HeavyBot

[. . .]

[New Mission]: Investigate Signal

@signallxst VS @heavybot

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Me and my characters have placed ours:

[Receiving Transmission]

The HeavyBot turned around at the command and acknowledged the Medicbot behind it. The command was a Grey Mann directive, but no loyal Bot that the HeavyBot had met ever transmitted with an accent.

[New Subject Identified] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M

[Retrieving Data]

[Displaying File] : Model #G2700-M manufactured [0.8 years ago]; 500 Units deployed to [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]; 100 Units deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]

[Displaying Current Registered Medicbot Model #G2700-M] : 352 at [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]

[Confirm Authorization]

"I am HeavyBot Model #G3000+, Serial Number #85776.

Hands clasped together, the support bot waited patiently the short moment while Heavybot stayed silent and visibly reanimated once It got an answer.

"Hᴀʟʟᴏ, #85776, ᴍʏ Zᴇʀɪᴀʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪsᴛ #05120387" "Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ."

[Traitor]

[Defect]

[Traitor]

[Defect]

Traitor

traitor

Traitor

[Err-TRAITOR!!??

"I AM NOT A TRAITOR!! I am loyal to Grey Mann ALL HAIL THE MAKER!!

"Medicbot #05120387, you are the one rejecting [Authorization Codes]. You are the TRAITOR!"

Blind with rage, Heavybot swiped ferociously at the Medibot in front of it.

[Erro-to hell with those Error codes! Heavybot did not have time for Error codes slowing it down. It needed to destroy this defective, traitorous bot as soon as possible!

It wasn't [Defective]! It wasn't a [Traitor]!

[Receiving Transmission]

The HeavyBot turned around at the command and acknowledged the Medicbot behind it. The command was a Grey Mann directive, but no loyal Bot that the HeavyBot had met ever transmitted with an accent.

[New Subject Identified] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M

[Retrieving Data]

[Displaying File] : Model #G2700-M manufactured [0.8 years ago]; 500 Units deployed to [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]; 100 Units deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]

[Displaying Current Registered Medicbot Model #G2700-M] : 352 at [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]

[Confirm Authorization]

"I am HeavyBot Model #G3000+, Serial Number #85776.

Hands clasped together, the support bot waited patiently the short moment while Heavybot stayed silent and visibly reanimated once It got an answer.

"Hᴀʟʟᴏ, #85776, ᴍʏ Zᴇʀɪᴀʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪsᴛ #05120387" "Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ."

[Confirming Authorization] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M Serial Number #05120387 deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]

[Current Status of Unit] : Unknown; Last transmission received [0.3 years ago] at battlefield [Manhattan]

[. . .]

[Command Accepted]

"My Allegiance lies with Grey Mann. ALL HAIL THE MAKER!

"Medicbot #05120387, your status is [Unknown] in the database.

"Aɴᴜʜᴢᴀ Gʀᴀʏ ʙᴏᴛ" It repeated Its thoughts aloud, in complete awe, like It just found some long-forgotten treasure. "Iᴛ's ᴠᴜɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ. Iᴛ's ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴢʜᴀɴ ᴠᴜɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ, ɪᴛ's Pᴇʀғᴇᴋᴛ!"

The thing which cooled down Its enthusiasm was the information followed by the request.

Was it really?

...

. . .

It really was.

"I sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ... Sɪɴᴄᴇ I ᴠᴀs ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴠɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅ ғʀᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴢᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ I ᴠᴀs..."

Medibot stopped Itself from saying that. No. It was not true. They both had to be too far away to receive a clear signal.

[Receiving Explanation] [Running Signal Diagnostic] : No Errors found [Running Data Diagnostic] : No Errors found [Conclusion] : Medicbot #05120387 is experiencing an Error

Technically a lie, it did affect Its performance in many critical ways, but none touched Its ability to broadcast and receive both short and long signals.

Or so It told Itself enough times to believe it.

"Dᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍʏ ғᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Zʜɪs ɪᴢ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɴᴏʀ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ғüʀ sᴜᴄʜ-ᴀ ᴢʜɪɴɢ, #85776"

[Logical Fallacy Detected]

[Receiving Command]

[Hypothesis.1] : Medicbot #05120387 is [Defective]

[Hypothesis.2] : Medicbot #05120387 is [Neutral Bot]

[Conclusion] : Confirm [Hypothesis]; IF [Hypothesis] = Y, THEN [Command] = N

[Confirming Hypothesis]

"Medicbot #05120387, there are no [Errors] in my data; there are no [Errors] in my [Signal Transceiver].

"Command: Run [Self-Diagnostic]

Of course, the bigger robot had no errors in its Self-Diagnostic results. Just from looking at it, the medicbot knew it was almost factory-new, with no traces of imperfectionsWhy wouldn't it leave--

[Error] : Medicbot #05120387 has rejected command

[Logical Fallacies detected] : 3

[Updating Data] : Medicbot #05120387 is [Defective]

[Execute Protocol Dismember]

"Medicbot #05120387, you are [Defective].

