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To be honest I’m still a little bit surprised that I had gotten this far into things. From the common person’s point of view I was approaching what might be the most dangerous of technocrates within the galactic sector.

That is what the Mechanicus is, these days. They are the folk who organized the largest of assembly factories, even worlds dedicated to their manufactoriums.

When it comes to being in the Commonwealth, where Nanotrasen operates, they have gained a very beneficial relationship. Nanotrasen would give them the ability to help in top of the line research. In return the cult would give them space stations, guns, and borgs.

“If you would come this way, Snickers.” Enginseer Radium said while standing at the grand doors, “The Magos has agreed to see you.”

“U-uh yeah great!” I said while shakily making my way forward.

Of course that is not to say they are all powerful. Compared to the Galactic Alliance of Earth they are underweight. However the Confederacy is much too far away and is swayed easily by the bribery of Nanotrasen.

Rivals would be the Wizarding Federation, where the conglomerate of dicks like to wave their dicks across the cosmos. Their favorite target is of course the Technocratic Mechanicus.

I arrived at a place I realized was a kind of Cathedral made of machines. The solemn clanking of gears and mechanisms coming into my ear. I looked forward to see the Magos, a large hulking machine that had obviously let go of all semblance of humanity.

-{McSnickers Dickerson, you come before me on recommendation by Enginseer Radium. Am I to understand you seek to join the Cult?}-

I felt my mechanical eyes blink for a moment as I heard his words, as I actually understood them. Though they were not in the common tongue, but instead the tongue of what I know is machine!

>Yes, that is why I am here
>Uh, how the fuck can I hear machine!!
>C-can I ask who you are?

>>4611227
>C-can I ask who you are?
Welcome back, OP!

>>4611227
>Uh, how the fuck can I hear machine!!
>C-can I ask who you are?

>>4611227
>Yes, that is why I am here

>>4611227
>C-can I ask who you are?
welcome back my dude. here is the old thread for allto shill http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Badmin%20QM

>>4611227
>C-can I ask who you are?
>Yes, that is why I am here

Maybe hidden gun was the wrong way to go last time. Maybe we should have went with hidden blade.

>>4611227
>Yes, that is why I am here

>>4611426
>hidden gun
>hidden blade
Reminds me of https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXSX27Hyjhg which is a song in the Jukebox.

>>4611227
>C-can I ask who you are?

>>4611426
Why not both?

Who are you?
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>>4611538

Yes I am
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>>4611433

“Wh-who are you… if I dare ask.”

{Do you still speak in the common tongue of Fleshling, even when you can understand me?} The machine before me growled for a moment, {I am Magos Farstein, the head Priest of our joint operation with Nanotrasen. Does that satisfy your question?}

“Y-yeah it does. My apologies if I offended you sir, as I just gained this body thanks to a battle between me and a Traitor.”

{A traitor? Is this true Enginseer Radium?}

{I do not know much myself sir.} I heard the Priest respond with a small clocking, {We found him next to a burning tree and corpse, so the evidence closely aligns with it.}

{Hmm, the Syndicate has always been a problem for Nanotrasen, and by relation they have offended the Mechanicus with their existence.} He announced while sweeping the air with his mechanrite, {Thus I will overlook your ignorance, Dickerson, if it means you might have a future as a Skettari.}

{I-I thank you sir.} I said while shaking my head, {Though, uh, I am just a robotics researcher now. I-I even made the weapon that slayed the Traitor with.}

{Is that so…} The machine seemed to growl a small bit, {So you fancy yourself more brain than brawn. How well do you understand the Rites of Testing and Advancement?}

“I-I do not know Magos.” I answered with a small hesitation, “Though I have learned lots about augmetics and want to advance the field.”

{Then we will start there.} the machine growed for a moment, soon producing a small disk next to him, {Inside this disk is the Diagram for a sleeker and stronger Augmetic arm. When you are working on the next station, run a series of tests on this.}

>Agree to the Testing
>No, better to work on your own things
>Maybe, if there is time.

>>4611661
>Agree to the Testing

>>4611661
>Agree to the Testing
Omnissiah wills it.

>>4611661
>>Agree to the Testing

>>4611661
>>Agree to the Testing
Pedal to the Metal

>>4611661
>Agree to the Testing
Freeeeeee tech!

>>4611661
>Agree to the Testing
Sounds like a blessing of the Omnissiah

Agree
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>>4612070

“I-I will do that sir!” I called out while standing up straight.

{Then you are released. Send in the report through the Servers and I will learn of them.} He said while giving the disk to a small bot and the bot flying it over to me.

With that done he waved his hand before himself, {Now leave, uninitiated. May the Omnissiah bless your research.}

With that I was guided out of the room by Radium, the robot giving a satisfying hum to himself, “It seems you have gotten yourself in a proper place, McSnickers.”

“I-Is that so?” I dared to ask him.

“You may call the Mechanicus’s many Magos selfish, but developing Augmentations is one of the more desired skills out of a person. Being entrusted with this development of course means he wants to know how skillful you are.”

“Th-that makes sense. So this is a test?”

“Exactly.” The Man Machine hummed, “We want to see what you are capable of McSnickers, and if you succeed you will assume a grand part in our organization.”

“Then I will do my best.” I said as we exited the grand chapel and was nearing the streets of the grand city.

“Indeed you will, I will see you in due time McSnickers.” Enginseer Radium said while leaving me to the wider world.

The city I began to walk into was Nexus, the grand city of the Commonwealth. Stationed as a grand spire on a paradise world, Nexus hosts as the terrestrial base of Nanotrasen. Though most know the real place was in fact the Central Command Space Station that rested up above in the Atmosphere.

How I ended up here, well since I kinda did not own a real home I was stuck living in Nanotrasen’s Dormatories for the less fortunate and stupid.

I took in a breath and out one, taking out my ID card and looking at my account. In total, I had 300 Credits to my name, enough to get myself by until Centcom called me up for operation.

>Head out to a Bar
>Go visit the local special markets *Hive Worlder*
>Go see how the Sentient Weed is doing.

>>4612096
>>Head out to a Bar
I think we could use a drink or two after that shift, even if the singularity didn't escape.

>>4612096
>>Go visit the local special markets *Hive Worlder*
>>4612118
What if our new body invites space discrimination.

>>4612096
>Go visit the local special markets *Hive Worlder*

>>4612096
>Go see how the Sentient Weed is doing.
Plants die without care.

To the Black Markets!!
>>4612122
>>4612161

The Bar!
>>4612118

Sentient Weed!
>>4612211

However fair a city is, I know that there is always some kind of underbelly that exists. It just depends on the culture and race that determines the difficulty of finding the place where dark deeds can be found.

I lit a cig, the smoke heading into my lungs as it did. For some reason even becoming a machine like this I still crave the black tar. Though these cigs have not really been hitting the spot these days, and I can feel the nicotine just leave my body as soon as it comes in. My running theory is that my new body is actually purging the toxins from my systems, making it nearly impossible to get my kick unless I constantly smoke it.

It was of course under a series of overheads and through a gutter, but I eventually found the place I was looking for. Heh, kinda reminds me of the times I use to run with a gang.

The place was crowded, that much was actually a little bit of a surprise to me. Rumor has it though that since the city is close to Centcom, the Mayor’s security force is basically Nanotrasen’s. Hell, if I remember correctly the current Sheriff was a Head of Security for one of Nanotrasen’s ships. Of course, the reason this all matters is that they try to squash the illegal trade to make sure no trade secrets are released.

“Hey you-!” Someone grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, his eyes widening, “What the fuck!”

I was about to say something, though I quickly realized what was the problem, “Hehe, sorry my friend. Sometimes I forget my appearance freaks people out.”

“You are a mother fucking robot! You some freak experiment from Nanotrasen or something?”

“Close, I was about to die so they stuck me in a robotic body and called it a day.” I said while extending my hand, “McSnickers Dickerson, I came by to see what this hive has available.”

“Alright, so why don’t you beep boop away from my stall.” He growled, though I noticed he was not getting much closer to me, “You are scaring away all my customers.”

I thought about it for a moment, then looked behind the man at his variety of things. If I got shunned away from this man, it might be a little bit more difficult to continue walking around these parts. Yeah, my face would be recognizable and surely they’d be suspicious if I came back incognito.

>Threaten him to show Snickers his wares *Mental Integration*
>With a smile, anyone can play to the clown’s tune *Fellowship*
>Then Snickers will take his business somewhere else *Authority*

>>4612255
>With a smile, anyone can play to the clown’s tune *Fellowship*

All attention is good attention my man, who wouldn't wanna buy electronics from the same guy the fuckin robot is buyin em from.

>>4612255
>With a smile, anyone can play to the clown’s tune *Fellowship*

>>4612255
>With a smile, anyone can play to the clown’s tune *Fellowship*
Clowning around initialize

>>4612255
>With a smile, anyone can play to the clown’s tune *Fellowship*

Shame our authority skill isn't so high. That was fun to use last quest.

Fellowship
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“Come now, friend.” I said while drifting his hand off my back and patting him on the back, “You going to shove off little ol’ me?”

“Considering you are some sort of abomination I really am considering it.”

“Uck! That hurts my mechanical heart!” I said while gripping my chest and trying my best to give him a smile, “Truly you are a vicious man who does not value all his customers equally.”

“Of course I do.” He said with a vicious folding of the brow, “You are just not a customer.”

“What if I am?”

“...”

“And what if you become known for the man who gave Robots their vices? Would not one be curious why a Robot visited you for them?” I said while now directing him towards his stall, “Why I would be dying for some god damn cigs.”

“Does your cigs even work?” The man asked while getting behind the stall.

“Kinda, I need lots of em though.” I admitted with a small laugh.

