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You are currently panicking, as any time the General wants to speak to you, it's never been happy news. However, this is the man that both funds your project and signs your paychecks, not to mention could, with a single order, get the entire thing shut down and all files, including Pandora, wiped.
But there's the issue of Pandora being right there. What do you do?
>Spend a scant few extra minutes putting Pandora to bed
>Hastily put her into the charging cradle and rush off to meet the General
>Other (write in)

>>42878123
>Spend a scant few extra minutes putting Pandora to bed

>>42878123
>Spend a scant few extra minutes putting Pandora to bed

>>42878123
>Spend a scant few extra minutes putting Pandora to bed
>Just remember that they're dangerous enough that some people have jobs solely to check whether you're even allowed to touch one
it's a bit of a stretch, but in her case it is very much true

>>42878123
>Spend a scant few extra minutes putting Pandora to bed
No guns until you're older, Pandora.

>>42878347
More like
>No guns until ever pandora don't even mention the idea that she could ever get one ever jeez do you want her to get wiped

Forgot to mention I'm writing. Done in a sec!

You sigh, compose yourself and turn to Pandora, a warm smile on your face. "Pandora, I know you have a lot of questions, and I promise I will answer them when I have more time, but right now I have something very important to attend to and have to put you into your charging cradle a little early." Pandora is clearly displeased, especially with all her extra energy thanks to her new battery. You stop her before she can protest.
"I know, I know, you want to stay up. But, now that you have a new software upgrade, you can wake yourself up whenever you're fully charged! So, once your battery is full, you go ahead and come out here and keep yourself occupied until I arrive." She seems to be somewhat satisfied with that answer, nodding with a smile as you place her into the charging station, hooking her up and placing her journal next to her. "And don't forget to write about your dreams in your journal, alright?" "Okay." She says as her consciousness slowly fades and she enters sleep mode.

Now you just have to take the long, nerve-wracking walk to Gen. Richards' office. A slow, plodding trek you dread more and more with each step. As you arrive at the sliding metal door, you square your shoulders, steel your jaw and knock once before you hear a curt "Come in." from a grizzled, no-nonsense kind of voice. It makes you jump, but you waste no time in stepping inside, the door whooshing closed behind you with a "click".
At the desk sits an older man in a military dress uniform, numerous medals adorn his breast and a neat mustache sits on his upper lip framing his stern, prominent jaw. He glares at you for a moment before speaking. "You're late." You attempt to apologize only to be cut off. "Sit." He places some paperwork into an folder and then pushes it to the side, folding his fingers together. "The Facility has several very strict, very important rules, doctor. Rules that, if followed, keep everything running smoothly and everyone doing what needs to be done."

Cont.

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"Rules, doctor, that if broken can have very real, very serious ramifications. These rules are there to prevent extremely dangerous, potentially life-threatening events from ever taking place. TBX-042 is one of a kind. No other country, no other organization has ever developed anything like it and we would like to keep it that way."
"Now, we have several scenarios men even smarter than you have put together wherein that machine can change the world for better or worse. We hope for better, we plan for better. But, doctor, if you continue these reckless stunts we could very well have an issue with this project. I overlooked the...instance with damaging it before. Wrote it off as accidental. However, it requesting weaponry? That I absolutely cannot. I will be brief, doctor; either you fix this problem, or I send in someone who can. Are we clear?" You snap to attention, nodding your head with a quick "yes, sir". "Good. You're free to go, but remember, doctor. I will not be so nice next time."

You step out of the office and sigh the longest sigh of your life, almost feeling your entire body melting into a puddle on the floor. That man scares the living hell out of you. Well, you think, now what?
>Head to the mess hall to get some food
>Contact ______ (write in)
>Head to bed early
>Other (write in)

>>42878816
>Contact Babsy

See if she has any ideas on how to teach a robot that killing is bad.

>>42878816
>>42878873
seconding

>>42878816
>>42878873
Yup. Ditto.

>>42878873
>>42878886
>>42878905
That was the fastest consensus yet. Writing.

>>42878873
>>42878886
>>42878905
I was just about to ask if we should invite Mouse over to help out too, until I realized she'd probably give Pandora schematics for a homemade mini-nuke. And THEN tease Babsy.

You send a quick message to Babsy on your PDA asking if she's currently free. You get a response moments later.

720: I'm not doing anything urgent at the moment. What did you need, doctor?

You fire off a message back asking if she has time to discuss how to teach Pandora about hurting others and the dangers of weapons. A response comes almost instantly.

