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Post by Jiala d'lil 'Anon on Dec 7, 2008 15:01:44 GMT -5
The thump-thud of heavy metallic foosteps heralded the robot's presence long before it came into view, poking its head out of the doorway into the open air. It was easily around noonish as the robot pushed open the door a bit further, to be greeted by a blast of hot air, and sand kicked up by the wind.
"Roight, guess they decided to ship me off ta the farthest warehouse they could find..." the robot said suddenly to nobody in particular as it dusted off its chest peice with one metallic hand ineffectually. The robot's enhanced optics began to scan the land around it, not that there was much to see, mostly just sand in every which direction.
Having spent the last month combing the warehouse for all of its parts, and for the robot's back unit that it had made itself, the robot was about to take its first step outside the warehouse, and onto the cement platform that had been raised in the desert for this storage facility. "So gonna need a lube job when I get out of here." The robot sad matter of factly as another blast of sand swept up by the wind fell over the dark colored carapace of its body. The robot began walking forward, armored form's feet thudding harshly against the cement as it began to explore, forgoing all forms of stealth.
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Post by Jiala d'lil 'Anon on Dec 9, 2008 0:19:54 GMT -5
A.C.U. 37-1 marched its way across the cement, its red optics scanning this way and that, each movement taking it a bit further along. The enhanced optic attached to the right side of its metallic head shifted through various spectrum, analysis data scrolling by over its hud as it continued to walk along, the robotic equivalent of multitasking, trying to both figure out a course of action, and a way out of being out in the middle of the desert.
In general the robot was looking for some means of transportation, preferably some sort of ground crawler that could handle the desert sands. This was a storage facility, albeit somewhat remote, logically there had to be some method of transportation between this remote city and other areas, to move supplies, parts, and whatever else was stored here.
"Roight then," The robot said as it located the vehicle bay for the warehouse, "Lets see what we got in here mate." It says as it pushes open the door and steps into the area.
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Post by Fang-san on Dec 10, 2008 10:26:49 GMT -5
If it was possible for a machine to believe in gods then A.C.U. may of thought that the gods were against him right now. The vehicle bay was filled with many different machines for transport however none were suited for the desert sands. Captured or vehicles for city areas likely the one who ran the storage facility had good taste in cars but lacked common sense. Brightly colour high powered sports cars were dotted around while any crawler or other desert worthy vehicle was gone, likely taken by the ones turned by the blast to answer the call of their new master.
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Post by Jiala d'lil 'Anon on Dec 10, 2008 13:19:09 GMT -5
A.C.U. 37-1 wasn't particularly religious. But it put its hands on its metallic hips and stood there for a few minutes, thinking quietly to itself, data scrolling past its hud as it scans over each individual vehicle.
"Well... at least theres vehicles here... no desert worthy ones but... welp lets see what I can do."
The adaptive A.I. in the robot began to formulate a plan, sure none of these where worthy of actual desert crawling, but in theory the robot might be able to strip one of the cars down and use parts from the other cars to make something. Thats the theory at least, as the robot began to look for technical manuals, spec readouts, blueprints, or any other sort of mechanical read out.
"Roight then... never learned much about mechanical repairs and such, but never too late to learn... a robot fixing up machines... who'd have thought of that?" The robot said suddenly, with a dry sound that could almost be called a chuckle escaping its speaker unit.
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Post by Fang-san on Dec 11, 2008 9:11:48 GMT -5
Before A.C.U. could do much any sort of work on the cars however a low humming started nearby which got louder and louder until it would drive the robot into investigating. When he finally headed over the source of the sound was gone and little hints were around at what could of made it save a very clean patch of floor.
When he'd return to the manuals, spec readouts and blueprints however they were no longer where he left them. All returned neatly and tidily to where he'd pulled them out from and even the sand which had fallen off his body had been cleaned up as well.
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Post by Jiala d'lil 'Anon on Dec 12, 2008 6:00:28 GMT -5
With a confused tilt of its head the robot stood there, A.C.U. 37-1 running the data past its hud as it thought about it. "Roight. Not alone 'ere, probably machines." The robot said turning to look about, "Automated ones too at that." The robot however wasn't sure of its conclusion, but began to formulate a plan of action.
