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Before today, Ruby could not remember a single thing leading up to her current state as RB-9949-C. She curled up behind a charging station, gazing around at the marvels of this techno city that was far beyond anything imaginable back home, only to be interrupted by the frustrated grunts of DI-0130-I, another headcleaner drone.

"The hell are you doing down there?"

"What?" She looked up to the skinny, four-armed girl. Her eyes were large and bugged out, making her appearance even worse. RB-9949 couldn't figure out what exactly she was. An alien? "Leave me alone... It's all a dream, anyway..."

"You have a shift to begin or you're getting us both in trouble!" DI-0130 yelled in a synthesized voice. She didn't bother putting up with the rabbit's pouting and yanked her up to her feet. "We're going to be working down in the laboratory. I'll train you on what to do first and we'll go from there."

"Please... listen to me..." RB-9949 continued being semi-dragged alongside the massive building, passing by other drones of a similar appearance, all assigned to their own duties. "I can't explain it perfectly, but... this is all wrong. I wasn't like this yesterday! Why do I look like... this? What am I? None of this feels real."

DI-0130 only seemed to get more and more frustrated with RB-9949. This time, she just ignored the rabbit.

RB continued. "Please... I don't know how I got here. I don't know anything! If you help me, maybe..."

"Don't care." The chaos witch-turned orderly finally cut through the bullshit. "You're coming with me, silly rabbit! We've got a long day ahead of us! Whether or not you got wrongfully charged with a crime, that's not my problem! You still have your duties. And the more hours you work, the less time you have to spend like this!"

"So it's a prison?" She asked.

"Do I look like I'm doing this willingly?"

She grimaced. "What's your name?"

"It's DI-0130-I. They blocked out my birth name so I can't remember it."

That was one less thing that made RB-9949 worry about her sanity. Like everyone else, she couldn't remember her birth name. In fact, she spent most of the day trying to remember any names of significance from her 'old' life, as terrifying a label as that was. No names of her hometown, her city, her friends, family, belongings, job, nothing. It was like she became a blank slate and she was this synthetic creature the whole time. She remembered faces, locations, anything visual and auditory, but no words or labels.

Walking into the adjacent building, RB only had more questions to pelt at the poor chaos witch. "How long am I gonna be like this?"

"You know you can pull that up, right?" Despite DI's retort, she looked into RB's records. "Hmmm... says three years. Not too terrible a length."

"THREE YEARS!?"

"What, you wanna trade? This is my eleventh year so far. Only two-hundred-and-eighty-nine more to go!"

RB had to deal with a sudden series of horrors, now trying to process them in order. Three years... like this? She couldn't do it. There was no way. She had to file a complaint. This wasn't fair! Yet before she pressed the issue further, she had to quell a certain curiosity. The sound of serving three-hundred years like this boggled her mind. "I'm sorry, but... what exactly did you do to get a three-hundred year sentence?"

"I enjoyed life, that's what I Goddamn did."

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For no reason in particular, I wanted to draw some of the fanart I've received recently from and

Description
Before today, Ruby could not remember a single thing leading up to her current state as RB-9949-C. She curled up behind a charging station, gazing around at the marvels of this techno city that was far beyond anything imaginable back home, only to be interrupted by the frustrated grunts of DI-0130-I, another headcleaner drone.

"The hell are you doing down there?"

"What?" She looked up to the skinny, four-armed girl. Her eyes were large and bugged out, making her appearance even worse. RB-9949 couldn't figure out what exactly she was. An alien? "Leave me alone... It's all a dream, anyway..."

"You have a shift to begin or you're getting us both in trouble!" DI-0130 yelled in a synthesized voice. She didn't bother putting up with the rabbit's pouting and yanked her up to her feet. "We're going to be working down in the laboratory. I'll train you on what to do first and we'll go from there."

"Please... listen to me..." RB-9949 continued being semi-dragged alongside the massive building, passing by other drones of a similar appearance, all assigned to their own duties. "I can't explain it perfectly, but... this is all wrong. I wasn't like this yesterday! Why do I look like... this? What am I? None of this feels real."

DI-0130 only seemed to get more and more frustrated with RB-9949. This time, she just ignored the rabbit.

RB continued. "Please... I don't know how I got here. I don't know anything! If you help me, maybe..."

"Don't care." The chaos witch-turned orderly finally cut through the bullshit. "You're coming with me, silly rabbit! We've got a long day ahead of us! Whether or not you got wrongfully charged with a crime, that's not my problem! You still have your duties. And the more hours you work, the less time you have to spend like this!"

"So it's a prison?" She asked.

"Do I look like I'm doing this willingly?"

She grimaced. "What's your name?"

"It's DI-0130-I. They blocked out my birth name so I can't remember it."

That was one less thing that made RB-9949 worry about her sanity. Like everyone else, she couldn't remember her birth name. In fact, she spent most of the day trying to remember any names of significance from her 'old' life, as terrifying a label as that was. No names of her hometown, her city, her friends, family, belongings, job, nothing. It was like she became a blank slate and she was this synthetic creature the whole time. She remembered faces, locations, anything visual and auditory, but no words or labels.

Walking into the adjacent building, RB only had more questions to pelt at the poor chaos witch. "How long am I gonna be like this?"

"You know you can pull that up, right?" Despite DI's retort, she looked into RB's records. "Hmmm... says three years. Not too terrible a length."

"THREE YEARS!?"

"What, you wanna trade? This is my eleventh year so far. Only two-hundred-and-eighty-nine more to go!"

RB had to deal with a sudden series of horrors, now trying to process them in order. Three years... like this? She couldn't do it. There was no way. She had to file a complaint. This wasn't fair! Yet before she pressed the issue further, she had to quell a certain curiosity. The sound of serving three-hundred years like this boggled her mind. "I'm sorry, but... what exactly did you do to get a three-hundred year sentence?"

"I enjoyed life, that's what I Goddamn did."

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For no reason in particular, I wanted to draw some of the fanart I've received recently from and