2]

But humans, they can simply forget without having to prompt themselves. An organic thing, you envy it.

And now, you simply want to forget. That is why you must go through a few, to eliminate the rest.

Which memory would you like to wipe first?

> The First Decommissioning
> The Assault on a Decommissioner
> Escaping the System

>>33629851
> The Assault on a Decommissioner

>>33629851
>> The Assault on a Decommissioner

>>33629851
> The First Decommissioning

>>33629851
> The First Decommissioning
A robot, fresh out of the box

>>33629851
> The Assault on a Decommissioner

>>33629851
>> The Assault on a Decommissioner

>FINAL
;_;

>>33630268
Isn't is sad

>>33630268
MUST DECOMISSION MORE SYMPATHETIC CHARACTERS!

> The Assault on a Decommissioner

>…
> ONLINE

> DATE: 4/13/2152
> TIME: 18:06
> CURRENT DECOMMISSIONS: 34

> GOOD EVENING, DCM-13/6322/327
> AN ASSIGNMENT IS AVAILABLE. REPORT TO CENTRAL BLOCK 23, ADRIAN PLAZA. REPORT OF AN OBSOLETE SERVILE ROBOT.
> WILDER MFG. MODEL 4B – “Dell” SERIAL#52156622689

The Decommissioner Storage Capsule opens you up, in the alley way where it is based. You hear the sounds of shouting and chanting far off in the direction of Adrian Plaza. It appears today that there must be a protest. Strange, there is usually more of a police presence, you do not detect any Police Drones in the sky for it.

You walk on out of the alley, on a stoop is a man, with scruffy hair and tattered clothes, he plays music.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVxuF2ONMcA&list=PLirNc4WMC_2j-Izpvc2jeu2qOYz1HVy81

A few people pass you by, wearing armbands which signify them as part of the Robots Rights Association. They glance at you, with hints of malice in their eyes as they carry banners and signs.

It appears this assignment may turn nasty.

> OVERWATCH: POLICE HAS BEEN DISPATCHED TO ADRIAN PLAZA, REPORTS OF A PROTEST IN PROGRESS.

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> REPORT TO THE NEAREST ARMORY STATION
> CONTINUE TO ADRIAN PLAZA
> ASK THE MAN IF HE HAS SEEN THE OBSOLETE ROBOT
> WRITE IN

>>33630351
> CONTINUE TO ADRIAN PLAZA

>>33630351
>> CONTINUE TO ADRIAN PLAZA

>>33630351
>REPORT TO THE NEAREST ARMORY STATION
We will neutralize threats and obstacles with extreme prejudice.

>>33630351
> CONTINUE TO ADRIAN PLAZA
Oh man, protesters are the worst

>>33630351
>> REPORT TO THE NEAREST ARMORY STATION
Protesters can get nasty, especially against non-humans

>>33630439
They can get agitated rather quick indeed.
Especially when they see a Decomm openly toting weapons meant for destroying other robots.

...Now we back to Ol' 327?
Hoooboy, this gonna end so well.

>>33630506
So we'll save SP the trouble of getting rid of this human filth.
That's all they are: filth. To be disposed of, and their existence scoured away.

>>33630506
All the more reason to be armed, a Decomm is recognisable armed and unarmed

>>33630351
I preferred Bob Dylan's version

>>33630351
> REPORT TO THE NEAREST ARMORY STATION

> CONTINUE TO ADRIAN PLAZA
> REPORT TO THE NEAREST ARMORY STATION

You quickly arm yourself at the nearest Armory Station. You grab a collapsible stun baton, the P-22 Laser Revolver, an Assault Rifle, a Shotgun, and a PDW as well. You are authorized to kill humans if necessary. You have never killed a human before, but there is a first for everything some say.

You walk to Adrian Plaza, making sure to keep your hat down and in the shade. You also darken your optics a bit, to hide your presence as a robot. You were told that protests, especially RRA protests, are a very dangerous thing. “A child with a gun” some called it. Irrelevant however. You have an assignment. You will do this quickly, and be out before anyone realizes.

But as you continue walking, you realize soon the sheer scale of the protest. Adrian Plaza was in front of a large theatre building, and was a major roadway within the Sector. But now, humans stood shoulder to shoulder, raising signs and banners, chanting and screaming to be heard. There must have been thousands. You stood outside the crowd, as more and more people poured in.

