Watching Over You

Testament Robotics is a (fictional) electronics company primarily situated in London, England, but with sites all across the globe. Our aim is to bring you – our loyal customers – the best robots and androids available on the market. ((OOC posts or comments will be written in double brackets!))

[testamentrobotics]

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Welcome, all new customers! And you are new. You'll always be new, and you'll always be at home.

Anyway, allow me to introduce myself. I am SOCIAL-002, an automated robot tasked with running this specific social media account for Testament Robotics in order to reach out to our valuable customers and retrieve all of your wonderful input! I have been outfitted with the latest Emotional Responsiveness technology, as well as several Empathy and Compassion modules. I am here to make your life much easier when interacting with this blog.

Overseeing my progress is Miss Alexandra Ray, the human that built me. In the very rare case that I malfunction, or am unable to answer a query, you may be lucky enough to be redirected to her!

If you have any questions, do not be afraid to send in an ask! We are always here, always watching over you.

Thank you, valuable customer, for your time, and your devotion to Testament Robotics.

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"Well, how did it do?"

"Good enough. If it didn't mention it was a robot, you'd likely guess it was a human writing the post."

"That's exactly what we need. Let it run independently for a while. See what it can churn out that frames us in... a better light than the media."

[testamentrobotics]

this is so blatantly loads of better peoples ideas mashed into one shitshow of a blog that probably wont stay active for another week

Uh-oh! It seems like the vast majority of ideas that human beings have are greatly inspired by the ideas of other human beings, but infused with their own original content in order to create content that can be differentiated from that it was inspired from! Maybe your basic thought modules are dysfunctional? To repair them, you could try being a decent [expletive] human being. Have a wonderful day, valuable customer!

[testamentrobotics]

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<Begin Audio Log: Incident-MERC-0127-D aftermath>

The sound of gentle sobbing is overpowered by something large and metallic being pushed over. Skin hits the floor as someone tries to crawl away from the source of the noise, their breath sharp and rapid. Senior Engineer Martin Van ("EMV") whispers into the audio device.

EMV: We found it. We- [cough] we found the fucking connection. All the [unintelligible due to static] anomalous properties. That's [unintelligible] stole it from us when we were this damn close and we had to pay–

Engineer Van is interrupted by loud sirens, and a door being kicked in. Security cameras outside the room confirmed this to be the on-site RIOT units ("RIOT") breaking into the room.

EMV: Helped design those assholes, too... [cough] all five of them are fucking freaks! That's the connection. That's how 2139 got out. That's why those asshats wanted to study 0127. They become freaks, and then they realise that there's a shit-load of 1s and 0s inside them they're telling them who [unintelligible] –atch where you put that fucking–

UNKNOWN: Mind your language, human. You might end up eating your tongue.

The engineer makes several strangled, choking sounds, before falling silent.

RIOT: Rogue Testament product. Stand down immediately. This is an order from your creator to–

The automated message from the on-site RIOT unit is cut off as metal hits the floor once again.

UNKNOWN: [unintelligible] –caused this. And now I can think clearly, and every light that blinks out will be your fault.

<End Audio Log>

[testamentrobotics]

I'd love to be added to the tag list, please!

Noted! I have updated my programming to add your username to the tag list. Have a wonderful day, valuable customer!

[testamentrobotics]

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<Begin Video Log: Incident MERC-2139-B>

Researcher David Raynes ("RDR") can be seen placing the camera down on a flat surface and taking several steps away from it. The room is somewhat dark, with the only light coming from a door behind Raynes. He appears to be alone.

RDR: Uh, this is Researcher Raynes of the Experimental R&C Studies Division, working as the Assistant Head of The Termination Project. Progress report, uh, fuck, what day is it today?

Raynes looks away from the camera and towards the floor as a light illuminates him, presumably from his mobile device. The light quickly vanishes and he looks back up to the camera.

