If Geo had thought the idea of being recycled was terrifying, where he ended up was worse. He had only heard of flesh fairs in passing, but he never thought he would see one in person, much less become a part of the line up for the show of carnage. He thought he would be smart enough to avoid them, but he wasn't prepared for how skilled the collectors were. They had large magnets that had made it impossible to run- He couldn't hide. They had found him and many others.
No matter how much he had begged to be let go, it had fallen on deaf ears. He wasn't alive to them- to any of them. It was just a farce of emotions. zeros and ones.
The android pressed his face between the bars, eyes darting around, looking desperately for anyone who could help him, or rather, anyone who would be willing to. His hands gripped the bars on either side of his head rather tightly, as if it would stop them from pulling him away when it would be his time to go on. He knew he was barking up the wrong tree but he had to try. "Please! Somebody help me! I-I must go! I don't want to be terminated!"
They ignored him for the most part, aside from the few who stopped to laugh, throwing their empty beer cans at his head. Geo's face fell, nearly ready to accept his fate- that was until he saw Mr. Grimaldi. What was he doing here? Was he really here to watch this death and destruction? He wasn't too hopeful, but he still had the smallest glimmer that the familiarity they shared might just help his cause. They had had some fun together at those parties, had they not? He had made him laugh! That had to be worth something. He had to try to appeal to him.
He stuck his arm out, reaching in the human's direction. He did his best to put on a smile, after all, no humans liked a sad synthetic. "Mr. Grimaldi! Sir-" He did his best to reach as far as he could. "Mr. Grimaldi, please! Over here! It seems there has been a misunderstanding!"