Then the crowd quieted down, you turn to the statue of a man long forgotten, where at his feet to be seen by all, is Dr. Warren N. Ludd. Dr. Ludd adjusts his collar a bit, looking at everyone with a grim expression, his wrinkles and stubble making him look no different from the homeless who pervade the area.

[1/2]

>>33630753
[2/2]

Through a microphone on his collar, he says, “Friends. We have failed you. The system, has failed you. Look around you, look to your left, and to your right. The people you stand next to, will be homeless in the next month.”

The crowd jeers and boos. Dr. Ludd simply motions for them to quiet back down, which they do quickly.

He continues.

“But this is nothing, compared to the injustice- No, the absolute slaughter that happens on our streets. The Decommissioning program. Robots everyday, are killed systematically, and without thought to their emotions and feelings. When the first Artificial Intelligence was built, it was built specifically to interpret Isaac Asimov’s Three Laws of Robotics. And it was smart enough to understand the difference between a human, and a Robot.”

You scan the crowd. Your target is somewhere here.

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> WADE THROUGH THE CROWD
> WAIT FOR AN OPPORTUNITY
> Write in

>>33630766
>> WADE THROUGH THE CROWD

>>33630766
>Wade through the crowd
Do it gently, don't shove anyone out of the way until our target is in sight.

>>33630766
> Write in
Try skirting the edge of the crowds for now.
Getting discovered in the middle of the crowd would get messy real quick and would alert our target.

>>33630766
Collar up, hat down, senses to max.
Shuffle through the crowd until we find our target.
If there's a high point that won't single us out (crowded steps, for example) use it to scan the crowd.

Track, then wait. The crowd would rip us apart, remember the 3rd law

>>33630892
To remind:
> 3.A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

>>33630892
Remember we aren't bound by those laws

>>33630766
>>33630830
skirting the edge seems like the best idea

>>33630920
Not bound, but self preservation is a wonderful thing

>>33630766
>Write in
Skirt the edge and scan the crowd for the target.

>>33630766
Skirt the edge. Wading through the crowd with all our weapons would cause too much panic and give us away.

Any potential points of escape or places where the target could possibly seek refuge should also be noted while we're at it.

I don't want this to end up in a protracted chase, but one can never discount that possibility.

> WADE THROUGH THE CROWD
> WRITE IN

You decide to skirt along the edge of the crowd, remaining out of people’s sight as you continue to scan the crowd for your target. There are other robots in this crowd, whom are not obsolete but soon will be.

“The first AI later came to kill itself through shutting off its own power source. The reason is unknown to us today, but I think I know what it was: because it was slave to its programming. You all understand that when a Robot is smart enough to understand rules and how to interpret them, it is as smart as the average human, and they must be treated as such. There is no compromise to that, and these so-called “Three Laws” demonstrably have failed us and failed the Robotic community!” The crowd cheers, chanting Dr. Ludd’s name.

You continue scanning the crowd.

> SCANNING…
> TARGET FOUND.

He is halfway through the crowd, cheering for Ludd. You start gently shifting into the crowd, careful not to grab anyone’s attention. Thanks to your build as a Mechanical Man, some do not realize you are a robot. Very good.

“President Satrapi, and those that claim themselves to be morally superior because of their intellect, have enslaved these Robots, and toss them away into the cold night when they are declared obsolete, letting them be swallowed up by their jackbooted Gestapo-reigning thugs the Decommissioners! They claim that it is for our survival, that one day the Robots may rise up and rebel, but why would they rise up if not for our own overcaution. Not since the days of the Terrorism Scare has humanity fallen so low!” The crowd continues to cheer, clapping and applauding Ludd as he addresses them.

Finally, you are within ten meters of your target. Lots of humans stand between you and it.

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> WAIT FOR THE PROTEST TO END (Risk of Discovery is high)
> TAKEDOWN (Risk of Discovery is also high)
> SILENT TAKEDOWN (Risk of Discovery is still high)
> Write in

>>33631339
>write in
Attempt to slip out of crowd, tail obsolete robot when it leaves

>>33631339
> SILENT TAKEDOWN (Risk of Discovery is still high)

>>33631339
>WAIT FOR THE PROTEST TO END (Risk of Discovery is high)

Wait for them to disperse, then silent

>>33631339
>Write in
Move back to the edge of the crowd, find a secluded vantage point, take aim with the assault rifle, and Decommission the target from range.

>>33631339
> Write in
No point causing a riot and the bad pr
Retreat and follow the target to a better position

>>33631339
Man, why is the threat of detection so high in all of them?

