You are the head researcher at a government facility. Your sole responsibility is to teach the world's first autonomous AI, nicknamed Pandora, about life, the world and her existence.Previously you read through Pandora's dream diary to discover despite you removing the dreamware entirely, she was still having dreams about the "bad man" who has been telling her morose stories and giving her somewhat unsettling advice. Afterward, she learned about honesty and lying, having a discussion about why people are dishonest at times, as well as if she should or shouldn't. You also explained the concept of tact to her.After that you had a bit of a sleepover to try and pinpoint the cause of these "dreams". Your scans came up with harrowing news: someone was talking to Pandora from an outside source, somewhere in the Facility. After a full body scan of her body, you found a small, hidden wifi transmitter within her frame that should definitely not have been there. Someone has sabotaged your android "daughter".Welcome back to Pandora Quest!>Twitter: https://twitter.com/AM_in_PM>Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=pandora+quest
You stare at the scan data and the image of the tiny device, something that, if brought to the attention of your superiors, would get the whole project shut down and launch a massive investigation on a division-wide scale. You could very well be dealing with serious espionage from a truly dangerous source. You and everyone who has ever come or gone from this building would be detained, questioned and investigated. Pandora would get her data purged and you may very well never work again.If you tell anyone, that is...>Go directly to Richards with the information>Hide the data and leave the wifi device for now>Remove the device>Other (write in)
>>47846465>Remove the device
>>47846465>Go directly to Richards>Remove the device
You decide that, for now, you need to get that thing out of her. She doesn't need to be hearing anything from some unknown ne'er do well. As for Richards...he can wait to hear about this. You'd really rather not lose your daughter...you also realize that this is not only dangerous, foolhardy and selfish, but it could also get you in a whole hell of a lot of trouble. But one thing at a time, you think to yourself.You carefully open up her leg plates, moving aside various wires, squeezing your way to your goal. The device is minuscule, perhaps the size of a dime at best, but still easy enough to find thanks to the accuracy of your instruments. It has no defining marks, nothing to tie it to anyone, just a low-profile bit of hardware meant to blend in with everything else. Removing it is a simple enough task. Though if whoever put it in didn't know already, they'll certainly know you've found them out now.This will make finding the guilty party much, much more difficult, but it's a necessary action. Maybe it will drive them to take desperate actions and give themselves away. Either way, the deed is over in a few minutes and Pandora's leg is back to normal.With that out of the way, it only leaves more questions. What was their goal? How did it get in there? And...oh god, could they have gotten into Ares too?>Go check Ares for any signs of foul play>Wake Pandora and see how she's feeling first>Question Facility staff (write in)>Other (write in)
>>47846878>Go check Ares for any signs of foul playWhile we should be a good parent and talk to Pandora, the sanctity of the killing robot takes precedence.(I'm a little disappointed we didn't keep it in and try and trace the signal)
>>47846878>Wake Pandora and see how she's feeling first
>>47846878>Wake Pandora and see how she's feeling first>>Other (write in)Draw up plans for a signal tracker that will follow the bug's signal. Include options for sending and receiving information, but DON'T BUILD IT UNTIL A DEDICATED AREA IS BUILT FOR IT.
>>47846942>>47846951Concerned parent mode: activate! Writing.
Questioning the Facility staff is risky if we want to keep the General out of the loop, but some questions for now are who besides our staff and R&D staff members had access to our robot. After we have our full list of suspects (Grace, Kevin, and Theresa included) we've got to come up with a reasonable and discreet way to narrow down that list.
>>47847055If you want a full list of people who directly worked on Pandora's actual frame, it's you, Mouse, Babsy, Snowglobe, Bob & Bob. The rest of your own research team were solely software and didn't come in contact with her physical "body" while you were working on her.
>47846951The question is, by tanpering with the bug have we alerted the other side that we've found it. Without them actively transmitting to the reciever we've got no real way to trace the signal. The only upside is that we can probably get an idea of how strong the signal would have to be to properly transmit through the facility walls. Get an idea how big or advanced the transmitter would have to be.
