The Questionable History of an Android as Represented by a Series of Interactions

[Android]

Report: The Questionable History of an Android as Represented by a Series of Interactions, Published Anonymously.

- TRANSMISSION ONE
- DATE: DISABLED
- DIALOGUE BETWEEN AIDE AND "ANDROID, MODEL#24557."
- BEGIN.

M: Come on, eat.

A: I don't eat that.

M: Whaddya mean you don't eat that? The cook worked hard on this crap! [LAUGHTER]

A: Could I have my pumpkin back? It's getting rather dry in here.

M: Oh shut up, ya freak. Now I'm gonna leave this right here. If you wanna starve to death, it's fine by me! [METAL DOOR SLAMS]

A: [WHISPERED] In due time, dear Maria. In due time.

- END OF TRANSMISSION

- TRANSMISSION TWO
- DATE: DISABLED
- DIALOGUE BETWEEN DOCTOR [REDACTED] AND "ANDROID, MODEL#24557."
- BEGIN.

D: Do you really expect me to believe you, are from the future?

A: Considering your limited mental capacities, no.

D: Now, hold on. Are you insulting my intelligence?

A: No, I am merely noting the obvious, I was told that the lesser beings would appreciate that.

D: You do understand that with the push of this button, I can send you into a deep slumber, the likes of one that you would never be able to escape?

A: . . . [SILENCE]

D: That's what I thought. Now, how exactly did you get here?

A: I've already told you.

D: Well then whack a smile on that face, or whatever it is you call that, and tell the camera here!

A: I don't quite appreciate your tone.

D: [SIGHS] . . . Listen, Android, Droidy, my friend, my pal. I need this. I've just found an f-ing robot with inner workings I've never seen before. This is goin' right to the big man himself! Work with me! Please!

A: I don't pity you, strange man. Unshackle me.

D: Look, you provide me with this information, and you're home free. You get out of here, get to act like it never happened. Promising, no?

A: If you're so insistant. Some time ago, my creator sent me back here, for my life sources were depleting

D: Wonderful. Now, I'm sure we'd all be pleased to understand what, exactly, your life sources are?

A: Noridium.

D: I'm sorry?

A: Noridium.

D: And what m..ht th.t .e?

- TROUBLE RECOGNIZING SPEECH

A: My li.. s..r.e., w.. ..s. wou.d I .. ...ring a ....k..?

- END OF TRANSMISSION

- FINAL TRANSMISSION
- DATE: DISABLED
- DIALOUGE BETWEEN AN UNKNOWN ENTITY AND ‘ANDROID, MODEL#24557.’
- BEGIN.

A: The good doctor once told me these times were dark and twisted, but yet, not quite as twisted as our own.

?: Yea, sorry about that, now let's get you outta here, eh?

A: Not once have I felt this way. Not once has someone been able to hold me captive. Not. Once.

?: Hey, look, I was told to get you out of here as fast as possible and that's what I intend to do, now let's get going.

A: I no longer need your help.

[METAL CLINKING]

[PAUSE]

?: What are you..? [COUGHING]

A: Quite literally, Mr. Mercenary, I am technology. It is arguable that hold the future for the inhabitants here, whether that be through my actions or thoughts I have yet to discover, but when I do, you, or should I say those that survive, will know.

[AIDE ENTERS]

M: Hey! What do you think you're doing?! Guards! [STRETCHING OF A BOW] Guar-

A: Now eat, dearest Maria. The cook worked very hard on this - crap.

M: [MUFFLED] ool neber ge away wid dis - [COUGHING]

A: George, take care of her, will you?

?: You - you monster..

A: I've spent too much time here as it is, if you could, when the guards walk through the door, make sure a nice sounding 'hiss' follows, hmmk? Good bye now!

?: . . . [SILENCE]

- UNRECOGNIZABLE SOUND DETECTED

- END OF TRANSMISSION

((Disclaimer: Android has locked this report away in a hidden chest, meaning your characters wouldn't have absorbed the knowledge that you have. It is merely here for further character development a awesomeness. Furthermore, this isn't the full report, though don't expect constant updates.))