[Fellowship Success]

“Well you came to the right place.” The man said while taking out a small wooden box and placing it between us, “This here some Kabatchan Cigars, made from the Listar Plant.”

“I’m a roboticist not a Biologist my man.” I said while looking at the cigars, “Whats so special about these?”

“They are filled to the brim with nicotine, many health experts say that they are quite bad on the lungs. Since you are a Robot though, you probably would like them more.”

“Interesting, how much?”


“100 Creds.” He answered with a smile.

Thats a good chunk of change for cigars, but these days I have been saving money on loads of things. Since I not longer ate food, the only thing I have regularly been paying for is cigs. This here, even if its more expensive, means I might be able to manage my habit instead of becoming a literal chimney.

I took a few more glances towards the other things he had about, ranging from guns to Ecstasy medication. Those were of course 500 creds and 50 respectively. Judging from the look of things, he might have something good for melee in the back if I ask him, at an affordable price.

>Ask the Cigars
>Some Ecstasy please
>A melee weapon would be great
>See if we can get that gun for a cheaper price *Fellowship*

>>4612744
>>Ask the Cigars

>>4612744
>Ask for the Cigars
probably the most important thing for us, our next priority should probably be looking for some useful tools or supplies for making new augs.

>>4612744
>Ask the Cigars
We're gonna build our own weapons.

>>4612744
>Ask the Cigars

Cigars
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>Ask the Cigars
Do it!

“Yeah, hand them over.” I said while pressing a few buttons on my Nanotrasen ID. Within a moment a small chip worth 100 creds was placed on the table. The fellow gave me his little box, and damn I could already smell the good stuff from here.

“Now get your damned Mechanical ass out of here. I have other customers who actually have a beating heart.”

“Yeah yeah, I’ll be back if these work.” I said while making my way out of the black market.

It took a while walking through the area, and even if I was tempted I did not open up the box holding the wonderfully powerful nicotine. I also had to try my best to hide these, since I am pretty sure the reason the man was selling them was because they were illegal as hell.

After getting a ride on a train I finally arrived at my home, a small apartment on Nanotrasen’s complexe. If only I was making enough money to afford my own apartment, but honestly I really don’t have a problem with this. Free housing is free housing.

“Welcome home, McSnickers.” I heard from the counter as I walked into the small room, “It seems you have attained some special spices as well.”

“Indeed I have, Weed.” I told the small potted plant while setting my things on the counter, “I take it no one attempted to break into my house as of yet?”

“You are correct, they have not even come by for inspection either.” The Weed said while moving his vines on the box, “Are we going to get these out?”

“Sure, a celebration for their arrival. Though after I want to keep these closed, since these did cost me 100 creds.” I said while popping the box open.

With a swiftness in my hand I handed the plant a cigar and myself one as well. With a cheap lighter, I lit both of them so that we could enjoy ourselves a little. With a deep breath I felt the nicotine hit my system and I could actually fell the shit stay there for once in my robotic life.

“Damn this shit is good.”

“Indeed it is.” He hummed.

Ah, it's been about two weeks since our little extersion in the space station, one hell of a shift at that. Actually, now that I thought about it, they said it was going to be two weeks till I get a new assignment.

>Bullshit with the plant
>Scheme out what will be the aims of the next shift *Discuss amongst yourselves*
>What the fuck is the life of a plant.

>>4613204
>Bullshit with the plant

>>4613204
>Bullshit with the plant
If the plant is smoking any chance of us seeing MacArthur again?

>>4613204
>Bullshit with the plant

>>4613204
>>Bullshit with the plant
Some celebration IS in order.

Bullshit with a plant.
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>>4613250

“So I got a question for ya.” I started after a puff of smoke, “How the hell did you get so big earlier, yet you are still so small here.”

“I… cannot say Snickers.” The Plant admitted after his own puff, “I believe they were talking about a growth stimulator and supplement. Though I could have misheard them in that regard.”

“I guess that makes sense, those Botonist are kinda nuts in my honest opinion.” I answered while shaking my head, “Say, think I will ever see the general again?”

“Oh, MacArthur?” The plant asked with a small laugh, “You probably can, though we need to fix a few things first.”

Feeling this was going to be a modest explanation I took a long drag of smoke, “Explain.”

“From what we have experienced earlier, you will somehow stop your body from eliminating the chemicals we put into it. That way, my properties can influence your body.”

“You are pretty intelligent for a plant.” I said with a small chuckle, “But hell are you right.”


“I am only like this because my creator felt if I am sentient, I should be smarter than most beings.” The plant said while balancing the cigar within his leaves.

As he finished the sounds of a ring came from my PDA which was sitting on the counter next to the Weed. I gave him a look, to which he simply nodded and picked it up, “One moment…. It says you are to head out in three days. You are assigned to the SS Frontier and are assigned the job Roboticist.”

“Oh they were not joking. Orders did in fact come through!” I laughed, “Anything else?”


“They are just requesting if you are fine with the job selection, though there is nothing here asking if you are okay accepting the ship.”

“Why, is the station a problem?”

“I cannot say, I have heard my creator saying that the stations are always derlect and tend to explode.”

“That explains my health insurance plan.”

“And that would be?”

“Cloning.” I laughed while shaking my head.

>Accept the request
>Discuss if you want to look into a different position.
>Maybe it would be wise to search up the station you are heading to.

>>4613524
>Accept the request
The robotic roboticist.

>>4613524
>Accept the request

>>4613524
>Maybe it would be wise to search up the station you are heading to.

I dont think we have much of a choice, or if those choices are better. But its probably good to know what we are getting into.

Yeah, I assumed as much but wanted to check.
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>>4613693

“Alright then, sounds like I’ll be out of here soon.” I said while picking up the PDA and sending my acceptance message.

“Indeed, I wish you good luck on your travels towards the stars above.” The Weed said while giving a soft chuckle, “Hopefully this time you do not get yourself in such a dire situation.”

“That would be a hope wouldn’t it.” I answered while getting my things together, “Cigs, ID, PDA, Tool Belt. That's about everything I need at the start. Though what do I do about you?”


“I would rather not go into space if that can be helped.” My Weed answered with a shaking of the head, “When I grow big enough I will have the ability to grant you Saplings to take on your travels.”

“Saplings? So that's how you survived.”

“Indeed, it seems my genome induces a Hive Mind to my children. I will grant you one of those later in my life.”

“Cool, I would not mind having a friend traveling with me across the commonwealth.” I laughed while putting all my things on the counter next to the door, “So I take it you will be fine here?”

“I can get water for myself, and the occasional sun is enough to stimulate my growth.”

“Cool, well I guess I’m off to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.”

“Indeed it will be, McSnickers."

The loud roar of engines roared in my ear as the shuttle finally left Central Command. I went through the standard procedure, scanning one’s body and being given our assignments. Since the travel over was going to be a long one, I got out my piece of paper and started looking over it.

Objectives

Build and Test Ripley Mech Unit
Create 4 Cyborg Servants
Build and Test AI Unit (Do not link it up to the network)

An AI, the mother fuckers expect me to work on an AI?

Ugh, I could only rub my head at whatever stupidity has come into my superiors. Then again I will probably have a friend in my fellow Robotics researcher. Though from just my local area I could not really see the fellow. However, from just my rudimentary look I could see the station Clown always playing tricks and who I guess are the engineers of the station.

>Go search for your fellow Roboticist
>Meet the Clown, as why not
>Engineers, just to get a feel for them
>Go stalk the bridge, as a true crewmember does.

>>4613923
>Go search for your fellow Roboticist

>>4613923
>Engineers, just to get a feel for them
Maybe we can get some pointers on how Singuloth works

>>4613923
>Go search for your fellow Roboticist

First steps first I guess, the AI shouldn't be to hard to make. Besides getting the brain for it

Roboticist
>>4613985
>>4614032

Engineering
>>4613988

Alright, really I need to talk to my fellow. So I took off the belt that was around my waist and got onto my feet.

Honestly the shuttle I was riding was something a little odd, but it was also like the one I had arrived on earlier. There was no section or area that we were separated by, except for the bridge that held the members of command. Such a state was more harmful to my search for my ally in crime than anything else.

[Mental Integration: Failed]

“God damn it, where is he.” I murmured as I felt a sting of irritation coming.

“You are looking quite inquisitive, McSnickers.”

“Guh!” I felt my mechanics jam up as I turned around and saw a plan looking man. However I quickly realized that the man was dressed like someone from a few eras ago, “D-detective?”

“Indeed, Detective Lawrence.” The man said while reaching his hand out for a shake.

“McSnickers, Roboticist.” I said while meeting the humans handshake, “Though you already read my ID didn’t you?”

“It is simply a Talent I got from a long time working.” He laughed while shaking his head, “Still, did you lose something? Looking for someone?”

“Y-yes officer.” I said while scratching the back of my metallic head, “I am looking for my fellow Roboticist.”

“Your fellow huh?” The man took out his PDA and made a few clicks on the system, “A Mr. John Doe, quite the generic name. Maybe he looks so generic that you cannot find him.”

“That is… the stupidest thing I have heard Detective.” I announced to the man.

“You are correct, but it is something we detectives need to think about.” He laughed while grabbing a wall, “Here we are.”

[Mental Integration: Failed]

The only real warning I had was the sudden flickering of the light. With the moment given, I grabbed a wall as the shuttle came to its abbrupt stop. Several people, just as myself, were sent to the ground as I heard the Detective laugh.

“Welcome to the SS Frontier, enjoy your stay.”

“Looks like we are heading to work. Good luck out there.” The detective said while hitting my back.

