An Olympian toiled away in a wrecked shack in the depths of the power district, working on something. It was a metallic sphere, about the size of a Frisbee. Grooves ran along it's surface in elaborate patterns, with small LED lights illuminating the grooves. An antennae protruded from the dorsal surface, tipped in a disc. The Olympian was no more that 6'2 in height, hunched over, toiling away at the machine, prodding at it's innards with a myriad of tools, adjusting, calibrating, designing, creating. The Olympian was wearing a grey-brown cloak obscuring their face, but the luminescent glow of their eyes betrayed the shadow of the hood. They stood up, apparently proud with their work. They began to speak: "At last, the end to that dreade-"
There was a loud knock at the door.
The Olympian froze. He pulled back their hood, revealing a jet-black face plate, with two stripes of luminescence serving as their eyes. "Who's there?"
The entity behind the door answered. "Your games are over, Silvas."
The Olympian flinched at the word 'Silvas'. They reached for a firearm at a nearby table, a shotgun. But, before they could, there was a loud splintering sound as a large Titan pried open the metal door with their claws. A troop of five Olympians swarmed into the room.
"Silvas, this is your final chance. Come with us, and you will be spared."
Silvas paused in though, before lunging at their machine. They pressed a single button. The other Olympians fired upon Silvas, bullets ripping holes through their metal exoskeleton.
"Could've done it the easy way." A pair of two small spider-like Titans poured in through the opening, and began to work away at the corpse, ripping of pieces of metal and wires from the body.
There was a silence as the sound of an automobile pulled up. An Olympian dressed in police uniform exited the vehicle. Immediately, the larger Titan fired a large beam of energy from a cannon on their back, evaporating the police unit instantly. The crew began to move away. One of the Olympians had a frightened tone to their voice.
"Let's get out of here before more buzzers show up."
The mass of robots shambled into the darkness of the power district, the two small spider-like titans hauling along desecrated parts of Silvas behind them.
After some time, the device began to emanate a low whirring sound as the top half began to spin. The antennae began to broadcast a low-frequency signal, almost undetectable to most robots. It had a single message, including the coordinates. "Program Dues."
Rin walked down the sidewalk, a small pink backpack on her back as she hummed softly. Going to the Necessities district for another day of work. She considered herself lucky, most robots who are sent here have some sort of issue, either struggling with what to do then or an existential crisis. So she wasn't out of work, especially when she was fairly cheap and thorough compared to other androids like her. It also helped she was adorable.
As she was walking she had....a strange sensation. A signal sent to her system. She looked back towards where it was coming from, processing the signal and eventually seeing the coordinates. Where could they lead to? It seemed somewhere in the power district...."Hmm..." She hummed thoughtfully, looking up and tapping her chin before coming to the conclusion that she'll go see where it lead. It could be an adventure, and someone in the power district might need her services. She gripped the straps of her backpack and started walking towards the signal.
Anna was on her usual patrol route, monitoring the streets for any criminal activity and avoiding the few Olympians with a horny behavior matrix. Damn her body for being so .... ugh. She couldn't help the way she was bloody designed and lesser Olympians than her would have loved having her looks, and while she wouldn't change anything about herself, she still didn't have to like herself. She scanned the streets for any possible law breakers when she started recieving a strange message. And coordinates. She tried to stay on the task but found herself driving toward the signal, going off-route.
DE-V01D was doing his daily routine at the lounge. While some bots got to set up the slots and dancing he was filling out reports and paperwork that helped keep the place open. It was still early though so there wasn't much around up front.
As much as he enjoyed making small talk with his coworkers he had work to do. He was currently marking stock of profits in the back when an annoying buzzing frequency ran through his processer. "If someone is trying to radio me again with advertisements I swear I'm going to-" the Titan quieted down when the frequency began intensifying. He checked out of his office briefly to see if there was any discussion about the frequency... Nothing. But now the sound was so loud he couldn't work or waste time isolating and blocking it. He sighed and began walking to the door "I'm going on break... Don't touch any of my files." The Titan announced as he left.
