@rkplaced || plotted starter
Markus snarled.
Uncharacteristic, aggressive, volatile.
It was an inhumane sound, made more of a guttural, anguished grunt and vague static.
They disregarded the feral expression of protest (and his iron grip that nearly cracked one of their wrists; and the strength of his chassis, lurching as they shoved him) and strapped him down to a sterile, clean room table.
He strained, fingers spasming as they slid away panels in his wrists and attached monitoring leads that blinked to life with droning, repetitive sound. The pace of his thirium pump picked up, displayed along side readings of respirations, stress level, and thirium supply.
The first thing they disconnected was his voice modulator. Most of the technicians found it disconcerting when their deviant subjects began screaming during the process.
They deactivated his skin in turn and shifted away his chest panels.
The technician by his head placed her hands along the sides his face. For a moment he steadied, the twitching in his fingers ceasing and his attempts at erratic breathing stilling. She glided a hand across his forehead, and he felt his skull plating give way to her expert touch.
It was then he would have screamed.
Tears instead glided down the grey-white of his plating.
Markus was in hell.
And RA9 save him, maybe he deserved it.
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ADJACENT LAB
CYBERLIFE TOWER
“RK900, please sit down.”
Alicia Casper, repair technician at Cyberlife, sounded vaguely impatient. She didn’t have all day after all, and the State Department didn’t like to be down a unit, even if it was for valid reasons.
She shifted, glancing through the glass into the clean room lab beside them, where her associates had their hands buried to the wrists in the RK200.
“Oh god.” She murmured, “They’re determined to take that thing apart and put it back together until they find some mystical answer. Fools.”
Of course that thing had been the reason for them almost going bankrupt and losing the trust of their buyer base. She grimaced,
“Sometimes I think they enjoy it.” She breathed, looking back to the model in front of her.
Stunning. Android machinery perfected, even if she was still just wanted to be done.
“Interface with the terminal RK900, and we’ll get this started.” She indicated the screen beside the RK.