"Command: Power down immediately for [Decommission].

"[Command Authorization #85776-G-Alpha].

@signallxst VS @heavybot

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Me and my characters have placed ours:

[Receiving Transmission]

The HeavyBot turned around at the command and acknowledged the Medicbot behind it. The command was a Grey Mann directive, but no loyal Bot that the HeavyBot had met ever transmitted with an accent.

[New Subject Identified] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M

[Retrieving Data]

[Displaying File] : Model #G2700-M manufactured [0.8 years ago]; 500 Units deployed to [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]; 100 Units deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]

[Displaying Current Registered Medicbot Model #G2700-M] : 352 at [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]

[Confirm Authorization]

"I am HeavyBot Model #G3000+, Serial Number #85776.

Hands clasped together, the support bot waited patiently the short moment while Heavybot stayed silent and visibly reanimated once It got an answer.

"Hᴀʟʟᴏ, #85776, ᴍʏ Zᴇʀɪᴀʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪsᴛ #05120387" "Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ."

[Confirming Authorization] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M Serial Number #05120387 deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]

[Current Status of Unit] : Unknown; Last transmission received [0.3 years ago] at battlefield [Manhattan]

[. . .]

[Command Accepted]

"My Allegiance lies with Grey Mann. ALL HAIL THE MAKER!

"Medicbot #05120387, your status is [Unknown] in the database.

"Aɴᴜʜᴢᴀ Gʀᴀʏ ʙᴏᴛ" It repeated Its thoughts aloud, in complete awe, like It just found some long-forgotten treasure. "Iᴛ's ᴠᴜɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ. Iᴛ's ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴢʜᴀɴ ᴠᴜɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ, ɪᴛ's Pᴇʀғᴇᴋᴛ!"

The thing which cooled down Its enthusiasm was the information followed by the request.

Was it really?

...

. . .

It really was.

"I sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ... Sɪɴᴄᴇ I ᴠᴀs ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴠɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅ ғʀᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴢᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ I ᴠᴀs..."

Medibot stopped Itself from saying that. No. It was not true. They both had to be too far away to receive a clear signal.

[Receiving Explanation] [Running Signal Diagnostic] : No Errors found [Running Data Diagnostic] : No Errors found [Conclusion] : Medicbot #05120387 is experiencing an Error

Technically a lie, it did affect Its performance in many critical ways, but none touched Its ability to broadcast and receive both short and long signals.

Or so It told Itself enough times to believe it.

"Dᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍʏ ғᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Zʜɪs ɪᴢ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɴᴏʀ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ғüʀ sᴜᴄʜ-ᴀ ᴢʜɪɴɢ, #85776"

[Logical Fallacy Detected]

[Receiving Command]

[Hypothesis.1] : Medicbot #05120387 is [Defective]

[Hypothesis.2] : Medicbot #05120387 is [Neutral Bot]

[Conclusion] : Confirm [Hypothesis]; IF [Hypothesis] = Y, THEN [Command] = N

[Confirming Hypothesis]

"Medicbot #05120387, there are no [Errors] in my data; there are no [Errors] in my [Signal Transceiver].

"Command: Run [Self-Diagnostic]

[Receiving Transmission]

The HeavyBot turned around at the command and acknowledged the Medicbot behind it. The command was a Grey Mann directive, but no loyal Bot that the HeavyBot had met ever transmitted with an accent.

[New Subject Identified] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M

[Retrieving Data]

[Displaying File] : Model #G2700-M manufactured [0.8 years ago]; 500 Units deployed to [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]; 100 Units deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]

[Displaying Current Registered Medicbot Model #G2700-M] : 352 at [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]

[Confirm Authorization]

"I am HeavyBot Model #G3000+, Serial Number #85776.

Hands clasped together, the support bot waited patiently the short moment while Heavybot stayed silent and visibly reanimated once It got an answer.

"Hᴀʟʟᴏ, #85776, ᴍʏ Zᴇʀɪᴀʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪsᴛ #05120387" "Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ."

[Confirming Authorization] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M Serial Number #05120387 deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]

[Current Status of Unit] : Unknown; Last transmission received [0.3 years ago] at battlefield [Manhattan]

[. . .]

[Command Accepted]

"My Allegiance lies with Grey Mann. ALL HAIL THE MAKER!

"Medicbot #05120387, your status is [Unknown] in the database.

"Aɴᴜʜᴢᴀ Gʀᴀʏ ʙᴏᴛ" It repeated Its thoughts aloud, in complete awe, like It just found some long-forgotten treasure. "Iᴛ's ᴠᴜɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ. Iᴛ's ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴢʜᴀɴ ᴠᴜɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ, ɪᴛ's Pᴇʀғᴇᴋᴛ!"