720: Did something happen? I can meet you right away.

You reply, telling her you'll explain when you meet, asking her to meet you in the main hall.
Moments later you are standing in the rather large, but pleasantly furnished main hall of the facility, which is primarily used as part lounge, part presentation hall for any number of things. You gave your commencement speech here, in fact, when the project first began.
Babsy arrives shortly after you, still in her rather dirty jumpsuit. She has a concerned look on her face as she sits next to you. "So, what happened?"
>Explain that Pandora requested weapons after watching Star Wars
>Omit the part about showing her violent movies
>Other (write in)

>>42879160
>Explain that Pandora requested weapons after watching Star Wars

Explain the bit about us potentially being offed if we don't resolve this

>>42879160
>Explain that Pandora requested weapons after watching Star Wars

>>42879160
>Explain that Pandora requested weapons after watching Star Wars
>Other(She asked for a lightsaber or a gun. Can you stop by Toys R Us?)

>>42879160
>>Explain that Pandora requested weapons after watching Star Wars
"Only the Original Trilogy, Babsy, I'm not a monster."

>>42878947
>Explain that Pandora requested weapons after watching Star Wars
Stars Wars isn't even a violent movie jeez, there's only like what, 2 billion from Alderaan, a whole bunch on the Death Star, Greedo, Owen and Beru, a few storm troopers, Ben Kenobi, Rebel pilots, those rebel soldiers at the start, a few officers Vader killed, it's really not that many people.

>>42879244
I lol'd. Writing.

>>42879241
It's like you want to get fired

>>42879314
Lightsabers are toys, not weapons.
That gives me an idea, though. She needs some legos in her life. Maybe some lego star wars, maybe regular. She'll love 'em.

>>42879368
>lego star wars
The one where people are literally blown to pieces and sometimes put back together? I dunno....

We should have her play Portal at some point.

>>42879424
>evil AI
nope

>>42879424
You mean Portal 5: Return to Earth right?
I never thought the multiplayer really caught on, maybe it was the way the guns handled, and all the microtransactions.

>>42879461
>Implying Valve would ever make another Portal passed 2.

>>42879495
>implying valve makes anything but TF2 hats anymore

>>42879424
Man, after the L-space expansion things got FREAKY. I did not think it was possible for books to be more terrifying closed rather than open.

That tie-in with Half Life 2.8, though.

>>42879495
You mean the EActivisionsoft owned subsidiary Valve?

I can't believe they have been releasing new Half-Life games every year, it's just a rehash of the last one each time.

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>>42879445
Aw, don't worry about it, man, I'm sure there's nothing the General could find objectionable about it.

Anyway, I'll be over here with Pandora installing these games I found on Steam on her hard drive. I think she'll love this one, even if it's pretty old.

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>>42879553
What about this one?

Is this quest ever gonna have more of a plot/conflict?

>>42879605
you don't need people dying and monsters fighting for there to be conflict.

"Well..." you're hesitant to explain your blunder, but figure honesty is the best policy here. "I sorta showed her some movies... And said movies may have been... Uh, Star Wars..." "Star Wars?!" Babsy almost shouts. "Those movies are terribly violent! Why would you show her something like that?! She's clearly not ready for that! She should be watching children's programs, not movies with death and fighting!" You feel rather sheepish, partly because she's totally right and you feel like an idiot for even thinking of that, and partly because she seems kinda cute when she's mad. Numerous PhDs, a well-paying government job and a whole slew of people as your subordinates and you're still that same awkward nerd around pretty girls.
"Yeah, I eh... I dropped the ball on that one..." you say, scratching the back of your neck and unable to look her in the eye."Sorry..." Babsy sighs, shaking her head, folding her arms, with one of her mechanical arms tapping a finger on her cheek as she thinks.
"Well, in a normal situation, you have to let a child experience the negative in order to learn from it. They cannot understand fire is hot until they burn their hand, or that pins are sharp until they prick their finger, but this is a special case." She eyes your arm for a second. No longer in a sling, but a smaller cast still wrapped around it. "Hm... Your arm...it still hurts?" You look down at it, shrugging some. "Err, a little. Only if I put pressure on it, though. Why?"
"You need to show her pain." She says frankly. "You need to show her how human beings react to being harmed. Teach her that pain and harm are terrible things to set upon someone. Provided she has the empathy I believe her to possess, she should gain a bad taste for hurting others." That seems...a little extreme, but it does kinda make sense. Still, you have a feeling you're not going to enjoy tomorrow's session.
Huh, now what?
>Speak with Babsy (write in)
>Contact ________ (write in)
>Head to bed
>Other (write in)

>>42879631
I know.