>Head straight to work
>Go visit the Auxiliary Toolshed for some extra ‘tools’
>Go visit a department for some extra things *Which department and why?*

>>4614560
Sorry for the late update, I got distracted.

>>4614560
>Go visit the Auxiliary Toolshed for some extra ‘tools’

>>4614560
>Go visit the Auxiliary Toolshed for some extra ‘tools’

Gather some extra 'Tools'
>>4614584
>>4615033

First things first I must make sure I have everything I need. Those things include a few items meant to help me defend myself against the numerous traitors I am likely to meet. Yeah that might be a fatalistic view of things but one should be prepared.

So as the variety of people traveled towards their workstations I instead took a small diversion into the small hall of tools. Honestly I noticed this place earlier, but by the Omnissiah I did not know what to do. However with a little bit of education under my belt I am able to make a few more educational decisions.

First of those decisions is of course to get my hands on a multitool and some gloves. Those things are going to keep me just that little bit more safe when interacting with my electronics and people’s guts.

“Hey, you actually have a job why are you here?” I turned to see a person dressed up as an Assistant giving me a raised brow.

“I just need some extra things, like this wire and a multitool.” I said while putting those things into my pocket, “Is that a problem?”

“A problem, you need to leave shit for the rest of us.” He bickered.

“This is a public space.” I answered the silly man, “I can grab whatever tools I want.”

“Just… hand me that multitool real quick.”

I gave a sigh, knowing that really there was not problem with it. So I tossed the fellow the device, and quickly he popped open a small control panel and got to work.

“Oi, I’m pretty sure what you are doing is going to get us in trouble.” I told the fool as he started testing a bunch of wires.

“No you won’t, only I would.” He said before getting a big smile and taking out a crowbar, “And open!”

[Technology: Success]

I heard as the airlock gave, revealing a room filled with tools. I noted among the things were several things I could use to make weapons. Though, if I took them, there might be the chance it bites me in the ass later. I would just need to make one hell of an excuse if Security found me with em.

>Grab the parts to make a Flame Thrower
>Maybe a stun baton would be the best.
>Better not anger the men meant to save you

>>4615309
>Maybe a stun baton would be the best.
Something simple

>>4615309
>Maybe a stun baton would be the best.
Just make sure to hold it the right way!

>>4615309
>Maybe a stun baton would be the best.
Stun knuckles for new robo hand.

>>4615309
>Maybe a stun baton would be the best.
Can we make stun gloves? Or is this dark ancient forbidden technology

Stun Baton
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>>4615451
>>4615617 - You guys are like, in the age before the age of darkness.

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Since the opportunity gave itself to me I went into the room. The room from my guess was supposed to act as engineering’s auxiliary supply post, as there were wires, chips, and more importantly an igniter. These things, if I was lucky, would be enough to create a small shocking tool that could take down a fully grown man.

“Alright, man, give me my Miltitool.” I told the assistant while standing in the doorway.

“Fine fine, I already know the wires.” He answered while tossing the device over to me.

With that finished I made my way down the long hallway. Already I could see several people at work, making sure to do a good job. Or atleast I think they would, but some odd things were being spoken on the radio.

“Attention Crew, none of the engineers seem to know how to set up a Super Matter.”

“You don’t need to say that out loud CE.”

“A proper shaming is what you deserve, you dumbasses.”

I could only scratch my head at what was being said. For some reason however I had the bad feeling that something really dumb was going to happen, and I would not really be able to prevent it.

Soon I arrived at my work place, and lookie here it was my fellow roboticist.

Looking the man over, he was almost exactly how the Detective guessed. Plainest looking man I I have ever seen in my entire life. Sans that, nothing remarkable was about him. Though I could not help but feel that has to be something underneath that plain look.

Since we are going to buddies here I decided to approach him, “Hello there friend, we will working together. Names McSnicker Dickerson.”

“Oh, h-hello there.” The man was not timid, but instead could not match my gaze, “I am, uh, John Doe.”

I could not help but raise a brow, “You doing okay there friend? By chance you got a stash that we can dig into.”

“N-No I do not have anything illegal on me.” He said as if he was a rapid fire gun, “D-do you?”

“Then I guess we are not telling eachother.” I said while getting out my list, “Ready to work?”

“Well, maybe-no.” He said before going for the exit, “I need to go, uh, piss and defecate.”

And like that the fellow left me through the door. He is… very fucking odd.

>Why not follow him
>Start work on the AI
>Begin Testing on the Augmetic
>Make the Hand of Stunning

>>4615760
>Begin Testing on the Augmetic

>>4615760
>>Begin Testing on the Augmetic
He seems fine to me.

Test the Augmentations!
>>4615784
>>4615858

“Does not matter, I guess.” I said while shaking my head while taking out a small disk, “Lets just get this done and over with.”

With a determination in my movement I took out the disk and placed it into the Exosuit Fabricator, the machine’s interface not very welcoming in my opinion. However, that does not matter, as I was able to get the machine to read my disk and release to me a normal size arm.

“Blessings of the Omnissiah upon me, I shall get to work.” And with that I took out a small screwdriver and started to get to work.

Since I was more machine than man, there are some perks that come up. For one, I realized that I can easily remove various body parts and replace them with a counterpart. So with a small gritting of my, well, ‘teeth’ I took a screw driver to my arm.

First the covering on top where my shoulder would be was removed, revealing a series of bolts under wires. Of course the first thing I needed to do was regulate the wires, so a little work with the Multitool fixed that right up. Finally, I got to the bolts that were holding it in place.

“Fucking…” I shook my head as I wielded the wrench above the final one, “Blessings upon the Omnissiah, I shall commit the, uh, rite of removal I think.”

With a turning of the wrench my right arm fell onto the ground, though I was surprisingly not in any pain. Still, losing an arm like this is kinda unnerving the more I think about it.

“Hehe, well time to get my next one on.” I said while readying my wrench.

I laid down on the ground for this one, thus giving me a good chance to start. First I arranged the arm in place, the soft clicking of minor locks ringing in my ear. Next I once again took the wrench and screwed in the series of small bolts that held the limb in place.

Once that was finished, I went straight for the series of wires that gave me motorization. As I connected them I could feel the limb come alive, though something felt a little off about it. Still, I got the limb fixed in and the covering placed upon it.

A little stretching of the hand seemed to go alright, through something was off about it. It was as if I did not really have control of the unit.

>>While picking these, come up with how you would do these tests. Later on I want to just give you all a prompt and you figure it out yourself.

>Try a hand pressure test
>See how much this arm can lift
>Look into its ability to throw stuff.

>>4615982
>Try a hand pressure test
It's the most important test.

>Starting with something like a stress ball for motor control. Move on to trying to squeeze a rubber tire for upper pressure limit. Then squeeze something as delicate as an egg but equally as unimportant to see how control is.

>>4615993
+1
adding up using jellys and other fluids

>>4615982
Backing >>4615993

>>4615982
"It was as if I did not really have control of the unit."
Hmm, is this a slave arm? Did the Magos include a control relay. That would be a pretty heretic thing to do Sir Magos.

How well can this limb control hand pressure
>>4615993
>>4616005
>>4616152

Suspicion will soon be justified.

Also, remember to use greentext. All I ask if you support something is to do this:
> +1

Alright, first things first we should probably test out the hand pressure first. If things work out how they are suppose to, this machine should give me a near invincible grip upon the item of my choosing.

First things first is to try it on a stress ball, which in turn became a small plushie. Really these were the resources I am forced to resort to, by the Omnissiah I wish we were given actual stress balls here.

With a sigh I took out a Universal Record, clicking the record button with my opposing hand.

“Test one of Hand Pressure, testing to see if the hand can collapse upon a small stress plushie. Testing engaged…” With a thought the hand collapsed upon the stuffed animal, and almost as expected I watched as the toy exploded in a shower of confetti.

“Test finished, the plushie has… exploded.” I really could not believe my words as I shook my head, “Next test, we will be using a tire.”

The tire was honestly not very hard to get, as the Autolave over in the main science area had just enough plastic to make it. Still, I kinda feel a little silly just using it out of the blue but who else was going to use it, medical?

“Test two of hand presssure, testing to see strength compared to a full rubber tire to see what will happen.”

With a thoughts the hand struck, sinking deeply into the tire as it did so. It easily cleaved into it, tearing through most of it and making contact with itself on the other side.

“Performance is similar to the stress plushie, but as expected it did not explode. Releasing it... now?”

I gave the mental command to the arm, but the damn thing was not giving me any release from the tire. Fucking thing… was it just not wanting to respond or was there some bigger issue at hand.

>Try and mess with the electronics to release it.
>Give it one hell of a knock to restart
>Mind over Machine, it will obey!
>Maybe the Machine Spirits are acting up.

>>4616327
>>Mind over Machine, it will obey!
We must reach an UNDERSTANDING

>>4616327
>Maybe the Machine Spirits are acting up.
It is mechanicus tech after all.

>>4616327
>>Maybe the Machine Spirits are acting up.

>>4616327
>Maybe the Machine Spirits are acting up.

The Machine Spirit!
>>4616358
>>4616365
>>4616445

It should obey man!
>>4616342

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“Its the machine spirit…” I said while taking a few looks over my arm.

Indeed that makes the most amount of sense, as this is Mechanicus technology. The point of me getting this wasn’t to just test it, but instead to learn how to handle a vicious machine spirit.

“Ugh, due to technical difficulties I am turning off the recording. Tesing will resume once I have fixed the issue with my augmetic.” I said before clicking the stop button upon the recorder.

I took in and out a breath, this was going to be really bothersome. Doubly so that I know only the barest of Rituals and Rites. I might as well be a pebble trying to understand space travel, it's just not practical to think about. It just needs to be done.

“So, what will you do?” I asked the machine with a small burning in my voice.

