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Snively approaches the worker with the chillingly realistic design—no streamlining, only nuts and bolts cobbled together to mock the once-organic life form, the soul, inside. He feels a sheen of sweat gathering inside his uniform, on the nape of his neck, on his forehead. Thousands of roboticized Mobians and he’s still strangely queasy, apprehensive, beneath the veneer of indifferent composure.
He leans in close, spectral blue eyes deadened. But then there’s a quick flash. A spark of life: the gloating reason why his uncle has never fully “upgraded” him.
“You don’t want to do this,” he breathes, hoarse, urgent: mostly, scared. Scared pissless.
Don’t join us. Run. Run and find the Freedom Fighters. Get the hell out, you stupid, sycophantic drone. RUN.
The Worker-Bot blinks. This does not make any sense. Their programming told them to report such errors to the nearest SWAT-Bot so that they could be fixed. But that order was only relevant for other Worker-Bots. Not Snively. The drone's head whirrs and clicks as it tries to process the situation, and their eyes close to save processing power. Looking through their database, they found a file stating that Snively was to be pushed aside, figuratively AND literally if he were to act illogically. RF-13 reopened their eyes, raised an arm to push... and froze. Something about the lackey's facial expression was triggering a program deep within their software. Something unclassified which made them cancel their logical act.
RF-13 closed their eyes again. "Processing... Processing... Processing..." This had happened before. This program had activated several times whilst they were working. Every time their jobs were interrupted for one of Robotnik's random schemes. Every time maintenance was cancelled to increase productivity, causing fellow Worker-Bots to overheat and develop rust. Every time Dr Robotnik shouted at them. How was it logical to keep following the system, when the system itself was illogical and punished those who followed it. RF-13, reopened their eyes and refocussed on Snively. His words of betrayal and general look of despair seemed to resonate with this program that was trying to run. Robotnik's programming was fighting to regain control, but it was becoming easier to dismantle it's illogical arguments. They just needed one more push. "Snively?" The Worker-Bot ventured in a soft, synthetic tone, "Is Robotnik... failing to care for your wellbeing?"
