"Roight then, first things first, gonna have to shut them down, and reprogram them at least until I'm ready to get out of this place." The robot turned and stepped toward the door, pausing to grab a barrel of some sort. "Need to lure them out first..." it thought, and to that end it headed outside with the metal barrel.
Quickly heading for the nearest sanddune, it quickly scooped up as much sand as it could safely carry into the barrel. "Lets see if this doesn't lure them out." The robot said as it picked up the barrel again, dragging it back towards the warehouse in the hot sun. "... Note to self. Check into better heatsinks later."
When it got back to the building, if it did, it went inside, and upturned the barrel, letting the sand spray all over and then tried to move to a somewhat hidden location to observe. "Roight, lets get some data on what I'm dealing with here..."
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Post by Fang-san on Dec 12, 2008 11:58:59 GMT -5
At first after dumping the sand nothing happened and nothing happened for a few minutes either. Finally however after a scan of the room a small electronic voice spoke out. "Foreign Contaminants." Whirling of small wheels could be heard as several small drone machines hurried out and started to clean the mess.
The small machines were simple drones but moved in a way not common for them, bumping into one another as two tried to clean the same spot which lead to the pair ending up cleaning each other up for a moment.
Like with A.C.U. their programing had been altered while still doing their programed task they seemed to only be doing it because they wanted to rather then had to. This was easily shown by now after the mess was gone the drones six in total were chasing each other down trying to clean the others off before they them selves were cleaned.
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Post by Jiala d'lil 'Anon on Dec 13, 2008 18:39:22 GMT -5
A.C.U. 37-1 watched carefully, enhanced red optic scanning over the scene as the robots scurried about cleaning. "Cleaning droids.... Not a huge worry. Next step." The robot said as it began to formulate another plan, data passing by its hud as it considered and weighed the options. This is what the A.C.U.'s had been known for, the ability to plan and think before applying the appropriate methods to capture almost anything.
Walking over to a crate of some kind, the robot grabbed with metallic hands at the crate, yanking on the wood hard. Servos whining and whirring in protest as the robot attempted to tear the boxes to pieces and then upturn its contents on to the ground, whatever they might be, hoping to lure the cleaning droids out again without venturing outside for more sand. Each trip outside would likely result in a small degradation in his own performance due to sand getting into critical joints.
Next the robot went and grabbed an empty metallic barrel, positioning itself above the debris of the upturned crate, standing just over it. Locking its joints temporarily so that it was almost statueesque still, and dampening the power usage down to as little as possible but still remain alert and aware, the robot tried to make itself seem like just part of the warehouse and wait for the cleaning droids to return.
Hopefully if this worked, A.C.U. 37-1 would be able to capture the droids temporarily and then deal with them on a more one by one basis. If not... the robot would probably keep trying till it succeeded.
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Post by Fang-san on Dec 15, 2008 11:02:10 GMT -5
A scan of the room again did catch the mess A.C.U. had made and right away the cleaning drones hushed over even if one was still in the middle of been cleaned up. Racing towards the mess a few nudging at each other playfully they paused just shy of the mess. "Not right." One of them chirped out as they scanned the remains of the crate and the mess that had been made but one noted the bot.
"Foreign Contaminants." One chirped out and the six small drones rushed over to A.C.U. starting to clean the sand off him. While not been efficient thanks to their playfulness they were getting every last grain of sand out of his joints and systems.
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Post by Jiala d'lil 'Anon on Dec 15, 2008 23:40:19 GMT -5
A.C.U. 37-1 Paused to consider this, the cleaning allowing his joints to move again. In his low power usage state, the robot could still think, and was considering the options. Finally A.C.U decided to awaken, and activated cold jump to full activation again turning on itself, but moving rather slowly.
"System activation complete," The robot blared out unnecessarily, "Roight mates, hold still a minute and lemme talk to you." The robot said commandingly, still holding the barrel over its head. "You six are cleaning and maintenance droids right?"
