Interrogation
Who. Are. You?
The cold voice of the Collective fell onto the seemingly deaf ears of the Raider. The white lamps of the room gleamed off the gunmetal grey of the raiders armor, her five arms bound in energy bracers keeping them outstretched around her. The Collective was not able to remove the mask from her face, it, along with her armor appeared to be grafted on. The drone lowered its “face” to be in front of the mask, assuming she could even see out of the glowing white of it.
What is your intent? Who do you work for?
More silence from the other party, the Collective ran through its database, looking for more legal interrogation tactics that hadn’t already been exhausted. Maybe there was a loophole somewhere in the codes and laws. Another diagnostic was ran, scanning the raider for at the 157th time in the 3 days she had been locked in the room with the drone.
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Scan complete. Not living, not a machine, what are you?
The Collective had been puzzling on this since the first scan, itching to actually take it apart.
[It’s not talking yet, is it more worthwhile to continue the questioning or just to take it apart? Which would yield more information?
392,642 data clusters in favor of continuing questioning.
400,321 clusters not in favor.
3,700 not decided.
Continue questioning until at least 60% of clusters are not in favor.]
The drone extended a needle from one finger of the two front facing appendages.
Who. Are. You?
