“Do you know how to use that?” Allen asks, handing Connor a pistol. He’s not sure if this the right way to trigger the RQ800 memory, but he has to take any chance given. Lykke might get mad at him, but only if she knew.
Connor blinks as a memory flashes in his eyes.
He’s in a room with grey walls, and a logo blinking on the walls. Men in uniforms are staring back at him.
“State your purpose” One of them demands.
“I am an RQ800 model. I am designed to replace human soldiers in the war. I am programmed with extensive knowledge of firearms, melee weapons, unarmed combat, and hand-to-hand combat. I possess a taser as protection in situations where I am unarmed, or need to take someone down but not kill them. Because I am a machine I will follow orders without doubts or question, and would be willing to do things that others would consider immoral. I speak every language in existence. I do not require sustenance, though I am capable of ingesting liquids should the need ever arise. I am able to be charged via the sun, or battery in case of an emergency. My battery lasts anywhere from ninety-six hours to six months depending on the circumstances.” Connor states like a mantra.
“Good. RQ800 register your name as &A@@.r+ .” Another one of them demands.
“M# #@m3*5&A@@.r+“ Connor states.
“Good. Now can you sing a Russian Lullaby?” Another one of them asks. Connor blinks.
“What purpose would that serve?” He asks.
“Just humor me? Please?” They ask.
“Tili tili bom,
Close your eyes now.
Someone’s walking outside the house
And knocks on the door.
Tili tili bom,
The nightbirds are chirping.
He is inside the house
To visit those who can’t sleep.
Tili tili bom,
Can you hear him closing in?
Lurking around the cornerStaring right at you.
Tili tili bom,
The silent night hides everything.
He sneaks up behind youAnd he’s going to get you.He walks,He comesCloser.” Connor sings.
“Great. I’m going to give you various weapons that I want you to try out.” They said as they test him with various firearms. Connor aced every test.
Connor blinks as he comes out of the memory.
“Yes I do.” He answers.
My #@m3*5&A@@.r+
[˄Software instability˄]
[//The lullaby Connor sang in the memory//]