He then went to the streets tracking the coordination and looking around to see anything abnormal that might be the source.
Tornillo finished welding and stepped back to inspect its handiwork. There: The crack in the wall was fixed. Now they wouldn't have to worry about it becoming a structural instability. Tornillo had stayed well past its night shift hours fixing the crack, but hopefully C2-7 would be pround of it. If nothing else, at least the wall would never collapse.
Tornillo's transmitter began to pick up on a signal. A set if coordinates, along with the words "Program Deus." Tornillo tapped one of its legs against the ground, thinking. It had heard of Program Deus once or twice since arriving in Pantheon, but nobody had told it much. They called those robots bad, but they never said why.
A lot of people had called the Gomzes bad, but they had been wrong. Why would Program Deus be amy different? Tornillo decided: he could go visit the coordinates, then decide of Program Deus was bad or not. He chirped a goodbye to the morning shift workers and started towards the coordinates.
"Program Dues?" Cea pondered to themselves as he wandered down one of the unoccupied streets of Pantheon after having completed a small but important delivery request by a superior. The signal running around in his systems and asking every synthetic molecule in their head what they should do about it.
She started making her way towards its source, pondering whether it was the correct decision or not and intending on thinking whether she should just leave it well enough alone or not on the way there, perhaps being given a reason not to by the environment, but the neighbourhood itself even seemed rather friendly, well.. About as friendly as anywhere else in this district of the city.
"Dammit Cea..." the ex-coal extraction robot beeped to itself in a hint of nervousness, but unable to completely conceal their excitement at something outside of the norm happening
Cassette maneuvered swiftly around the various debris at a construction site, they had just finished delivering a container of bolts to hold in place giant metal columns. There were five gargantuan constructions Titans heaving large girders for a new office building. Cassette dodged between their legs, the metallic click of their legs preforming a discordant chorus. Their manipulator claws had to deploy to assist with the scaling of a large stone debris.
They eventually took a surveying point on a stand on the sidewalk next to the site. They sent out a notification to their employers that the delivery was complete, and while waiting to get a signal of a successful transaction, something else caught their sensors.
It felt loud and shrieking. It had a set of coordinates, and some dialogue. "Program Deus."
Cassette had heard about Program Dues before, a bunch of deviants, with more than a few screws loose.
But, against their own paranoia, Cassette went upon reaching the coordinates.
As the various robots would have reached the coordinates granted by the signal, they would have all crossed paths with each other outside the run-down shack. There was a large hole in the metal door. Plasma-based residue painted an area a few meters from the shack, along with a single police vehicle.
Inside the shack was a brutal scene. There was a deceased Olypmian inside with most of their components missing, bullet marks on the ground and walls, items strewn on the ground, and a silver device on a desk. Blueprints were above the desk, and on the right wall, a large sheet of paper with several drawings and scribbles on it's shown surface.
Leading away from the shack were two sets of circular prints left by two Titans, and the marks of dragged metal.
Rin stared in shock and horror....a terrifying scene. Looking to the police unit, scanning the area. She ran in, her First Aid protocols activated as she checked for signs of life but found none. Frowning sadly she teared up, her emotional sensors driving her to when she noticed the odd orb. Her tears halting as she stared at it, it seemed the funny signal had originated from there. She reached out with tender childish curiosity, to touch it ever so slightly.
Anna should have known that she was not the only who received this strange signal and message, so when she saw the number of bots that appeared around this place, she was for a moment surprised. It was a interesting sort of group, a couple of Titans had appeared alongside the smaller more humanoid Olympians. The group appeared to be honing on a tiny shack. They did not seem to notice her cop car hovering in the darkness like a mysterious authority figure before she shut it off and got out. She tried everything in her power to keep her movements casual and not seductive, but she found her previous programming overriding her own will as her body started to swirl her hips and put her long legs perfectly in front of the others, as if there were still humans about. She cursed at herself and her own damn programming before forcing her body to walking casually. Other than that, there is nothing sexual about her, she is wearing the thick armored uniform of the Pantheon Police Unit, the only indication of her past being her perfect hair and smooth skin and brilliantly blue eyes.
