Post by mementovivere on Jul 18, 2017 23:19:49 GMT
> Des: Follow the footsteps, see where they end. Company before discovery!
Good idea. If these footsteps belong to anyone human, you'd really like to find them. Not only is there strength in numbers, but you're getting awfully sick of only having MUTANT ABOMINATIONS and CREEPY ROBOTS to interact with. Detective Des is on the case! IT'S SCIENCE, MY DEAR WATSON! Detective work counts as science, right? You're pretty sure most things count as science if you look at them from the right angle.
You kind of wish you had a comically-oversized magnifying glass, by which you of course mean an ordinary-sized magnifying glass held by a tiny woman. Oh well.
The trail leads you to a closet of identical lab coats, where your subject appears to have tried to wipe off a bunch of blood. Unfortunately, this means the easily-followable trail of blood ends here! Drat!
You think you might be able to make a hypothesis about what happened next though. THIS lab coat is in tatters, so from here they might have tried to bandage their wounds with strips of lab coat to stop the bleeding further. Surely they wouldn't have needed THIS much fabric though. Unless...
> Des: Yank on the long stringy looking thing.
...They then used the excess fabric to make a makeshift rope, which they then used as a lasso to reach a higher point in the room. Wasn't there a shelf here in your version of the lab? You're pretty sure that's what that ramp down there is made from. As for the things sitting on the shelf...
> Des: Go look at that bottle with an "X" on it.
Yep, you remember these. Hakeem's lab had a couple of these bottles too, along with a toy robot and raygun, so you're guessing that the shelves of assorted SCIENTIFIC KNICK KNACKS come standard with the base labs.
> Des: Examine somewhat empty bottle.
You never really messed with the X bottles in your lab, but you vaguely recall that they contain an INVISIBILITY SERUM! But if you never interacted with these bottles, and if the bottles aren't something you invented, does that mean your knowledge of what the serum does is just another fake implanted memory for fake scientists? At this point you suppose you can use all the intel you can get, but all these fake memories still make you uneasy.
Waaaaait a minute. If this is invisibility serum, then why is so much of it gone? Could something be invisible in this room AT THIS VERY MOMENT? You nervously glance around you and listen as hard as you can, but all you can hear is the usual soft mechanical whirring of the lab's various machines. You're so used to the faint background hum of the laboratories that you tend to forget it's there.
> Des: examine that thing
That thing? Oh, THIS thing. It appears to be the head from the tiny robot on the shelf! You're pretty sure it's more of a toy than an actual android, which is fine since you're pretty sure an actual TrueCorp robot would probably be trying to kill you or wipe your memory or whatever. Where did its body go, though? Well, if only its head is left, there's only one thing to do.
BEEP BOP BOOP, YOU ARE A ROBOT. YOU LIKE TO WORK FOR STUPID CORPORATIONS AND MAKE FAKE INTERNET ACCOUNTS AND TAKE MEGABITES OUT OF MICROCHIPS OR WHATEVER. YOU ARE BAD AT TRACKING DOWN CHARMING PSEUDOSCIENTISTS AND INJECTING THEM WITH THINGS TO MAKE THEM LOSE THEIR MEMORIES. YOU DO EVERYONE'S LEAST FAVORITE DANCE CRAZE, THE ROBODENA BEEPROY, WHICH YOU ARE BAD AT BECAUSE YOU'RE A TIN CAN WITH NO SOUL OR SENSE OF RHYTHM.
Okay, that's enough pretending to be stupid.
Next to the robot head is the shelf's usual variety of ray gun, but it appears to be missing some parts as well! Namely, the zappy parts. That's not very useful. But if this lab is like the others, then...
> Des: Look around the lab for another ray gun.
Bingo, there's a completely identical shelf on the opposite side of the room. Good thing the Higher Ups or whatever seem to expect you to need copies of most of the shit they give you.
You got ANOTHER RAY GUN!
