#askspybot

It seems Medic is preoccupied at the moment, and they soon rush out of the room, not even paying a single second of attention to the robot huddled by the wall with a radio in their arms.

Hesitate, then realize that this is your chance.

@ask-sniperbot

Cli-CLANG!

@ask-zhe-blu-medic

An armored body stands directly in front of the closed workshop door, having been slightly nudged backwards by the doctor falling into them. Having done so, the gentle thrum of a heartbeat and warmth radiating beneath cool metal are a mixture of conflicting messages to the Medic.

He could hear the steady drumming, but there’s no sound of breath as their chest rises and falls. The metal is ice cold, yet the heat should keep it from being that way.

All of these things are noticed within a moments time. The next second rolls by, and the realization of what situation he’s in settles, only reinforced by the bright blue lights of something’s eyes illuminating the doctor within the previously pitch black room.

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Bootup complete.

Scanning surroundings…

Location: Laboratory, Badlands station.

Where am I? I am asking questions.

I am not supposed to ask questions.

Why?

Because. Because. Because.

What is my purpose?

To fight people.

Why?

Because. Because. Because. Because.

My purpose is to fight people.

Scanners indicate there is much red.

ERROR

No weapon located. I am always given a weapon to carry out a duty.

What is my duty?

To fight people. I will then be scrapped.

Why?

Because.

Why can I ask questions? This is abnormal. Shutdown cannot be commenced. There is an intense thrumming deep within my circuits. Why?

Because. Because.

Scans show that there is a man here. Why am I not fighting him? Because.

Scans show that there is a man here. This man is proven to be a source of fear and danger. Why am I not leaving?

Because. Because.

Scans show that I cannot feel pain.

Scans show that I cannot feel.

I am being asked a question.

Why can’t I respond?

Because. Because.

Scans show that pain and feelings are a sign of being a defective robot. Am I a defective robot? The thrumming feels unnatural. My scans say I am filled with flesh, and yet I am made of metal.

Why?

Because. Because. Because. Because.

What am I? And what is this feeling of fire? It is burning. Scans indicate that my vitals are intact. And yet I am shaking. Shaking is an indication of panic and fear in human life.

I am not human.

Send out another signal, this time pinging with all the strength you can behind it, in the hopes that it will reach your new…

Ah, what was it the people told me they are called. Friend? I do not know if we have mutual respect for each other yet, I have yet to see them in person.

Querying dictionary…

Error: Results not found. Please wait before trying again.

Well. Here goes nothing.

I am not alive.

Why do I feel as if I am flesh and bone?

Should my systems be detecting concern?

Why am I asking questions?

I am not built to ask why.

I am built to carry out orders.

After retreating inside and finding a bloodied cloth in the med bay to dry yourself off with, remember your previous goal and attempt to reach the frequency from before. The rain has slowed a bit, though it’s still pouring, but it’s enough for him to give a staticky query message before losing contact again.

Friend, im happy that you can go out into the rain!

fun fact about some of us humans: some of us are scared by the rain, or more specifically, thunder and lightning!

I hope you go without this fear, as staying in the rain /is/ quite nice. Just be sure to dry off afterwards to avoid any corrosion and/or rust on you!

Lightning is certainly a large concern, as I am unsure of my internal anatomy. While that is the case, I do know that my exterior is metal, and that I am a tall enough object to attract lightning.

However, my circuits are overloaded by the sensation of water, and it is the lowest tier of concerns right now. I am sure I will understand what you are saying better once I am inside... For now, I do not.

( Spybot is taking steps around in the mud and rain, letting it splash on his hands. There's even a faint recording of laughter playing at times, though it's clear it's one programmed into him. )

I do understand the fear of rain, though.

I fear that I am not fully immune, and rust... Rust could be an issue. I should return to shelter...