My Karma Ran Over Your Dogma — CA Open
QWERTY tilted it’s head looking at him. The computer screen face twitched to the side and a fizzle sounded off from the back of it’s neck. The screen flickering a red [ >{ ] face towards Cave Johnson. Finally breaking through the protocol that every bot goes through in the beginning of being in a new processor. Extending it’s body and pushing it’s hydraulics to elongate it’s limbs and body. The green neon lights running under its separated plate metal started turning red. The now larger bot was a good foot or two taller than Cave. Snapping it’s robotic claws in place of hands as they extended and snapped open and closed.
[PROTOCOL PARAMETERS DISENGAGED: SASS PROGRAM COMPLETED: I CANT HELP WHO CREATED ME. I WOULDNT CHANGE IT 4 THE WORLDZ AND DIMENSIONS BEYOND. I CARE 4 MY WALTERZ AS U CARE 4 UR COMPANY AND UR SCIENCE. AND UR MEAN 2 ME. I DONT KNO WHY. MAYB JUST BECAUSE IM DIFFERENT AND NOT FROM UR COMPANY. THAT IZ RUDE OF U. I AM PROGRAMMED 2 DEFEND AND HELP THE WALTERZ AND THOZE I C DESERVE HELP AND R NICE 2 ME. NOT STINKY PEOPLE WHO R RUDE 2 THINGZ THAT R DIFFERENT.. ROBUTS HAVE A LOT OF GOOD IDEAS.. IF U JUST LISTEN 2 OTHERZ ONCE IN A WHILE. U DUN HAV 2 B MEAN 2 ME. I WAZ JUST TRYING 2 HELP AS PROTOCOL DEMANDS. UR NOT A WALTER NOR A CREATION OF THE WALTERZ.. BUT I WAS STILL NICE AS I COULD B LIEK A DECENT H.H.HUMAN..SHOULD…I GAVE UNDESERVED RESPECT 2 U.]
QWERTY tried snapping out of it. The sudden break from the proper protocol came at the wrong time with the security system getting annoyed by the human.
[U SHOULD B NICER CAVE JOHNSONZ.]
The bots body twitched with the frustration it was suddenly feeling.
[ Oh no! The robot's been offended! What a shame. Cave Johnson starts feeling a little bad for the thing.
No, wait. No he doesn't. He's Cave Johnson. Cave Johnson doesn't have pity for upgraded conveyor belts! If this bucket of bolts is offended, so be it! He'll dismantle it piece by piece until it's little else but an offended little computer chip! He could take this thing apart with nothing but a lemon—in fact, all it would take is a little squirt of lemon juice in one of these newly exposed crevasses to cause the thing to fritz more so than it is currently, likely incapacitating it long enough to at least hit that damn mute button!
But he doesn't do that. He wouldn't want to waste a lemon. ]
"You're criticizing me for being unkind? Listen here, you glorified toaster! I don't need to sit here and take this! I'm Cave Johnson! I single-handedly brought a company from relative anonymity to the greatest group of scientific minds this world has ever seen!"
[ His face remains stoic for now, though his voice raises in volume. ]
"I'm Cave Johnson! I don't answer to machines! Now you either turn that mute functionality on and walk away—or whatever it is you do—or I'll hit you with a paradox so complex your entire system will be fried!"