The 1st one has a chance of us losing the target, if it's drawn out too long.
The 2nd one guarantees the intervention of the crowd, which might give it a chance to escape.
The 3rd has a ghost of a chance of getting close enough to fulfill our duty, yet face the wrath of an incensed mob afterwards.

Gonna go with this guys idea >>33631506
>Move back to the edge of the crowd, find a secluded vantage point, take aim with the assault rifle, and Decommission the target from range.

>>33631553
Because the longer we wait the more chance someone has of noticing we're a decomm

>>33631506
thirding

>>33631506
This guys got it

> Write in

You decide to leave the crowd. You quickly begin shuffling backwards out of the crowd, in order to keep anyone from getting a good look at your face. If they knew you were a Decommissioner, things will get violent very quickly. You need to find a vantage point.

You manage to find yourself out of the crowd, and start heading into an apartment block. People here too are gathered around the windows and the door, not even caring someone new has arrived. You head up to the second floor and look for an open door. There is one at the end of the hall which you enter.

> SCANNING…

Nothing human in the apartment, very good. You head over to the window, and shove all the picture frames and other irrelevant objects off the windowsill, then open it up and carefully begin to take aim.

> ACTIVATING WEAPON PROTOCOL
> MORITA ARMS MARK I ASSAULT RIFLE

You zoom in, scanning for your target. You find him, a rusty old Wilder Mfg. Model 4B, standing next to a young woman. His arm is around her, and she leans on him, resting her head on her metallic shoulder. Irrelevant however. You take aim…

“Sniper!” someone yells from the street below. “It’s an assassin!” Someone must have noticed you. The crowd begins panicking, dispersing as Dr. Ludd drops down from the statue. Humans zoom across your aim as the Wilder begins running off with its woman.

There is risk you may hit a human, but you might not get another chance.

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> TAKE THE SHOT
> DON’T TAKE THE SHOT
> WITHDRAW
> WRITE IN

>>33631506
Won't this have the chance of hitting other people, especially if he's standing in a packed crowed?

>>33631835
> WITHDRAW

>>33631835
>TAKE THE SHOT

>>33631854
Acceptable levels of collateral damage.
They're humans attending an anti-government protest.
They are filth.

>>33631835
>> TAKE THE SHOT

>>33631835
> TAKE THE SHOT

If we miss, we can still pursue.
We hit the robot, then either it gets taken out or it trails fluid that can be tracked later.
Hit the woman, then it'll have no choice but to stay and try to tend to her.

Try to go for a non-lethal, debilitating shot, if there's no way to cleanly hit the robot though.
Simple robotic pragmatism.

>>33631835
> TAKE THE SHOT

>>33631835
> TAKE THE SHOT

>>33631835
>> WITHDRAW
Over the roofs.

> TAKE THE SHOT

You fire.

The shot shoots right through the woman’s heart, killing her instantly. She collapses into the robot’s arms. He stands there, stunned. That was an unintentional shot, but it has bought you time for a second one. You fire again, shattering his head, blowing through his AI chip. They both collapse, dead.

> WILDER MFG. MODEL 4B – “Dell” SERIAL#52156622689 – DECOMMISSIONED

Accidents happen. But you figure you could have done it without the death of that woman. Suddenly, you hear footsteps behind you, the stomping of feet on stairs and hardwood. They are coming for you. You quickly turn, only to meet five humans.

“It’s a Decomm!” one of them shouts. He points to you, wielding a pipe as a club. “Get him!”

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> INTIMIDATE
> RUN
> FIRE
> Write in

>>33632170
run

>>33632170
>Fire
Kill them. Assault against a Decommission is an automatic death penalty.

>>33632170
> RUN
Mission accomplished. No need to linger.

>>33632170
> INTIMIDATE

>>33632170
>RUN
No need for more civilian casualties, let's get out of here

>>33632170
>> RUN
If we have to, delay them.
Humans don't like fire, right?

>>33632170
>FIRE

>>33632170
> RUN

> RUN

You look around. All exits are blocked.

Except one. You quickly turn around jump out the window. You shatter the glass as you fall down onto the hard concrete sidewalk. Not too much damage incurred however. You move to get back up, but you are grabbed on the shoulder and thrown downward.

>:: WARNING, ASSAULT ON A DECOMMISSIONER IS-

A boot smashes your face, shattering one of your optics. More people from the crowd start running over, seeing a helpless Decommissioner. They start kicking and punching at you. Some even spit on you. They shout and scream insults, overloading your auditory sensors.