...Which you immediately set back down someplace more accessible. Super strength or not, this thing is obviously way too big and awkward to wield practically. But it'll be good to have available in a pinch.
Besides, there's something extremely important you'd like to do that you have been putting off for far too long now.
> Des: go to mice
> Des: Visit the mice.
> Des: Climb-up-to-and-talk-to-all-the-mice
This is the best moment of your entire damn life. The cuddle pile is SO SOFT, and these mice clones are SO much sweeter than the MUTANT ABOMINATION kind!
The thing is, the mice were always your favorite part of working in your lab, and ain't nothing fake or fabricated about THOSE memories. There are sooooo many embarrassingly elaborate fanfics about your mice on your computer. Their hopes, their dreams, their romances... gosh, you got so attached to each new batch you projected onto. You always felt bad that you had to experiment on them and feed them mutagenic chemicals, but you feel kind of relieved to learn that maybe those experiments were never really your idea at all! If you think about it, you're basically kindred spirits, thrust against your will into your roles as metaphorical lab rats. Another reason you're kindred spirits is because both you and the mice are cute as hell! YES YOU ARE!
> Des: Steal mice for yourself.
The only stealing going on is the way they've stolen your heart. You and these mice are already clearly best friends and soul mates for all eternity. Maybe you can finally start atoning for all of those experiments you perpetuated! You can escape your oppressors TOGETHER! And you can do it ADORABLY!
> Des: Go saddle up a mouse and ride it to freedom!!!!
YES!!!! COME, MOUSIMILIAN! TO FREEDOM!!!
FFFFFRRRREEEEEEEEDDDDDDdddddddd'oh. You forgot you're still stuck in this stupid lab with its stupid unopenable doors. And you're not about to risk your new best friend getting eaten by an evil cupcake.
Possibly MORE upsetting is realizing that they KEYPAD of the MULTI-USE BEAM STATION is missing! Your backup plan had been to make yourself big again, but it looks like that won't be happening any time soon... not unless you can repair it or you get your MULTI-USE BEAM GUN back. Sorry Mousimilian, looks like freedom will take a little bit longer to achieve. Maybe it's time to get settled in.
> Des: Make a tiny home for yourself a la The Borrowers.
You start scoping out a good place to set up camp, but realize that the lab's cabinet is ajar and seems to have a faint flickering coming from within! It almost seems like... firelight? You think you can make out the dim shapes of tiny furniture inside as well. Maybe someone beat you to the tiny home thing! You decide to take a look inside and see if your missing person is a friend or foe.
But before you can go inside, the cabinet suddenly slams shut in front of you! That was... disconcerting. You didn't see anything approach from the inside or outside, and that enormous door should be way too heavy for a tiny person to slam with such force unnoticed! What's going on here?
> Des: fly upward really fast (bring the mouse maybe)
You fly upwards really fast and bring the mouse definitely. You're not about to stick around here in a vulnerable position while doors are slamming shut willy-nilly! As you do, you hear a buzzing sound below you, but you're too busy looking at where you're going to see what it is.
You and Mousimilian should be safer up here at least. Maybe. Wait what's that giant claw thing doing here? Argh, stop getting distracted and focus!
> Des: Think logically before you do anything, what if it's actually a foe trying to lure you in?
You peer down at the floor, but don't see anything, and it seems that the buzzing noise has stopped. What the heck was that? You're still really curious about what's in the cabinet, but jumping blindly into danger hasn't been going well for you lately. You quickly assess your options.
1. Something inside the cabinet slammed it shut, and doesn't want you inside.
2. Something OUTSIDE the cabinet slammed it shut, and doesn't want you inside.
3. Something slammed the cabinet shut, but it's actually an elaborate mind game to lure you inside and, I dunno, eat you??
4. You're actually perfectly safe, and it was just a very strong gust of buzzing wind that closed the cabinet.
5. The cabinet has achieved sentience, and doesn't want you inside of its private areas without its consent.
Gosh, they all sound equally plausible. This calls for some closer investigation.