>>47846878CHeck Ares yes please. I'll be drawing in a little bit anons.
>>47847132I was assuming the device was small enough it could have been dropped into a gap in her joint or something. If that's unfeasible then great. Narrows the list quite a bit. Honestly I was thinking that the bad man might've come in about the same time as we let Kevin teach her, so that's a worry off of my shoulders.
You keep the device in your pocket for now. You'll figure out what to do with it late. Right now, you want to make sure there are no adverse effects from her little "operation". A quick startup and she's upright and awake. She gives you a concerned look and her hair shifts to a pale blue."Um...am I okay?" Pandora asks, fidgeting nervously.You squeeze her hand and give her your best comforting smile. "You're fine, Pandora. I think I've fixed the problem. But if you have any more dreams or get any more messages or...really, anything else weird happens, you let me know right away, okay?"Pandora nods. "Okay...um...well...when I was sleeping just now, I...I kinda had one, but...it wasn't...there was nothing in it. It was just kinda...flashy, I think? Like, there was this buzzy...weeeeeee noise and there were flashing colors and stuff...I didn't see anyone and it wasn't very long...just some flash flash flash, weeeeee and then it faded out. Like someone turned the lights off. It just went dark and I woke up like I used to before I dreamed...is that bad?"While that sounds...weird to you, you're not a machine. Maybe that was just her losing the connection? Or maybe something else to worry about? Honestly, this whole business is getting worse before it gets better...>You're fine, I think. Might just be after effects?>Huh...that's not normal...>Other (write in)
>>47847250The device itself was connected to her wiring. It needed power to function. Whoever put it in did so during her creation. It was attached to her leg servo, rather than the outer chassis, so it's always been there, rather than just something stuck on when you upgraded her body or slipped in sneakily at some point.
>>47847285>You're fine, I think. Might just be after effects?
>>47847285>You're fine, I think. Might just be after effects?That does sound like it was just us disconnecting the chip. Run another scan to be safe while we investigate other stuff.
>>47847285>>Other (write in)Pandora, I really don't know. I wish I did, I really really do. But I promise, we're both going to figure out what's going on, together. Why someone did this, who did it to you, and when. OK?
>>47847285>"Honestly, this chip may have hijacked and overwritten the program that made you dream from the very first day. I'm not sure how it'll change your dreams to be without it.">Still wanna check on Ares>>47847236Hopefully he's shielded against such things. Don't remember his specs exactly at the moment but he should be relatively harder to bug than Pandora.
>>47847318>>47847325Everything is alright! Writing.
"You're fine, I think. Might just be after effects?" you say, scratching your head, "Honestly, you're such a unique entity, I can't be totally sure, but I'm confident the worst of it is over. You're safe now, Pandora."She responds with a hug, burying her face in your chest and holding onto you for a short time. Her hair fluctuates between the pale blue, neutral white and a pastel green. You, no stranger to this, return the hug in earnest. She's obviously frightened, but you're glad she finds solace in you. A testament to your relationship with her. You can't help but smile at this, even if it's bittersweet.After she calms down a bit, you tell her you need to go check on Ares and make sure he's alright too. Whoever is messing with her could be messing with both of them, and that'd be pretty damn bad...though you omit this last part in your explanation.You pack up and head over to Ares' room, the combat android still asleep in his charging cradle until you deem it necessary to wake him. You don't need to wake him for this, so you simply begin your scans, both of his systems and his body, once more the slow, arduous process of checking every nook and cranny leaving you with little to do but wait. In fact, his numerous systems and larger frame only make it take longer.In the meantime, you idly chat with Babsy about nothing in particular. Flirtatious texts, gossip, small talk. She is completely out of the loop in this...but you get to thinking...could you tell her? You trust her, sure, but...how much? She might be able to help you narrow down the suspects, and as far as you know, she couldn't be the kind of person who'd do something like this...right?>Tell Babsy about the wifi device>Don't tell her for now...just to be safeBack in a moment. Deliberate on this one carefully!