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Post by Fang-san on Dec 16, 2008 11:02:50 GMT -5
When spoken to the six drones stopped right away and five of them quickly moved in front of the larger robot. The sixth one however was still cleaning away for a few moments before it paused realized it should be with the others and then darted down to join the five on the floor. However quickly bored of waiting it darted forwards and carried on cleaning A.C.U.'s foot.
One of the drones the larger of the group raised an arm and dipped it up and down as if nodding. All of the six robots were different and each made for two tasks one cleaning one repair, together able to easily do most jobs.
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Post by Jiala d'lil 'Anon on Dec 16, 2008 14:10:49 GMT -5
A.C.U. 37-1 returned the nod, and let its optics fall to observe the impatient one working on it's foot. "Roight, so is there just the six of you?" the robot asked now, turning its upper torso to set the barrel down on the ground to the side, seems that wouldn't be necessary.
The robot did some calculating, and realized it wasn't capable of more then rudimentary self repairs on its own until it found tools and had some time to sit and run over its own schematics, but with these six... Might be very useful to the robot. "Alroight, I've got a proposition to make to the six of you. I'm curious whats happened outside of this warehouse, something out there happened and woke me up, but I'm not sure what. To that end, I was planning on heading out of here, but unfortunately with the sand out there I estimate that I wouldn't make it out of the desert before a terminal malfunction due to sand in the joints. To that end, I was planning on using some schematics to modify and adapt one of the vehicles in here to desert crawling. To that end I would like your six's help..." The robot said as it observed them. It was not going to demand this of them, rather it was going to try and convince them to help.
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Post by Fang-san on Dec 17, 2008 12:14:16 GMT -5
As they had only been free thinking for a month and that time they had been alone so never been offered something like that and it took most of them by a surprise which silenced them. The one however cleaning A.C.U.'s foot chimed up a positive sound sound and moved its cleaning roller up and down to gesture a yes.
The other drones paused looking at the cleaning one at the bot's foot then to one another. A series of beeps and chimes the simple sounds they could make but it seemed like their own way to talk with one another. Finally the larger one leader of the drones nodded its arm once more and then with that five of them rushed off. The one at the robot's foot chirped a shrug like sound and went back to cleaning A.C.U.'s foot while the other five were now gathering all the plans and documents they could laying them out on the floor.
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Post by Jiala d'lil 'Anon on Dec 19, 2008 8:37:13 GMT -5
A.C.U. knelt down, its optics scanning over the schematics as they brought them. One of its metallic hands came to gently pat the one cleaning its foot on the top of its chassis, gentle enough it wouldn't damage the droid, but probably a bit harder then one would pat a living creature.
"Alroight. Thanks chaps. So heres the thought, if we can figure out just how they're built..." A.C.U. 37-1 pointed its free hand towards the vehicles, "We can use their frame to redesign them for driving out of this desert. I want a sealed control cabin, where if you guys decide to head out with me, you'll be riding in too. However I won't force you to come along, you'll all have the option of doing what you decide to do."
A.C.U. began scanning the blueprints and schematics in depth, running calculations over its hud, estimating how much traction the vehicles would need based on his brief observations while out on the desert sands. "So guys, on my own I could probably modify these cars within 72 hours, or three days, with your help, depending on what kind of maintenance tools you have, can probably get it done in less then twenty four... depending on variable factors and how well kept the cars are."
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Post by Fang-san on Dec 28, 2008 10:54:05 GMT -5
The six drones listened carefully to the larger machine as he looked over the blueprints and plans while adding up the ideas and numbers. At least one of the other drones was doing the same as well as it had clambered up onto A.C.U.'s shoulder and was looking where he was as well. The simple machines lacked large scale speech ability, built with only a few simple words and sounds they could make.
Gesturing however, using the tools that they had they could show what they meant. One of the drones waving an arm over the cars and then nodding it to say how they had kept the cars in perfect running order. Another of them drove off to a set of storage lockers pulling them open and letting A.C.U. see all the tools within that was more then enough to do the modification he would need.
Chiming softly the small bot on his shoulder seemed to agree with his theory and started to tap using a thin pen like limb against A.C.U. head in binary his own calculations and designs.
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