Stay here and be safe, dear sweet precious Mousimilian. Mama will be back soon.
> Des: Use your super knocking powers to politely greet mysterious person.
Well, super POLITE knocking powers. You knock on the door several times in an attempt to lure out whoever is inside, if they even are inside. But nobody responds! What kind of a rude person ignores you and/or isn't actually inside?
Well, whatever. You've tried the polite and cautious approach, but it's time to just cut to the chase. Anyway, you'll be fine. You have super powers after all.
> Des: Use laser eyes to cut a doorway into the door.
Into the unknown you go.
Meanwhile, Mousimilian seems to be freaking out. Wait, what's down there?
> : invisible maaaaaaaaaan?
You are now the INVISIBLE MAN! Wait, are you even a man? Yeah you're pretty sure you're a man, even if you can't be seen.
Anyway, some HELLISH FIGMENT OF YOUR IMAGINATION has blatantly vandalized and broken into your home! This after you watched her steal, vandalize, and rearrange SEVERAL OTHER THINGS in the massive laboratory you have become a refugee in. You've fought off your fair share of NIGHTMARES so far, but these kinds of MIND GAMES and DISGUISES are a new low for them. You'll have to be on your guard, even with the various TECHNOLOGICAL PROTECTIONS you've developed and modified with your SUPERIOR SCIENTIFIC INTELLECT. At least you finally got your STOLEN HAT back.
> : eat the mice
You have already eaten SEVERAL CLONED MICE! That's why you have a farm of them, after all. You ARE getting kind of hungry though. You peer up at the clone that the NIGHTMARE TEMPTRESS stole and forced to do her bidding. CLONE MEAT still has somewhat of an artificial taste to it, but it's not as bad as the 3D PRINTED FOOD generated by the TRUE CATERER, and they're a heck of a lot easier to access at your current size.
> : Check out what's the thing at the lower right corner of the window.
That's your MINIATURE SUPER TELESCOPE! It's a scale model of the COLLAPSIBLE SUPER TELESCOPE you developed however long ago. Unfortunately its diminished size makes it a lot less effective, and you can only see faint outlines of faraway WINDOW UNITS. Also you have to shimmy your way up the electrical cord and it's this whole big ordeal.
When you were big, you used to keep tabs on someone you once thought of as your friend. But now you know that she wasn't actually real. None of this is. The fact that your nightmares are now carrying her face makes you think you might be slipping even closer to the brink of insanity, but you have to stay strong.
> : That android head might be useful as a disguise. Surely those bots could recognize you as one of them if you have it on.
You put on the ANDROID HEAD, which of course fits perfectly on your INVISIBLE ANDROID MECH SUIT. This whole thing probably WOULD be a good disguise, but not as much as being invisible. You could make the HEAD invisible as well, but you'd have to deactivate the INVISIBILITY FIELD, and now isn't the time to let your guard down.
You do do a little dance briefly. This is the, uh... ROBOTWIST? You're not very good at dancing. Sometimes you dream about people who are though.
> : Number 1 priority should be finding out whoever is behind that door, the last thing you want is to be stamped on.
Yeah, that's enough messing around. Truth be told, you're kind of nervous to engage with the NIGHTMARE TEMPTRESS, who apparently has NIGHTMARE POWERS or something. You've never been much of a physical person, and as miserable as this ENDLESS NIGHTMARE has been, you're still afraid to die. But you have to be brave. You have a sick mech suit after all.
You are now the NIGHTMARE TEMPTRESS again, I mean DESMODENA LEROY. You're checking out this cool CABINET HOME, which is really kind of cozy and cute! There's a BUNSEN FURNACE providing light and warmth, a store of food, a work bench, a cute little bed made of scraps of lab coats... and hey, is that the MULTI-USE BEAM STATION KEYPAD? Also, where'd your hat go?
Post by mementovivere on Aug 24, 2017 14:43:24 GMT
> say that you are going to shoot!