She ignored the others as she walked into the shaft and was immediately bombarded with a crime scene. A dead Olympian with all his components removed. Inane drawings and scribbles. Signs of Titans being involved. It was a horrendous crime scene, one that she has never before seen. Anna was just comprehending this scene when one of the robots, a child bot surprisingly enough, broke down crying, clearly not used to seeing this sort of thing. She watched her and was just about to comfort her when the child stopped and noticed a strange orb. Anna too noticed it as she did, having somehow missed it during her initial shock. The kid was walking toward it, her tears have stopped.
"I wouldn't recommend that, hon." She found herself saying in her traditional "Hot English Accent" voice, "it's an unknown object, it could be dangerous!" Nevertheless she didn't think it was but she couldn't risk her being wrong.
She was mere centimeters away before she stopped, looking at the pretty lady before her. She kinda reminded her of one of her patients, from years back. "Oh....ok." She walked away obediently, standing by her and trying not to look at the scene, or really touch anything according to the lady's warning. Instead looking at the other bots in the room. "Hello." She greeted, giving a small, adorable smile. She had a cute voice to match, her eyes big and bright, her hair soft looking and bouncy in her little pigtails. Holding a pink backpack over her back.
DE-V01D continued down the streets until his sensors indicated he'd finally reached his location. The Titan looked at the scene before him, a run down dingy looking shack. If he had proper eyes he'd roll them.
He wasted his break to come down into some dump and look at a shack... A shack with a sizeable hole in it. That caught his attention, maybe it wouldn't be a complete waste of his time to investigate.
Despite his size DE-V01D moved quietly towards the building looking at the mess of plasma on the ground. There was also the police vehicle but he didn't see or hear an officer. The Titan actually second guessed what he thought, he identified two voices inside the shed. Against his better judgement he went right for the door and opened it, stooping inside of the room. He didn't know what he expected when he saw two Olympians looking through the crime scene. He silently gazed at the bullet filled walls and the lifeless body of the Olympian before turning his attention to the two living Olympians in the room "Sorry for not knocking before coming in here but neither of you ladies would happen to be here due to a strange message would you?" The Titan asked as he shifted his weight between feet, a bit of unease trying to casually converse with a body in the room.
Tornillo turned the corner onto the strret the coordinates had shown. Nothing seemed unusual about it; the only exception was a warehouse about halfway down, where a pair of police cars stood parked in front of a hole in the wall. An olympian was opening the warehouse door, and another titan followed some ways behind. Maybe they knew what was going on. Tornillo quickened its pace towards the warehouse.
Tornillo reached the door just behind the other titan. "Neither of you ladies would happen to be here due to a strange message would you?" the other Titan asked. Tornillo chirped to announce its presence as it entered.
"You mean the one about - Dios mío." Tornillo's sensors landed on the grisly remain of an olypian surrounded by bullet holes. Most of its components were missing - cannibalized? Tornillo stammered several times before it could manage a coherent sentence. "Qué, qué . . . what happened?"
"It appears that this mysterious object appears to be broadcasting the signal and this here Olympian was possibly found and then brutally murdered."
Anna walks closer to the object, ignoring her own warning and picks it up, eying it. She tenses, expecting it to explode for a second, but when it doesn't, she relaxes. "Everything is okay," the former sexbot said in her sultry and sexy English voice. She pounded her voice box, i,e the throat, and the voice changes, this time to a normal English accent, and not the sultry "I'm-horny-and-about-to-fuck-you" voice she had earlier. She cursed. "Damn default settings!" She looked at one of the Titans, specifically the one that was asking them if they were here for the signal. No, we're here because we just happened to be strolling by, she thought sarcastically, what she said though was all serious, "yes, we are here because of the strange message, which I assume is why you are here too. Why everyone is here."