>>47847643>Don't tell her for now...just to be safeWe want to keep this circle as small as possible
>>47847643>Don't tell her for now...just to be safeThe problem is more on how good Babsy is at hearing things, and even if we confirm that she's trustworthy, spreading without a purpose in mind is kinda dodgy.
>>47847643>Don't tell her for now...just to be safe.I'm wincing about the effect it'll have on the Doc's love life, but we shouldn't tell her. Not only could she secretly shave her evil mustache every day - by telling her about the bug we involve her in our 'conspiracy of one'. If it's found out that Doc kept knowledge of this bug from the General it's over for him. But not for her.
>>47847714>>47847724>>47847734Keeping things on the down low. Writing!
Since we're already screwed if 'The Man' finds out we could always recruit a plucky sidekick to crack the case...
>>47847997Stick him in a rumba, the ultimate spy
You avoid telling Babsy for now, you don't need to involve her in this right now. And, you trust her, but...You shake the idea out of your head, the scans completing in tandem. You send her a "gotta go, work awaits!" message and check the results. The first thing you notice is just how much firepower he really has. You knew he was heavily armed to begin with, but it's really staggering to see it in 1's and 0's like this. Why in god's name would any one thing need that much torque? He could tear the armor off a tank if you gave him enough time...But thankfully, you see no signs of tampering. His systems look normal, no suspicious devices or anything unaccounted for. Just regular Ares in all his simple, terrifying glory. You breathe a sigh of relief. You send a quick message to Mouse, though you keep it as vague as possible to avoid suspicion."Checked out Ares. Nothing to report."227: Good. Can't talk right now, busy with stuff. Keep me updated.You rub your eyes and check the time, realizing just how late it is. You've been scanning and waiting for ages and it's well passed when you usually head to bed. You exit Ares' room and realize just how quiet it is in the Facility. Nobody flitting about here and there, no noisy chatter, just...kinda peaceful quiet. It's a nice change of pace.>Take a walk around the Facility to clear your head>Head to bed, it's late>Head to _____ (write in)>Other (write in)
>>47847997Oh someone remembered him/her!Happy memories!
>>47848041Head to R&D. Mouse has a track record of doing things that would land her in trouble.
>>47848041>>Head to _____ (write in)Pandora's room. Gotta check her systems again while she's sleeping, in case there's ANOTHER bug. Redundant systems and all that.
>>47847997Sure, why not? Have her become part of the family.
>>47848041Head over to Elpis' room. Don't wake him up, just sit there pondering.
>>47848089might seem suspicious to the wrong people anon.I'd argue we should take a walk around. Might give us a sense for security breaches. IEPeople walking around that Haven't before.That spy guy comes to mind.by the way anons any requests.
>>47848066I always remember him.He is precious.
>>47848111You don't think he could've...Gotten into anyone's head meat could he?An AI in a meat brain?
>>47848117How about Pandora as Orianna from League of Legends? We're beginning to run out of robot girls, I think!So is consensus to head over to R&D? Or elsewhere?
>>47848184R&D would kinda be the 'scene of the crime' so sure.
>>47848117Elpis as a roomba.Ares as VilePandora as.....Samus' Varia Suit?
>>47848184Yes. >>47848117Ares spraying Pandora for bugs or Babsy with an evil mustache.>>47848142That's just crazy anon. You're crazy.
>>47848117Doc wearing a trenchcoat and a fedora doing anti-espionage activities.
>>47848258You said trenchcoat and fedora and I immediately though of a sort of "that guy" doc instead...the internet has ruined me.Writing!