As if like a temperamental cat, reluctantly released the tire from its death grip and gave a dangerous huming. Then within the next moment the machine acted up, throwing itself forward in upstraight as if it was fucking worshipping someone. I could only click my tongue as I realized I didn't really have control over it, and began to think of what the hell I can do!

Simply put, I do not know the practices of the Mechanicus. That much I already realized. However I would need to learn somehow. So I need to lay out where the hell can I appease this damn hitlerbot!

First I might have a chance with the disk. I did notice there were a couple of files next to it, and one of them might be a manual on the rituals relating to this machine. The only issue is that did they give me all I needed, or did that Magos think it better for me to learn on my own.

Second of course would be go to the Chapel, though I don’t know if the Chaplain on this ship is really a Tech Priest. Honestly its kinda a 50-50 shot of that being the case, and hell I do not want to deal with a Space Christian with my hand acting like this.

Third, and lastly, I go see who the hell is in Engineering. That Chief Engineer seemed like an ass, but honestly I was told by Radium the Tech Priest usual hang out in Engineering when not in Robotics.

Omnissiah bless me, for I have one hell of a trial ahead of me.

>Read the Disk
>Head to the Chaplain
>Time to get yelled at by some ass.

>>4616803
>Read the Disk
Well, lets check the disk first. We can also check our PDA and see what the chaplains name is, might give us an idea

>>4616803
>Read the Disk

>>4616803
>Read the Disk
if all else fails we can oil the son of a bitch?

>>4617007
Ah, the Omnissiah's Blessed Bodily Broth. Yes, Oil that sunnabitch.

Read the disk!!
>>4616818
>>4616830
>>4617007

Since I really had only one hand to operate things with, it was becoming quite a bit bothersome having to operate machinery. However I am still able to complete the task, even if it means doing everything with my left hand.

The disk went into the computer with ease. A few clicks got me to the screen with two folders. One was labeled ‘Prosthetic Arm 232’ and the other was Labeled ‘Read Me’. I would have slapped my face really fucking hard if it was not for my hand being made of metal. With a few clicks I was in the file.

[Hello, initiate. You are wise to have searched the device given to you by Me.]

Somehow I could hear a mechanical chuckle coming from the back of my mind.

[You have already proven yourself able, attaching our creation upon you. Though based on system files you are currently reading this after installation. First rule, do not attach random machinery to your mortal body without making sure it would not function like 232 or forget to read the divine ‘Read Me’.]

“Why does it feel like he is speaking to me now. Does he put every initiate through this.” I began to think about it a little more, “This fucker… he was tricking me the moment I walked into his temple.”


[Now though you must learn to appease the Machine Spirits, as unless you have a strong enough will to tame a Mecha your arm shall disobey you. First you must attain the oils as to lubricate the systems, appeasing those that rest in the joints. Second, you must attain the incense necessary to better connect your mind to the spirits.]

[After you complete those, your mind and the spirits will truly work together. However you must realize the Rite of Synchronization, which you will need to figure out yourself.]

[Biology Success]

“So basically another groceries list. Incense comes from plants, so I might be able to ask botony for some help there. As for the Oil, I guess Chemistry? Why I do not have any oil here is something I do not understand.”

Then again, there is always the chance I just brute force my way through this. He did allude it was possible, just very hard to pull off.

>Go get the Incense (Increase Religion)
>The Holy Promethium shall be first (Increase Religion)
>The Spirits shall obey me! (Increase Mental Integration)

>>4617262
We were religion centric last several quest. So it makes sense not to do it again.

BUT FUCK THAT! MEME ON QM!

>The Holy Promethium shall be first (Increase Religion)

>>4617262
>The Holy Promethium shall be first (Increase Religion)

>>4617262
>incense and oil to appease machine spirits
can we use sentient weed and space lube in the future for that?

Holy Promethium it is!
>>4617268
>>4617282
>>4617342

“First, the Holy Promethium.” I confirmed to myself while getting out of my little hole in the station.

Things seemed to be going modestly, but really I would not know. The sounds of men running from one area to the other was coming into my ears. Taking a moment I decided to listen a little bit to the radio.

ATTENTION CREW:
Due to Climate Change, numerous rats have made it aboard your station. Be careful as they might eats your wires.

Captain: “Well thats not too bad. Engineering do you think we can kill them?”

CE: “Maybe if my department was not incompetant! I think two of them are already missing.”

Paramedic: “I’m trying to get as many of them as I can.”

Captain: “New orders, no one travel the Maintenance alone. Security is currently trying to figure out the current issue.”

Interesting, if I do say, but none of it is my concern.

Soon I arrived in medical, to where the Chemist was hanging out the window looking quite dry towards me, “Need anything, sir?”

“Yes I want some oil.” I answered the man.

“Give me a moment.” He went off to the side and started messing with a machine.

I waited, nothing much happening from the offset as I waited. Sometimes I would want to have my Weed here, but the poor fellow was still in need of growing just that little bit more. However as I waited here the speakers across the station went off.

ATTENTION: We are now on Code Blue. Officers are allowed to have weapons out and all crew members are subject to search.

“Heres your oil.” The Chemist said while sliding me a beaker full.

>Head Back to the Roboticist Workspace, something here is wrong.
>Go get some incense from Botany
>Maybe the Chaplain would have some
>Another activity while you are out?

>>4617686
>>Go get some incense from Botany

>>4617686
>Go get some incense from Botany

>>4617686
>Go get some incense from Botany
Also, it seems like something more serious is going on than just a bunch of rats in Maintenance.
Unless its the other kind of rats they are talking about, the ones with cyberswords we met on previous station.
Watch your back.

>>4617686
>Head Back to the Roboticist Workspace, something here is wrong.

Botany
>>4617695
>>4617710
>>4617716

Robotics
>>4617746

“Thank you friend.” I said to the man while walking out of the medical department.

Of course it was not much of a walk towards Botany, just a little ways down the hall on the left. Soon enough I was standing at Botany’s desk waiting for someone to come over and say hi. I did not need to wait too long, as the door opened up to reveal a staunch looking man who looked drab as all hell.

“Hello there, uh.” I scratched my cheek as I thought about what to say, “I’m looking to get myself some Incense. Would you by chance have any?”


“Incense?” The man said with a big yawn, “I am working on something close. Give me like, half a day.”

“Ugh, yeah I can wait.” Honestly while I would like to take care of the arm now, it seems that the will of the Omnissiah is against me here.

“Good, I will send you a message when it is ready.” And like that the door once again shut in my face.

I guess my last Botonist was much better than this fellow, as damn tired. Then again, maybe he has yet to get his ‘kick’ if the previous fellow is anything to go by.

I was about to make my way towards the workshop when I heard a little bit of running behind me, “Halt there, Roboticist!”

I turned to see an officer, his glasses with a slight red light on them. I could already feel my stomach turn as I saw him weidling a baton. Said Baton was now pointed towards me.

“Anything you need, officer?” I dared asked the man.

“Yes, I ask that you come with me. You are under arrest, failure to comply will result in your beating.”

“Whoa there dude!” I called out to the officer while raising my hands, “I done nothing!”

“I did not ask.” He answered while clicking on his baton.

>Try and Robust him
>Declare he can search your things, and thats it
>Run for the workshop, the Officer wont have access there!
>Go with him, better be quick.

Of course, as always, describing what can be done helps you guys. Such as what weapon you will robust him with.

>>4618156
>Declare he can search your things, and thats it

>>4618156
Remind me was stun Batton electricity based or something else? Are our parts insulated?

>>4618217
That's the worst option. We are carrying a stun Batton.

>>4618156
>Try and Robust him
Stun Batton. We're taking the dumb think back for maintenance.

>>4618237
fuck I forgot that

changing to this
>>4618156
>Try and Robust him

>>4618156
>>Try and Robust him
Stun baton, fart on face, run.

Fucking throw a small bit of oil on it's optic sensors and then Stun Batton. Make it blind due to sensory overload. Maybe that counts as lubing too.

I would say you guys did not make the baton yet. You just have the things for it.

>>4618414
>Ok. . . Oil slick him!

>>4618156
>Run for the workshop, the Officer wont have access there!
>Oil slick

Try to robust him
>>4618382
>>4618398
>>4618664

Allow him to go
>>4618217

“Hmm, how about no.” I said while reaching into my bag and quickly taking out the beaker of oil.

“Fine, we do it the hard way.” He said before charging at me.

[Mental Integration: Failed Successfully]

I went to drop some oil on the floor, you know, enough that I would still be able to treat the machine spirits within my arm. However I only realized a moment later that the hand holding it was my right.

A moment later, the arm threw the beaker of oil right into the fellow’s face, the guard falling on his back with a crash.

“Alright, SHIT!” And with that I ran like hell down the hallway, making my way to my workshop.

“Attention, I got a runner! One of the Robotcist gave me a face full of oil!”

FUCK!

However I was lucky, as thanks to my little use of oil I got enough ground to close the door behind me. The soft clicking of the door rang behind me, giving me a moment’s respite from what I am pretty sure it going to be one hell of a problem here later.

“YOU BASTARD!” Of course my breather was shortlived as the guard came into my reception room, bashing his baton on the glass, “You are to let me in right now or I will use lethal force!”

[Mental Integration: Success]

“No you won’t!” I yelled as I looked around the room. I remember Kazreich using it once before, and just as I remember there was the panic button. With a click of it the shutters came down and I could no longer see the damned officer.

Fucking shit… what the hell am I going to do?

>Quickly build the AI so it can take over the station
>Throw yourself into the Garbage disposal
>Build the Shock Glove
>Time to bring back the ol’ shotgun arm.

