What kind of trouble did you end up in?
hold on Iâmma paint you a word picture
me: chilling. hanging out at an empty warehouse with some of my other pals. eating a bag of hot cheetos. got my headphones on n Iâm rockin out to some Patient Zero, yâknow, like ya do. some of âem are watching stuff on a laptop, a couple are playing cards or takin a nap. havin a nice quiet sunday.
and then OUT OF NOWHERE for NO REASON the sentinel drones come bustin through the glass like SKREEEE WEâRE EVIL ROBOTS HERE TO ARREST YOU
pic for context (its not mine but you can just look âem up online, loads of ppl snap pics on their phones)
and they start taking us down!!! we scattered and i think some of my friends got away but I was all like âpsh youâre made of metal YOU FOOLSâ and I was doing my zaps but they sent in MORE of them and then these assholes hit me with a TRANQ. A TRANQ. like Iâm a rhino on the serengeti! bitch!! so yours truly goes down hard and wakes up in an insulated cell because they werenât born yesterday. send in this dude in a fuckin suit to interview me all hard like âWHERE WERE YOU ON THIS DATEâ and slappin blurry security footage on the table in front of me. and they got nothing on me except me resistin the sentinel drones because Iâm not a CRIMINAL, they just wanna take us down âcuz theyâre obsessed with making us the bad guys, but this goes on for three months. they made me eat these dusty nutribars and water and nothing else. for THREE MONTHS. god I want a bag of hot cheetos but nvm.Â
so finally they cut me loose because its my first time in the system but I was unregistered, so they cuffed me with a big olâ tracking bracelet before giving me the boot.
and now Iâmma get rid of this unwanted accessory so I can go find my friends again without it being another big sentinel services raid.













