You and the other two make it back to the workshop where you are assigned and scan into the computer to see your next assignment. Apparently the robot had issues during its trial and they’re requesting all three of you to report out to where the meeting with the President and these ambassadors is going to be. You are told to bring power packs with you.

The three of you get into a vehicle that seats 4 with ample storage space in the back for additional equipment. An entire robot minus its shell is loaded into the back for parts. Scavenging broken down equipment is common now since the design for this model of robot was lost years ago. Not too many people design robots anymore since most engineers were killed off.

You climb into drivers seat, and scan your hand over the dashboard.

“Your destination is Seattle Convention Center. No other destinations are allowed in this vehicle.” the speakers for the car chime.

The car pulls out onto the road and starts playing propaganda as you’re traveling in it.

“Destroy the patriarchy today! Report wrong think to your local police.”

You sigh. The drive is about fifteen minutes so you’ll have to listen to this the whole way. The new guy decide to relax somewhat and props his feet up on the side of the dashboard. The car continues to play propaganda.

“Meat is bad! Meat is the number one cause of cancer and toxic masculinity!”

The car then starts beeping.

“Please remove your feet from the dashboard or a cleaning fee of $600 will be deducted collectively from your paychecks.”

Raphael sighs and puts his feet back on the floor. It goes back to playing propaganda.

“Erections are a form of rape. Remember to not stare at a woman buttocks.”

You hold back a snicker from the last piece of propaganda.

“Who the hell comes up with those?”

“Who do you think?” Chris replies. The car keeps going on with the propaganda.

“A woman’s breasts are not to be used for licking.”

All three of you bust out laughing.

“You all are fined $50 for insulting state propaganda.” Everyone sneers at this message.

The vehicle reaches the convention center and pulls into a parking spot next to a van. The robots are standing next to the van. A woman walks out of the van, looking very angry. “Your programming is shit, they run at max CPU usage so the power packs die fast.” She yells at the three of you. “Replace the power packs immediately! The President is on her way here in the helicopter right now.”
Everyone gets to work opening up the bots and replacing the packs. The robots become functional just as the helicopter lands. You can hear the helicopter’s motor running poorly, likely from not being maintained properly.
The president and an assistant climb out of the helicopter. She calls a Secret Service Agent over to her.
“Please arrest the helicopter pilot immediately! He raped me by looking at me funny.
The agents rip the pilot out of the helicopter and taze the guy multiple times. The unconscious guy is dragged over to the van, either to be arrested by the cops or executed later. As the President and her staff walk into the convention center, the robots follow her. The agents turn towards the three of you standing there.

“You three!” A female agent yells. Follow us in case those pieces of crap break again.

All three of you grab an equipment bag and follow the agents, two of which follow behind you with their guns drawn, assuming you’re going to blow yourself up or do something silly to die.

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