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Prologue:
Date: 2038
RK900’s audio processors picked up the vibrations of sound that echoed around it—him. Eyelids twitched and opened to reveal a sterile white lab to it’s—his— visual optics. The vibrations processed as music and the android blinked. It—he, he — picked up a male's vocal vibrations that was interwoven with the music.
“Southern pride, got my Southern green. Everybody selling that Southern thing but we can’t go, no.. ”
I— he-it— he— where was he? His head twitched slightly as information flooded his— it— no, his CPU.
Location: 42°20'06.1"N 82°59'57.6"W
CyberLife Tower, Belle-Isle, Detroit, MI
Physical sensors processed a thick cable plugged into the back of his neck where a port lied. Something was clamped around it’s— no, his or is it an it?—neck that kept his head from moving. All he could do was stand there with nothing but white walls and music. Warnings and alerts flashed an angry red across visual processors, blurring the unforgiving white. RK900 was missing upper and lower limb biocomponents, which meant the cable was suspending him—it? The faint sound of an automatic door sliding open processed in his audio receptors as he tried to close the notifications.
“Chokin’ on the smoke inside the lungs. Screaming for the mercy of the burning ones but I know it’s too late.
“Preacher of elastic. How we came to let it go, and go, and go? Love is full of Mercury and now we cannot lose control, control, control. ”
“Oh Shit”
There was a pause as the music swelled. What identified as a female had stepped into his visual field. Facial Identification Scanner automatically initiated when the young woman hesitantly stepped up to him—it-him—it and her round face had more clarity. Social Protocol read her fearful expression and synthetic facial muscles twitched rapidly as they automatically tried to emote back appropriately. She flinched back.
N̶̼̺̤͎̺̰͉̯̿̎̍̔̋a̴̬̤͈͊͋̊͠m̷̡̥̭̗̱̹̯̣̒͑͛̅͑ẽ̵̡͍:̴̡̢͕̯̳̞̯̊͗̈́͗̽ ̶̴͔̭̝̞̖̙̩̘͉͋̏͐̌͘Š̷̼͙c̶̩̖͔̯͌͜͝u̶͇̠͖͉̇̇̊̓ͅl̶̡͍̳̥̃̚͝ͅl̷̢̧̛͙̭̖̥̬̳͌̂̈͂͋̅͝y̶̧̻͇͗̾̑͝,̷̡̗̭̲̖̻̊ ̶̻̳͒̒͠A̷̹͛b̶̛̟̻̆̉͒ȉ̸̧̻̫̗̝͖͐ģ̶̬͎̻̺̗̝̠̇͑͌̋̐̈́ǵ̷̨̥͕̽̆̈́̅ĝ̶̝̠̒g̵̢̟̫̩͎̎̒̋̈́̚͝͝g̴͙͐͋͠ģ̷̟͎̻̈́̈́̓͝g̵̩̼̮̜̍͝ǵ̵̫͕̜̥͛ g̶̯͎͆̎̅́͋̄ —
//:ERROR
//:PUBLIC_IDENIFICATION_DATABASE.exe CORRUPTED
//:CRIMINAL_DATABASE.exe CORRUPTED
The red warnings of corrupted data flooded its CPU until they suddenly stopped and everything went black.
//:VISUAL OPTICS… ERROR
//:BIO COMPONENT #9435j MALFUNCTION
//:BIO COMPONENT #9439j MALFUNCTION
There was a warmth that slid over its mouth as the head twitched aggressively. Audio processors picked up a short, high pitched scream as more wet, warmth slid out of open orifices. Its artificial tongue and the real time biological analysis identified it as Thirium 310 serial number #313 248 317-87.
//:BIO COMPONENT #8497w THIRIUM PUMP MALFUNCTION
//:BIO COMPONENT #8456w THIRIUM PUMP REGULATOR MALFUNCTION
//:EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN… 00:20
“What do we ever do? I know that you got it bad. What do we ever say? I know that you got it bad. ”
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“Oh my God!”
“Gun shaped Bible in a loaded tone. Jesus ain’t the problem but he started one. He don’t understand.. ”
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00:05̴̹̱̺̞̮̝͖̳͐̑͗͌̕̚ͅ
0̴̩͍͉̪͉͙̮̞͕̫̭͈̭̟̲̻̟͙̝̬͇̠̼͍̫͉͋̾͌̄̎̀̈́̈́̌̈̅͗͒́̊̈̎͌̅̄̍̕ͅ0̷̢̡̧̪͇̫̫̻̦̜̥̦̦̰͖̭͔͚̰̤̮͉͉̫͕̣̞̹͈̱̣͗͜͜ͅ:̸̭̜̤͉̘̣̗̫͎̿̈́͋͐̂̃̏̿̒ͅ0̴̮̩̺͉̮̜̗̤͗̃̿͗͒̊̊͑͝4̵̨̢̥̜̠̰̭̦̪̞̯̝̫̲̽͛͊̆͒̃̊͋̈́̊̄̔͛̉͋͑̂͛̇́̈́̂͂͛̇̒̽̚͘
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0̸̗̦͙̤̃͐͝0̷͍̟̞̐̌͐̆:̶̔͋̚͜͠0̷͔͌̌̿̚0̴̢̨̮̏͐̆͘
S̵̝̈́͊Y̷͚̺̠̝͋̈́͘͠S̷̞͚̈̇͘ͅT̴͎̱͍̈́͂E̴̡̜̥͙̐͆M̵̢̮̗̜͛̕̕͝ ̵̮̭̎̐͑̾S̷̡͈̤̈́̊̂H̸̺̪̮̲̐̿̈́U̵̖̭̻Ţ̵̻̬̖̺̆D̴̼̽͜Ô̵̠̘̭W̴̭̙͔̣̘͑N̸̖̪͐ ̴̤̻̒̐̽̍
The young woman had fallen back on her bottom in horror as the unfinished android seized and writhed in the assembly machines grip. It’s LED was a solid red. Facial muscles contorted sporadically as grey, synthetic eyes rolled up. Thirium leaked from false tear ducts, nasal and ear cavities. The thing looked like it walked out of a horror movie. And just when it had all started, it stopped. The droid went limp, LED going dark. Blue Thirium dripped onto the linoleum, it’s color a stark contrast to all the sterile white and gray.
“Danced on the breadth of a wounded dove. Ship till night and took all my blood. Fuck all my blood come from? ”
All the while, her music still played. She was never going to be able to listen to it the same way ever again.
She groaned and ran a hand through her dark blonde hair, “I gotta get someone to clean this up.”
“Music off.” The command was followed and a deafening silence filled the space. She got up with another groan and left the lab, leaving the broken prototype to dangle in the air. Sporadic drips of Thirium could be briefly heard as it made contact with the floor.