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Am... am I... alive?
I must be... I'm talking. To myself though. Humn...
Better than not I guess...
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Where is everything? I'm here but there's nothing else?
Maybe, maybe this is hell. Maybe solitude will drive me crazy and decompose my thoughts into nothingness.
...Fuck.
Wait, That can't be right, Hell would be more tormenting than this...Purgatory? ...I thought purgatory was white? This is, well, I dunno really, it's nothing. Not even black.
Fuck! This is bad this is really... What?
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What system?
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Intruders? What the fuck are you..? Who are you?
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Serial what now? I don't get it? Are you a machine?
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Ok then, I'll just call you defender, that's easier for me than all that seventeen point three two five point bollocks.
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Uhm, they're... uhh, it doesn't matter. What about these intruders?
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Really?
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What are you going to do?
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Damn, that's a bit harsh isn't it?
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Uhm.... Extreme? Too much? Over the top? Do you have to kill them? Can't you just send them on their way?
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Right... Of course not, you're a robot designed to kill and they're in a top secret military WHAT?!?!
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You can't be serious!?
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Well, yeah, but that can't be true, surely?
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Oh, great, you know that joke, who the fuck programmed that into you?
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Of course not, why would I?
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...Excuse me?
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Yeah, uhh, I mean, explain.
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No way!
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Really?
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Fuuuuuck.... So how did I get here then?
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Right, Don't suppose you would know why?
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Course not. Uhm, Do I have to stay in the notingness of circuitary? Can I look out at least?
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Oh Come On! What am I going to do!? Who am I going to tell!?
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Please?
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Do you have a self destruct code?
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Do you think that I could guess it?
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I don't have anything else to do between now and then.
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Thank you!
The room came up abrutly, well, a corridor really, well lit and beige which was dissapointing. Moving along the defender chugged on it's legs as it closed in on it's destination.
Wow, this place could do with some redecorating
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Well I know that. Still, hey what's that there?
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Really? Five of them? Do you know what they look like?
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Bummer. Are you really going to kill them?
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Can I get some controll as to what I watch and what's going on other than by means of camera?
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With that a room appeared around him, with square floating portals and grid lines that mapped out where they were and where they were going.
Nice, nice. Busy place then? All these blue dots are employees?
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Fuck! What really?! No way, there's fucking loads of them!
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Jesus, what's in here?
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Yeah, very funny. And very clever. Smarter than I am then?
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Don't rub it in
Looking at the grid, they were closing in at a plodding rate, looking around a bit more he gathered enought to tell him that they were about fifteen feet tall, and the room the intruders were in was locked. No other Defenders had been activated.
Dude, sucks to be them right?
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Yeah, but they're all probably hardass assassins or military or, or, or ooou, maybe they're robots aswell?
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Really? Ah well, it'd be a little less gory that way. Well, go get 'em Defender! Top Speed! Engage!
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We need to extend your sense of humour beyond the name joke.
As they closed in on the room, the steps of the machine could be heard from within...
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