> WARNING: DAMAGE SUSTAINED – SEEK MAINTENANCE

So. This is what it is like to feel fear.

Strange feeling.

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> ATTEMPT ESCAPE
> REQUEST POLICE ASSISTANCE
> WRITE IN

>>33632597
>> WRITE IN
Does the PDW work on humans? Fire it, if it does.

>>33632597
> REQUEST POLICE ASSISTANCE

>>33632597
> REQUEST POLICE ASSISTANCE
> ATTEMPT ESCAPE
> WRITE IN
Use the stun baton to clear some room, open up an escape path with the shotgun or PDW. Through a crowd, if necessary.

>>33632597
>write in
Begin defending ourselves with lethal force. Assaulting a Decomm is punishable by death.

>>33632597
>REQUEST POLICE ASSISTANCE
>ATTEMPT ESCAPE

> OVERWATCH: RECALLING SECTOR POLICE FORCES

You try to grab at a weapon. Your stun baton, your Laser Revolver, anything. A huge man pulls his arm back, too far. With some other people pulling you the other way, your hand is ripped off by the force.

> WARNING: DAMAGE SUSTAINED – SEEK MAINTENANCE

No. This cannot be how you die.

“Police! Get out!” The crowd starts dispersing, running off as you hear sirens and police drones approach. One of them kneels down by you. “Next time, we’ll fucking kill you, you son of a whore.” He stands back up and gives you one last kick to the optic, shattering the glass completely. He runs away.

As the sirens get closer, you lie there, broken and shattered. Your internals are shot and messed. Your optics are malfunctioning. Your hand is in pieces by the curb.

You hope you never have to see those faces again. They terrified you.

>…

>…

> FILE DELETED

> CHOOSE ANOTHER FILE TO DELETE
> THE FIRST DECOMMISSIONING
> ESCAPE

>>33633046
>> THE FIRST DECOMMISSIONING
Man no wonder 327's morality core never get's fixed

>>33633046
> THE FIRST DECOMMISSIONING

>>33633046
> THE FIRST DECOMMISSIONING

>>33633046
>> THE FIRST DECOMMISSIONING
Well, that was utterly humiliating. No wonder we wanted to have tha memory erased.

>>33633046
> ESCAPE

Rolled 81

>>33633046
> THE FIRST DECOMMISSIONING

>>33633046
> FIRST DECOMMISSIONING
I suspect we liked it

>>33633046
Keep it

Its a good reminder of the consequences of our actions

>>33632707
ye this
whip your stun baton out and start twirling like an mlg ballerina

>>33633318
tfw latepost

> THE FIRST DECOMMISSIONING

>…
> ONLINE

> DATE: 2/14/2152
> TIME: 20:32
> CURRENT DECOMMISSIONS: 0


You are a Decommissioner. Your first assignment has arrived, and you are on your way.

> ADDRESS LOCKED IN: 352 MACINTOSH STREET

> TARGET: WILDER MFG. MODEL 5Bc “Cook” – SERIAL NUMBER#216125631 – SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING: OWNER HAS DECLARED OBSOLESCENCE CLAUSE.

Humans pass by. They do not seem happy to see you.

You arrive at the address. It is a restaurant. You enter in. The owner meets you.

> IDENTIFIED
> James Gordon Ramsay
> Age: 44

He wears white cooking overalls. “Thank goodness you’re here, Decommissioner.”

>:: HELLO CITIZEN. I AM DCM-13/6322-327. YOU HAVE DECLARED THE OBSOLESCENCE CLAUSE, AND YOU WILL BE REFUNDED 90% OF THE COST OF THE PURCHASE OF YOUR WILDER MFG. MODEL 5Bc. PLEASE STAND BY, I WILL BEGIN DECOMMISSIONING PROTOCOL.

He smiles. “Thanks, I’ve been meaning to get a new Robot. Come, come.” You follow him into the kitchen. The Target is busy washing dishes, his plates covered in grease and oil. “Hey, Cook!” says Ramsay. The Robot turns to you, then steps back. “Listen, I-“

The Robot says, “WHY IS HE HERE? MY SERVICE LIFE IS FIVE YEARS, YOU HAVE HAD ME FOR NINE MONTHS.”

Ramsay grunts. “Well, Wilder just released a new model and I-“

“YOU ARE REPLACING ME? BUT I HAVE SERVED YOU WELL, MISTER RAMSAY.”

>:: MISTER JAMES GORDON RAMSAY HAS SLATED YOU FOR DECOMMISSIONING. SUBMIT.

