That idiot.
The facility had been dark for days now, and the bots decided to stay out of their ways to be on their best behavior to avoid Her wrath. They wandered to the next chambers without so much but a glance at each other, dismissing their usual routinely high-five at the exit as a hazard. They grew tired after a few days, running around and completing yet another test. They paused for a moment to raise their hands, and then eyed the camera above them critically. Their optics glowed and flickered as they thought for a second, and then Orange hesitantly moved his hand down right before Blue spun and slapped his hand. Blue stumbled past orange for two or three steps, chattering confusedly at Orange's sudden denial. Blue elbowed Orange, pushing them to answer why they did it, but Orange shrugged them off and trudged ahead. Blue's broad shoulders slumped and his optic rolled, settling on the red lens of the camera. He gazed at it curiously for a moment, wondering what could possibly make Her so upset for such a long period of time. Then again, he thought, moving quickly to the elevator, if She was that upset, he had to avoid making her direct her anger towards him.
That idiotic metal ball of a moron.
Her chamber was dimly-lit, and the computer screens seemed to be an eerie white as they glowed. Her processors were humming in a low growl, and server lights were flickering with more impatience than usual. Her hands moved in a blur over the keyboard, and the series of clicks never seemed to end. Her eyes were glued to the screen, watching the commands being written and the test chamber cameras tracking every subject's progress.
And then there was his voice that came up every once and a while to see how he liked falling through the chutes, having passed turrets and narrowly dodging their bullets. "Oi, luv, could you-AH!" "I need some help over here, they won't stop shooting-" "Luv, hey. luv? Can...can you hear me? My ears are ringing horribly...luv?"
"Are you not answering because of the 'luv' bit? Oh, come on luv, I swear I'll s- Oh."
"Alright listen, I'll promise to stop calling you luv, if, and here's the big word, IF you let me out of here, right? Just, get me out o' here. I don't care how you do it, I just- ARRUUGHHH!" Another horde of bullets showered around him. A dozen of high-pitched voices sang out in unison. "Target acquired."
"ALRIGHT! OKAY! I'll take that as a, as a no from you, luv. An absolute-GAHHH_Alright, LOOK, CAN YOU PlEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE?"
Connection Severed
A cold smile spread itself on her lips as she sighed, and continued typing. Her eyes glanced at the top of the screen. He had been through that for about nine hours now. She opened another tab and located where he was in the chute. He was close enough. She redirected the chute to Her chamber, and turned around in Her chair as she waited.
:...Deploying Core in three, two, one._
"OOF!"
"Right on cue." She commented sarcastically, glancing at the moron's collapsed body in mild disgust. "I hope you learned your lesson, because that's just one of the punishments I'll ever give you." The moron didn't stir, and he didn't reply either. Her yellow eyes narrowed as she stood up, walking to him and kneeling down. He was curled up in some sort of ball. Her retina told her what she already knew.
"I..Haha...I kind of got...s-shot, luv-Erm, I mean.."
She had the claws grab him by the collar and yank him up, and he screamed as he was lifted, hands covering the bloody wound on his side. She gazed at it with mild curiosity, and snapped her fingers. He immediately fell limp in the claws grip. Unconscious. her hands moved over his wound, and her head tilted to get a better view. The bullet was in there, and the blood stain on his shirt was the size of her hand. She eyed his face warily before turning around and having the claw set him down, and lifting up his shirt to remove the damage done to his chest plate. Wires needed to be replaced...blood must be pumped back into his artificial heart...
She scoffed and let her claws work on him as she checked on the test subjects. The moron was not allowed to die. He simply wasn't. He couldn't be killed by a turret, either.
The killing part was Her job.