physically-tortured-spybot

[physically-tortured-spybot]

[the spybot pauses, seemingly reluctant to trust another robot]

[after a little bit, it makes the sign for "help"]

[it moves closer to pascal, slowly realizing that theyre the same thing]

[a strange robot stares at pascal from across the desert dunes, frozen in fear]

[its a spybot, but its hard to tell - its paint has been stripped and all but two of its decorative plates are gone]

[its general aesthetic is closer to a peice of industrial machinery than a person]

-@physically-tortured-spybot

for clarification, the previous interaction between these two has been retconned

[ Pascal couldn't quite remember what he was here for. Out to get something maybe? Who knew. ]

[ What he DID know is that he absolutely did not like what he was looking at. Stripped of all its paint and personality, he couldn't help but feel bad for the other spybot. ]

...HELLO?

[physically-tortured-spybot]

[the spybot flinches, raising its arms to protect the scar going down its torso - presumably a reflex from when it was a wound]

[its forearms are painted with yellow and black stripes - caution colors]

[it makes no effort to flee, strangely enough]

[a strange robot stares at pascal from across the desert dunes, frozen in fear]

[its a spybot, but its hard to tell - its paint has been stripped and all but two of its decorative plates are gone]

[its general aesthetic is closer to a peice of industrial machinery than a person]

-@physically-tortured-spybot

for clarification, the previous interaction between these two has been retconned

[ Pascal couldn't quite remember what he was here for. Out to get something maybe? Who knew. ]

[ What he DID know is that he absolutely did not like what he was looking at. Stripped of all its paint and personality, he couldn't help but feel bad for the other spybot. ]

...HELLO?

[physically-tortured-spybot]

ooc: i realized i dont actually know how to write the current iteration of job and its backstory in a way thats satisfactory, so im reworking it. consider this a reboot

[physically-tortured-spybot]

[job shakes its head]

{ITS AMAZING}

{I WANT TO STAY}

[ The sun began to set as a deep blue-black overtook the sky. The scenery was interrupted by the sound of metallic footsteps and rattling spray cans. ]

[ Another robot was here. ]

- @mentally-vivid-spybot

[the spybot was still sitting in the same alleyway, planning its next move. it figured it should wait until night to move again, less people would be awake to look for it then]

[it freezes when it hears the other robot]

[the metallic sounds called to mind the rc units that had periodically tormented it for most of its sapient life, collecting containers of oil and prodding at its wounds]

[physically-tortured-spybot]

[job seemed to drop its guard slightly]

[it looked around the mansion grounds with wonder, never having seen a place like this before]

[ The sun began to set as a deep blue-black overtook the sky. The scenery was interrupted by the sound of metallic footsteps and rattling spray cans. ]

[ Another robot was here. ]

- @mentally-vivid-spybot

[the spybot was still sitting in the same alleyway, planning its next move. it figured it should wait until night to move again, less people would be awake to look for it then]

[it freezes when it hears the other robot]

[the metallic sounds called to mind the rc units that had periodically tormented it for most of its sapient life, collecting containers of oil and prodding at its wounds]

[physically-tortured-spybot]

[job followed pascal, lagging slightly behind]

[it seemed to be constantly on the lookout - feeling like this could still potentially be a trick and ready to bolt at any time]

[ The sun began to set as a deep blue-black overtook the sky. The scenery was interrupted by the sound of metallic footsteps and rattling spray cans. ]

[ Another robot was here. ]

- @mentally-vivid-spybot

[the spybot was still sitting in the same alleyway, planning its next move. it figured it should wait until night to move again, less people would be awake to look for it then]

[it freezes when it hears the other robot]

[the metallic sounds called to mind the rc units that had periodically tormented it for most of its sapient life, collecting containers of oil and prodding at its wounds]

[physically-tortured-spybot]

[job stared at pascals hand for a second and then got up by bracing against the wall of the alleyway]