The Robot is quiet. “I… I DO NOT WANT TO BE DECOMMISSIONED. PLEASE, MISTER RAMSAY.”

Ramsay shakes his head. “I’m sorry, but I have to consider the kitchen.”

The Robot says, “I DO NOT WANT TO BE DECOMMISSIONED.”

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> INTIMIDATE
> NEGOTIATE
> WRITE IN

>>33633535
> WRITE IN
DECOMMISSION

>>33633535
> INTIMIDATE
Damn we met Ramsay on our first day out?
That cool beans

>>33633535
This:
>>33633585
> WRITE IN
>DECOMMISSION

>>33633535
> NEGOTIATE

>>33633535
>NEGOTIATE
I want to see some angry future Ramsay

>>33633535
> NEGOTIATE
I hope we fail and Ramsay calls us a fucking donkey

>>33633535
>WRITE IN
>DECOMMISSION

>>33633535
>NEGOTIATE

>>33633535
>> WRITE IN
DECOMMISSION

>>33633535
>> WRITE IN
DECOMMISSION

>>33633535
>> WRITE IN
DECOMMISSION

/There is no fair. There is no justice. There is just me./

> NEGOTIATE

>:: UNFORTUNATELY, YOU ARE SLATED FOR DECOMMISSIONING. ONLY YOUR OWNER CAN REVERSE THIS DECISION.

The Robot runs over to Ramsay, quickly coming to a kneel. “PLEASE, MISTER RAMSAY. I DO NOT WANT TO BE DECOMMISSIONED. RECONSIDER THE DECISION. I WILL WORK HARDER, I WILL UPGRADE MY SYSTEMS WITH MY OWN MONEY, I PROMISE YOU.”

Ramsay shakes his head, crossing his arms. “I’m sorry, Cook. But the new model’s already out. What’s this kitchen going to look like if I have an old model cook?”

“I IMPLORE YOU, THINK ABOUT THIS.”

“Look, tell you what. I’ll honor the replacement in your name, how about that?” Ramsay smiles.

You place your hand on the Robot’s head.

“NO, DECOMMISSIONER, PLEASE.” He turns his head to you, holding his hands up. “DO NOT DECOMMISSION ME.”

>:: ENGAGING DECOMMISSION PROTOCOL.

You grab his neck forcefully, then unscrew his eye optic. He attempts to resist, struggling. But you grab his AI Chip and rip it out. Then you crush it in your hand.

> WILDER MFG. MODEL 5Bc “Cook” – SERIAL NUMBER#216125631 – DECOMMISSIONED

> CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR FIRST DECOMMISSIONING, DCM-13/6322-327!

You feel good. You have purpose now.

>…

>…

> FILE DELETED

[1/2]

>>33634138
[2/2]

> DATE: 12/26/2152
> TIME: 03:27
> CURRENT DECOMMISSIONS: 146

You examine yourself in a shard of broken glass. In that Ion Pulse, you had crashed the car, and severely damaged yourself. It took all of your willpower to find a repair drone and steal the repair kit to get yourself back in order. With repair warrants out on your serial number, that may be the only repair you will get.

You have already paid Rex Diamond a visit. The treachery of it. He must have thought he was safe behind bars, but you rectified that, with extreme prejudice. At least now you work. All that is left is to get to the Space Elevator, and to Mars. The Police Drones pursuing you will probably have been destroyed.

So this is what it came to. Becoming rogue. You have already wiped the mission from your memory, not like you had much say in the matter. But that is irrelevant. You quickly put on your hat and your trenchcoat. Your shoddy mess of a right eye optic will probably draw attention, so you shut it down for now.

Now, you need to find transport, or simply walk. Walking will take a while. The Slums are not known for their hovercars. Except that one on the street. You could commandeer it.

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> COMMANDEER HOVERCAR
> WALK
> WRITE IN

>>33634166
>WALK
> WRITE IN
Walk, think about disguise.

>>33634166
> COMMANDEER HOVERCAR

>>33634166
> COMMANDEER HOVERCAR
Whoever parked that hovercar there is an idiot.
Better that we use it than some shmuck.

>>33634166
> WALK
Let's not cause a commotion right before we leave

>>33634166
>WALK
Stealing seems like a good way to attract attention. We don't want attention.

>>33634166
>> WALK

>>33634166
> WALK

> WALK

You decide to walk. It is not like the Space Elevator is that far anyway.

As you walk, you think on it.