>>42879605
Oh dear.
>>42879665
Ugh, still getting the hand of posting without making a wall of text. Sorry about that.

>>42879665
>Head to bed

>>42879665
>Speak with Babsy (write in)
So, uh, Babsy, do you like, um, you know, um, how are.. you?

>>42879665
Sounds alright.

Ask for her opinion on Pandora's estimated mental age.

>>42879693
Is your tab key broken?

>>42879693
>spoiler
Time to play "find the russian spy"!

>>42879665
>>Speak with Babsy (write in)
Ask if she can help via a terminal or some other form of communications.

>>42879838
It just hasn't been the same since it's wife left.
>>42879851
There is nothing preventing you from having her there in person if you'd like. So long as someone is with you, anyone in the Facility is allowed into Pandora's room.

>>42879933
Then lets take her with us for an impromptu learning exercise. Tomorrow morning, ask her before we make this decision first though.

Still in need of consensus, gang!

>>42879851
seconding

>>42879665
>Speak with Babsy (write in)
Ask her about any ideas for upgrades she may have.

>>42879851
Yeah, this sounds the best so far although I'd give you bonus points if you included shades of this >>42879746 just for kicks.

>>42880220
Some of you guys are just dead-set on making the protagonist into Doctor Awkward.

Dockward. Writing.

>>42880281
Doc. Awk.

. . . That pun made me feel bad.

>>42880281
Doc Awk.

>>42880372
>>42880381
Nice work

>>42880372
>>42880381
punmind

This is a very important question.

Can Pandora do captcha?

>>42880372
>>42880381
Pun-dar Twins!
>Form of A Bad Joke!
>Shape of Silliness!

>>42880281

So I've been binge reading this quest, and I feel that I can contribute perhaps a themesong: http://www.soundcloud.com/asteconn/pandora

To be fair, I've been trying to think of a name of this song for a while - I think dedicating it to this story would be a worthy title

You fidget some in your seat, realizing a bit of an uncomfortable silence has befallen the two of you. "So, er, uh...I was gonna ask if, that is, you'd be interested in, uh, assisting with tomorrows lesson?" An awkward smile across your face shows just how incredibly terrible you are at this kind of thing. However, either Babsy hasn't noticed, or she's too polite to bring it up. Either way, she seems pleased by the prospect. "I would love to, doctor! I've been wanting to meet Pandora in person. I'd say all of us at R&D would at some point. We've grown quite fond of her. from watching the lessons. Even Mouse quiets down when she's watching!" She laughs softly.

"Very well, uh, then." You stammer out. "I'll meet you outside her room in the morning, then!" You say your goodbyes and head off back to your quarters, practically leaping into bed like some kind of excited schoolboy. You are entirely too easy to please. A few tosses and turns later, however, and you fall fast asleep, thoughts of quadratic equations and multi-armed women dance through your dreams.

You awake in the morning with the alarm, nearly falling out of bed as you try and hit the off button.
>Head to the mess hall to get some breakfast
>Hurry off to Pandora's room to start the day early
>Other (write in)

Sorry for the wait, had to feed the cat and hit the WC.

>>42880589
Huh, what do you know...my tab key IS broken... or rather, copy+pasting after using it is, anyway.

>>42880589
>Hurry off to Pandora's room to start the day early
She has the self wakeup upgrade wasn't already partly charged yesterday when we put her to sleep, so she's probably well awake already.

>>42880589
>Hurry off to Pandora's room to start the day early

>>42880589
>>Hurry off to Pandora's room to start the day early

>>42880610
>>42880631
>>42880633
Cereal is for pussies anyway. Writing.

>>42880589

Breakfast sounds good.

>>42880589
>Hurry off to Pandora's room to start the day early
I DON'T KNOW BUT I'VE BEEN TOLD
CLEANING TOILETS IS MIGHTY COLD

>>42880589
Grab a power bar, then head to Pandora. Hopefully Dr. Funtime Sunshind and Babsy can help us set Pandora to rights on this whole weapon issue. If we need to use our pain as an example then so be it. We will sacrifice ourself in the name of Science.

>>42880582
I like it. Nice work anon.

>>42880705

Thank you very much!

You rush through your morning checklist; a quick shave and shower, throw on some clothes and send a quick message to Grace and Babsy to let them know you're starting a little early. You then hurry through the halls past several of the early-risers, hastily greeting a sleepy-looking Grace and rather alert Babsy as you scan your card and head through the doors.

