4.24.2006
Day 2, Morning: The Droid Calls Cinder A Meatbot
The security droid says:
"Please see Foreman Scott for advanced Library access. Downloads are available for work credits obtainable in the Factory, meatbot."
In case you're wondering, DFoO, the security droid can't... or maybe won't... help you find Vrill or the Book of Poppies.
You head upstairs to Sleep Chamber D. On your way, the halls bustle with all sorts of robot activity. The robots seem to be pretty serious about their work. The door is open, revealing a massive room containing lots of recharging bays, the description of which is left as an exercise to the reader.
The robots seem to all have pretty mundane names for how flashy they look. You know, names like John, Ralph, Mark, Ed, Chris, Paul, Dave, and hey look, there's 'Jim'. A terminal flashes 'Jim: your library downloads are ready. Please swipe your P.I.C. and enter your code for access.' Marivhon, you type in the numbers, and pretend to swipe your hand, but the terminal reads: 'Error, please swipe your P.I.C.'
The robots coming in and out of the chambers ignore you, but this whole lack of meatbots thing is beginning to creep you out. Terminal V is definitely not a great place to grab a latte, read the paper, fight over rubies. A massive security droid enters the Sleep Chambers and slowly, silently, patrols the bays.
"Please see Foreman Scott for advanced Library access. Downloads are available for work credits obtainable in the Factory, meatbot."
In case you're wondering, DFoO, the security droid can't... or maybe won't... help you find Vrill or the Book of Poppies.
You head upstairs to Sleep Chamber D. On your way, the halls bustle with all sorts of robot activity. The robots seem to be pretty serious about their work. The door is open, revealing a massive room containing lots of recharging bays, the description of which is left as an exercise to the reader.
The robots seem to all have pretty mundane names for how flashy they look. You know, names like John, Ralph, Mark, Ed, Chris, Paul, Dave, and hey look, there's 'Jim'. A terminal flashes 'Jim: your library downloads are ready. Please swipe your P.I.C. and enter your code for access.' Marivhon, you type in the numbers, and pretend to swipe your hand, but the terminal reads: 'Error, please swipe your P.I.C.'
The robots coming in and out of the chambers ignore you, but this whole lack of meatbots thing is beginning to creep you out. Terminal V is definitely not a great place to grab a latte, read the paper, fight over rubies. A massive security droid enters the Sleep Chambers and slowly, silently, patrols the bays.