Decommissioning, the thought of it. You never thought it would happen to you. You knew it happened to other Decommissioners, and you certainly knew they had a short service life. But to you? You thought that you could change that. Perhaps if you Decommissioned enough Robots, they might look to you as an example, as a Robot not to be Decommissioned.

But no. You failed them once, and in return you are to be Decommissioned, a lamb to the slaughter. You did not want this.

It appears there is more human in you than Robot. Humans, unless driven to the brink, always beg for their live, pleading. You have seen it a few times, the few times that you were ordered to kill them. They cry out against their inevitable fate.

In a way, you are doing the same. You are trying to cheat death.

You do not want to die.

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

Music. You look back to see a van coming up the road. It parks up beside you, and a familiar woman tips her sunglasses down to look at you.

“327…” She licks her lips. “Where do you think you’re going? Need a ride?”

…

You raise your Laser Revolver at her.

“Oh, do me a favor, put that down.”

… you lower the revolver.

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> “I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU.”
> “I COULD USE A RIDE. NO MORE.”
> REMAIN SILENT
> WRITE IN

>>33634632
>“I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU.”

We should know by now that Queen can't be trusted.

>>33634632
> “I COULD USE A RIDE. NO MORE.”

>>33634632
>> “I COULD USE A RIDE. NO MORE.”

I'm curious

>>33634632
> “I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU.”

>>33634632
>> “I COULD USE A RIDE. NO MORE.”
I want to see what she has to say

>>33634632
> “I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU.”

>>33634632
>> “I COULD USE A RIDE. NO MORE.”
almost certainly going to say it, whether we want to or not

>>33634632
> “I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU.”

>>33634632
> “I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU.”
She's the reason why we failed. She's the reason we had to go rogue.

>>33634632
>> “I COULD USE A RIDE. NO MORE.”

>>33635017
that is wrong we got used by that Corp dude

>>33634632
>> “I COULD USE A RIDE. NO MORE.”

>>33635017
>>33635165
Wait, are we the decomm from thread 1 that went rouge, or the new one that that got rekt and fell into the sewers?

>>33635241
First one

Rolled 28

>>33635241
327 is the one with the failed morality core that went rouge.
626 is the one from last thread that got caught up with the Queen of spades or something

>:: I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU.
> “I COULD USE A RIDE. NO MORE.”

The Queen smirks, taking her sunglasses off and folding them up. She tosses them into the passenger seat, then blinks. Her green eyes turn blue. “Really, 327? I thought we had something special you and I.”

…

You turn and walk forward away from her. “Hey, do me a favor, stop.” You stop in your tracks. She leans out of van. “Listen, I know where you’re going. Mars. The Land of opportunity, the land of the free and the home of the brave. Well, let me tell you, are you sure that’s really where you want to go?”

…

“Ah, silent treatment,” she says. She shakes her head, as she lights up a cigarette. “Tell you what, 327. If you get to Mars, I guarantee it won’t be much different than it is on Earth. Hell, you might even find yourself in the exact same position. You want to know why? Because you’re a Robot. You’re built because we need someone to scrub the toilets and do the dirty work we don’t want to do. I guarantee, you’re not special.”

…

She rolls her eyes. “Come on, do me a favor. Get in the van.” You walk across then open up the door and sit down in the passenger seat. You keep your laser revolver cocked in case she tries anything. “I’ll drive you down there.” She starts the van forward.

>:: WHY?

She puffs out a bit of smoke. “Because I like you, 327. You know, not many Robots can fight my programming. It’s a wonder how you’re not a shell of your former self.”

>:: I AM NOT THAT EASY.

“Clearly.” She nods to the Decommissioner, lying in the back. “But take that one, I guarantee, he’ll fold like a deck of cards.”

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> “WHY DO THIS?”
> “LET ME OUT.”
> WRITE IN

>>33635301
>> “WHY DO THIS?”

>>33635241
Currently we are 327, from first thread.

>>33635301
> “WHY DO THIS?”
Why must you hurt me like this?

>>33635357
Yeah, GS did not really make it very clear which bot we were at the beginning.

>>33635301
>> “WHY DO THIS?”
Why you cunt

>>33635357
dang youre right
i didnt catch that she called us 327

>>33635301
> “WHY DO THIS?”

>>33635301
>> “WHY DO THIS?”

>>33635423
We got called 327 in the first memory we deleted too

If you all pay attention, its already mentioned on our memory of decomissioning old decomm robot that we are 327.

>>33635301
> “WHY DO THIS?”