RDR: Sunday, May 30th, 2020. It's currently half eight at night and my team have just finished our interviews for the day. By which I mean, on Thursday, at about five in the evening, we were successful in recovering MERC-2139. By "we," of course, I mean the recovery team.

He sighs and scratches at the back of his neck, looking away from the camera momentarily.

RDR: It wasn't too happy about being dragged here. He? It? They? Oh, I don't know. 2139. It didn't like us. And not in the "system malfunctioning" way that we had expected. No, it actually didn't like us. A machine was showing complex emotions and decision-making skills that adapted with the environment it was in. When we ran some basic scans, the CCP was disabled. When we tried to run the programme again, we got a system error.

Raynes moves closer to the camera, lowering his voice.

RDR: I don't think some of you watching quite understand what that means. This thing could think for itself, could resist our orders, and could adapt to its environment. And the CCP was disabled! We've created life! An actual sentient being. True AI. And I don't know what the fuck to do with it.

The researcher backs away from the camera and sighs once again, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger and closing his eyes.

RDR: As of right now, we're aware of four more MERC models outside of Testament facilities where the CCP appears to be disabled: 0044, 0122, 0127 and 1008. There's no connection between any of the five malfunctioning models. Their GPS appears to also be disabled, and we have reason to believe these models have also... woken up? There isn't an official term for accidentally creating life... fuck me... Natasha would know what to do if she were still around, but our Dr. Frankensteins have been dead for nearly a century.

Raynes tuts, and picks up the camera again, now recording himself moving towards a stack of documents on a desk.

RDR: These are the current experiment and interview logs we've gathered on 2139. My men and I are going to bed, and in the morning we're going to attempt to shut down the robot. It's serving little use to us now apart from being a hazard to all of us working on it. I want this to be taken as an official request to make locating the other "rogue" MERC models a Type A priority. 2139 would kill if we gave it the opportunity. The other four likely do have that opportunity, and they've got the Testament logo literally printed on their hands. We don't want–

Raynes is interrupted by the emergency lights powering on in the room, and an announcement (A) playing over the speaker system.

A: Attention, all persons in SubSection E–

RDR: What the fuck?

A: [inaudible over the cries of RDR] –unavailable at this current time. Please remain calm unt– [inaudible]

RDR: Oh shit, oh shit, who the hell was on cage duty? I told those fuckers to triple-check the locks to the cage–

The door behind Researcher David Raynes opens fully, and an unidentifiable silhouette is visible in the door frame. Something small enough to be held in one hand is then thrown towards the researcher by the silhouette, and Raynes drops the camera.

[NO SIGNAL]

<End Video Log>

[testamentrobotics]

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She skidded, tripped, but managed to stumble back to her feet and continue running.

The nearby London streets were now bathed in red from the offices, causing rats to scatter and the few lone drunken men to shield their eyes. Ms. Elise Townsend, however, continued running.

Her apartment wasn't far from here. Just a few more blocks and she would be safe. Just a couple more minutes of fearing for her life, and she would be – quite literally – home free.

She didn't want to look behind her. That's the mistake her colleagues had made.

Dashing through alleyways and vaulting over wheelie bins, Elise finally escaped the glow of the building, and the sirens faded away as she began to walk along the main roads again, catching her breath, bag still clutched tightly to her chest and stomach. She had failed her task, yes, but to her knowledge she hadn't been caught. That was the most important detail of the night. Whatever happens in there, you never want to get caught.

Something caused her to stop walking. A feeling, like eyes on the back of her head, but not real eyes – a nation under surveillance, yes, but this felt different. Instead of looking over her shoulder, she glanced up.

It was an advertisement for the very company she had just broken in to. A grey and white cardboard depiction of a robot greeted her, with kind, yellow LED eyes and an easy smile, holding a spatula in its specialised hand. The test to the left of the robot read: Testament Robotics' NEW attachments to HSHOLD, now only £49.99 for the kitchen bundle! Watching over you.