Inside you find Pandora sitting on the floor watching cartoons wide-eyed and mouth agape. She'd probably be drooling if she were capable of it. Pretty normal for human kids, you think, so it makes sense for Pandora as well. A couple cleared throats and shoulder-taps later and she's back in reality again.
"Pandora," you motion to Babsy "I'd like to introduce you to Babsy. She's one of the R&D department that worked on your body and upgrades." Pandora looks at her for a moment, eyes drawn down to her secondary arms. "Hello." She says shyly. Babsy offers one of her mechanical hands for a handshake, seeing her obvious interest in them. Pandora reciprocates by taking the hand in both of hers and feeling it carefully.
"Are you like me?" she asks, eyes glued to the prosthesis. Babsy just laughs and shakes her head. "Not entirely, sweetie. I am human, but with some...additions. The doctor has asked me to help you learn about some very important things today and I couldn't be happier to meet you!" Pandora smiles as she continues exploring her arm. You can't deny it, for a purely mechanical being, Pandora is cute as a button.
>Start her normal lesson plan with Grace
>Have Babsy help her learn about pain and harming others
>Watch some cartoons with her
>Other (write in)

>>42880582
Holy shit, how did I miss that? Sorry, anon, I didn't notice it! That's really damn cool! Thank you so much!

>>42880920
Also, sorry about the lack of proper paragraph structure. I'm still trying to figure out why it won't accept my tab key's inserts when I copy+paste. Trying other word programs next.

>>42880920
>Have Babsy help her learn about pain and harming others

>>42880920

You're most welcome! Feel free to download. I think that this is the first quest to ever have its own theme tune, isn't it?

>>42880920
Start with the painful lesson first.
Then move onto more fun things.

>>42880961
first theme tune? no. First composed theme tune? probably

>>42880920
>>Have Babsy help her learn about pain and harming others

>>42880920
>Have Babsy help her learn about pain and harming others

>>42880961
Way ahead of you! Gonna link it up on my Twitter if you don't mind. I'm pretty taken aback by all this fan support for li'l ol' me.

>>42881023

Sure, carry on! I give away all of my tunes under creative commons licenses and this one's no different. I'm happy that you like it!

>>42880920
She's watching cartoons? Already?! That'll rot her brains, she needs to watch something like dora the explorer or sesame street!
>Start her normal lesson plan with Grace
She'll learn on her own about hurting = bad later on, no need to force traumatic thoughts in her head right now.

Also, consensus reached. Writing.

>>42880920
>>Start her normal lesson plan with Grace
>>Have Babsy help her learn about pain and harming others

Both of these, I'd say. Do the normal lesson first.

You take a deep breath, turning off the TV. This is going to hurt you a lot more than it will her. "Pandora, do you remember yesterday when we discussed hurting people and why you shouldn't have weapons?" She nods her head. "Yeah, but I promised I wouldn't hurt anybody! I'd be real careful!" You shake your head. "Yes, but what you didn't really understand is what exactly hurting means. How it affects living things. You don't feel pain, but it's a very bad feeling. Babsy is going to help me show you." You give a nervous look to Babsy.
"You see, Pandora," she begins, gently taking your broken arm in her delicate hands. Were this any other situation, you might actually blush. "When you and the doctor had that accident before, where you fell. Your arm was broken off, yes?" Pandora carefully touches the arm where it broken and nods. "Well, something similar happened to the doctor's arm too. You see, humans have all kinds of important parts inside them. Parts you can't see. However, when one of those parts is damaged, the body sends a signal to alert us something is wrong. The worse the problem, the bigger the signal. That signal is pain. When you hurt someone, they receive that signal and it makes them very unhappy."
Babsy looks you in the eye, as if to say sorry for what was about to happen.

Roll 1d100 to literally teach Pandora the meaning of pain. Best of 3.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>42881346
ok

>>42881346
God dammit, it still won't insert correctly! Fuck it, I'll just manually do it via the handy spacebar from now on. Sorry for the inconvenience, guys.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>42881346
If I get a natural 1, I'm so sorry for starting the robot apocalypse.

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>42881346
>teach Pandora the meaning of pain.
That doesn't sound good.

>>42881423
Three less on your roll and that warp could've overtaken you, anon. Writing.

>>42881346
now I regret not saving that webm of having your arm cutoff specifically to show the crowd WTF is wrong with them.

>>42881475
what?