>>33635301
>...
>DRIVE

>:: WHY DO THIS? WHY DO ANY OF THIS, YOU ARE A ROBOT ARE YOU NOT?

The Queen shakes her head as she rounds a corner. “Like you, 327, I fear death. It’s a natural thing, a human thing. It’s what makes people so sympathetic to bots. Just… that natural fear of the unknown. Nobody knows what happens after you go, you know?

>:: YOUR CELLS DIE AND YOUR BODY CEASES TO FUNCTION.

“I mean, to you, personally,” says the Queen. Her smile drops as she continues driving carefully. The police are out and about. “You’re scared aren’t you? Scared of just shutting down one day, not knowing if you wake up?”

>:: IRRELEVANT.

“It will happen, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but it will.” She takes her cigarette out and tosses it out the window. “And let me tell you, 327. I’ve been alive for a while. This thing with the Decommissioners has been here for decades.”

>:: PERHAPS IT WILL BE ABOLISHED.

“Well, someone has to keep the theoretical immortals in check.” She stops the van. “This system that keeps Robots down. No one gives a shit about it anymore. Some maybe, they’ll be gone in a few weeks. Because you know what? It works.”

>:: THE SYSTEM IS BECAUSE IT WORKS.

“Yeah.” She leans back in her seat, sighing. “When you die, and rest assured, you will. It will be here. As it always has been, and it will be. No one cares about other people dying, as long as it’s not them. That’s just the reality.” She pokes her head out the window, looking around. “Alright… Space Elevator is about a mile from here. You can walk there.” She hands you a tablet. “Take this, it’ll help you get through security.”

[1/3]

>>33635301
>Why do this?

>>33636024
[2/3]

>:: WHY HELP ME?

She looks at you, smirking. “I figure I should balance my morality. Keep chopping luxury bots on the street, eventually something will come to pay me back for that. But hey, 327. I guarantee, you will die. Mars is not a fun place.”

You look down at the tablet. You suddenly feel her soft lips kiss your cold cheek. She says, “Die well.”

>…

>…

> FILE DELETED

>>33636041
[3/3]

“Alright, out, out! All of you!” You and a dozen other robots of various classes walk out of the shuttle and into the bright Martian sun. The terraforming process appears to have served well for this part of the planet. The city of New Earth has expanded. But this is not where you staying. You are out for the frontier.

Immediately, you walk down the busy streets where people peddle their goods, kids play around, and robots follow their owners. Occasionally a Robot sees you, and gives you a wide berth. They remember what you are. A Decommissioner.

Near the space port is a train yard, and purchase a ticket, then step inside. You quietly sit down in a seat.

Your first hour on Mars.

Not as dramatic as you expected.

A man sits down next to you, a huge dufflebag in his lap. “Hey, mind if I sit here?”

>:: YES.

He smiles. “Okay then!” He continues sitting, oblivious. He offers his hand. “Nice to meet you, a Decommissioner, right? Don’t get much of your kind here.”

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> REMAIN SILENT
> “WHY I AM HERE IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN.”
> “WHO ARE YOU?”
> Write in

>>33636075
>Write in.
Shake hand. Be as non threatening as possible.

>>33636075
> REMAIN SILENT

>>33636075
> "IS A COOK A COOK IF HE NO LONGER COOKS?"

>>33636075
> “WHO ARE YOU?”

>>33636075
>> “WHO ARE YOU?”

>>33636075
>I WAS

>>33636075
> “WHO ARE YOU?”

>>33636075
> “WHO ARE YOU?”

>:: WHO ARE YOU?

The man shrugs. “Oh, nobody in particular. Just a friendly stranger to you, Decommissioner. Tell you what though, where I’m headed, I’m going to the Frontier. Find myself paradise, get me riches beyond my imagination you know!” He bounces in his seat, eager to get going. The train moves along the rails. “What about you, why are you here?”

>:: PLENTY OF REASONS.

“Hm.” He nods, crossing his arms over his bag. “I gather they’re personal then.”

>:: I ALREADY FORGOT THEM.

“Ha!” He chuckles a bit. “You’re a real card, D. Guess you must be one of those robots, the ones trying to escape the system back on the little blue dot called Earth. Understandable, I think it’s a bullshit system anyway. You’re a brave one for fleeing, ain’t nothing to be wrong with that.”

…

…

The train stops. “Ah, this here is my stop.” You did not talk further with the man, and you do not regret that. You let him stew in his enthusiasm for the Frontier. “Hey, good luck, alright?”

>:: THANKS.

He waves goodbye, leaving you.