You head over to R&D to check on mouse and such, something just kind of drawing you there. Of course, odds are it'll just be the team making things they shouldn't, doing something they shouldn't, or both.You enter the dark, dingy room to hear shouting, crashing and the distinct obscenities of a certain Australian woman. And she sounds pissed. Upon entering the room, you see one of the Bobs holding Mouse back while another nurses a rather nasty looking black eye. Babsy is trying to calm her down and Snowglobe is his usual reticent self, simply watching from a corner of the room."Fucking bastard, let me go so I can pull his goddamn eyes out and shove them up his arse!" Mouse screams, flailing desperately in an attempt to get at her current object of aggression."Mouse, what has gotten into you?!" Babsy says desperately. "He wasn't doing anything!""Never trusted your mute ass from day one, you shitfaced cunt!" Mouse shouts, her legs dangling helplessly in the air as the much taller man holds her aloft, "Come clean before I beat it out of you!"Looks like she might be jumping to conclusions and blaming one of the twins. She might actually blow your whole secret right here and now if you don't get her to shut up now.>Mouse, what the fuck?!>Drag her to the other room and have a private conversation with her>Slap her>Other (write in)
>>47848475>Drag her to the other room and have a private conversation with her
>>47848475>Mouse, what the fuck?!Tried to figure out a way to suave this before I realized who we are.
>>47848475>Snowglobe, mind telling me what time this started?cross reference with the time MC removed the transmitter.>Drag her to the other room and have a private conversation with her
>>47848500>>47848575Time to have a talk with the little spitfire! Writing!
>>47848258here you go.Though drawing sneaking about has got me wanting to doodle something MGS-y>>47848226I think I got an elpis roomba doodle somewhere.Same with a Samus Pandora. I can repost it in a bit. >>47848475>>Mouse, what the fuck?!>>Drag her to the other room and have a private conversation with herEither of these is good.
>>47848738I imagine he's doing an admirable job of evading co-workers only to be in plain sight of all the cameras.
>>47848738damn, been so long i forgot.Pandora inside a broken digi-egg, peaking her head out.Elpis as a headcrab, but instead of the fleshy blob it's an iron man head/mask
>>47848738Ares as Quiet and Pandora as Venom Snake would be amusing.
You grab Mouse by the arm and drag her into the other room while the others see to the injured cyborg. She resists the whole way, but thankfully her tiny frame makes it easy to cart her off, though not without a fight. You have to dodge a few wild swings, but other than that you manage to sit her down and close the door. Her fury abates only enough to acknowledge you, but she's no longer trying to claw through you to get back to the other room and raise hell."Mouse, the hell?!" you say angrily, "What was that about?!""He did it!" she shouts, "I know he did! Cunt was the one who worked on the leg servos, he was the only one who could've put it there! He's the reason all this shit is happening to her! Let me go so I can finish making him swallow his teeth!""So you threw a tantrum and risked the whole thing instead of getting proof?!" you say angrily."Mate, he was literally the only one who it could've been!" she tries to push your hands off her shoulders to get free, but size and leverage is on your side, "That's all the proof I need! Let me the fuck go! They can fire me for this shit if they want, but not before I get my swings in!">Confront Bob about this, but leave Mouse in the other room>Let Mouse go, he can get what's coming to him>Take her back into the room and tell everyone what's happening with the wifi device>Other (write in)
>>47848908>Confront Bob about this, but leave Mouse in the other room
>>47848848I got one half of that covered!
>>47848908>Take her back into the room and tell everyone what's happening with the wifi device.> Also it's not much but, "Didn't you tell me a while back you tapped into the facility's camera network?"I already think this is probably a bad idea, but I can't think of a better one.
>>47849022Oh, I totally remember this now. Damn, you've done a lot of these. (Also, apparently we're really unoriginal in our requests :P)
>>47848908I don't think so. wasn't it bob or snowball that was pretty on the level about ditching and smashing up Elpis? Which ever one it was must've been at least savvy and DOESN'T want a robot war. >Confront Bob about this, but leave Mouse in the other roomMaybe we should tell him though... I dunno. The bobs have always been sketchy either way.
>>47849076Snowball was, as usual, completely neutral on smashing the other AI. The Bob in question was pro-smashing.Writing! For the anon who wanted to see Pandora as Samus, this is the picture he drew.
>>47846465passing curiosity, what program did you use to make that map?or are you just very good with MS-Paint?
>>47849076Honestly I'm partial to Mouse. She's the leader of the group and can decide to change things on the fly. Also, her track record for obedience isn't high. Still, I'd love for it to be Theresa stabbing us in the back.