>>42881456

That would have been a bad day. A questions: Do good rolls help counter 1s, in that there is a failure of some sort, but not necessarily 'dreadful'? What happens if there's a 100 and a 1 in the same roll?

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>>42881475
I do have this though

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>>42881456
>>42881475

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>>42881423
>I was three decimals away from starting the apocalypse
Goddamn, we're going to roll a one eventually, and what then?

>>42881559
We'll break two arms dancing

>>42881559
We develop an instinctual fear of Pandora. It doesn't immediately sound bad, but think of the emotional harm it will do to her, and how hard it will be to keep doing our job.

>>42881559
Look, the proper way of counting nat1s isn't by inflicting irreparable damage to a character or their designs at the first instance of a crit. If they're engaged in a particularly risky or delicate action, then it can have long lasting or even irreversible implications for the quest, but if that happened EVERY time a nat1 was rolled rollplaying would be virtually impossible.

You steel your nerves and ready yourself. As delicate and soft as Babsy's fingers are, just a light bump to your arm hurts like hell and you forgot to take your pain meds this morning. "This is what pain looks like, Pandora." she begins. "Pay close attention." She then slips one finger under the edge of your cast and presses moderately firmly down onto your forearm, sending waves of pain rippling through your body. It takes all you have not to start crying like a little girl, but you soldier through it, groaning and clawing at your leg as the pain builds, your face scrunching tightly and your hands shaking. You get quick glimpses of Pandora through the agony and her face goes from concerned to mortified. She starts moving toward you, arms outstretched, unsure of what to do. "Please..." she says shakily. "Please stop! Please! Don't do it any more! I won't ask for any more guns or lightsabers! Don't hurt him!" She almost looks like she'd be crying had she tear ducts.
Babsy eases off, gently rubbing your arm and mouthing "sorry". "You understand how pain works now, Pandora?" You hope to god she does. "Why you shouldn't ever hurt anyone?" Pandora nods frantically, moving next to you to look at your arm. "I won't hurt anyone, I promise! Doctor, I promise! Please don't be hurt anymore!" She's a little panicky, but she'll be okay.
"Why don't you give him a hug?" Babsy asks, Pandora just tilts her head in response. "Hug?" Babsy nods, then suddenly wraps her arms around you gently, taking great care not to bump your arm. Oh god, she smells like jasmine and motor oil. "See? Like this. A hug is something you do to to someone you care for, either to say you're sorry, to greet them, comfort them or sometimes just because." She releases you and the world stops spinning for a moment. "Why don't you try?"

Cont.

>>42881491
Nat 1's and 100's override other rolls, even if the others are successful or unsuccessful. In the case of both a 1 and a 100 in the same three rolls, I will ignore both and go with whatever the third roll is. So if you roll a 1, a 100 and a 70, I will use the 70 and forego the crits.
>>42881730
Pandora gingerly wraps her small, mechanical arms around you, a look of concern on her face slowly melting away into a look of contentment. Her head rests on your shoulder as you hug back, and you're not sure if it's residue from Babsy's hug or if this is some kind of quasi-paternal pride, but you feel pretty damn serene. Babsy smiles brightly, silently giving you a thumbs up from off to the side. Grace even looks like she could cry.
>Begin the lesson with Grace
>Do something fun together with everyone
>Other (write in)

Looks like manually using spaces in lieu of a tab insert doesn't work either. I'll just have to make liberal use of the return key from now on.

>>42881730
> I won't ask for any more guns or lightsabers!
Oh tits, now she thinks it's her fault.
>"Why don't you try?"
Aww yeah, we getting hug from daughteru. Today was a good day.

>>42881826
>Begin the lesson with Grace

>>42881826
>Other (write in)
"Get in here, Babs."

Then
>Begin the lesson with Grace

>>42881861
Forgot about Grace too.
"You too, Grace"

>>42881875
>Look at camera
>"You too General"

>>42881826
>Do something fun together with everyone, but try and teach her about things as we're doing it
What's our agenda for each day? That might be useful knowledge for us to know before we go into everything.

>>42881888
>"Mouse. Kevin. I need you down in here."

>>42881853
>>42881861
>>42881875
This.

>>42881888

Vote for offering the General hugtiems, give Pandora her lesson, and also ask Babsy if she would like to go for a coffee later.

>>42881937
>ask Babsy if she would like to go for a coffee later
>Begin the lesson with Grace

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>>42881922
Someone else would like a hug too, I bet. Writing.

So what exactly is the higher up's objective?
Is it pure curiosity and scientific virtue?
Or do they want an efficient weapon?
Was this stated before?