[it seemed afraid to touch the other robot, but otherwise willing to follow him]

[however it was still wary, feeling like this could still be a trick]

[ The sun began to set as a deep blue-black overtook the sky. The scenery was interrupted by the sound of metallic footsteps and rattling spray cans. ]

[ Another robot was here. ]

- @mentally-vivid-spybot

[the spybot was still sitting in the same alleyway, planning its next move. it figured it should wait until night to move again, less people would be awake to look for it then]

[it freezes when it hears the other robot]

[the metallic sounds called to mind the rc units that had periodically tormented it for most of its sapient life, collecting containers of oil and prodding at its wounds]

[physically-tortured-spybot]

ooc: job is pronounced "jobe" - its a reference to a guy in the bible who was tortured by God on a bet from the devil

i couldnt think of a character to better embody needless suffering

[physically-tortured-spybot]

[job stares at pascal for a second, thinking]

[this robot is clearly very different from the ones its interacted with, although it doesnt know how similar they are since its never seen its reflection]

[it nods and makes the sign for "help"]

[ The sun began to set as a deep blue-black overtook the sky. The scenery was interrupted by the sound of metallic footsteps and rattling spray cans. ]

[ Another robot was here. ]

- @mentally-vivid-spybot

[the spybot was still sitting in the same alleyway, planning its next move. it figured it should wait until night to move again, less people would be awake to look for it then]

[it freezes when it hears the other robot]

[the metallic sounds called to mind the rc units that had periodically tormented it for most of its sapient life, collecting containers of oil and prodding at its wounds]

[physically-tortured-spybot]

[job flinched, putting its hands in front of its face to protect itself]

[on the back of each hand, in black block letters, the designation "J0-B" was painted. there were oil stains trailing down from the visible remnants of its wound, made easier to see with its hands in front of its face]

[the question seemed to give it pause. it was unfamiliar with the idea of other sapient robots, much less ones that actually cared about it]

[it shook its head]

[ The sun began to set as a deep blue-black overtook the sky. The scenery was interrupted by the sound of metallic footsteps and rattling spray cans. ]

[ Another robot was here. ]

- @mentally-vivid-spybot

[the spybot was still sitting in the same alleyway, planning its next move. it figured it should wait until night to move again, less people would be awake to look for it then]

[it freezes when it hears the other robot]

[the metallic sounds called to mind the rc units that had periodically tormented it for most of its sapient life, collecting containers of oil and prodding at its wounds]

[physically-tortured-spybot]

[ The sun began to set as a deep blue-black overtook the sky. The scenery was interrupted by the sound of metallic footsteps and rattling spray cans. ]

[ Another robot was here. ]

- @mentally-vivid-spybot

[the spybot was still sitting in the same alleyway, planning its next move. it figured it should wait until night to move again, less people would be awake to look for it then]

[it freezes when it hears the other robot]

[the metallic sounds called to mind the rc units that had periodically tormented it for most of its sapient life, collecting containers of oil and prodding at its wounds]

[physically-tortured-spybot]

ooc: this is what the spybot looks like. btw

[physically-tortured-spybot]

[a robot trudged through knee-high water]

[if one looked closely they could just barely tell it was a spybot, though most of the indicators of that fact had been stripped long ago - all of its paint was gone, and the rapidly-healing wound down the center of its torso had destroyed most of its decorative plates]

[it was tired, but it needed to keep going - cant get caught, cant go back to before]

[it crawled onto the riverbank, praying to whatever god was listening that they wouldnt think it could get through that much water without short-circuiting]

[the spybot took off, bolting into the desert, hoping to get as far as possible before somebody realized it was gone]

[soon, a town appeared in the distance, hopefully a place for it to rest]

[soon, it ran into an alley and slumped up against the back wall, the simulated adrenaline slowly starting to leave its system]

[the spybot leaned its head back and, for the first time, saw the sky]

[it was beautiful]