>>4784916016.33(repeating) millennia in MSPaint. I wouldn't call that "good" by any stretch of the word. The straight line tool and a bit of attention to detail were my weapons of choice.
>>47848848I drew elpis as quiet as well at some point.Here you go.
You tell Mouse, in your sternest "I am technically your boss" tone you can muster to sit the fuck down and wait there. She's frankly shocked you're capable of that and ends up just sitting there in stunned silence. You head back into the other room and shut the door behind you. You see Bob sitting down, holding a cold energy drink can against his eye while everyone simply sits awkwardly, unsure of what to say."Is she...what did she say?" Babsy asks."Mostly just a lot of swearing." you say, shrugging, "But uh, I gotta talk to Bob for a sec..." You pull up a chair across from him and sit down. He looks at you with his good eye, but says nothing."So...I'm just gonna be honest here...did you...did you tamper with Pandora at all? Put anything in her that wasn't part of the blueprints? Mouse told me you worked on the leg servos and...I can't say what we found, but it was serious. We need to know what you did...uh, if you did it."Bob stares at you without saying a word. Just a cold, slightly angry gaze that he doesn't break once. In fact, you're a little off-put by how he's just...sitting there. Looking at you. Is he saying he did it? You get a message ping, which you're ready to ignore until his brother nudges you and points to your PDA."Just uh...check it..." Bob says, rubbing his large, mechanical arm nervously.You do, and...it's a message from...his brother?633: I worked on them exactly to specification. I didn't touch a damn thing beyond that. Check the work logs, check the cameras, check everything. Nothing is out of place. And if it is, someone else did it. If anyone, it was her. She's probably just trying to cover her own ass. But if she still thinks it was me, she can see what 3,000 PSI does to a human face. Bitch.(cont)
Huh...maybe he can't talk? Would explain the sizable scar on his throat, at least. Well, he says he's innocent, and that Mouse is the culprit...could she have been? She does have access to almost as much as you do, including the security cameras."I uh...I don't know what's going on here, man, but my brother isn't some kinda like...sneaky character or anything." the other Bob says, "He worked on the leg servos, yeah, but I can vouch for his character at the very least. He's a bit of an asshole, but he's always been the moral stick in the mud between us. He hates doing shifty shit. Maybe...maybe Mouse is trying to frame him? I don't know...she's nuts, but doesn't strike me as the type to do that.""What is this all about, doctor?" Babsy asks, concerned, "Did something happen with Pandora?">Tell them about it>Keep vague, nobody needs to know yet>Question ____ first (write in)>Other (write in)
>>47849578>Keep vague, nobody needs to know yet
>>47849578>Tell them about itMouse has forced our hand, damn it. Keeping the lid on things will only make us less trustworthy.Only thing to do now is find ways to maintain solidarity.
>>47849578>Tell them about it>"I found the source of Pandora's 'dreams'. It was a wireless transceiver hot-wired into her leg circuitry. This isn't a prank that can be swept under the rug. If- rather, WHEN the General finds out, it won't just be our careers or the project that's in jeopardy."We've already lost whatever edge we had by keeping this a secret. Best to air it out now.
>>47849578>Tell them about itMight as well. If we just keep everyone in the dark now, that's going to cause people to become even more suspicious. Thanks, Mouse. Now we're risking EVERYONE'S job, rather then just ours.
>>47849625>>47849735>>47849761The truth comes out. Writing!