The thing which cooled down Its enthusiasm was the information followed by the request.

Was it really?

...

. . .

It really was.

"I sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ... Sɪɴᴄᴇ I ᴠᴀs ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴠɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅ ғʀᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴢᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ I ᴠᴀs..."

Medibot stopped Itself from saying that. No. It was not true. They both had to be too far away to receive a clear signal.

[Receiving Explanation] [Running Signal Diagnostic] : No Errors found [Running Data Diagnostic] : No Errors found [Conclusion] : Medicbot #05120387 is experiencing an Error

And standing there was a Heavybot.*

O-oh- Hey. You’re one of those neutral bots, right? What’re you doing all the way over here?

[Terminate Terrain Mapping Protocol]

[Analyzing Target] : Organic Mercenary

[Execute Protocol MvM]

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The metal ushanka atop the red HeavyBot's head lowered slightly, partially shading its eyes and giving them a much more sinister glow.

It played one of its many audio voice recordings. The voice was distorted and deep, and the message was not one of friendship.

"I am going to kill you and kill you and kill you."

I knew it! I knew one of you would turn!! Don’t come any closer tin can, or you’ll be in a world of pain!!

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍!" Another distorted voice line stolen from the organic Heavy sounded from the metal monstrosity as it loomed once more over the weaker organic.

[Receiving Transmission]

The HeavyBot turned around at the command and acknowledged the Medicbot behind it. The command was a Grey Mann directive, but no loyal Bot that the HeavyBot had met ever transmitted with an accent.

[New Subject Identified] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M

[Retrieving Data]

[Displaying File] : Model #G2700-M manufactured [0.8 years ago]; 500 Units deployed to [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]; 100 Units deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]

[Displaying Current Registered Medicbot Model #G2700-M] : 352 at [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]

[Confirm Authorization]

"I am HeavyBot Model #G3000+, Serial Number #85776.

Hands clasped together, the support bot waited patiently the short moment while Heavybot stayed silent and visibly reanimated once It got an answer.

"Hᴀʟʟᴏ, #85776, ᴍʏ Zᴇʀɪᴀʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪsᴛ #05120387" "Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ."

[Confirming Authorization] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M Serial Number #05120387 deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]

[Current Status of Unit] : Unknown; Last transmission received [0.3 years ago] at battlefield [Manhattan]

[. . .]

[Command Accepted]

"My Allegiance lies with Grey Mann. ALL HAIL THE MAKER!

"Medicbot #05120387, your status is [Unknown] in the database.

And standing there was a Heavybot.*

O-oh- Hey. You’re one of those neutral bots, right? What’re you doing all the way over here?

[Terminate Terrain Mapping Protocol]

[Analyzing Target] : Organic Mercenary

[Execute Protocol MvM]

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The metal ushanka atop the red HeavyBot's head lowered slightly, partially shading its eyes and giving them a much more sinister glow.

It played one of its many audio voice recordings. The voice was distorted and deep, and the message was not one of friendship.

"I am going to kill you and kill you and kill you."

A large robot approaches a small red shed near one of the battlegrounds. It is a red HeavyBot, but unlike the masses of identical models, this one is wearing a metal ushanka atop its head which sets it apart as different.

It holds its large minigun out at the ready, lest it is attacked; it is in enemy territory, after all.

[Begin Protocol Trojan Y/N] : Y

[Preparing System Parameters]

[Calculating Possible Outcomes]

[Preparing Hypothetical Subroutines]

[…]

Staying inside his shed, he took a good look around at the place he made his own. If this was going to go down again, he wanted to remember it as it was now; a home to cherish. Unfortunately, despite his greatest wish to stay inside and listen to his radio so he could forget his worries for a while, he had to face it.

The threat was here…

And he was prepared for it. His rifle was loaded and a testament written down on the fly if he was never to function in case he went down.

Ah…no, he wasn’t ready. This was the last he wanted, why did he send out that damn broadcast? It was reckless and idiotic of him! Of letting himself be hopeful over the community of bots slowly establishing.

What would happen to them, to Courage, Hope, and even little ‘roo?

This threat wouldn’t go after them, right?

Please…if he died, please, if someone could hear him…please keep them outta harm’s way.

Courage, Hope, Anklebiter, ‘roo…

The clock was ticking…time to leave, Tone.

His eyes turned orange, and after five long minutes spent altogether in there, he came out; rifle at his hands, prepared to fire if he must.