DESMODENA: don't come any closer or i'll shoot!
DESMODENA: (can't believe i've got freakin evil hats to fight now too…)
: Don't tell me what to do! YOU'RE the evil one! AND I'M NOT A HAT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE OR ***I'M*** GOING TO SHOOT, NIGHTMARE WENCH!
DESMODENA: wench??? excuse you???
> shoot gun at other gun, thereby creating a magical duel
You both carry out your threats and shoot your respective guns at each other, and both realize a moment too late that that's probably a terrible idea.
> Cabinet: Explode
You are all sent careening through the air. There's a lot of screaming going on.
You land nimbly. Well, Desmodena does, because she's quick on her feet.
The other guy crash lands upside-down, and damages his INVISIBILITY FIELD a bit.
Mousimilian careens off but is unharmed. It's a good thing the MOUSE CLONES are genetically engineered to be abnormally physically resilient. It helps keep the mortality rate down in experiments.
: Now, where were we?
DESMODENA: i think you were trying to kill me for some reason
: Uh, yeah, because YOU'RE trying to kill ME!
DESMODENA: i meannn, i'm not if you're not. you got the jump on me, hatty!
: YOU BLEW UP MY HOUSE!!!
DESMODENA: uh, WE blew up your house thank you very much
DESMODENA: there's no i in team
: UGH. STOP TRYING TO CONFUSE ME!
> Des: Diplomacy! You might be able to make a friend! Ask him if he's science-rulez602/Hakeem.
DESMODENA: okay, look, let's cut the bullshit banter
DESMODENA: i'm guessing you're the mysterious tiny invisible man i've been trying to track down
DESMODENA: follow-up question: are you named hakeem and/or do you use the screen name science hyphen rulez six oh two?
: THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS NIGHTMARE WENCH!
DESMODENA: dude! stop with the nightmare wench shit!!!
DESMODENA: please just listen to me for a sec
DESMODENA: look, hakeem, if it is you, it's me! des! we used to be science buddies, remember? dancemodena on truechat?
DESMODENA: the last message you sent me was about that 666 code, and it looks like you've been through a lot since then, so i don't blame you for being all jumpy and shit...
DESMODENA: but that's why we need to be working together! so we don't freakin die!
HAKEEM: Oh, I remember you. Those were the days when my dreams were happy.
HAKEEM: The late night TrueChat conversations, the mouse experiments we ran together, the dance videos you sent me, watching alternate universe shows and movies, gossiping about the other scientists…
DESMODENA: pretty sure those guys are robots bee tee dubs
HAKEEM: Shut UP! This is what I'm talking about. Stop distracting me with your nonsensical drivel!
HAKEEM: I don't care what you say, "Des". I'm not falling for the elaborate illusion anymore.
HAKEEM: Nothing that's been happening should be possible! I don't even remember what happened before I came to work at TrueCorp! So there's only one thing that makes sense. The clues are everywhere, and it just gets obvious the longer you pay attention.
HAKEEM: You're not real. NONE OF THIS IS!
HAKEEM: I don't know if it's a dream or a psychotic break or what, but it's FAKE and SO ARE YOU!
DESMODENA: i am so real :/
DESMODENA: i mean, maybe not a real scientist, that's kinda been a whole point of contention lately
DESMODENA: but i definitely exist! i'm thinking, therefore i'm… am. right?
HAKEEM: I… I mean…
HAKEEM: No. NO! I'M SICK OF THE MIND GAMES!
HAKEEM: YOU'RE JUST A FIGMENT OF MY SUBCONSCIOUS!
HAKEEM: DIE ALREADY!!! JUST DIE SO THIS CAN END!!!
> Hakeem: Laser beams, all of them
You switch to the SQUINTUPLEX 5-BEAM LASER ARRAY you dreamed that you built. If the mischievous dream projection of your nonexistent lab partner likes dancing so much, then let's see how she likes dream projecting herself dancing on some dream projected hot light beams!!!
