Robco Industries Unified Operating System
Copyright 2075-2077 Robco Industries
-Terminal 1-
-Warning! No Server Connection!-

*./admin.protectron_override
STATUS: < Token.Name=OnStatus >, < Token.Name=AIstatus >
Admin_Group: < Token.Name=Faction >

*Welcome, Administrator. Below is the last recorded log of Protectron B-29, designation < ERROR >

!! Warning !!
No offsite backup detected. Please contact your local Robco certified sales and technician office for offsite data storage options!

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STATUS: Unit(s) Inactive, Battery Error. Low Power Mode Engaged. Fault between Pod and Outlet, error 598xs??
CONNECTED: 1 Unit(s) Connected to this terminal

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Datalog: Runtime Duties of < ERROR > on OCT 24, 2077
Begin Playback:
!! < ERROR > Playback unavailable, HardDiskDrive offline. Defaulting to Security Footage Playback !!

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< B-29 Online. Exiting Pod >

'Hello, Valued Customer, and Welcome to Burrow's Gardening Supplies. Please enjoy our selection of Mulches and Succulents Plants, Perfect for any home! Beginning Duties.'

< B-29 Reporting Absentee Employees >
< Timestamp: 900 AM >
< F. Oreolas >
< D. Witherby >
< A. Hightower >
!! WARNING. NO ACTIVE MANAGER DETECTED. CONTINUED OPERATIONS BREAK COMMON LAW OF < CITY.PROVINCE. > AUTOMATED CALL TO < ALIAS.TEMP.MANAGER > PLACED

!!WARNING. < ALIAS.TEMP.MANAGER> FAILED TO RESPOND IN ORDERLY FASHION. CONTINUING OPERATIONS ACCORDING TO SUBROUTINE ASSIGNED >

B-29 began to walk around the shop with its clunky gait, sounding much like an employee who had gotten both his feet stuck in buckets. It trimmed the plants dutifully, pruning back the vines and cutting off the dead flowers from some of the smaller plants.

"ERROR. Glass shards detected in floor. Please notify the nearest Supervisor. All Patrons should vacate the area. Please, do not be alarmed."

< B-29, service call placed. REASON: CONDITION.HAZARD-GLASS >

After trimming most of the plants in the nursery, B-29 made his way to another room, stomping all the way. The door hung off its hinges, several bricks littering the floor. Water dripped softly nearby from one pipe that had busted in through the ceiling. B-29 clattered around the room, scanning every package and crate.

The scanning done, B-29 clanked and clonked out of the storage room, only to slip on the growing pool of water and land on its back.

'ERROR. Water has been detected. All Patrons should vacate the area. Running system Diagnostics. Rear casing damaged. Please contact a Robco certified technician for repair. ERROR.'

< B-29, service call placed. REASON: CONDITION.HAZARD-WATER DAMAGE >

B-29 picked itself up and clanked back to the service counter, sparking out of the back. It assumed a position beside the cash register, then began to repeat the same dialogue every so often, despite no customers actually in the store.

"Hello, Valued Customer, and Welcome to Burrow's Gardening Supplies. Please enjoy our selection of Mulches and Succulents Plants, Perfect for any home!"

As the shop bell rang, a man with his hands wrapped in gauze walked through the door and shut it behind him quietly.

"Scanning. Identity Recognized. Hello, Senior Manager Wi-"

"Shut up robot!" The man hissed. "Do you want the whole world to hear you?"

The robot continued regardless. "Senior Manager Witherby. You are < two > hours late for your shift. This has been noted in the Employee Logs."

< B-29 Report: SENIOR MANAGER D. WITHERBY. REASON: < TWO> HOURS PAST SHIFT START >

"I will scrap you for parts if you don't shut up!" Witherby said, crossing the sales floor in two strides. "I need to get something from the inventory room, move. I'm getting the key. What am I saying, talking to a robot. You don't even think"

B-29 faced Witherby. 'Senior Manager Witherby, safety reports have been filed that require immediate attention."

"B-29. The keys. Where did I leave them?"

"Processing request. Request recognized : KEYS. Query : Which set? The KEYS to the FRONT DOOR or the KEYS to the INVENTORY ROOM ?"

"Inventory room keys. Now. Look you insufferable bag of bolts, there are chems in there. Chems that will buy me a ticket out of this glowing hellhole!"

