“Did you just lock them out?” (For Heavy Metal? // Crytreachery > Sidereal)
out of context shit from working as a Walmart cart pusher
HM-Ø deactivates its optics, blinking them in surprise - a very human action that, if asked, Ø would have no idea when it had picked said action up. "It... it appears so," it responds, confusion clouding its processors as it listens to the frantic banging against the door. Doctor Keng would be deeply displeased.
After a long, confused pause, Ø reaches out and unlocks the door. The room is immediately filled with frantic techs, demanding to know what had happened.
HM-Ø’s response is simple and innocent: “The door was locked.”