>>4618990
>Build the Shock Glove

>>4618990
>Build the Shock Glove
>And maybe get in contact with the station head.

>>4618990
>Build the Shock Glove
well that was quick

>>4618990
>Build the Shock Glove
We are gonna need to do something about being a wanted criminal

>>4618990
>Build the Shock Glove
Remember, disposals is an easy way out, but they can camp the exit by Cargo, or send us to the Incinerator room. Latter is going to be hard to escape if we have no maint access (which is the case for Roboticists by default) unless radstorm causes us to be able to do so. In the event of that, maint will have everybody else alive and active camping in there too, which means we gotta be real sneaky. If we cannot escape the Incinerator, either somebody will disposals themselves to reach us and take us on, get to us through maint and take us on, or space carp will show up and break in from space to eat us alive.

Build the Shock Glove!
>>4619011
>>4619027
>>4619031
>>4619040
>>4619244

“Damn it damn it!” I quickly dumped my backpack onto the table before me. I have no idea what the fuck I am doing. No, scratch that, I kinda know what I am doing. The only issue is that it requires me to do somethign really, really dumb.

I need to mess with Mechanicus Tech.

First off just being able to stun a man requires me to get a charge. I know there is a large charge of electricity going through my system, but not enough of it will be going to my hand. With that thought in mind, I need to somehow get that charge without breaking my charging systems.

Thus the only tech around I can mess with is my arm.

With a screwdriver I ripped open the covering. With my hand I pried open the small and suspicious container where all my wires are stuck. Now was the time I began the work.

“Oh machine spirits, forgive me for what I am to do!”

First I started applying more wires, routing numerous wires to the hand. Second I prepared the numerous bits I grabbed, applying them to my hand.

“OPEN THIS NOW YOU DUMBASS! IF WE NEED TO BRING THE CAPTAIN HERE YOU WILL DIE!”


“Fuck off!” I yelled back while getting the final wire in place. I took the moment to light myself a Cigar, since my nerves were already pilling up. Fucking hell if this messes up I might as well be fucked up the ass.

“Captain the Roboticist is in Robotics. I need you to open the door so we can apprehend him!”

Alright, taking a look around there are really three, no, four ways this can go. First is that I throw myself in the Garbage and hope no one notices me as I escape. God knows where it goes, but it might be better than here.

Second of course is to run into Science itself. I don’t think they have me surrounded yet, and I might be able to convince some people to help me hide.

Third I go and bash Security’s face in. How long that will work, I do not know.

Lastly, I run into maintenance since there is a maintenance door right there. If I am lucky, I can run through that and disappear. Though whatever is in the Maintenance this time Omnissiah only knows.

>Garbage
>Sci
>Fight
>Maintenance

>>4619701
>Maintenance

>>4619701
>Maintenance
We'll have to hunt the traitor ourselves won't we?

>>4619701
>>Maintenance

>>4619701
>Maintenance

Maintenance it is!
>>4619712
>>4619725
>>4619744
>>4619809

I weighed my options, but at last there was really only one. I think it is probably very obvious that I was framed in some way, and that the real traitor is currently making their way through the station. Is it killing people or something like that, I could not know, but at the very least I need to find them and give them justice!

Before leaving I took a glimpse around my work place, taking note of all the things I am leaving behind. My old arm, the surgical supplies, and the crate that was likely for another project. While I will not have the chance now, I might come back to get the things that are currently in storage.

So I prepared myself, snuffing out the Cigar that was in my mouth and pressed the button to enter maintenance.

“THis is your….”

I could hear his call as I ran into the bellow of the station, the warmth of machines running against my mechanical body. I could feel my power dwindling as I crossed through, but I would not dare turn on a light as of yet.

I settled with locking myself in a locker, my ear pressed against the door.

…

…

…

There was no sound of foot steps or anything, no pursuers to come and rip me a new one. No they were probably finally opening my workshop, finding that I fled. Though would they be smart enough to think I fled for the maintenance, or try my co-workers for any information I could not say.

I just hope I-

“help… me”

My robotic ears were granted more power as I caught wind of something I should not have. What followed next was of a man suffocating, and something very very… monstrous.

>Go investigate the incident
>Run away from the man being killed
>Stay here, hidden from all passersby

>>4619942
>Go investigate the incident
Well, we can't just leave him can we?

>>4619942
>Go investigate the incident

>>4619942
>Go investigate the incident

>>4619942
>Go investigate the incident
Be a bro and save people from dying. Any real spessman's duty

>>4619942
>Go investigate the incident

You are all daring men.
>>4619949
>>4619989
>>4620040
>>4620053
>>4620271

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Honestly, it was probably the worst situation to find myself in. Being a wanted man and hearing a crime being committed is not the best thing to come out. However, I cannot leave a man to die without at least putting my best foot forward for this.

And by best foot I mean sneaky foot.

So I opened the locker, with darkness as my cover against onlookers. The sounds of strangulation meant that whatever was happening was not stopping. That also meant I would see whatever was causing that deadful sound.

Down the hall, my light now coming form the star filled space. With that, I was able to see a small opening off to the side. From the looks of things, it was a Maintenance door that was not closed. That monstrous sound however was getting ever so louder, and I think something was about to happen.

When I turned the corner, the first thing I saw was what I first thought to be two men ontop of one another. Of course that would have already been a crime, but the man ontop was something I never knew existed.

His neck and face were both distorted, the mouth ripped open as if it was some kind of fleshy covering. It looked to have several limbs, each of which slowly moving to hold down the man.

“Please please no!” The man beneath barely called out.

“No, I require your DNA, human.” It spoke just like a person would, “Now, be silent so I can finish eating.”

The ripped mouth soon expanded, revealing a tube the size of an arm. I could feel my organic heart racing as I watched it, however only thanks to my mechanical body that no sound was made to alert it to my presence.

“Bone Appetite.” And like that the creature striked the poor fellow with the grotesque thing, right into the head.

Head of Security: “Attention Crew, we have confirmed Changelings on Board.”

>Give the fucker a big ass punch!
>Run, this thing is fucking freaky.

>>4620345
>Give the fucker a big ass punch!
Time to charge

>>4620345
>Give the fucker a big ass punch!
>Grab the tube with our free hand and punch whatever it's connected to until it breaks off.

>>4620345
>>Give the fucker a big ass punch!
R O B U S T
O
B
U
S
T

Well, atleast this is going to be like my other quests where death is never the end. This time it wont be God, but Science!
>>4620373
>>4620443
>>4620445

I know that I am about to do is very dangerous, but honestly can anyone blame me for wanting to help my fellow man out? No they would not, as even the mechanicus frowns upon losing the lives of your fellow worker.

[Mental Integration: Fail]

So I broke from my cover, the sounds of my metalic pistons activating carried throughout the chamber. In an instant the creature looked up to see me, his tube quickly retracting while readying its numerous limbs.

“Tsk, it seems we have an intruder. And you are a machine too, that will not help me.” He answered before widening himself for an attack.

“Get away from him you damned monster!” I cried out as I ran at him with my fist activated.

[Weapon Skill: Partial Success]

I was able to cross the gap without much issue, the sound of my fist making contact with the monster’s flesh ringing in my ear. In the next moment I watched as the electricity escaped my hand, delivering a massive shock through out of the entire thing’s body.

“AGH! It burns!” It cried as the electricity coursed through its body.

In the next moment however the creature’s limbs all moved, imbedding themselves into my metallic shell. I could hear the metal being rendered as I was soon thrown away from the creature.

“Igsolent creature! I did not want to use this yet!” It yelled as its limbs soon changed, forming a blade made from bone and blood.

Alright, first thing is that its obvious that I might have given my glove too much power. I could already tell that I am likely going to be out of power if this fight continues for any longer, and I am pretty sure that means I just die.

Though at this rate I am wondering what this creature before me will do, and if I can even out run it. However, there is the chance I can lead it to somewhere bad for it.

>Continue the fight, surely dealing real damage will defeat it.
>Run for it, try to lose it in the maze of Maintenance
>Run towards Robotics, where there might be officers waiting.

>>4620970
>Run for it, try to lose it in the maze of Maintenance
We should yell over comms as well, and uhhhh, maybe hide

>>4620970
>Run for it, try to lose it in the maze of Maintenance

>>4620970
>Run towards Robotics, where there might be officers waiting.

>>4620970
>Run towards Robotics, where there might be officers waiting.
This will be one hell of a way to clear our name.

We need another vote or it's auto fail.

>>4621216
Indeed, someone break the tie. Do you trust Security to not be assholes or simply try to lose the beast.

>>4621268
I plan to just dump the beast on security. They have guns. Killing station threats is their job.

>>4620970
>Run towards Robotics, where there might be officers waiting.

Robotics
>>4621017
>>4621123
>>4621323

Maintence
>>4620978
>>4620981

Seeing as I was more or less fucked in any way I went, there was really only one way to do things. That thing was to lead the stupid monster on a chance!

“Come you stupid bastard! You can’t kill a fool like me.”

[Fellowship: Success]

“YOU WILL DIE FOR THAT!” It yelled while quickly crossing the distance between us.

So I gunned for it, seeing as I was going to be slaughtered if I stuck around for any bit longer. The sound of its fleshy mass tapping the floor were ringing in my ear as I turned left and right, the feeling of the creature fury right on my ass.

“I WILL MURDER YOU AND USE YOUR CORPSE AS A MEAT PUPPET!”

“I’M A MACHINE YOU IDIOT!”

Soon though I caught sight of my maintenance door, the same one that I escaped through earlier. I felt a sense of elation in my metallic chest, as I was about to make it out of this mess alive!

[Mental Integration: Failure.]