>>42881979

Given that it's a military man in charge, I'd bet the overarching aim is to create "weapons" of some kind. But given the strong presence of scientists on the floor, I suspect that this particular instance is entirely research and scientific - sort of like NASA, I suppose.

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>>42881970
No, Bad Man, that's called molestation. Go do that with Pepper over there.

>>42882032

Cont: I wonder if Pandora will be the first AI in spess?

You motion for Babsy and Grace to get in on this and before long you have a full on group hug going. It almost feels like one big family, with the exception that the youngest is made of metal and wires. Still, you feel peaceful. This is nice.

However, all things in turn. You eventually relinquish the hug, though not without a slight protest from Pandora. You ready all the materials you need, with Grace having to wipe away a couple tears before you can begin. There is much to learn and so little time to do it. Though it's nice to have Babsy there to observe. You make a mental note to attempt to ask her if she wants to get a cup of coffee sometime without passing out from fear.
Roll 1d100 for today's lesson. Best of 3.

>>42882081

Inb4 1

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>42882081
Natural 1, she turns us all into the Borg.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>42882081
Here is to learning.

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>>42881979
>>42882032
You haven't found out yet. All you know is that the government funded your project to create a true AI and that it was successful. They have only said that it could be useful for a multitude of different things, so weaponized AIs are probably not off the table.
>>42882033
Wow, Pepper a slut.
>>42882090
Even worse, you rolled 0!

>>42882125
How to roll dice: "dice+2d6" without the quotes in the email field rolls 2d6. "dice+5d42+23" rolls 5d42+23. "noko+dice+2d6" rolls 2d6 without showing the roll in the email field.

>>42882081

>>42882139

DISASTER!

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>>42882139
Oh anon, yes it is. It certainly, certainly is.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>42882081
Surfin the USA...
>>42882125
>D:
>How do I roll
By lurking a hell of a lot more.

>>42882139
Damn it we traumatized her witgvthe pain lesson earlier.

>>42882090
>>42882125
>>42882139
You're a special kind of special.

>>42882148
>>42882152
>>42882178

What did I miss?

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>>42882152
OH NO YOU DON'T, I SAW THAT 1 NIGGA! NO BACKING OUT OF THIS! NO BRAKES ON THE CRITFAIL TRAIN!

Writing.

>>42882189
Some anon rolled 1 and tried to delete it before it was seen.

>>42882139
DID SOMEONE DELETE THEIR POST?!

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I was just reading something else for five minutes and a newguy shows up and rolls a nat 1. With nat 1s being discussed prior to this.
I...
Uh.

Bracing for another chat with the General.

>>42882236
He's disappointed that he missed out on the group hug.

>>42882264

That would be pretty funny.

"DOCTOR, GET IN HERE!"
"Yes sir!"
"...why was I not invited to the hug?"

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I should've been faster.

Grace is doing a rather bang-up job on the lesson, with good participation from a happy Pandora and Babsy seems to be having quite a lot of fun observing and things just have a general air of positivity. With the lesson completed, Pandora decides to practice her new skill and hugs Grace in thanks. Grace is overjoyed, obviously, with the zeal of which she hugs her back. There is laughter and shaking and all in all it seems innocent enough.

Then Grace goes a little too far and rolls around with Pandora, not realizing just how delicate she is despite being such a high-tech piece of equipment, and before you can react there is a "thump" and "crack" at the side of the table, with a moment of silence, followed by a panicked Grace repeating "ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod" over and over. She backs away, hands pulled back and eyes unable to focus. You rush over to see what happened, only to see a deep crack in the side of Pandora's head, the lights in her eyes flickering on and off rapidly.

"Doctor...doctor I...I can't see..." she stammers out, her tone slowly increasing in volume and stress. "Doctor, my eyes! Doctor! Doctor, my eyes! I can't see! Help! I can't see!" Shit shit shit. You take her hand, assuring her you're still there, letting her feel your skin as you sit her up. There are several pings on your PDA after a minute, but you're too worried about Pandora to notice. Babsy rushes to her side and helps her stand, taking a closer look at the damage, all the while Grace continues her chorus of "ohmygod" from across the room.

"Maintenance room, now." Babsy barks out and you help her carry Pandora to the bench. She is touching her face now, trying to assess what's wrong. "Doctor, put her into sleep mode, we're going to have to open her up." A quick command later and she fades out, going limp on the table as you hook up the backup power and retrieve all the necessary tools and spare parts.
Roll 1d100 to assist Babsy in the repairs. Best of 3.