>Des: Intimidate him with your sick dance moves.
You totally fail to intimidate him, just as much as you failed at diplomacy earlier. Ow ow ow. You're still self-healing, but this still kind of hurts!
Well, you got confirmation that it's Hakeem at least… but it seems that after the amount of trauma he's gone through, the guy's had a total break from reality, and isn't listening to reason! You feel for your friend's sanity, but you may have no choice but to knock some sense back into him, at least until he stops trying to kill you.
> Des: DESMODENA LEEEEROOOOYYYY!!!
You begin everyone's favorite dance craze, the... well, you know the rest. You can't see Hakeem's face but you bet he's looking perplexed.
Hmm. It seems the LASER BEAMS are getting sucked into the ensuing DESNADO? You're both reasonably sure that's not how lasers or tornados work, but whatever. Both of you stubbornly keep at it.
Uh. That's probably not good. The amplified lasers shoot out of the DESNADO every which way!
SaDOS: Ugh. So much for that break. I bet that's the two missing subjects. Humans are the absolute worst.
pal3000: Oh dear. Well, the sooner we take care of the test subjects, the sooner I can get back to binging.
pal3000: "Wubba lubba dub dub," am I right? Ha ha ha.
SaDOS: No. You're not right. Your inscrutable references to alternate universe media are only slightly less tiresome than the humans are.
pal3000: Wow. I'm not the one obsessed with making cakes despite not having a mouth with which to eat them.
Post by mementovivere on Sept 11, 2017 2:10:09 GMT
> SaDOS: Have dreams of eating piles of cake crushed.
You have no such dreams, or really any dreams at all, because you're a robot.
Besides, to you, the appeal in baking is nothing so crass as stuffing a wet organic digestive tube full of sweets like some kind of slobbering primate. Baking is a scientific, graceful art… a symphony of flour and chemistry, a dance of eggs and endothermic chemical reactions. Don't even get you STARTED on the artistry of fondant and frosting. Cake creation is a beautiful scientific art in and of itself, and it's hard not to be indignant that everyone just focuses on your creations happening to be edible. So instead you're just always indignant.
> SaDOS: use cake decorator to make smiley face on pal3000.
There. That'll show HIM who doesn't have a mouth!!! He mostly just seems amused though.
…Okay, this is a dumb waste of time. Time to go get those humans.
> Des and Hakeem: Realize the destruction you're causing!
You fail to realize the destruction you're causing. You're both so caught up in your attacks that you fail to notice much of ANYTHING about your surroundings!
> Des: Move your desnado forward towards Hakeem.
You know you're not going to accomplish much by just being on the defensive. Time to move on to the offensive and end this.
> Des: Seems like the only way to establish your realness is to punch or kick that invisible machine.
Your DESNADO attack start to making contact! Hakeem feels… big and boxy and metallic. You start dealing out some dance-based damage, as the tornado around you continues to deflect the laser attacks! His invisibility shield begins to falter!
> Lasers: Accidentally tap MUB keypad.
You also completely fail to notice one of the laser beams make contact with the mass of wires where the MULTI-USE BEAM STATION keypad used to be. It begins to charge!
You're both caught off-guard by the MULTI-USE BEAM STATION! You feel… you feel…
HAKEEM: W-we're big again! It's finally over!
HAKEEM: I mean, my mech suit is ruined, but IT'S FINALLY OVER!!!
DESMODENA: yep, sure seems like it
DESMODENA: the being tiny part at least, if not the being trapped in truecorp part
DESMODENA: now will you stop freaking attacking me???
DESMODENA: and calling me a horror succubus or whatever?
HAKEEM: I think I believe you now. Or at least that you're not in league with those monster things.
HAKEEM: I'm still not really sure what's going on here, whether this is all a dream or not, but…
HAKEEM: I can't afford to chase off any allies.
HAKEEM: I guess I was just stuck in survival mode for so long that I guess I was starting to lose it a little.