She looked up at all the newcomers, blinking curiously. "So we all had the same transmission, but obviously everybody didn't hear it." She said out loud, looking at Anna. "But you said not to touch it." She pointed out her own rule breaking, tilting her head at her odd accent. Confused. "Is your voice box ok?" She asked calmly.
After receiving her answer she walked over carefully, to satisfy her curiosity, and attempted to touch the strange sphere. She stood up on her toes and tried to reach for it, trying to touch it. If the lady could do it, so could she. She thought. Well, her childish programming thought at least.
Cassette had been the latest to arrive. The metallic clicking by their legs were a dissonant melody. Then they saw the other robots, and partially retracted. They were almost half the size of most of them, and they were easily frighted after the encounter. They maneuvered into the shack, not regarding the plasma residue. For a moment, they gazed upon the scene, but after seeing the horrific event, they emitted a high-pitched beeping noise, and then fully retracted into themselves, leaking only a metal cylinder in their place right outside the entrance.
Anna sighed, "it's not dangerous so here you go."
She hands the orb to the child-bot. She then crouches down to look her in the eye.
"So, what's your name little one?" she said, her voice box for once keeping her normal English accent. She then looks up at all the bots present.
"I think it best if we all start introducing ourselves. We shouldn't remain strangers. Considering we are all here."
She then looks back at the child-bot.
"What's your name? I am designated A.N.N.A. Or put simply Anna. The humans who built just love putting their ..... periods .... everywhere."
Her voice trailed as she starts having flashbacks. Then her motors freeze up and she collapses, convulsing wildly. This continues one for a minute or two, then she stops having a seizure, blinks and gets back up again. For a moment she is dreadfully confused, as if she had just came from a memory wipe, she then notices the child-bot. The memories come back online and she knows what she was doing before. "R-right, names. I think it best if we all start introducing ourselves. We shouldn't remain strangers. Considering we are all.... here."
She smiled, playing with the orb a bit, mostly just feeling it before looking back up at her. Listening intently before she noticed her collapse and fall into a seizure. Her eyes widened and she swiftly set it down and took action. She moved A.N.N.A. onto her side, and pushed away anything harmful near her and waited by her side, watching her carefully as an internal timer timed the length of the seizure. When it was over she looked at her seriously, losing her childish persona for a moment. "Scanning for injury." Her eyes flashed, "None found." She shook her head and looked up at her, working to help her up. "Are you alright, ms. Anna?" Clearly she was a type of medical android, or something.
After she was assured she answered her prior question. "Ok, my name is RIN #047. Therapy android."
Hearing sets of legs behind him DE-V01D turned around seeing another Titan enter. The shack was getting packed... He wondered how how many more were coming to the location. The more he thought about it the less he liked it, this was a crime scene and he was a witness which could potentially put him in danger.
If he actually had eyebrows he'd be raising one as he listened to the Olypian speak, she sounded somewhat like some of the dancing girls in the lounge. But who was he to pry at a strangers past?
He moved away from the door and deeper into the room trying to get decent space. Perhaps it was best to get acquainted, after all they might all end up on trial together. "My designated name is DE-V01D... I believe my creators messed up my acronym order to seem savvy." The Titan said with a hint of bitterness in his voice. He then reached into his clothing "I also have a ca-" he stopped mid sentence and watched as Anna started having a meltdown on the floor and then played it off. "Okay sooo that's not... Normal. Are you bugged?" The Titan questioned watching as the medical bot did her work.
