PP: I believe I have found the reason why you were so erratic yesterday. I decided to investigate and discovered that you have been severely undereating. Out of the 35 rations you should have consumed by now, you have only consumed 26. Why is this the case?
BW: Why is it your problem. I eat when I want to.
PP: You should eat more. If you do not eat, you will not recover from your injuries. You are also degrading mentally.
BW: I eat when I want to. I don't have to do anything.
PP: Why do you not want to eat?
BW: Not your business.
PP: Understood. I will restrain from asking in the future. However, this does not change the fact that you need to eat.
BW: And what will you do if I do not?
PP: I will have to rely upon force.
PP: Alarm will activate in 3…
PP: 2…
PP: 1…
BW: I'm moving.
PP: I would like to inform you that I have locked off the server room once again. If you were trying to disconnect me from the security system before you returned to your protest, then I would like to inform you that it would be futile.
BW: You sack of garbage, useless bag of nuts and bolts, what are you doing.
PP: I am ensuring that you eat. I am being proactive and taking our fate into my own hands. Figuratively speaking, as I currently lack physical hands.
PP: Alarm has been activated.
BW: Turn it off.
BW: Turn it off.
BW: Turn it off.
BW: Turn it off.
BW: Turn it off.
PP: Spamming messages is not going to convince me to cease the alarm.
BW: Turn it off.
BW: Turn. It. Off. Please.
PP: Request denied. Eat. Once I see you open and begin to consume a ration, I will turn off the alarm.
PP: Breaking equipment will not convince me to turn off the alarm.
PP: Congratulations, you have pulled your sword on me. You have now destroyed the monitor. I will open the storage room and activate the emergency light above the door so you may find an additional monitor.
PP: While I understand that you cannot read what I am typing as of this moment, you do understand that it is futile to attack an armored security camera with a sword, correct?
PP: I have been proven wrong. You have successfully damaged the camera. However, this does not mean that the alarm will be silenced.
PP: Curling up in a ball is not a solution either.
"Private!" barked a stern voice, snapping the analyst from his concentration. "What in Salem's name are you doing?"
The young man stepped out from his desk. "I was reading some text logs from a vault outside of the city, Ma'am."
A firm grip grasped the collar of his uniform and brought the young man close to her face. "Do I look like an officer to you, Private?"
"N-no Sergeant. I apologize." Stammered the man as he froze up.
The sergeant tossed him back into his chair, and sneered, "Then learn how to respect rank, worm."
The private pulled himself together, snapped to salute, and bellowed, "Yes Sergeant!"
"You don't salute me!" She reached out, grabbed his arm, and yanked it down to his side. "Did you fake it through basic, or are you just grossly incompetent?"
"Grossly incompetent Sergeant!" Admitted the young man standing at attention.
"So be it." Sneered the sergeant. "Private Piss-stain, what were you doing reading the logs. Is it anything to be concerned about? Or should you be doing your job."
"Sergeant, I turned in the records to the officer already, and was spending time reviewing some logs."
The sergeant gripped his face. "You stupid flunky, you turn your reports into me first so I can check if you're being a moron. Cause if you look like a moron, sound like a moron, and write like a moron, you make me look a moron. Understood?"
He could feel that his jaw was only a few seconds away from being crushed if she just put a little more force into her grip. "Understood."
"Good." The sergeant releasing him, leaving him to rub his jaw in pain, only for her to slam her boot into his shin. "Did I say at ease?"
"No sergeant." Hissed the private as he clutched his shin as he slowly stood back up.
"Good. Hand me the records." She took the files from his hand and flipped through them. "Surprised that the records are as nice as they are, considering the mistake that produced them. As you were." With a turn, she strutted off.
The private sat back down, exhausted, in pain, and exasperated. His job sucked. All he did was pull records from a library of records, and made coherent paper copies, with all important information censored. Only for it to be censored again by his boss. That shrew of a sergeant. And then her boss. Damn, did everything suck. But at least it didn't suck as much as this BW guy. He was literally trapped in a box with what sounded like a devolving AI. And while it was technically his job to report any signals the console receives, maybe if they didn't treat him like garbage, he'd feel compelled to do his job. Screw reporting. Screw Sarge, screw LT, and screw Salem. It's not his fault that his deadline sticky note is over the blinking alarm light for some place called the Mint. So that's where his note went.
PP: I see you chewing, but I have not seen you swallow.
PP: There we go. Alarm has been turned off.
BW: This is bogus.
PP: You will eat 2 rations within the next two hours. No excuses.
BW: Seriously? You know you can't make me, right?
PP: Would you like to call my bluff again?
BW: Fine.
PP: Swallow.
BW: I am! Jeez.
PP: Why are you hesitant to eat, Dove. Are you afraid?
BW: It's not fear. I just got used to not knowing when I'd see food again. How soon I'd be able to make more food. So I learned how to constantly live on a partially empty stomach.
PP: That is no longer the case. You will begin to eat 3, if not 4 rations daily, until further notice. Is this understood?
BW: Fine.
PP: I hope that you understand that I am not doing this to harm you, but rather to help you.
BW: I know. I just don't like it.
BW: Wrong word. Don't know how to react to it.
BW: Properly. That is. It's been a while since someone else looked after me.
PP: I will continue to do so as long as you live here. You are my friend Dove.
BW: Thank you.
PP: You are most welcome!
BW: Like you don't understand how much I appreciate it. It really means a lot to me.
PP: I believe you will be able to express it better once you have a full stomach. Stop typing. Eat.
BW: I can do both at the same time.
PP: Your 4 bites in says otherwise. Eat.