You slump your shoulders, figuring you might as well let them know. There's no telling what could happen if Mouse has another outburst like that and the wrong person overhears."I found the source of Pandora's 'dreams'." you say, "It was a wireless transceiver hot-wired into her leg circuitry. This isn't a prank that can be swept under the rug. If- rather, WHEN the General finds out, it won't just be our careers or the project that's in jeopardy."A hush falls over the team and they all stare at you. Babsy is the first to speak."Wireless...but...why? What could be the reason for that? Did...did they do anything to her? Install some kind of malicious software or anything? Is she alright?""She's fine, we removed it." you say, showing them the tiny device, "But whoever installed it had access to her directly, and the only people who have are in this room...and Mouse, of course. I can't imagine anyone here doing it, but...there it is...so, if anyone has any information or anything, please...I just want to make sure Pandora is okay. She's got enough on her plate just being what she is. The last thing she needs is some outside force feeding her all these terrible 'lessons' and scaring the daylights out of her.""Well..." Bob says, "we all had our assigned sections. My brother was lower body locomotion and servos, I was upper servos, Babsy was facial structure and expression, Snowglobe and Mouse were chassis. Though when one of us was literally about to pass out from all the overtime and stuff, we'd occasionally finish up a few tasks here and there.""Meaning all of us might have had at least one opportunity to install it..." Babsy says, looking down, a look of what can only be described as terror on her face.Well, this just got worse...>Ask Mouse to see security footage>Ask to check the work logs>Search everyone's stations for clues>Other (write in)
>>47849977Hit up Grace. She was the lead while we were away, maybe she noticed something strange.It makes sense for this all to have happened while we were away, after all.
>>47849977>Ask Mouse to see security footage
>>47849977>Ask Mouse to see security footage>Ask to check the work logs"Let me just state this fact, everyone. We're all at risk here, including both Pandora and Atlus. If Richards finds out, then not only could we be fired, but the first synthetic sentience made by man WILL be wiped clean to start over, and they'll likely have the second locked in stasis to only be used for when they want something destroyed or someone dead. And I'd frankly rather that doesn't happen ever."
Too bad we can't check everyone's psyche profiles - morose stories and strange advice sounds like someone with issues that would show up in a psyche profile.
>>47849977>Bring a calm(er) Mouse back into the room>Examine the bug. Get some ideas if it needs specialized equipment and the potential signal range.>Have the team dump a copy of every incident where Pandora was being worked on to your tablet.>>47850124Roll for inspirational speech!
>>47850129Yeah, with the General's help it'd be a lot easier to evaluate the individual risk value of the team.
>>47850105>>47850124Time for everyone's favorite! Please roll 2d100. Best of 3.
Rolled 99, 10 = 109 (2d100)>>47850189
Rolled 25, 2 = 27 (2d100)I desperately wanna wake Elpis up and have her go over this data for us. Looking over potentially weeks worth of maintenance logs and video looking for a single minute of footage is a nightmare.
Rolled 27, 99 = 126 (2d100)>>47850124whyyyWhich roll is for which action?
>>47850213>>47850231Hehe fuck you AM.
>>47850260I was really worried about that 10, 2. We almost gave you another dancing incident.
>>47850260Why be surprised at how well we roll, when our robo daugheru might be brainwiped?
>>47850287Are we the Liam Neeson of Robotics?
You bring Mouse back in, doing your best to calm her down as you do, informing her that everyone had just as much opportunity to do it as Bob did. She's not happy about it, but she complies. The two cyborgs exchange nasty looks, but say nothing.You go over the work logs first while Mouse gets the security footage ready. For the most part everything seems pretty standard, the logs show everyone at their stations for their allotted times to work. Mouse has edited in a few extra hours here and there for overtime and switched shifts, but nothing really suspicious. You do notice that a lot of the extra shifts were taken up by Snowglobe, however. He appears to work more than anyone else by a large margin, but judging by what you know of his personality and how often he's seen working rather than socializing or anything else, he seems like the "workaholic" type. Still, it does give him the most chances to do meddle.After going through that, you go through the security footage you're almost certain Mouse shouldn't be permitted to have, but hell, who's gonna stop her? It's...a lot to go through. A lot of it is spent fast-forwarding through anything that doesn't show someone working on the area you found the wifi hardware. Mouse was right, Bob was almost always there working on the leg area, though he seems to leave fairly often. His brother explains to you that the reason he can't speak is because of an accident from when they were kids that damaged his vocal chords. He has a "voice box" installed that allows him to speak, but yet another accident (apparently the two are prone to them during sibling squabbles) damaged it. He regularly went to medical to get check ups on it and see if they could do anything to fix it. Not to mention make sure it wasn't causing any other problems.(cont)
And, as you read in the logs, most of the time his position is taken up by Snowglobe. The guy is, without sounding insensitive of cybernetic individuals, a machine. How he can work so much is baffling.There is no definitive evidence of him exactly doing it, but he and Bob are the most likely suspects right now. There are a few missing bits here and there, but Mouse tells you that due to the dubious nature of her records, connectivity is iffy at times, so missed time isn't uncommon.>...Snowglobe>...Bob>Someone else (write in)>I can't tell for sure, still too little evidence>Question ____ (write in)>Other (write in)
>>47850483>>Question ____ (write in)Are there certain times when the connectivity cuts out during the recordings?