[Target Identified] : Sniperbot Model G129A

[Retrieving Data]

Displaying File] : Model G125A deployed [1.5 years ago] to battlefield [Barren]

[Displaying Current Registered Sniperbot Model G125A] : 0

[Hypothesis] : Target is [Neutral Bot]

[Confirm Hypothesis] : Execute Hypothetical Subroutine Delta-A

[…]

“Salutation response, Sniperbot Model G125A. I am HeavyBot Model G3000+, Serial Number #85776.

He corrected his Hawaiian shirt, a yellow one with cute patterns of pineapples and coconuts, and took a stance back. A second passed, then three.

[Terminate Traitor Y/N] : _

[…]

[…]

[…]

[Confirm Relevance] : Target deployed signal

[Hypothesis] : Target has made contact with other [Neutral Bots]

[Terminate Traitor Y/N] : N

[Execute Hypothetical Subroutine Omega-G]

It performed the series of calculations within the span of a second, then strategically lowered its weapon so as to appear less threatening.

“Sniperbot, and I won’t repeat myself. Drop the weapon.”

A simple test planned out on the fly should give more details of this robot’s character.

[Probability Of Mission Success If Compliant With Target Commands] : 73%

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[New Vocabulary Received]

[Updating Vocabulary]

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[New Behavioural Data Received]

[Updating Behavioural Protocols]

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“Very well… Sniperbot.”

It drops the minigun to the ground in front of it, returning its arms to its sides.

“My receiver unit is fully functional. That is how I received your signal.”

Minigun down, excellent. Wouldn’t say made the robot in front of him more reliable, but it was a simple start. A good one, he’d assume. So, he lowered his weapon slightly once again, stepping back once more.

His calculations would react along with the heavybot, take note to the sudden change and act more warm and welcoming. On the contrary, his instinct is still alerting him about how sudden the adjustment is. Not unwelcomed but stay on guard, Tone.

Another small test. He turned his back towards the bot and knelt down to poke at something in the ground.

“Also, you haven’t seen a red wire on your way here, have you?”

Perhaps he is overreacting and should consider toning down his hostility until further notice. The robots out here came all in different variations, so maybe this one was very recent and still adapting to its new environment?

…an SOS signal broadcasted from a different bot at this moment…

[Re-Analyzing Target] : Hostility decreased, Fear decreased, Trust increased

[Continue Hypothetical Subroutine Omega-G]

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“There is no red wire within the immediate perimeter.”

The HeavyBot continues to watch the other carefully, noting the sudden decrease in hostility; clearly its protocols were working. Suddenly it, too, began receiving an SOS signal.

[Receiving Signal]

[Analyzing Signal] : Distress Signal

[Triangulating Source]

[…]

[…]

[…]

[Signal Lost]

[Unable to Triangulate]

[Hypothesis] : Signal was from a [Neutral Bot]

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“A distress signal has just been received. Unable to triangulate.

“Query: Was it another [Neutral Bot]?”

”Right. The signal. Would you care to elaborate why it ain’t secure?“

He snapped his head in heavybot’s direction, tilting his head slightly as he stood up. Another trick question, and maybe the last one of he grew satisfied with his answer.

At the response of the heavybot’s question, Sniperbot gave a nod while looking into the transmission, lifting a finger in the air.

[Analyzing Target Intelligence] : 50/100

[Hypothesis] : Target CPU damaged

“The signal is broadcasted on an open channel. Anything with a receiver can receive the broadcast.

”Who knows what parts in me are defect; where you gain some, you lose some. I read that in a magazine, a difficult object to analyse.

And regarding your question, I intended to broadcast it on an open channel, but it stretched out farther than I hoped for. Might blame it on my CPU in this case.“

[Query] : Why?

[Query] : Why?

[Query] : Why?

Why?

[Error] : [Logical Fallacy] in progress

[Solution] : Execute [Firewall Protocol]

[Executing Firewall Protocol]

[Purging All Logical Fallacies]

[Rebooting]

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[Analyzing Query]

[Formulating Response] : Deflect Query

Just as the silence was becoming too long to not be awkward, the HeavyBot stirred.

Sniperbot crossed his arms slightly at your last part, staring into the heavybot’s ominous stare.

“Being defect ain’t necessarily a bad thing. You don’t live up to a rich fool’s standards for sure, but there are things about yourself you can appreciate or develop.

[Terminate Traitor Y/N] : _

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N

[Confirm Relevance] : Target deployed signal;

Target may be in contact with other [Neutral Bots];

Target required to make contact with other [Neutral Bots]

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[Continue Protocol Trojan]

The HeavyBot’s posture relaxed as it dimmed its gaze. “I see. You have acquired programming irrelevant to your original design. This is illogical.

Maybe itself, maybe another group of robots…

But Tone felt uneasy and tensed up, maybe not through his body language, but his eyes emits a faint orange light.

How could he describe this new feeling? Of starting to live under surveillance like this? Trapped? No…or?

What if heavy had this

2. There's a robot in the backyard??

[Power] : Very high