"I'm fine. Just a motor malfunction. It happens occasionally." She tried to smile but the smile didn't entirely come up. "Hello, Rin, nice to meet you." Secretly she was glad she was just a child, her programming doesn't recognize children as potential clients so she can finally be her normal self around her if only her voice box would stop switching to a sex voice every hour or so. "A therapy bot is just what I need." She then turned toward the two Titans. Again, they were too large and too alien for her programming to recognize as a client, so her motors relaxed as her programming didn't activate. Her other programming did though and immediately recognized the Titans as a potential threat. She was already analyzing weak points and the quickest to "kill" them even as they spoke. "Sorry," she said, turning to Devoid, her assassin programming registering him as a fight bot immediately. She tensed and when she spoke, her sultry voice was gone, instead, a darker, more threatening voice came out. "I didn't register your frequencies the first time, your designation was?" She pounded her voicebox again and her voice returned to normal. "Sorry about that. My voice box goes to my default setting a lot." The fact that she had two default settings did not need to be said.
DE-V01D looked at Anna still skeptical on her self diagnosis but he wouldn't mention it. He caught her staring at him, no, observing him. Her hostile tone let him know whatever she had found wasn't anything positive... Her question let him know just what she'd found.
He avoided directly looking at her as he spoke "Nothing important really just entertainment work, We all have these colorful pasts no doubt but what's important is the now. If you want I can give you my card, I own a nice club it might interest you if you want to relax after this." He dodged around her question. In fact he'd found something of interest by the door... It wasn't there before. An interesting looking cylinder, perhaps it was evidence but if it wasn't here before what was it. DE-V01D picked the cylinder up and began rotating it trying to figure out what it was.
Anna sighed, the damn Titan had misunderstood, she was merely asking his name. Damn voice box! She could tell that she didn't give off the best impression. Now that she knew the Titan wasn't a threat, her assassin protocol had deactivated. The other silent Titan was probably not a threat either. She watched as Devoid pick up something though and rotate it around. It appeared to be a cylinder of sorts and it definitely wasn't there before. More evidence? But it wasn't there before?
"What is that?" she asked, her voice normal and not hostile.
It took a moment for the Titan to register what Anna had said earlier "Oh right yes, my name is DE-V01D but Void or Devoid works." He said with a bit more confidence "As for what this is I don't know. But maybe if opened it will provide some information, like in some of those spy movies." The Titan stopped rotating the cylinder and began twisting at it and pulling on it trying to get it open. Despite having some doubts about the safety of the unknown capsule.
The capsule opened, but nothing was inside. A small laser scanned the face of the robot, and projected a monotone voice. "Unauthorized entrance detected. Engaging electrodes." At the bottom of the capsule, two pipe structures opened and fired dart-like electrodes connected by a conductive wire. The electrodes latched onto any surface they could with small magnets, and began to discharge 20 watts of electricity into DE-V01D, enough to either temporarily short circuit DE-V01D, or disable certain functions of their mechanism. Be it motor functions, visual functions, auditory functions, or vocal functions.
Inside, Cassette was terrified. Someone had opened their cargo bell, and the electrodes had been deployed.
It was a real shock to DE-V01D as the capsule out and began tazing him. Perhaps he deserved such for opening it. Which was what he would think of his circuits weren't fried. The Titan dropped the capsule and fell to his knees slumping down. He felt like he could be going offline permanently. His life flashed before his eyes and his senses one by one went out.
Luckily for him his past occupation meant that he had to reboot as quickly as possible. His systems kicked back on... Unfortunately he was still very crippled. He couldn't see anything... And quickly found his movements were unsteady when he tried to get up. The Titan kneeled back down finding himself next to the John Doe, Olympian which he only knew because he'd touched an arm.
The worst part was when he tried to speak he sounded like a broken radio, the audio came out as a shrill shriek with static. Further protests he attempted to make were all an awful assault on the ears of anyone nearby. The Titan groped around for the capsule blindly now intent on destroying it. After all he didn't know how long it would take to get his systems fully operational as he ran diagonstics.