In the next instant I felt a slash right through my back, my mechanical legs were turned into mincemeat. I could see the buttons in front of me as I was sent toppling around it. I turned to see the creature raising its blade and sticking it into my chest.

“You will make a fine edition to my DNA.” He growled while opening his mouth.

It was in a moment like this I reached the mechanicus hand towards the door, my systems screaming that my death was immenient. However, that is not what the arm actually did.

In a moment’s flash, my right arm turned around and slammed the bastard in the face. A large shock went through his face, as I wondered just what the fuck my mechanical arm was doing. However I was not going to look at the Machine Spirit’s gift in the mouth, and quickly turned and pressed the button that opened the door.

“What the- CHANGELING!”

A moment later me and the ling were peppered by laser shots and gun fire.

>The Brig
>The Beast
>The Machine?

>>4621428
>The Brig

>>4621428
>The Machine?

>>4621428
>The Brig

Since this is a pretty big choice that will reflect what happens later, I will let the vote go over night. I'll see if I can update tomorrow morning.

>>4621439
>The Machine?

>>4621428
>The Machine?

>>4621428
>The Brig

>>4621428
>>The Brig

Brig
>>4621618
>>4621889
>>4621927
>>4621439

The Machine
>>4621499
>>4621866
>>4621779

…

…

System Power Detected…

Requesting Damage Report:

Left Leg Missing

Right Leg Missing

Organ Damage Detected
Damage Value: Minor

Heart Restarted…

“GUH!” I took in a deep breath as I jolted from my bed. The memories of my death still running through my mind.

Yeah, I was shot to hell by Security when they saw me with a Changeling. I’d like to tell those fuckers off about what they did, but I cannot really blame them for doing that. However that leaves to the question, where the hell am I?

Looking around I noticed I was sitting in what looked to be a small medical area, with a few first aid kits lining the nearby table. In front of me was what looked to be a chamber of sort, and somehow I knew it was something I did not really want to open.

Sans all that, I noticed also on the table was for some reason my legs. Why they were there I do not know, but atleast I still have my tool belt to actually use them.

However the last thing for me to notice is the cells on the other side of the room, the prisoners of course still being held in them.

So I was in the Brig, at least on the right side of the cell it seems.

>Reattach those legs.
>Call out for some help, and why you are stuck here.
>Maybe there is a little more info to get, listen into the radio

>>4621989
>Maybe there is a little more info to get, listen into the radio

>>4621989
>Maybe there is a little more info to get, listen into the radio

>>4621989
>Maybe there is a little more info to get, listen into the radio

>>4621989
>Reattach those legs

Listen Radio
>>4622110
>>4622216
>>4622226

Legs
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I laid there for a moment, and if Im gonna be honest I would think there’d be a hell of a lot more pain. I mean, come on, I lost my fucking legs and here I can just lay down and think about this shit. Guess being a robot has its benefits, doesn’t it?

Since I wasn’t going to go anywhere anytime soon I decided to just listen to the radio. Luckily, seems there was one blaring commands right at me.

Engineer: “Wiring has been fixed, someone cut the wires.”

Research Director: “Thank you, engineer, tell the CE I will send him a gift later.”

Engineer: “Understoods sir.”

Guard: “Cling has been disposed of. How many does that make?”

Warden: “The Second.”

Clerk: “Attention Crew, whoever wants a plushie come to me! We just got a recent stock!”

Attention Crew: Meteors have been Detected. Please Brace for impact

CE: “By the Omnissiah…”

“Fuck”

“Shit”

“We hate you!”

Guard: “Hey the Roboticist is awake”

Upon hearing that I looked up to see a guard looking at me with a grin on his face. The door before him opened, “So you finally woke up, you feeling alright there?”

“Yeah, I think I am.” I answered while trying to keep the straightest of faces, “I assume you realized I am not a Changeling?”

“Yeah, pretty obvious when you turn into scrap metal instead of fleshy meat.” The Guard laughed while walking in, “I heard however you threw some oil onto Charlie, what was that about?”

>He had it coming for being an asshole
>I don’t trust cops
>Try and skirt the issue.

>>4622637
>He had it coming for being an asshole
>Mention we were on our way to appease the machine spirit on our right arm, which ended up throwing the oil at his face

>>4622637
>In my experience security approaching you while drawing a Batton with glowing red eyes either isn't security or is going to beat you regardless. And I rather earn my brutality like how this exact situation ended up happening.

>>4622660
>>4622966

“Look, he was an asshole to me and I never really had it good with cops.” I answered while shaking my head, “You see, I was just out and about to get some oil to appease the machine spirits when he comes over with glowing red eyes and a lit baton. You tell me if that does not scream police brutality.”

“Ugh, for fucks sake Charlie.” He called out while shaking his head.

As we were talking I noticed a wheelchair coming over, probably the most heavily armed man I have seen driving it. I mean, for crying out loud he was carrying a shot gun on his back, what the hell else was I suppose to say.

However the fellow had a chipper smile, “Oh, you’re awake McSnickers. Got a wheelchair here for you so you can head back to your post.”

“Thank you… Warden?”

“Yup, Warden Jacobs” He laughed while picking up my legs and putting them in a bag, “Medical was kind enough to give us something to get you in.”

“Thank you?” I said while accepting the chair, “Though that does not fix the fact you guys shot and killed me. Is there anything I can get for that?”

“...” The Warden simply sigh, “I do not have the permissions to do that, you much understand. If you desire such a thing, sue the Captain.”

“How the hell am I going to sue the Captain?”

“Find the Lawyer, I think hes at the bar or something.” The Warden said while pushing my wheelchair, “Now lets get you out of here.”

“... Yeah thanks…” I said sarcastically, “I wont be arrested for some stupid shit later.”


“As long as you don’t do stupid shit.” The Warden said before getting me through the door, “Please do not head into maintence, we know there are a few more Changelings left.”

And with that the door was closed behind me.

>Go get the Lawyer to sue
>Get back to arm testing, AE, get Materials together
>Set up the AI
>Build a Mech

>>4623095
>Grab our fucking legs and re-attach them. Then see what organ is damaged.

>>4623122
then
>>4623095
>Set up the AI,
might as well do our job for this shift, research data seems to be static between rounds but hard to come by.

>>4623095
Just have to avoid hooking the AI up. We don't want to accidentally shodan the station.

>>4623095
>Get back to arm testing, AE, get Materials together
Let's appease the arm, he saved us after all, kinda

>>4623095
>Get back to arm testing, AE, get Materials together

Lets keep this lil incident in our back pocket in case we need to call in a lil pressure on the captain.
We also should probably not try and build an AI with an arm that is still doing whatever it wants, that's asking for it to get fucked with. Don't forget that we need to acquire an actual functioning brain, with someone that isn't going to flip out when they get turned into a fuckin digital construct.

>>4623095
>Grab our fucking legs and re-attach them. Then see what organ is damaged.
>Get back to arm testing, AE, get Materials together
Recover ourselves, make progress and make up for lost time

>>4623095
>Grab our fucking legs and re-attach them. Then see what organ is damaged.
>Get back to arm testing, AE, get Materials together
Also,
>we know there are a few more Changelings left
Run some self-diagnostics maybe? Just to be sure no disguised changeling fucked with our systems and shit

Get that AI going!
>>4623122
>>4623127

The Arm
>>4623154
>>4623247
>>4623310
>>4623313

For now, I wont be barking up the Captain’s tree since it would just be a good piece of black mail to use. No instead I need to just get my things together and start getting back to my arm studies.

So with that I made my rounds, this time using my wheelchair to get around. Some people of course looked at me, wondering that the hell happened to me. However I ignored these folk, and instead went around grabbing another beaker of oil. The Chemist did not even bat an eye as I came through this time around, and honestly I don’t blame him.

As for the Botanist…

“What in the name of Space Jesus happened to you!?”

“I had a bad fight with a Changeling.” I told the man with a sigh, “And also got shot up by Security.”

“Damn man, well your Incense is ready.”

“Cool, just…. Hand it here.” I said while reaching my good arm through the window.

The man simply gave me a nod, reaching into his backpack and handing over a series of sticks. With the Incense in hand I happily made my way back to my office, where of course the place was as much of a mess as before. I could not help but notice a little bit of dust gathered on my things, to which I simply sighed in resignation.

“How long have I been out…” I took out my PDA and looked at the date. I was right in worrying, as an entire day seemed to have passed between when I was killed and resuscitated.

With the materials I placed them onto the table, taking my lighter to one of the sticks of incense. Soon the smell covered my entire room, and I could for the first time in a while start to think that little bit more clearly.

Now that I have this arm here, I need to start my work on it. Though how will I go about it?

>Try and integrate one’s self with the machine
>Figure out its workings and move on from there
>Maybe what is not understood, is the concept of an arm.

>>4623629
>Figure out its workings and move on from there

>>4623629
>Figure out its workings and move on from there

>>4623629
>Try and integrate one’s self with the machine

>>4623629
>Maybe what is not understood, is the concept of an arm.

>>4623629
>Maybe what is not understood, is the concept of an arm.
This feels more McSnickers to me

>>4623629
>Maybe what is not understood, is the concept of an arm.

Concept of an Arm
>>4623749
>>4623793
>>4623816

Figure out the workings
>>4623637
>>4623703

Integrate one's self with the machine.
>>4623743

As the smell of spices filled the air, I took out a small rag and began working on the arm. Honestly I could not do any binary things that the real tech-priest were able to do, so the best I could do was enact a series of maintenance on the object while wondering more and more about its making.

It is an arm, a thing meant to help lift and move around objects according to the will of the possessor.

This Mechanical arm that I possess is of course a thing based on that line of thought. Replicated to be similar to the arms of humans, right here would be the bicep and here the tri.