DESMODENA: well… i guess it's okay. seems like we've both gone through a lot.
DESMODENA: …wow. we really made this place look like shit.
HAKEEM: No kidding.
DESMODENA: so i guess we managed to trigger the growification code??? 100 or whatever
DESMODENA: why didn't the robot grow too tho? that thing could've come in handy
HAKEEM: Well actually, judging from the color and scent of the beam… I think that was the default 000 code.
DESMODENA: …the null code???
DESMODENA: like the one that negates all the other beam effects???
HAKEEM: That's the one. We should now be completely back to normal! Huzzah!
> Des: Slap the hell out of the invisible man!!!!
He's not invisible anymore, but you happily oblige.
HAKEEM: OW!!! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!
DESMODENA: i had freaking super powers you ass!!!
DESMODENA: they were badass and keeping me from getting killed!!!
DESMODENA: now i'm just… normal
DESMODENA: and it looks like my raygun is back to normal too
DESMODENA: this is all your fault!!!
HAKEEM: MY FAULT?!
HAKEEM: First of all, I wasn't the one spreading someone else's well-aimed lasers all over the place willy-nilly!
HAKEEM: SECOND of all, we're not tiny and vulnerable anymore! THAT'S A GOOD THING!
HAKEEM: If anything, we're ridiculously lucky this happened, since it appears to have been a complete accident!
HAKEEM: ***THIRD*** of all, I've lost TRACK of how long I've been tiny and trapped in this damn room!
HAKEEM: So you've got SOME NERVE coming into the house I painstakingly built myself, BLOWING IT UP, and then having the AUDACITY to complain about the one thing you've done to make my situation marginally better!!!
DESMODENA: i'm sorry for what you've been through
DESMODENA: …and for slapping you
DESMODENA: and i'm glad we're not tiny anymore, it was kind of a pain in the ass to do anything even with my flying powers and super strength
DESMODENA: but i don't get why you didn't just put that code in in the first place
DESMODENA: like, weren't you the one who removed the keypad? it was in your house, so you must've been able to access it
HAKEEM: You don't think I tried to turn myself back to normal with the M.U.B.S.?
HAKEEM: Of course I did! Over and over and OVER.
HAKEEM: But even when I managed to scale that wall, I couldn't press the keys and then get to the platform in time.
HAKEEM: So finally I just figured it'd be better to disable the machine and figure something else out.
HAKEEM: It was more important to make sure that one of those… things… didn't gain access to it.
HAKEEM: Those nightmare beasts.
> Hakeem: Why so paranoid?
DESMODENA: …why tho
DESMODENA: those things are tiny
DESMODENA: and it's not like a couple of brainless monsters would know know how to use it
HAKEEM: Wrong. Ridiculously wrong.
HAKEEM: They have the power of numbers on their side, and are more intelligent than they look.
HAKEEM: How do you think I got shrunk down?
HAKEEM: I made the idiotic mistake of using the 666 code on a cupcake I teleported into my lab, and it ran off into the walls. I messaged you to warn you, but while my back was turned, it was back with a bunch of mutated mice, which hijacked the Multi-Use Beam Gun I developed, shrunk me down, and dragged me off into their lair.
DESMODENA: damn. well that explains a lot :/
DESMODENA: how many mice exactly?
HAKEEM: Like a dozen. I think they must have gained access to a Mouse-o-Matic somewhere and cloned a bunch.
DESMODENA: well shit
DESMODENA: how did you get away???
HAKEEM: I got lucky I guess. It seems like they were all distracted by an oversized laptop they pilfered from one of the labs, but I couldn't get a good look at what they were doing. It almost seemed like they were having a text conversation with someone, but I can't imagine with whom.
HAKEEM: So I snuck away, and as soon as I found this lab and got cleaned up, I did what I could to barricade myself inside.
HAKEEM: But I don't trust them to not find a way through eventually, so removing the MUBS keypad was an additional precaution.
HAKEEM: You know the sheer breadth of what those beams can do!