>>42882392
Not as bad as I was expecting, thank christ.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>42882392

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>42882392

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>42882392
Memo to research team, please do not roughhouse with the Andriod.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>42882392

We need a better chassis.

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>>42882427
Oh, I wouldn't speak so soon if I were you, anon.

Writing.

>>42882439
>>42882451
Also, sick triple 39's, guys.

>>42882466

I was expecting horrific and potentially world ending mental trauma. I'll take serious damage over that, especially after the rather uncomfortable waiting.

>>42882427
We literally just got taken into our superior's office and chewed out about not being so carefree with our duties. I can see this being plenty detrimental.

>>42882439
>>42882451
C-can doubles count for something AM?

After all this we should probably see the R&D department about building a chassis for Pandora with a bit of structural integrity, this is getting ridiculous.

>>42882466

Actually, this is a good learning experience to be fair. This is 'pain', and how to deal with it. Again, completely accidental, but accidents will happen, and teaching her (and maybe the suits) to deal with it is important.

>>42882489
Dude our daughteru just got blinded. I think that will be enough to give her a bit of lasting trauma.

>>42882466
OK, stop that. If you're saying stuff like "Well, shits fucked up now, guize", then you're going to make people nervous and hesitant when you want them to roll, because it makes them think you're plotting against them. Don't do that.

I leave for 30min and come back to this

>>42882538

Everything is going wrong!

>>42882516

Absolutely. But I was expecting much worse, somehow.

>>42882548
>"Good. You're free to go, but remember, doctor. I will not be so nice next time."
This is next time

>>42882532

I concur with this sentiment.

>>42882532
>>42882466
Yeah, not cool, dude. This is what causes people to delete critfail rolls.

"Dammit!" Babsy shouts, all four of her arms working in a blur. You feel like you don't even need to be there, your duties essentially delegated to handing her tools. "Who stocked this damn room?! I have nothing I can use for her optics! I'm not fixing a damn microwave in here, where are all the spare parts?!" She's getting stressed. Another couple of pings on you PDA. You do a quick check.

Gen. Richards: Grace. My office. Now.

227: Christ! I'm sending the twins, bring her to R&D ASAP!
633: We're here. Bring her out.

You put a hand on Babsy's shoulder. "We need to get her to R&D. You guys are better equipped there, right?" She stops for a second, then turns to Pandora. "Yeah...yeah, help me carry her!" You both hoist her up carefully, maneuvering over to the door, but before you can swipe your card it swings open, two security guards waltzing past you to collect Grace. That's not going to be good... but you don't have time to spare. Nor could you really stop them if you tried.

Outside you see the Bobs carrying a makeshift gurney that you and Babsy gently place Pandora on. The three of them start off back to R&D, but you see security practically dragging a distraught Grace off to what you assume is the General's office. Which do you go with?
>Go with Grace
>Go with Pandora

>>42882466
>>42882566
>>42882595
Sorry, sometimes I just see an opportunity to fuck with people and I go for it. Ignore that post.

One of the signs in the captcha was Grace Ave.

>>42882613
Go with Grace, if she's getting chewed out, we should be there.

>>42882613
>Go with Grace
We obviously need to torch that fucking table.

>>42882613
>Go with Grace
I'm sure an entire team of R&D people can fix the robot without our help.
I don't know if Grace can handle being talked to by a mean General guy though.

>>42882613
>>Go with Grace

And there, with Grace, you go. Writing.

>>42882613
>Go with Grace
For as much as we've got our duty to Pandora, we've also got a duty to our subordinates.

One of them's got a whole R&D team who are as good as us, if not better definitely better, looking out for them, and the other's got... uh... security goons? We're going to get reamed a new asshole (or two), but doing the right thing by people ain't always easy.

>>42882613
>Go with Pandora
If only to give opposing votes a chance, I'm not sure what would be better right now.

>>42882613
>>Go with Pandora

>>42882669
Well yeah, but we're the closest thing to a Dad she has.

You call after the three. "I'm going to go with Grace, but you keep me posted on everything that happens! You take good care of her!" One of the Bobs calls back. "She's in good hands, Doc! Bon Chance!"

You never understood why, but the security guys are always in a rush wherever they go, even if they're just doing standard patrolling. It's a little tough to keep up, even with the two of them dragging a sobbing woman, but you do your best to stay hot on their heels until you reach the office. The two men enter and you slip in behind them as they place her firmly in a seat facing the General, salute, then leave, leaving just you, a hysterical girl currently babbling in Chinese, and a very unhappy looking man in uniform.