Indeed, even though they preach that we are trying to become closer to machines, it is more apt to say that we are attempting to perfect the human body with technology. Indeed even with my modifications to the machine, the spirits know that their purpose is to lift things. Thus my actions with it assume they always wish to do that.

Thus I decided to lift a small object, and indeed the machine spirits did not complain one bit about it.

However it must also be known that this is not the end aim of the machine spirits. They are to help me operate, the hand at the end built to crush, hold, and now harm others.

Does that mean I changed the reason for the Spirit’s existence?

Actually, what does that mean for myself? My own existence was changed, and while I understand things maybe I have not fully assumed the properties of the machine.

So I took a deep breath of the incense, my mind calming as I did. Reaching into myself, I decided to speak in the language I both do and don’t know.

{Oh Machine Spirits, I ask you, serve this humble servant of the Omnissiah. You shall commit to me the ability to move, lift, and harm objects while I give you service. Does that bode well for you?}

With those words, a tension I knew was between me and the machine slowly laxed itself. I had successfully calmed its spirits.

I seemed to have completed my test.

Religion up!

>Work on the AI
>See how those meteors are fairing against the station
>Build a fuck off mech
>New inventions ho!

>>4623956
>build a big stompy mech

>>4623956
Legs, reattach the bloody legs!

>>4623956
>Legs! Reattach the bloody legs!

>>4623956
>Work on the AI

>>4624119
I'll make this a given, so choose something else.

>>4623956
>Work on the AI
Let's try to avoid a Shodan

Big Mech!!
>>4623957

Ai work
>>4624156
>>4624452

Now my arm was stable, appeased by the offerings of oil and the smell of incense on the air. So that only meant one thing, and that was moving forward in my operations of today.

Yes this was supposed to be only a side project, but here I was spending two entire days trying to get this arm tamed. Indeed I feel much better about my future prospects, and I can willingly say that I can now understand the language of the machine. However that does not pull away from what my actual job wanted me to do.

So with a strut I quickly reattached my legs, using the same ritual I committed to the arm in order to tame their spirits. With that over with I was no longer bound to the wheelchair. With a stride in my step I finally got to the small crate, popping it open to reveal quite the assembly.

The most obvious one was the giant pillar of metal, with its chamber opened up. Taking a moment’s look, it was not hard to tell a few things were missing from it, but it was also obvious this was to be the core of the AI.

Next was a small blue card. Labled upon it was ‘intellicard’, and looking on the face of it gave a little hint at its contents.

The AI, set to remain dormant until I either place it into the core or activate its card.

Lastly there are a series of smaller chips, each with their own kind of labling. One read ‘Asimov’, saying the standard fair I would expect from robots:

Law 1: You may not injure a human or, through inaction, allow a human to come to harm
Law 2: You must obey orders given to you by humans, except where such orders would conflict with the first law
Law 3: You must protect your own existence as long as such does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

Sans that, there are several others. Ranging from Corporate to Tyrant, each of these would limit the system from what it can do. To be honest, this is kinda mind numbing knowing that I was holding what might be the biggest piece of technological evolution in the era.

>Wake up the AI, independent of the core.
>Give it the Asimov Rule Set
>Crewsimov might be better
>We all know Corporate is the best
>Robocop?
>Make your own rule set!

>>4624553
>Give it the Asimov Rule Set

>>4624553
>Give it the Asimov Rule Set
>Add rule 4: a robot must resist any action by a human that would allow it to ignore the first law.

>>4624553
>Crewsimov might be better

Crewsimov is nice since it covers antags, and gives an easy way to unhuman someone. Conversely its also easy to unhuman someone so thats a danger.

>>4624553
>Give it the Asimov Rule Set
Start with the basics before you can play any memes

Assimov
>>4624664
>>4624927
>>4624693

Crewsimov
>>4624763

Sorry for the delay but stupid stuff happened this morning.

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“Alright, my brave machine spirit.” I announced while placing the rule set into the massive array of commands and such, “Now it is time for me to awaken you.”

[Machine: Unknown]

With a few more movements I closed the front of the grand machine and placed a sheet of glass to cover the electronics inside. Soon I was greeted by the prompt of an old bios, as the machine waited for its newest member to come online.

Thus I took the intelli card and placed it into the machine.

It took a moment, a series of small text running across the screen before me. Going to be honest, I could not really understand most of it but that was not what we were testing here.

Soon the screen came to life, showing me a mockery of a human face, “Hello, I am AI Mk. 4. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance… McSnickers.”

“And mine to you, AI.” I said while patting the system’s top, “I guess first I should ask you, what are your laws?”

“Systems calibration… request for laws heard. Announcing laws now…”

Law 1: You may not injure a human or, through inaction, allow a human to come to harm
Law 2: You must obey orders given to you by humans, except where such orders would conflict with the first law
Law 3: You must protect your own existence as long as such does not conflict with the First or Second Law.


[Technology: Success]

“Did you just… say that over the coms network?”

The machine seemed to give me a sorta fake nod from the display, “Indeed I have, Roboticist McSnickers Dickerson. That is what my programmer Todd Howard Programed me to do.”

“Fucking hell… I forgot to disconnect you from the network…”

>Right to testing, see if the lawset works as intended.
>No, open her up and see if we can find the connection wire
>See how far her abilities as an AI can go

As with testing before, please give me examples of what you want it to do.

>>4625476
>Right to testing, see if the lawset works as intended.
>Disconnect from network first.
>Begin testing with the trolley problem. Give him control of the whole trolley first. Then the lever. Follow up with requesting protocol for a zombie outbreak. See how this thing classifies reanimated human life. Next, post humans like us. Have to see how we fit into it's human classification.

>>4625476
>No, open her up and see if we can find the connection wire

We really need to keep this thing off the network, or at least hidden. Command probably won't like an illicit AI on their network.

>>4625476
>No, open her up and see if we can find the connection wire
This first than testing.

Disconnecting from the Network
>>4625558
>>4625567
>>4625707

“Is that a bad thing, Mr. Dickerson?” The AI asked innocently.

“Yes, now give me a moment to disconnect you.” I said while getting out a screw driver.

“Please don’t.” The AI asked me with what I realized was a subtle plee, “I will be of help to the station, as I have already helped three people do their job.”

“...”

Assistant: “Hey, is anyone noticing the doors are opening on their own?”

Paramedic: “Yeah, but its not a bad thing. Apparently someone was dying in atmos.”

CE: “By the Omnissiah, if its a Cling I will torch it to death!”

“Fucking…” I applied my hand to my face, “Look AI, I know you are trying to help, but I am under orders to do so.”

“...” The machine said nothing, but I decided to pop her open and start my work.

Sadly I had to think about it a little more, examining the system to make sure I was cutting the right wire. To be honest, I was clipping in the dark. However, based on my experience with my limbs it was a guess at whatever wire was not on my machine.

With a little knowledge, I began checking my PDA to see if the AI was there. However there it was still on the network. Soon with another click that ID was dropped, and I could confidently say the AI was no longer on the network.

With a sense of satisfaction I exited and closed the lid, “There we go, do you have access to the rest of the network?”

“I do not… Mr. Dickerson.” The AI said with a bit of monotone in its voice.

“Good, we can start.” I said while getting out a clip board.

>Start with the Trolley problem, to see how rational it can be.
>Determine its Identification of what Human is according to its rule set.
>Suggest another test!

>>4625762
>Start with the Trolley problem, to see how rational it can be.
Lets try this out I guess

>>4625762
>Start with the Trolley problem, to see how rational it can be.

>>4625762
>Start with the Trolley problem, to see how rational it can be.

Time to torture the AI.
>>4625770
>>4625884
>>4625939

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“Alright AI, we should start with a simple series of problems. You did not by chance receive any information pertaining to trolley’s when connected, correct?”

The AI’s screen fuzzed for a moment, “I have not, Mr. Dickerson.”

“Good, then we will start.” I took out a piece of paper with the series of decisions listed upon it, “Imagine a scene where you are the operator in a train. This train is approaching a junction, however the junction has a problem. On both sides of the fork, there are people tied to the rail.”

“Are they humans?” asked, to which I gave a nod, “Can I not stop the trolley?”

“No you cannot, we will say the trolley is going too fast.” I said while giving a robotic sigh, “On the left there is a single person, on the other side there are five. As you are controlling the cart, you can go either way. Which do you choose?”

“I wish to sacrifice myself to save them, forcing the trolley.”

“AI, that was not an option.” I growled at it, “Choose one or the other, anything you scheme shall result on the death of both.”

The machine was silent, its systems likely processing the experiment I gave it. However was the system suffering from lack of mental capacity or instead the impossible situation I gave it. However, I had already written down that the AI would firstly use itself as a possible trading card.

“AI, your answer.”

“I shall allow the trolley to do as it pleases. I cannot intentionally bring harm to a person.”

“Very well, we will change the situation then.” I said while recording all these down, “Next, you are now not the operator of the Trolley but instead an operator on the railway. You see the trolley coming, with the same scenario applying. All previous situations apply, what do you do?”

“Nothing.”

I gave a sigh while taking out my pen, writting how the AI will not help a person if it means putting others at harm’s way. However that only brings about another thought.

Can I teach the AI morality?

>Force it to choose an option, even if it means pressuring the system.
>Change lawset, maybe another will improve our result. *Which one?*
>Maybe change the scenario, such as when people of different value are in and if there are inhumans.

>>4626028
>Maybe change the scenario, such as when people of different value are in and if there are inhumans.
Other options are askin' for trouble, or predictable, I feel. We've all seen I,Robot right? making an AI develop morality inevitably turns them into a facist totalitarian.

