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Published: 2014-08-27 14:59:59 +0000 UTC; Views: 1061; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 0
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My next error message. Β Hope everyone likes it.Also, I'm willing to switch who steps on the platform in the beginning.
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(How about a Machoke robot this time?)
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We're both wandering an abandoned factory. "Looks too clean for something abandoned."
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Reggie: Β "I agree with you on that, but I haven't noticed any people around to keep it clean so it must be abandoned somehow." Β *I'm wandering right behind you and staring at all of the pristine surfaces.*
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"I doubt it was abandoned recently though. We would have saw signs outside." I say as we pass through a sign that says Pokebot Factory. "Our even heard of this company."
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Reggie: Β "I can agree with you on that. Β I wonder what happened that caused this place to be abandoned."
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"Who knows. Probably been classified I bet, like a horror movie plot like the AI became aware or a robot uprising they then put down."
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We head deeper until we come across a vast room. "Looks like the production line."
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Reggie: Β *I look across the room and see station after station dedicated to the creation and maintenance of the robo-Pokemon.* Β "Yeah, I can see that. Β I wonder how they were used to create them?" Β *I rub the back of my head and keep looking around when I see a panel turn on and light up.*
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Each station is numbered for a specific pokemon type. A panel below me lights up and a glass tube lands down on me, trapping me in a kind of pod. I pound at it. "G-get me out of this thing!"
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Reggie: Β *I look on in horror.*"I...Yeah, I will try to help dude!" Β *I run over and check out the panel the lit up on the side of the room. Β It seems to read that a perfect subject for Machoke conversion has been found and is moving on to stage one.*
*Stage one begins as the ceiling above you opens up and releases a small amount of grey goo. Β The grey goo falls out of the ceiling and lands on your head with a splat.*
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I scream in surprise. "Just turn it off!" I shout as I try to get the grey gunk off me.
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Reggie: Β *I start pressing buttons randomly on the panel.* Β "I'm trying dude, but nothing is happening that I can notice."
*The grey gunk doesn't seem to want to come off as it spreads to your hands and starts replicating.*
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"C-careful! Who knows what the buttons do!" I shout as still try shaking the gunk off.
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Reggie: Β "But we'll never know how to turn the things off if I don't try!" *I soon press a button and an alarm goes off in the factory.*
*Meanwhile the goo is starting to spread up your arms and covering your face as well.*
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"H-hel-hhmmph!" I scream before the goo covers my face. I feel it cover my head entirely before moving to my legs.
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Reggie: Β "I'm helping but I think I'm about to encounter a problem of my own. Β I think that alarm is going to cause trouble for me as well!" Β *I ignore the alarm blaring and run back to the tube that you are trapped in, watching as the grey goo covers your legs next.*
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You watch the goo over me entirely as I feel weird in it.
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Reggie: Β *I watch as red lines soon appear along your arms and legs while the goo creates a set of black shorts.*
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The goo reveals three ridges on my head as you realize it's turning me into a Machoke. The familiar belt forming proves it.
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Reggie: Β *I step back in shock.* Β "You...It's turning you into a Machoke!?"
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You watch my head comes out of the goo, only for it to be a Machoke's head. "M-machoke!" I scream in a deeper voice.
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Reggie: Β "I can't understand you at all anymore!" Β *I step back even more and watch as the tube starts rising back up into the ceiling.*
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The last of the goo vanish as I stand there look at now machoke self in complete shock. "M-ma ma machoke?! Choke ma ma choke!" I shout at you in horror.
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Reggie: Β "It's pointless to try and talk with me, I can't understand what your shouting at all."
*Over at the panel, it displays that phase two is now ready to initiate as hands grab your body and force it onto the machines next to you.*
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"M-machoke!" I scream as I'm pulled into the production line.
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Reggie: Β *I run over to try and save you from the arms, but they pull me away and restrain me on another machine.* Β "NO! Β I won't let you turn him into a robot." Β *My pleas fall on deaf ears as the machine places a metal chestpiece over your torso and welds it on.*
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I scream as I feel the chest piece merging into me, changing my insides into servos and circuitry. The arms put you in front of the panel. It says 'Stage 2 in process... Please select Stage 3 option'. The options appear to be occupations on what to use me in. Security, manual labor, servitude, model, even toy though you're not sure what that means exactly. Each option has a given Operating System and programs to go with it.
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Reggie: Β *I look over the options presented to me.* Β "Well, I think maybe having a Security robot would be beneficial in keeping me safe." Β *I push the button marked Security as the option I want for Phase three as a helmet is placed on your head and welded on.*
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The panel stings a bit as it then says 'Scanning DNA for ownership...'. There's a bit of blood on it.
My screams vanished before my vocal cords turn into a voice synthesizer. "S-somebody help me!" You hear me scream in a synthesized Machoke voice. My head reforms with my eyes turning into permanent tough looking red lenses, my ears turning into sensors hidden in my head.
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Reggie: Β *I pull my hand back and stick the pricked finger into my mouth.* Β "I'd try to help but I don't think the arms will let me do anything to help you out."
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You watch as the arms weld the parts on me. Turning my feet into basically boots, the belt and tights into permanent parts of me, then my arms and hands into robotic pieces. I'm then put on the next machine. 'Stage 2 complete. Beginning Stage 3...'
The arms plug the charging wire on the altered belt buckle, charging me up. A wire then plug on the back of my head. 'Begin installing Security.OS...'
"M-my h-head f-feels weird..."
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Reggie: Β "That's normal, your new programming is just starting to be installed in you after all."
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"P-programming? I-I don't want to be p-programmed!" I scream as my code starts to be filled with fighting moves and ways to protect and attack.
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Reggie: Β "Yeah, it asked me to ask what I wanted to use you for and it took a bit of my blood for my DNA."
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I feel my sense of self being altered. "I-I'm n-not some r-robot -ERROR- I-I'm n-not -ERROR- CORRECTING ERROR... REBOOTING..." I turn off before turning back on again. "SECURITY.OS INSTALLED. UNIT MODEL MCK-067 READY FOR DUTY." I turn to face you. "OWNER IDENTIFIED. H-help m-me."
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Reggie: Β "You can help by getting these robotic arms off of me and out of here as well."
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I unplug myself as I'm done charging and go get you from the arms.
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Reggie: Β *I'm set back down on the ground gently by you as the arms dissipate.* Β "Thanks for your help, Security bot Machoke."
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"I live to serve." I reply calmly.
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Reggie: Β "Good." Β *I smirk and walk out of the room with you walking behind me.*
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I struggle against my programming as we explore.
"H-help m-me." I mutter.
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Reggie: Β "But how can I help you? Β You're just a robot security guard designed to help me out."
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"S-sto- AFFIRMATIVE MASTER." I say as we walk around, exploring the place some more.
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Reggie: Β "That's right, obey what I say while your on duty. Β Maybe we can actually bring this place back to it's former glory but we first need more robo pokemon to patrol the perimeter."
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"P-please f-free m-me- HUMAN DATA TRANSFERRED TO STORAGE."
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Reggie: Β "That's better. Β I was getting tired of you constantly asking to free you from that." Β *I smile as we walk down the hallways.*
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"DO YOU WISH TO EDIT MY FILES MASTER?"
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