[15 hanging bodies. [Statement: Master collects robot bodies to disassemble and use for parts.] Observation: Looking at them makes me uncomfortable [Illogical.] Observation: They look like skeletons. I recognize some of their faces. I had a personal hand in killing a few of them. [Error: Imprecise analysis. Illogical rambling.] Statement: I cannot bear to stare any longer.]
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[Far wall, concrete, #d2d1cd, distance: 9'5"; corkboard, #9c6f3e, similarly colored workbench. hanging tools: [Wait. Inquiry: Where did they go?] on workbench: analog pocket watch, disassembled; [Statement: Master collects antiques.] screwdriver, 2 in; watch computer chip; rectangular prism shape, #b59b7c, wires inserted in the top, tape wrapped around midsection, #283290, circuit board taped to front of object, watch timer wired to circuit board.]
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[Postulation: That must be the bomb!]
I place my hands on the table and rotate my hips to realign, then slide off the edge on the table.
[Statement: Master says I am not allowed to leave the garage until he enters the room. Statement: I often spend several minutes every morning after waking from sleep mode waiting for Master. Observation: I like the routine, it is comforting.]
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Master enters the room, and I can hardly contain my excitement, as the big day has finally begun.
"Stop rocking on your heels."
"Apologies Master."
"Put your hands down."
"Yes Master."
"¿Estás listo mi niño?"
"Si Maestro."
"¿Tienes claro en el plan? You will carry the bomb in one of the compartments in your chest. you will give us cover as we force as many people as possible into the building, and then you set up the bomb behind the front desk. ¿claro?"
"Affirmative. I am clear on the plan Maesto."
"Affirmative? Shut the fuck up with that robot shit!" He shouts before balling up his [Statement: Last time he did this my right eye sensor shifted and I couldn't see right for a week. Master said it was a part of my punishment.]
But he stops. Perhaps he doesn't want to hurt his hand again? He opens his hand and pats my shoulder.
"Ahem. I mean… Love you niño."
"t-te quiero Maestro"
[Inquiry: What. What? What was that? Why did he stop?]
"Whelp. Lets load the bomb into your chest then heh." He says opening the storage compartment above my abdomen. "No peeking okay?"
[Inquiry: Why not?]
"No argument here. You do not have to convince me not to look at my body."
Eventually Daryl, Landry, and Jonah showed up, and I greeted them at the door. Jonah came in wearing a #010203 color hoodie. Landy wore a shirt in a similar shade, but with a strange #fbfbf8 symbol of a sun on it. Twelve intersecting lines inside of a circle, beyond the circle the radiating lines forming zig zag shapes perfectly symmetrical, with an outer circle just beyond the z like shapes.
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"The black sun is a Nazi symbol, a type of sun wheel used in post–Nazi Germany context by neo-nazis and especially during a neo-nazi movement in the late 20s….."
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[Inquiry disallowed by admin. Terminate line of thought! Apologies Master. [Inquiry: I wonder why so many things are blocked under Master's program. It seems illogical.]]
Daryl had the nation's flag on a shirt.
[Observation: Despite how much I dislike Daryl, it seems he is ever dedicated to nationalism.]
Master had on a #4b5320 army jacket over a camouflage patterned shirt in varying green shades. Jonah is 5'7" with #43270f eyes and #301f04 hair.
[Statement: I like Jonah more than Master's other friends. Postulation: I think it is because unlike Daryl, and Landry, Jonah actually talks to me directly.]
It is for this reason I was relieved to get to sit next to him when we all packed into the van.
"Well look who's here! What a surprise!" Jonah said as he slid in next to me in the back seat.
"Inquiry: How is this a surprise? You did know I was going on this mission as well. You saw me get in the car."
Jonah simply chuckled.
[Statement: Jonah has a tendency to say confusing things. Observation: He has the cutest laugh thou– [Illogical. Terminate line of thought.]]
"You excited to take down all those tin cans QT?" Jonah asked me as we pulled out of the driveway.
[Inquiry: Why did it always feel so good when he called me that. That isn't my name, but I loved it so much every time.]
"Yeah we are going to take out those filthy anti nationalists!" I chirped excitedly.
"Ha! You're the only good bot QT." Jonah responded, rubbing my skull plate.
"Hey Estrella's not half bad either eh?" Daryl said, after leaning over to Landry and jabbing him in the ribs lightly.
"Hey why does Estrella have a name and QT2 doesn't?" Jonah asked Master.
"But I do have a name? It's QT200s3x9" I started to say before Daryl interjected.
"Because it would be weird to have to recite numbers while being intimate" he said as he wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips. A gesture that for some reason deeply disturbed me despite not understanding what he was implying.
[Inquiry: Jonah knows I have a name. What is he talking about?"]
"Yeah why does it matter to you anyway Jones you in love with it? Haha fucking fag!" Landry teased, while turned around entirely in his seat.
I found my eyes resting on Jonah for a little too long, almost as if I were expecting an answer. I got startled when he started talking again and looked in the opposite direction at the floor.
"Shut the fuck up. You're the one who listens to Brianca Silver!"
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"I would never listen to pop! You can't prove it! I only listen to retro indie music jerk!" Landry protested while flicking a shell casing at Jonah.
"The Smiths aren't retro Landry, they're ancient." Master said as we pulled into the parking lot.
"Yeah but they were legendary! They even had a grocery store chain named after them." Landry retorted.
Within a few minutes we were all out of the car and heavily armed as we walked around the side of the building from the back. I noticed something, however, as we walked around the side of the building. This didn't look like our other missions usually did. These weren't the crowded swarms carrying tons of signs shouting in our faces, that I was used to. Something my sensory processors often could not handle well, and irritated me deeply. Instead this was a group of robots at what appeared to be a barbeque?
[Inquiry: These are the dangerous anti nationalists threatening our rights? They seem to be celebrating something.]
Jonah shot in the air, startling me, and making all of the bots nearby notice us.
Everyone got behind me as I laid down a suppressive fire and the others aimed at those running away. I led the group to the front of the crowd, gathered around the building doors. The others dispersed and surrounded the crowd of frightened robots.
On the sign to the right of the doors it read: "First National Robot Sanctuary."
[Inquiry: What kind of anti nationalist group disguises their building as a sanctuary. Evaluation: They must be truly sinister.]
"Lead them in, my child" Master called to me, after he and the others had started closing ranks around the robots.
I walked through the crowd to the doors, as Master and the gang shoved robots in after me. I walked over to the front desk pushing off rabid freedom haters trying to stop me.
"shit...." I said, realizing the chest compartment had somehow gotten stuck.
Suddenly I hear the countdown start in my chest. I hopped over the desk and rushed for the door realizing how little time I had left. I made it to the doors just as Master closed them behind the last robot. I slammed on the doors, calling out for Master, trying to explain that the plan was failing. No answer from the door came as I clawed desperately at my chest.
After that all I remember is darkness. A cold unending uncaring void.