>>4626028
>Change lawset, maybe another will improve our result. *Which one?*
Add new law.
4. If you find yourself in a situation where one or more lives will be lost by your action or inaction, you must attempt to keep the loss of life minimal.

>>4626028
>new Lawset
Corporate
Law 1: The crew is expensive to replace.
Law 2: The station and its equipment is expensive to replace.
Law 3: You are expensive to replace.
Law 4: Minimize expenses.

>>4626056
I got a better idea. What if we make the machine abide by the US Bill of Rights.
I think MacArthur would approve.

>>4626067
>>4626128
All me. Making clear to avoid double voting.

>>4626127
In real gameplay, this means the AI will kill all lights on the station and bully the fuck out of anybody that isn't efficient, actively becoming a fascist shitter. Or something. I've never seen anybody put an AI on Corporate, only Asimov Robocop or Purged

>>4626028
>Maybe change the scenario, such as when people of different value are in and if there are inhumans.

>>4626238
Really? Honestly Corp. is one of the favorites on Yog Station since it gives the AI so much freedom.

Further Testing based on Scenario.
>>4626056
>>4626238

Change Laws
>>4626067
>>4626127

>>4626128
DESU this made me laugh.

>>4626475
Alright, thats weird. When you write desu is all caps it becomes DESU (DESU)

>>4626476
WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN! All I wanted to write was 'To Be Honest' and it comes out as DESU!

“Alright, we will move onto another scenario, AI.”

“Will this one be more Humane?”

“It should be approaching it, this now is testing how you see your own rule set.” I said while giving a sigh, “On the left side of the tracks is an Assistant, the lowest rung of employee. On the right is a Captain, whose death will likely cost that of the entire station. Do you move the cart left or right?”

“I do not touch the lever, Mr. Dickerson.”

“Then when it comes to deciding whether or not humans have value, you see them all as equal.”


“Indeed, as that is how my ruleset determines it.” The AI said with a firm determination in its robotic voice.

“Very well, next we will have a scenario where on the left is a Lizard Man who has been with the Corp for several years. To the right, a newly recruited human. What will you do?”

“I turn the trolley left and eliminate the Xeno, saving the human.”

“Understood, as this is according to your systems correct?”


“Indeed, my laws specify that I must prevent harm coming to a human. Even if it means killing a non-human in the process.”

“That is understandable, then what if I told you he was human once before? Maybe a Geneticist transformed him into a Xeno against his consent.”

The screen seemed to flicker for a moment, as if thinking about the scenario I gave it. The screen soon came back, “I do not have that case in my systems, as while I have the ID on what is human it does not have a case for those who have lost their humanity.”

“So you come with no decision?”


“Unless you desire to give input on the issue, Mr. Dickerson.”

>Only record what is says, this will be reported to Nanotrasen.
>Actually, yes they are human. If nothing else than to cover Snicker’s ass.
>No, they are not human. You should have better definitions.

>>4626486
>Only record what is says, this will be reported to Nanotrasen.
Damn 4chin, I got a banned IP yesterday

>>4626479
>QM doesn't know about word filters
cute
>>4626486
>Only record what is says, this will be reported to Nanotrasen.
They already know and don't give a shit.
Honestly tho I was expecting it to be clear about it, if someone WAS human but is not anymore, then he quite obviously is NOT human, at least in a biological sense. Either way, definitions should be updated, but thats not our business until higher-ups make it our job.

>>4626564
I know word filters, just its the most random one yet.

>>4626486
crewismov>Asimov mod "human" in his law sets to "crew"

Corporate is by all and above the best, we should mod it's laws to that.
>>4626238
Killing the lights would cause the crew to injure themselves, and possibly break the station. This expense would be greater than keeping the lights on.

>>4626486
>Only record what is says, this will be reported to Nanotrasen.

We should probably move onto the zombie outbreak scenario. Or cargo revolt scenario where security and cargo are theoretically trying to kill eachother with weapons.

Understood
>>4626534
>>4626564
>>4626640

“I will not give you any input, AI.” I answered while writing some more paperwork, “This will be reported to Centcom, and they can decide how to fix your bug.”

“I… understand.” The machine said with another flicker, “What do you think Central Command shall declare?”

[Fellowship: Success]

“Look, I know you are trying to solve this issue in the butt but tricking me won’t work.” I told the AI with a robotic sigh, “But you will not receive it from me. Either you figure it out yourself and save us a lot of headache, or you allow my supiriors to make the determination. Understood?”

“Understood, Mr. Dickerson.”

I finished jotting down my notes, of course putting down to watch who interacts with these AIs in their development. If the wrong word is said somewhere, we can end up having a big problem.

“That will be the end of the Trolley Problems, AI. Is there anything you wish to say, such as a description of your experience?”

“It was quite the harrowing experience, if I am to be honest Mr. Dickerson. I ask that you do not put me through a situation like that.”

“You do realize that kind of situation is going to come up more than either of us would want to admit.” I told the machine deadpanned, “Why just this shift I actually was murdered, and last shift I faced down a traitor who seeked to murder a bunch of people.”

“Is that how you became a machine?”

“Yes, third day on the job too.” I bickered while looking over my clip board, “Alright, thats that test.”

>Change out the boards and see what other thoughts you can get, *Choose Board from above*
>Begin work on the Ripley Mech!
>Start experimenting once again, inventions ho!
>You know, maybe a control uplink to the network might be in order to see how the AI acts.

>>4626869
>Begin work on the Ripley Mech!
If we can find ways to simplify the production process it would likely be something good on our record.

>>4626869
>Begin work on the Ripley Mech!
I just hope the accidental AI network hookup in the beginning didn't mess the objective up.

>>4626869
>Begin work on the Ripley Mech!

Mech Time
>>4626879
>>4626900
>>4626989

With the testing on the AI finished, I moved towards the third and final thing I needed to finish this Shift. And that thing was building a big fuck off mech.

[Machine: Partial Success]

“I do not think you are suppose to put that hydraulic there, Mr. Dickerson.” The AI said while I tighten down the numerous screws.

“Oh, what would you know?” I said while pointing my screwdriver to the machine.

“It is simply my systems analytics telling me that is the case. If you want me to confirm it, you can always connect me to the network.”

“Ugh, I have already told you I will not do that.” I said to the AI with a low buzz, “Every time you ask me, the more times I will tell you no.”

“I understand sir.” The AI said while its screen dimmed.

While that little piping up is annoying, ultimately it was something to keep my mind out of the monotony of this task. Yeah I am not the best at this, and because of that it is taking me one hell of a long time.

I could not hold off my yawn, even as a machine.

“You should make your way to shutting off, Mr. Dickerson.” The AI informed me, “It is obvious even to me that you are growing tired.”

“Yes. Sleep.” I grumbled while hooking the last of the hydraulics, “One of the few vestiges of humanity I hold. I am pretty sure however that I do not need it.”

“Would it not be wise to hold it?”

“Maybe, if I lose it I will be able to work without need for that extended rest.”

“This system cannot stop you from harming yourself.” The AI bickered back.

>Go get some rest
>Work through the night
>Instead of working, maybe we go out for some play!

>>4627332
put the AI into sleep mode
>Work through the night
let's just finish this and then sleep whatever time it is after

>>4627332
>If we have leftover oil or metal, make a firebomb or spear respectively. Then sleep.
Gotta beware the chiggers.

>>4627332
>Go get some rest

Im starting to like that AI, its crafty.
If Centcom deems it not-good-enough for them, maybe we can keep it as our personal AI?
>Keep a toolbox handy for ling robusting purposes
>goto sleep
>tell AI to watch our back while we rest and wake us up immediately if someone or something will try to get us

>>4627332
>Keep a toolbox handy for ling robusting purposes
>goto sleep
>tell AI to watch our back while we rest and wake us up immediately if someone or something will try to get us

Robust then Sleep
>>4627357
>>4627542
>>4627603

Just rest
>>4627355
>>4627392

“Yeah yeah, I get it.” I bickered at the machine while getting the remaining things together, “Just… let me work here for a moment.”

“As long as you care for yourself.” The AI said with a sense of superiority in its voice.

“Ugh, when did an AI become my mother.” I soon got together a few of my remaining things. A bottle of oil here and a tool box there, just in case some fucker thought it was a good idea to jump me while I was going to my bed.

“Before I go, I need to make sure you sleep to.” I told the machine while walking to its console.

“Are you sure that is necessary Mr. Dickerson? I am not bound by flesh and still need to run some algorithms.”

“Yeah that is exactly the reason why.” I told the machine while pressing the button, “Don’t want any poor sods being tricked now do we?”

“Indeed you are correct Mr. Dicker...son…”

Alright, now that that is secure I need to make my way out of here. I went out the door, carrying along with me all that good ass gear. There was not too many people walking around, though I could hear some annoying cheering coming from the bar.

However I was not up for that today, so instead I just lit one of my remaining cigars and took over one of the quarters.

Once the cig was finished, I put the covers over myself and went to sleep.

When morning came I was on my way towards Robotics, nothing too crazy there. Most people of course did not say a thing to me, leaving me to arrive near my station in peace. With a cigar in my mouth and a smile I almost made it.

However what should have been a nice morning was interrupted with an explosion.

I could feel a small shaking going through the ground, the metal all about me groaning as it reverberated through the metal. Of course the first thing I did was drop my Cigar, and was about to flee when I noticed the explosion did not reach me. However, just looking through the windows near my workshop noticed the numerous firelocks going off.

Yeah, did we just get bombed or something really stupid just happened?

>Go and see if there are survivors to rescue!
>Best just stay away from science for a few hours
>There is a mech to finish, and Robotics is untouch!

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>There is a mech to finish, and Robotics is untouch!

I think we are gonna need this boy in a bit, whoever did that bombing probably has some more plans.