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I stormed past the airlock and ART’s stupid crew.
My crew is not stupid.
Ugh. Stop reading my logs.
Iris looked like she wanted to stop me, but Martyn motioned for her not to.
I hate planets. Like, hate hate. Really fucking hate planets. And ART knew this. I knew this, but I still went on this dumb mission anyways.
(In my defense, Seth had offered a pretty good currency card.)
I really wish I hadn’t. Because now I was covered in stupid sediment from said planet. ART was calling it sand, but I was too pissed off to add it to my limited language module. I barely stopped halfway through my cabin to toss off my boots, which were also deeply infested with the stupid stuff. I barge into the bathroom connected to my room and ART turns off the shower without me asking. I sent it a rude gesture over the feed, because that made it a little harder to hate it at that moment.
I settle into the shower, straining sediment out of my hair and shaking it out of various inorganic crevices. I had over half of ART’s attention, which was pretty weird.
Are you compromised?
It was a stupid question, because it hadn’t even tried to force a diagnostic out of me. That just pissed me off more. It felt my annoyance, so it continued before I could say anything.
You made several decisions of which you would never typically make under the same circumstances. I am unable to find the variable that made you behave as such, ART explained.
Oh, yeah, well screw you too.
I send it a series of rude gesture sigils over the feed and shove my feed walls up, locking it out. The shower suddenly turns ice cold, and I yelp, almost falling as I fumbled for the shower controls, which didn't work.
“Fuck you, ART!” I shout at the ceiling as I stumble out of the freezing water, hand flailing to grab the towel that ART always had ready when I was out of the shower, but there was none. So I stood in the middle of the bathroom, dripping cold water and sediment.
“If I’m so shitty, go get a better SecUnit!” I abruptly snapped, wheeling around to kicking the recycler and storming out of the bathroom and into my cabin, flopping onto my bed. I angrily pulled up a random episode of Sanctuary Moon and sulked, wet.
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I’d been ignoring most of my inputs–especially ART’s cameras–at this point. Which is why I didn’t notice when a big drone waddled into my room.
I tried to sit up. “AR–”
It clambered onto my bed and plopped onto my back, and I let out a soft oof noise, suddenly stuck under it.
I connected back into the feed. ART, what are yo–
You are not a shitty SecUnit. You are my irreplaceable, perfectly operational, SecUnit.
Oh. Oh.
I said nothing, and let it crush me.