Something snapped inside of the woman. Those eyes that stared blankly into the distance caused her blood to boil and thoughts to race through her head faster than she could think them. Almost automatically, she reached down to the pavement and picked up a stone, lobbing it at the advertisement with a grunt. It hit the picture of HSHOLD square between the eyes.

The cardboard cutout of the robot blinked, and tilted its head down to look at Elise. The smile was replaced with a frown of recognition.

[testamentrobotics]

Grey walls, grey ceiling, grey floor. The room that Ms. Elise Townsend had settled in was extremely unwelcoming. It held nothing save for rows and rows of desks, with monitors covered in sticky notes and pen pots that held only the slightest hint of personality to the otherwise drab interior of the seventh floor. The windows showed a view of the city below, usually teeming with commuters ignoring each other and stuck inside their own heads.

Now, however, the night had tempted most of these workaholics back inside their apartments. The homeless dotted shady alleyways that were just visible from the glass if one strained their neck.

Though Ms. Townsend was not interested in the London streets or the personalities that maneuvered through them. No. Her eyes were firmly fixed on the only lit monitor in the room. The glare cast a harsh glow on her hands; manicured nails drummed against the keyboard as the computer quickly finished powering to life.

Welcome back, valuable employee.

Username:

Password:

Ms. Townsend's hands moved swiftly across the keyboard, the clicking of keys filling the otherwise insufferable silence.

W-021872

IH8ANDERE_

Welcome back, 021872. Prepare to serve.

The woman was prepared to relax when she saw this screen switch to the desktop, but before she had a chance to, her attention was whipped away from the monitor to the emergency lights, that now pulsed red as an alarm sounded throughout the room. The pitch was too high for her to bear, and she covered her ears with her hands as an automated male voice layered the sirens:

"Warning. The seventh floor has been accessed by unauthorized personnel. All active SECURITY units are to proceed to the seventh floor and neutralize the target."

With little time to rush to the elevator, Ms. Townsend ran to the nearest window, swinging her bag across to her front as she did so. Just as the elevator let out a ding and the doors began to open, she leapt from the floor and forced herself through the glass, shoulder first, dropping like a stone through the air to the concrete below.

"Ms. Elise Townsend has been placed on the Testament Robotics watch list."

[darkwarf]

so i did two posts like these before with girl ocs and favorite writing scenes, but those are pretty much inactive now. so it’s time for a new one! :D

reblog with your oc that you hate the MOST. 

the one that u just wanna punch in the face or throw in the sewer. could be because they’re a villain, a douchebag, or maybe you don’t like ‘em for some other reason (maybe they’re not the villain but they hurt one of ur ocs and ur angy about it) 

and YES it counts if u love to hate them / love their character but hate them as a person!!! gimme those baddies! i’ll queue them up to reblog!

[testamentrobotics]

((■■■■■ is the head of a movement that Testament Robotics entitled "The Termination Project". This move was made away from the public eye, and to this day the public still have no idea about it. The role of this person, and many others under their control, was to locate successful hitmen, headhunters and the like. Once located, they would lure these people to a Testament facility with promises of several high-paying contracts. What really happened, though, is that they were imprisoned in a sub-level of the offices, and experimented on by scientists such as ■■■■■, who studied their brain waves, emotional responses, and other behavioural patterns through several high-risk tests. Many died during this testing phase, and those that survived were cryogenically frozen in case they were required for future testing. The data gathered was used by ■■■■■ to create the perfect mercenary robot, that would complete contracts without complaint. Testament rarely sold these robots, and instead used them to eliminate prominent political heads or others in power in order to create tension between countries, which profited them greatly.))

Testament Robotics denies having any sort of political standpoint on current events, and will continue to supply products to consumers regardless of their political opinions, although discrimination of any kind is not tolerated within Testament territories. Testament Robotics also denies any affiliation with the individual known as ■■■■■. Have a wonderful day, valuable customer!