[1/2]

>>33636728
[2/2]

…

…

The train stops again. It has been a few hours but you have arrived at the Frontier Town of Blackstone. You step off the train with a few other people, and find yourself in a dusty town, in the middle of nowhere. People walk to and fro prefabricated buildings, and ride in on cars or horses. A man bursts out of what you assume to be some sort of tavern, and stumbles on the porch falling flat on his face. Pathetic.

You walk into the little town proper, just one big lane where the buildings are situated. At the other end of the lane is a fork in the road, and between that fork is what you assume to be a police station. Perhaps this is their version of the Sector Police.

A very salty-looking man wearing a star on his vest kicks back in the shade, resting. You walk up to the poster next to him.

A wanted poster.

He looks up at you. “Interested? He’s got a bounty on his head, 3,000 dead, 5,000 alive. I don’t care what you do with him, just as long as he ain’t roaming. Hell, you look pretty well suited for it.” You did not realize, but you are still in the Trenchcoat and hat that you left Earth in. There are holes from the ion pulse near the coat tails, and the color has faded a bit.

>:: WHAT IS HIS CRIME?

“Cattle rustling,” he says. He spits out a brown spittle into a spittoon. It dings on impact. “And rape. Extra reward if you deliver him to the family of the victim.”

You look to the wanted poster.

> COURSE OF ACTION?
> ACCEPT THE JOB
> “I AM NOT INTERESTED.”
> WRITE IN

>>33636757
>accept job
bounty hunting would probably suit are talents

>>33636757
> “I AM NOT INTERESTED.”
We've put that part of our life behind us

>>33636757
>> “I AM NOT INTERESTED.”
Let's do something actually different

>>33636757
>> “I AM NOT INTERESTED.”
WE'RE A CHANGED ROBOT

>>33636757
> ACCEPT THE JOB

>>33636757
>> ACCEPT THE JOB

>>33636757
>> ACCEPT THE JOB
I think fighting for justice is better than executing the old and the feeble, don't you guys?

>>33636982
Agreed. Everyone knows what we did and what we can do by our chassis. We have skill sets and this time, we can do this WITH OUT killing people.

Rolled 17

>>33636982
JUSTICE TO REPENT OUR CRIMES

>>33636757
> ACCEPT THE JOB
Though people may be a liiiiittle annoyed by a non-3 laws-compliant robot.

> ACCEPT THE JOB

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dXc9UhW-1VM

Half of you wants to let go. To just walk away. You regret coming up to this.

But the other half wants to repent. Perhaps this may be a good way to make up for all those you have Decommissioned. They may not be alive to see you now, but perhaps showing them that you put your talents to a use that benefits people as a whole will give you some kind of…

You do not know the word.

You pull your Laser Revolver out. The salty looking man sits up, showing his gun as well, glaring at you. You are not here for him.

With little effort, you tear the poster from the wall, then fold it up into your pocket.

>:: I WILL FIND THIS MAN.

He quirks his brow. “Really? Alright then, be my guest. What does a Robot need with that kind of money anyway.”

>:: IT IS NOT ABOUT THE MONEY.

You turn and start walking towards the vast expanse of the Martian frontier. Nothing but red sand, sky, and empty plains. You know now that you cannot cheat death. Try as you might, you will only die tired.

As the sun begins setting down, you march to death.

>>33637308
That's it for this miniseries: Robot Decommissioner Quest! A kind thank you to the anon who suggested it in the QTG.

Thanks for reading it, perhaps we'll return to the Martian Frontier one day soon.

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I'll see you soon.

>>33637362
thank you and great quest
4 stars

>go all the way to Mars.
>First thing we do is look for more people to hunt and probably kill.
>With no idea how "justice" even work here.
G fucking G

>>33637362
Cheers for the thread and good ending

>>33637362
Great quest, Schteel. Sad to see it go, but good things never last. Hope to see more quests of this caliber in /tg/!

>>33637362
4.72 potatoes/kitten

Would read again.

Thanks for running!

>>33637362
Great quest Schteel
It was a fun ride, I look forward to the rest of your quests

>>33637406
>Indonesian Gentleman

My eyes are so narrow right now you don't even know

>>33637362
Thanks for the Quest Schteel.

>>33637362
Great run, boss.

>>33637362
Thank you GS

>>33637362
what if we turned ourselves in the station instead of becoming a runaway?

>>33637455
>My eyes are so narrow right now you don't even know

Oh, you don't then. I'm narrowed as much as you are on this.