((A/N:Kamikazedrew: I mean. I'd be pretty fucking pissed if I was in his spot. There's less panic and more anger cause he was being zapped a bunch.

One to Seven: Jeeze, man, you're thinking about this way harder than I am. I actually really liked your idea about grinding, so I might implement that.))

I've been standing in this barely-lit container for about... oh, who am I kidding, I have no idea how long it's been. I've just been standing here, trying to find some exploit in whatever programming or system or whatever the fuck's been keeping me stock-still in this weird power stance. I can't feel any tiredness in my legs, and I mean, I guess that's good and it makes sense, but I still want to change my position. It's awkward.

I've been trying everything I possibly could to find some kind of foothold in my restraints, some kind of rat hole that I could widen to get freed, or whatever. In all honesty, I have no clue what I'm doing, I'm just going through the motions and praying that something's about to give.

{Notice: Due to repeated attempts, a Skill has been developed.}

[Programming] (Tier 1)
You understand the intricacies of code easier than normal people. You have Basic programming knowledge.

'Wh.. what?' I eye up the blue, holograph-like screen in front of me. 'Stop fucking with me.' The screen immediately disappears, leaving me confused as to what just happened. That seems to be happening a lot lately. I internally sigh as I go back to my attempts... only to see another screen pop up, this one full of code that I... actually kind of understand in spite of the fact that I've never taken a single course on coding or anything. 'I guess that comes with being a robot.'

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I start reading, going line by line, hoping to find something to break.

Roughly... 30 minutes pass by, I think, without much luck. I'm starting to understand the code more and more, but I can't seem to isolate any one part as the sole culprit. Aside from that, I see some very concerning things.

Summarized, I see code that'll force me to fight or stop fighting at the press of a button. I don't want to know what would happen to my psyche, if I'd get super angry or something, and I definitely don't wanna find out. In any case, I just keep at it, working tirelessly to free myself. Maybe, just maybe, when we get to wherever we're going, I can break out and leave. I need to find someone that can... hopefully install a speech module or whatever, something to let me communicate to people that I'm actually alive.

... Would that even be a good idea? What if the government kidnaps me and tries to figure out how this happened to make robot soldiers or whatever? I can't help but feel queasy at the thought. 'If I make myself really public, really quick, the government couldn't disappear me cause I'd have too many people wanting to see me.' Yeah... that's a good plan. I sigh mentally as I see that I've made incredibly little progress in the code department.

'Damnit... what did I do to deserve this?'

I'm immediately broken from my desperate code-cracking by the sound of a squeaky hatch opening, the container I'm in finally being propely illuminated with light. 'Did we already get there?'

Any hope or plan for escape is instantly destroyed as I see a some dirty-looking man in a black coat and a half-mask fall through the ceiling, promptly joined by a black-haired woman in an odd outfit, a massive bow on her head. I can hear the code in my head screaming, telling me to find out who they are. Failing that, to apprehend them.

The man is the first to speak up. "Looks like we're doing this the hard way." Both of them slowly stand up as me and all of my... `sibling` boot up, immediately in combat mode. While they surround the intruders, I stand back. I don't want to fight these two, no matter what my head's telling me.

"Don't be so dramatic." The woman scoffs, hand on the sword on her back. Wait a second... I think I recognize her. She looks insanely familiar, especially that weird sword she has on her back. But I can't recall exactly what's going on.

The sound of metal shifting and clanking draws my attention to one of the other robots, whose hands are now miniguns. "Intruder. Identify yourself." It says in a metallic, warbling voice. If that one can speak... can I speak? I bring my hand up to my throat. I try to speak... but I only get some warbling rather than the deep voice the other one has. I guess... it has different hardware or something.

Everything falls into an uncomfortable silence as the man stares the robot down.

Suddenly, his sword comes shooting out of it's sheath, smacking the robot in the face, taking it off-balance for a second. A second was all the man needed to rush forward and slice the robot's torso in half. How weak is this metal?

The others, realizing this is not going to be a simple apprehend, extend huge blades out of their arms, replacing their hands, and rush both the man and the woman. The following confrontation can only really be classified as a scrapfest, one that I am in no way trying to be a part of. I do my best to avoid engaging, to put some space between them and I, try and save myself.

Whatever voice was inside my head did say that I'd be transferred into another unit... but I don't trust it. The woman's cold stare snaps towards me, recognizing one more target. I feel a shiver down my spine, realizing I'm gonna need to fight. I just hope I can get away with street brawling.

She immediately lunges towards me, sword drawn, ready to cut through me like butter. Like every other automaton in this cart. I dodge to the side, using my massive weight to roll. Coming to a stop, I spring onto my feet. Allowing no time for her to reorient herself, I dash forward, already throwing as fast of a jab as I can.

The woman smacks my arm aside, thrusting the blade forwards, aiming to stab me right where my body's thinnest. I twist awkwardly out of the way, bringing up my foot to kick her hand. It connects, and I immediately follow up with another kick, this one to the stomach. Though I did hit her with the kick, it felt like I was kicking a solid rock wall, a faint purple shimmer glowing at the site of the hit.

My confusion costs me dearly, because in the time I took to question what that was, she recovered, delivering a blow heavy enough to make Arnold Schwarzenegger blush. I'm pushed back, scrambling to dodge all of the lightning-quick strikes and slashes, slowly losing ground. I just need an opening, a stumble, anything!-

{Connection To Unit 001 Terminated.}

{Unit 009 Intact. Transferring Consciousness.}

'-argh! Fuck... what was that?' I look around, feeling... less panicked than I should be. I'm still in the robot cart. I see the man in the dark coat and silly mask, and... me. The robot I was in- Unit 001, cleaved clean in half. They don't seem to have noticed this other unit. I'm... just gonna hide. Fuck this. I huddle tighter into the little corner I'm in, covering my visor, muting whatever red light may be shining from there.

The woman is leaning on her sword, catching her breath. She looks down at my `corpse`, looking more annoyed than I'd expect.

Again, the man's the first to speak. "Are you alright?" He sounds... kind of annoyed too.

She looks up, taking a steady breath, before nodding. "I'm fine, Adam. This one felt smarter than the others."

"Hmph. We need to set the charges, come on." He spins on his heel, walking hurriedly towards the door. Adam... Adam... the name also sounds familiar. I can see the woman stand up straight before following him.

I'm left in an empty cart, having to hear the noises of combat outside. I'm not interfering, even if this is some terrorist attack. What am I meant to do, anyways? They cleaved right through metal with regular ass swords, and I can barely control my body. I don't even know how to pop out those swords!

I sigh internally as I cross my legs, head hanging low as everything gets quiet outside again, no doubt due to all the security- or god forbid, more robots- getting violently slaughtered. I bring my hands up to my face, feeling insanely bitter about my situation.

'What did I do to deserve this...'

((A/N:I'm gonna be updating this fic way slower, with shorter chapters than my other fic. I want to take my time and make sure it doesn't get too goofy too soon. If you do wanna read something else that I made, I got NG+ in my acc, so I at least hope that'll keep you guys entertained for a bit before I update this other fic.))