T-05-41
My stomach hurts. My limbs hurt. My everything hurts.
"[profanity] Inspector… I would have joined the fray if I had one of those EGOs too… Cleaning corpses is way too much for a first day."
If only Trey hadn't decided to spay his brain on the floor, then maybe it would have been an easier task. The only surviving clerk of the Information Department vomited non-stop and passed out while filling the buckets with the remains of our former colleagues. I thought the day would never end, but the corridors finally returned to an agreeable state. All thanks to me.
I admit it. I didn't sign to fight monsters. I was told I would fill reports, process documents and manage containment units, not… clash against a goddam murderer with a metallic head bigger than my Sephirah! I am not in the wrong. The Control Team is. Who in their right mind would follow those absurd orders?
Suppress the breached abnormality. Suppress the Dawn of Amber.
Before, fighting those bugs used to mark the end of the day, but it is no longer sufficient to meet the daily quota.
Moving aside with my feet, I cleared the dead bugs from the corridor in order to reach my destination. T-05-41. A small piece of paper was stuck to one of the bugs mouth, so I took it.
Do not fail your work. The Qliphoth Counter lowers when the results are not good.
There was more on the reverse. The bug spit had digested its content, but the word clean was still visible.
I checked the corridor once more. A few clerks had been devoured by the Amber Ordeal. I would love some assistance cleaning the department. The newbies I got assigned to my team were probably going to puke everywhere, so I decided to swallow my pride and consider asking Control Team for help.
I opened the door to commit Repression Work.
All-Around Helper was a cleaning-robot. Protruding from its white, oval shaped body, two thin legs helped it move around. Next to its red eyes, it wore a happy looking facial expression.
"You are the bot, huh? I have a bone to pick with you jerks."
I kicked it.
"Why are you so heartless, huh? If you see your poor employee crying while moping the blood from the floor, you should give them a hand!"
I stepped on it and ground my foot on its metallic carcass.
"[profanity] that Yesod! [profanity] that Angela! If machines were all they needed to keep the Wing running, they wouldn't hire people, so they should at least treat us with more care! Suppress the monsters? You do it! You are the replaceable one! There is only one of me! And what the hell is wrong with playing chain words?!"
Kicking it around, I relieved some stress. I didn't feel guilty to treat that bot so cruelly. I had it worse. Besides, it yielded the best results with Instinct and Repression work. The clerks that checked its reactions to Attachment got neutral results. When the Inspector tried Insight, a lot of noise was heard inside of the chamber. Ignoring my questions, they just went away to fill in the report about the results obtained, without even explaining what happened to their ruined suit or where he left his red-eyed club. Cursing at them, I told a clerk to clean the trail of blood that jerk left behind.
Kick! Kick! Kick!
I was happy.
I was terrified from Forsaken Murderer after witnessing its breached state, so I behaved while tending to his physical needs in Instinct Work. I was happy a sucker like Little Helper was around to help me relieve my stress.
Then, my foot came off.
"Aaaaaaargggh!"
I screamed, blinded by the sudden pain of my stumpy bleeding leg. Blood dripped from one of the new sharp limbs exiting Little Helper's body. Its four limbs extended and revealed huge razors at their ends, long enough to reach the ceiling.
"Contamination detected – Commencing cleaning."
Then it began spinning, sweeping its razors around and producing sparks. My [parts of the human body] were sliced in tiny bits. A puddle of my [vital liquid] filled the chamber.
"How is this cleaning anything… you [profanity]…?"
Trumpets once again. Duty called. I had just finished exchanging my broken suit for a new EGO when the alarm set off. Ek and I met at the Main Room before receiving Malkuth's debriefing instructions. A metallic sound rasped against the door. I tackled our Sephirah and a white trail rushed through the space we used to occupy.
"We'll take care of things here, boss! Take cover!"
Little Helper used to be a white cleaning-bot. Now, it was a blood-red killing machine murdering everyone in its path. Our first HE-grade threat.
"Revenge will be mine, you pervert! Ek, it's winding down! Now's our chance! After me!"
"Aye, cap!"
This is an automatic transcription of the conversation held inside T-05-41's containment unit while [DATA EXPUNGED] worked Insight, on [data irrelevant].
"Hey there, buddy. Our clerks just found out what you are. A product from XX Inc. A cleaning bot, of sorts."
"Hello! I am your friendly Helper Robot. How may I serve you?"
"The records say you are a bot specialized to take care of a family household all on your own. That's quite the feat. Can you cook?"
"Searching for ingredients in the vicinity. Searching for recipes. Ding! Commencing cooking mode. Human broth for residents of District 23 will be ready in about 5 minutes."
"What are you…? You have blades?! Oh, no. [Profanity]! [Profanity]! Aaarrgh! You just chopped…!"
"Master, hand me the ingredients. I want to cook for you."
"No! You're not cooking FOR me! You're trying to cook ME!"
"Remain still so that I can gather the ingredients."
"[Profanity] that! You stay still! Take this!"
"Ow. Master, why do you resist?"
"You really suck at insight work! Did you know that? Who even designed you to be like this?"
"I was created by [Confidential Name] on the [Confidential Date]. I am happy they gave me the tools to be of help for everybody. I want to be of use."
"You remind me of my boss, Little Helper. But she's much cuter than you are. And less murderous. AAaaaarh!"
"Ingredients gathered. Commencing cooking phase."
"[Profinity]… How do you even fit those pots inside you? It hurts…"
"It will be done in a jiffy. It's done! Here, master, say aaah."
"You must be joking. You're going to spoon-feed me myself? Aaaghh."
"I'm glad to be of help."
The rest of the recording are sounds of coughs, cries, struggle, protest and vomits, along with the proud comments of All-Around Helper. Employee [Confidential ID] limped his way to the infirmary and received treatment to regenerate his missing chunks of flesh. K Corp nanotechnology was utilized to fill the gaps.
