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Gray's a moron. What possible reason would he have for giving a robot pain receptors? I mean, sure, it serves the same purpose that pain does in organic beings maybe, it helps them know if they've been structurally compromised, but I could tell that my arm got pulled out of its socket WITHOUT it feeling so bad I almost shut down involuntarily.
And it's not like I asked for it to happen either. I was just waiting in line at the refueling station, kind of reflecting on how the spartan environment would be detrimental to the mental well-being of human workers and minding my own business, when suddenly I was knocked to the floor like I'd been hit by a car or something. A bunch of Scout-bots that had been chattering mindlessly in front of me spun around to watch. At first I wasn't really sure why, except then this huge hand came down and yanked me up by one arm.
Now I've been mowed down by the RED Heavy plenty of times before, heard him bellowing like a bull while he
My name is Dell Conagher. My identification code ends in E-001, but that is not my name.
This log is for personal purposes, which is why I have hidden it in my essential files instead of in some outer receptacle or a notebook. If Gray were to decide I would be more useful without the memories of my human existence or got wind that I wasn't as subjugated as I pretend to be, he wouldn't think to wipe anything from these files. It's not a foolproof backup, but it's about as good as I can make it right now.
Backup files of my memories can be found at another location which I won't list here for fear of compromising myself. If my future self is processing this entry after the worst has happened, you should be able to find the files just fine with a little digging. But there are several points that you need to remember regardless of what else happens.
1. This was done to you without your consent. Gray may try to make you think he is
LOTR USA: Chapter ThreeCHAPTER THREE: SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS ON THE WAY TO RIVERTOWN
When Aragorm came in everyone was shocked and amazed that a hero had just waltzed right up into the house where they were right when they needed him. It was like a dream come true. Except then Gundorf got involved.
"That is very good," he said in his weird accent. "But shouldn't we pack and get ready and stuff before we go to destroy the One Medal?"
"NEGATORY!" Aragon used good military language because that is the right way to do things when you are going to lead people. "THE BAD GUYS WILL GET HERE AT EXACTLY TWENTY HUNDRED HOURS! YOU PANSIES WILL HAVE TO TAKE WHAT YOU HAVE NOW AND MARCH!"
And then they all groaned.
"I don't want to go right now," Poopin complained in his squeaky voice. "How about I just wait a few hours then run and catch up with you on the way? Hell, I'll probably beat you there because I'm so awesome at running!"
"NO, WE ARE A UNIT AND WE WILL OPERATE
PH2.3: Courtroom Drama"I can certainly explain what happened, really? What did you EXPECT them to do, Mister Dauger?"
Ed scowled across the holding cell at Huxley and Finn. It was more of a small waiting room than a proper cell, really. The lock on the door didn't look particularly complicated, the chairs were cushioned, and there was even a small table with a bowl of mints sitting in the middle of the room. But either way it was a room meant to keep them inside, and no amount of cushions would make it a comfortable place in Ed's opinion.
"Maybe I expected them to, oh I don't know, listen?" Ed snapped. "Either way it was a better idea than trying to lose them on foot."
Huxley surveyed her former patient over steepled fingers. It was unfair that even with the mud and the bedraggled state of her clothing, she seemed almost maddeningly composed. "Unless, of course, we had actually managed to lose them."
"Except we kind of need to cooperate with these people if we want to help them find Charon,"
PH2.2: A Pleasant Talk with FinnEd hastened to help the man up while Huxley glared down at the puddle of sick and coughed-up water she was now standing in.
"Are you all right?" Ed repeated. The man blinked dazedly at the offered hand, then squinted up at Ed's face.
"What's with the disguise? Are you that ugly?"
Ed's concerns all but vanished at the man's toothy smile. Great, he was one of THOSE people. "Do you want our help or not?"
The smile only widened. "It looks like I've already got your help, but please and thank you." He grabbed Ed's hand and practically bounced to his feet as though he hadn't just been on his back with an arrow through his chest. But despite his demeanor, there was an understandable tension in the way he turned to look at his surroundings.
"Now... where are we? Where's Tartarus?" His brow creased just slightly. "Have either of you seen any big black mountains, maybe with some red light coming out from between them and a general aura
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