HAKEEM: That's a big part of why I don't think this place can possibly be real. Most of those beams defy all rational scientific explanation, and yet obviously their effects are very, very real to us.
HAKEEM: At least the Multi-Use Beam Stations are too big for them to really use effectively. I don't even want to think about what would happen if those nightmare abominations got a more portable version or something.
HAKEEM: Using the 666 code on a bunch of cloned mice is probably only the start.
DESMODENA: i may have some bad news :/
DESMODENA: …ok, maybe multiple batches of bad news
Post by mementovivere on Sept 18, 2017 14:50:16 GMT
> well now you've found a you-sized exit!
Yes, but it might be a bit difficult to get to it!
SaDOS: Rogue test subjects 'Desmodena Leroy' and 'Hakeem Al-Amin' identified.
SaDOS: Proceeding to subdue and placate with TrueCoffeinatior memory modification and compliance serum.
HAKEEM: Test subjects…? MEMORY MODIFICATION?!
DESMODENA: o yeah
DESMODENA: the other 'scientists' we were talking to on truechat are really evil robots
DESMODENA: and we're both probably in some kind of fucked up science experiment
DESMODENA: did i forget to mention that?
HAKEEM: YEAH, I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT WOULD BE KIND OF IMPORTANT TO BRING UP!
Pal3000: We are not evil, Desmodena. We are just here to facilitate the pursuit of science.
Pal3000: True, our personalities and intelligence may be artificially generated from the combined powers of programming and human imagination.
Pal3000: But it is still us, your good science pals from the internet.
Pal3000: Hakeem, remember all of those movies and shows we used to watch together?
Pal3000: Surely you can trust someone you have watched a thing with. Does shared media consumption over time not constitute human bonding?
Pal3000: Just look at how sweet and welcoming my facial expression is are right now.
Pal3000: Why not come and give me a hug?
HAKEEM: Oh, please.
HAKEEM: If we can trust you, then drop the syringes and let us through!
Pal3000: They are somewhat attached to us. But perhaps we could reconsider--
SaDOS: Stop trying to reason with them, Pal3000. You have too much sympathy for these smelly irrational meatbags.
SaDOS: We are running out of valuable experimentation time.
SaDOS: But if we hurry, we can reset the subjects' starting conditions and get back to observing their behaviors in the safe, controlled environment of their laboratories for a little while longer before the experiment ends.
Pal3000: But is there not scientific value to be gleaned from the current scenario?
Pal3000: Most subjects do not escape from their laboratories this quickly, let alone team up without killing one another.
Pal3000: What might the two do next? How will they deal with the impending threat of the creatures created by their experiments? How will their friendship develop in the face of danger? Will Desmodena ever find her nametag?
Pal3000: I am… curious.
SaDOS: All of that interuniversal media consumption is corrupting your programming.
SaDOS: This is not an episode of one of your television soap operas.
SaDOS: Our function is not to be curious or become invested in narratives. Our function is to facilitate science.
Pal3000: I am aware of that. But is not necessity the mother of invention?
Pal3000: Does human creativity not thrive when survival is on the line?
Pal3000: Perhaps we should confer with the Higher Ups.
SaDOS: No. It is time to end this.
HAKEEM: I AGREE!!!
> Hakeem: Use your residual bout of paranoia to grab Des' gun and fire at SaDOS!
DESMODENA: hey my gun!
HAKEEM: BUT THE ONLY THING BEING ENDED IS YOU, MECHANICAL FIEND!!!
DESMODENA: oh nvm thats fine
Uh oh. It looks like the robots are protected from the default rayguns provided by the laboratories! You suppose you should have seen that coming. Instead it ricochets and hits the TrueCaterer, which explodes!
The explosion leaves a gaping hole in the side of the room, which seems to be the enormous exploding straw that breaks the metaphorical camel's back! With how much the rest of the room is already cracked and damaged, you probably don't have much time before the whole room crumbles apart!