Empty walls and empty shells of robots that had previously been deemed insufficient and ran out of batteries ages ago littering the ground were the only things Mim had seen in quite a while of her up-to-date day to day living. This, she found extremely dull. In fact, she had never felt more bored in her entire span of existence, and not to mention, betrayed. She had trusted her mas- the professor. She had trusted the professor, after all. Maybe he didn't trust her. Maybe he...
After pondering every single possibility, every single reason for her disposal she had not found a suitible answer and, as a result, grew tired of that too. So, she started to think about getting out, getting revenge... maybe not getting revenge, that was a human thing. Robots like her didn't do that. Investigating the room, she pretended having a magnifying glass. Made her feel like a detective.
Her thorough investigation of everything brought the following information to her: the room held a few shells of dead robots and several forgotten tools. Some of the robots looked similiar, and some had dents of them, so Mim assumed they had been put in there together and ran off the same production line. The damaged ones might have fought each other in confusion over running out of energy. She checked out the tools - screwdrives, screws... corks for some reason, and decided to take the screwdriver."That might come in handy one day!", she thought and kept it in her hands. Maybe that day would be very soon, indeed. Being satisfied with her loot she walked over to the robots and upon further inspection, noticed they differed in weight - one was heavy (altough not heavy enough to not be able to be lifted by a strong robot girl like her) and the other one proofed quite light after she fell over, surprised, after trying to lift it with too much force. She decided to unscrew a leg of the heavier one and keep it as something to play with for a while. Her main intent was to keep her robotic brain busy for long enough before she lost it completely of boredom.
A while later - and she was unable to tell how much time had passed, so it may have been a week, actually - she heard voices and steps from the outside. Mim quickly grabbed her newfound toy (which she had tried to bang the door in with already. It did not work out) and hid next to the door. "Now or never", she thought. The door opened and a human boy - no... not a human, he was one of hers. A robot boy stumbled into the chamber, after being pushed violently, followed by the Professor. Mim stepped behind him with sirring wires and the robot boy lifted his arm to point at her, but he wasn't quick enough. Mim connected the heavy leg with the Professors head, who promptly fell to the ground. She was surprised at the anti-climaxy of her escape and attempted to sigh, which did not work out, so she laid her head to the side.
"Go. Leave.", she told the other robot after having her moment.
"I am not programmed to do that."
"Excuse me-"
"I am not programmed to do that."
Mim stared. Then, she shook her head (she'd seen humans on film do that, ages ago) and grabbed the Professors arm to drag him along the floor, wondering what to do with him before he woke up.