"Doctor, you were just in here. Unless you have business, I suggest you leave me and Miss Zheng to our discussion, unless you'd like to add another name to the disciplinary hearing." You swallow hard and do your best to stand your ground, despite an increasingly obvious shake in your legs.
Roll 1d100 to defend your subordinate without requiring a new set of pants. Best of 3.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>42882757

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>42882757
I'm okay requiring a new set of pants so long as we don't also end up needing a new job.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>42882757
COME ON!

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>42882757
ok

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>42882757

Whooboy, those were some quick rolls! Writing.

>>42882783
Hey, if you could go assimilate the 1 that got us into this mess, we'd have something here.

Well, other than the bunch of preceding rolls, I guess.

Not that >>42882773 is at all bad, it'd just be an amusing illustration of our poor doc's schizophrenic dice-powered prowess.

>>42882803
I know. If everyone had slowed down a bit, we could have had a 99.

>>42882773
good, I like these pants. We dance in them.

"Sir," you begin, shakily walking over to his desk. "I understand the position Grace is in, especially just after I was in here to talk to you. However, what happened in there, like my previous, err, incident, was purely accidental, like a child falling off their bike and scraping their knee. It is bound to happen. However, it is part of life. When that child scrapes their knee, you don't hole them up in their room and keep them from ever riding their bike again. You patch them up, tell them they're okay and let them go back out to play. I think, as far as Pandora-err, TBX-042's development is concerned, she-ah, it needs to experience these hardships. When it happened before, I had a very important talk with her, explaining how accidents can happen and she doesn't have to be afraid of them, just cautious..." The General raises an eyebrow at your little speech, but remains silent. You're not sure if this is good or bad, but he's not yelling yet, so you'll take your small victories as they come.

"Ah, furthermore, I've been thinking that perhaps the chassis we have outfitted might be a little too fragile for some of the activities that could help in the learning process. So, with your blessing, perhaps we could make a new, more durable one?" You give a nervous smile and wait. You wait for what seems like hours, with only the sound of Grace's soft sobbing to cut through the silence. Finally, the General lets out a sigh, shakes his head and speaks. "I can't believe I let dances with androids talk me out of this." He gives a slight chuckle at this. "You win, doctor. But I want a rush on that chassis, understood? No dangerous, potentially expensive maneuvers until it is installed. Understand? Now, take Miss Zheng and go. I have calls to make and paperwork to fill out." You nod enthusiastically and take Grace by the arm, rushing out of the office.

Grace hangs on your arm the entire time you wait in the main hall, thanking you profusely.

Cont.

>>42882940
>I can't believe I let dances with androids talk me out of this.
Haha, this is our official project title now, isn't it.

>>42882940
It is several hours later before you get a message from R&D telling you they're finished, informing you the repairs went fine, and that Pandora wants to see you. You let out a sigh of relief and have a celebratory hug with Grace. You remind yourself to get R&D a fruit basket or something and make your way over to see how the patient is doing.

I think now would be a good time to stop, as it's nearly 1AM and I am rather sleepy. But thank you to all the anons participating in this thread, as well as those of you that might be reading via the archives! I'm super flattered to know people enjoy my quest! If you enjoyed this thread, please vote it up on suptg and follow me on Twitter for future thread updates!

I can stick around for a little bit to answer any questions you guys might have if any, but again, thanks so much for playing!

>>42882995
It's 4am where I'm at u lil shit
It sucks to be a churchgoer in these times.
Are we ever going to teach Pandora how to operate pperationally? Do we know how to operate?

>>42883056
>Are we ever going to teach Pandora how to operate pperationally? Do we know how to operate?

Wat?

>>42883084
>pperationally
I think he meant "Operationally".

>>42883084
Shoot guns, team tactics, that stuff.

>>42883111
No.

>>42883111
Oh, well, weapons and stuff are forbidden for her, so no. No operating operationally.

>>42882995
Thanks for running Herr Morgen bei Nacht

>>42882995

Aww boo. Time flies when you're having fun.

Such a slowpoke, I've been missing these.

That said...

Hardier chassis: yes.
Torch that fucking table of doom: Oh yes.
Reupholster the entirety of the android room to be something more forgiving of physical accidents, like a daycare: DO IT NAO!

>>42879605
Whole scenario looks like a testing area. Nobody in their right mind don't make backups of a program worth billions of dollars AND let random nerds and chinks fall on hardware it runs on.