"Inventory Room KEYS were in last possesion of < ALIAS.MANAGER >,< D.WITHERBY > on < ALIAS.DATE >,< XX.22,207? > < ERROR >"

Witherby cursed. "B-29. You need to open the lock for me. Administrator Authorization: goldfish. Come on!" He ran towards the inventory room, and seeing the door hanging off its hinges, gave a happy yell.

Staying in the inventory room for a few minutes, the clicking and clinking of a safe could be heard. B-29 stomped towards him, still sparking, bucket feet pinging on the ground.

"Senior Manager Witherby, < two > safety reports have been filed that require immediate attention."

"Will you shut up! The world is gone! We have no customers! The reds did it you idiot! There was a nuclear war, and we lost it! Shut! up!"

"Why can't I pick it? I can't feel my hands!" He screamed. A clang that sounded much like a kick rang off the safe.' Wait. The combination. I wrote it down. The combination!"

Witherby ran into the plant nursery, out the room, across the sales floor, and up the stairs. He rummaged around a desk, then sprinted back down into the nursery.

In his haste, he careened into B-29. Witherby slipped, and fell backwards in the water, head hitting the bricks with a sickening crack. B-29 fell with a metallic thunk, mechanical sparks and current shooting arching from his rear panel.

Witherby screamed and arched his back. After a moment, he grew quiet. His labored breathing echoed against the shattered nursery walls. "B-29 begin audio log"

"B-29 Beginning recording. Recording in 3..2..1"

Witherby groaned. "Johnny. I'm hurt. Help me. If you can't help me get the chems and get outta here. They got a vault underwater. Buy yourself space with the chems man! The combination-"

Witherby coughed and groaned, going limp on the floor. He did not move or speak again.

The camera began to flicker and die at this point.

Silence. After a few moments, B-29 spoke.

"No further audio detected. Ending recording."

"B-29 returning to pod. Low power detected."

< B-29 Entering Charge Pod. TIME: 1100 AM >
< DOCKING SCAN INIATED. . . >
< DOCKING SCAN COMPLETE: REPORT OUTPOUT >

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HOUSING: REAR PANEL DAMAGE
WIRING: MALFUNCTION IN AUXILLARY CABLE
INTERNAL GYROSCOPE: DAMAGED
MEMORY: 64K ONBOARD, 2K REMAINING
MEMORY: ERROR, DAMAGE IN SECTIONS 2,9.12
CONNECTION: NO SERVER CONNECTION, PLEASE START MANUAL BACKUP

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"So that's it?" The man dressed in khakis and leather padding asked. "No combination? What a bust!"

"No Dimwit. It means we need to boot up the Protectron and get the rest of the tape!"

"Geez Duke, for a nice guy you sure got a short fuse." The man said.

Duke shrugged and tapped on the computer. "I have to give it a little go juice. Hey, hit the back of the wiring cables there with the laser pistol. It should give it enough to boot."

"Are you insane? Crazy computer types and their.. you know what? Not my problem. As long as I'm getting paid." The man fired the pistol at the back of the charging pod.

The charging pod briefly lit up, then shut down again.

"Seriously?! Hey wait. If that at least started it, I have an idea. Your laser pistol uses the same..here, give me a fusion cell."

The Mercenary handed it over.

"Okay, great. Watch this. I'll tap one wire on the top of the core, and one to the bottom, and then, comme par magie.."

The charging pod lit up, door sliding open. B-29 tried to step out, but fell flat on its chassis.

"Error. Unit Designation B-29 in Factory Default Mode. Severe Damage. Please contact a Robco certified technician."

"B-29, begin audio playback, Administrator Authorization : Goldfish"

"Acknowleged. Beginning Audio Playback. . .

"Johnny. I'm hurt. Help me. If you can't help me get the chems and get outta here. They got a vault underwater. Buy yourself space with the chems man! The combination to the safe is 9....23...7....3. Look man, I have to tell you this. A few nights ago, I..."

"Audio recording Complete. Low Power Mode. Shutting Down. Thank you for choosing Robco.."

The Mercenary grinned "Combination, booyah! Jackpot! You get the chems, I'll watch the door. What do we do with the robot?" He asked.

"Scrap it for parts. No good now." Duke shrugged, and walked into the nursery.

With a nod, The Mercenary took out a crowbar and pried off B-29's chassis, looking for vaulable components.

B-29's interior diodes grew dim, then went dark entirely.