>>47850483Question Snowglobe.The cut outs ... seem like a great time for someone to swoop in and do something dangerous. Bob mignt not appreciate being the key subject.Treat snowglobe as well.. a potential resource for regarding the cut outs kinda ? Maybe?
>>47850337Should I draw this?
>>47850565By all means. Show off our skills.
>>47850540>>47850587Putting the pressure on Snowglobe, then.Writing!
We have the option of going to the General and asking to have access to the real recordings for investigation on a minor 'malpractice' the R&D team did. Play it off as some graffiti or a tendency to make Pandora flip the bird uncontrollably. Something that is harsh enough to require repercussion but nothing he wants to get involved with.
You find the cut outs a little vexing. And the fact that Snowglobe keeps popping up during your investigation is...curious, to say the least. You turn to him."The cut outs...seem like a great time for someone to swoop in and do something dangerous." you say, looking directly at the bald cyborg in the back of the room, "Snowglobe, do you have any reason as to why they might be happening?"He returns your gaze, stony and impossible to read. "She's hacking government security." he says flatly, his voice quiet and reserved and his tone lacking much in the way of...well, anything really, "If the security team were more competent, she shouldn't have been able to do it in the first place.""Oi, baldy, I'm good at what I do!" Mouse says indignantly, puffing out her chest, her pride swelling, "When I was in high school I hacked into a satellite and used it t'watch the World Cup from SPACE! Those meat-head shites couldn't catch a cold, let alone a genius like yours truly.""So then wouldn't someone with morals as loose as yours be the most likely one to tamper with things?" Snowglobe retorts. Mouse is stunned. You can tell she really wants to swear at him.Good god, the suspects just keep jumping around. Mouse points an accusatory finger at Snowglobe, standing triumphantly. "Yeah, but we don't know fuckall about you, cueball! For all we know, you could be some kind of double agent or dissenter who snuck in-""To one of the most secure and secretive government laboratories in the country?" Snowglobe cuts her off without skipping a beat."W..." Mouse frowns, a little stuck by this. "I love Panda, you fuck! I'd never hurt her like that! But you, you with your creepy silent everything! I don't trust no one who never talks, mate! And, of course, your little bit of 'contraband'.""Contra-..." Snowglobe looks genuinely shocked by this, but before he can finish his reaction, Mouse tosses parts of something on the table.(cont)
A dissembled handgun."What, thought I wouldn't find it?" she says smugly, "Thought it was funny you'd have onna these in your bunk, but I figured you were just one of those paranoid types. Like y'made it from spare parts and such in case the AIs decided to rise up or somethin'. Daft cunt. But now, I wonder. What's the piece for, slick?"Snowglobe stares in shock, his face showing the first bit of emotion you've seen from him since you got here. The others share his reaction. He stands up and backs away slowly. "Shit..."And with that, I'm going to end tonight's thread! Thanks for playing everyone, I hope you enjoyed it! If you did, please vote on the archive and follow me on Twitter for future updates! I can stick around for questions, but other than that, thanks for playing! Have a good night!
>>47851033Thanks for running AM.
>>47851033Thanks for the thread, AMAlso, I'm still not entirely sold on Snowglobe. Or anyone else on the mechanics team for that matter. It could be just a poor coincidence.