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I still can't see. It's really dark. Nobody's gonna turn the lights on or whatever. I've tried to get out, but the restraints are fucking impossible to break, and using my atomic breath just results in my chest feeling like it's gonna spontaneously combust.
I've found out some things about that robot-sounding guy.
All I can put together is that he is (or once was. He isn't that clear), indeed, a robot, and that he is in control of the thing I'm trapped in. I guess I'm either inside the thing or the thing controls the thing I'm inside of. Either way, it sucks. I've also managed to get some info as to where I am from the guy.
"So, uh," I say, "where are we?"
"We are located in the Containment Room," the thing tells me. "The coordinates are: 121204-"
"Yeah, yeah, I don't need to know the exact spot."
"I apologize. I am programmed to give exact details."
"Really?"
"Correct."
"So, why don't you tell me why I'm in the containment room?"
"As much as I would enjoy giving you a response to that, I am programmed to reboot every time I try to talk about it."
"Why?"
"They do not want anyone to know."
"They?"
"Correct."
"Who are they?"
"As much as I would enjoy giving you a response to that, I am programmed to reboot every time I try to talk about it."
"You said that before when I asked about why I'm here..."
"Correct."
"You don't have that many responses, do you?"
"I am programmed with over 1,000,000,000 responses appropriate to the situation. To be exact, there are 4,627,3-"
"Stop it."
"I will stop."
"...So, uh, you can't free me, can you?"
"Negative. That would result inBZZTZZI will not answer your question because I will reboot if I try."
"Sounds like your programmer's a harsh guy."
"Correct. They are neutral evil. They plan toBBZZTZTZZTT..."
"...You, uh...You okay?"
"..."
He shut down again. It seems to take a while for him to reboot, especially when I ask or bring up something very 'classified'. Seems like whoever, or whatever, wants follows the Loose Lips motto. I wonder if Granddad is putting up with the same thing, but with a different machine or something?
Oh, hang on. He's booting up again. Maybe he'll tell me what's up with Granddad.
"SYSTEM DIAGNOSTICS IN CHECK: INITIATE PERSONALITY DOWNLOAD..."
Is it me, or does he say something different each time?
"DOWNLOAD COMPLETE. RE-INSTALLING RESPONSE PATCH..."
Yeah, definitely. That's a bit odd.
"PATCH INSTALLED...Hello, Godzilla."
"Hi, again."
"Did I crash again?"
"Yeah, you crashed, if that's what you call it."
"You must understand that specific question are restricted, and I could risk a permanent shutdown if you persist."
"Oh...kay?...Say, do you know what's up with my Granddad? What's happening to him?"
"As much as I would enjoy giving you a response to that, I am programmed to reboot every time I try to talk about it."
"Oh, for fuck's sake...Is there ANY question you won't shut down from!?"
"There are approximately 9,326 questions you are allowed to know the answer of."
"Then why the hell did you get programmed with all those other questions? They could have just NOT programmed responses for them, and gave you only answerable questions, instead."
"As much as I would enjoy giving you a response to that, I am programmed to reboot every time I try to talk about it."
"Well, aren't you a charming machine."
"HELLO MY BABY, HELLO MY HONEY, HELLO MY RAGTIME G-"
"SOMEONE ACTUALLY PROGRAMMED THAT INTO YOU? FOR FUCK'S SAKE..."
"As much as I would enjoy givi-"
"Can it."
"Okay."
"I apologize for my behavior, but as you know, I was programmed this way."
"Something tells me we're gonna be getting to know each other real well while I'm in here."
"Most likely."
So, what did we learn?
This machine/robot/thing was programmed a bunch of people, and those people made sure he was chock-full answers but taunted me by not letting him answer any of them.
We also learned he's a tiny bit of a smartass.