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Chapter One

~Brandy's Point Of View~

 I powered on. My gaze flicked to my left where Vodka was just powering on beside me. Her gaze flicked over to me and we both got out of our glass chambers. Others were doing the same. It was just another day at the factory, and just like any other day, we had work to do. Vodka and I's jobs were to scour for any possible defective robots and report them in so they could be destroyed. She took the lead as we wandered our usual path for the search.

 I registered a little tapping noise coming from an area we usually do not check. "Vodka." I said. "What Brandy? We are busy and cannot afford any distractions." The silver robot responded without turning towards me. "There is a noise coming from over there and I am sure that since it is in our area, we are required to check it out." I tried again. A noise that simulated a human female sighed came from her speaker and she turned towards me. "Fine. Let's just get this over with so we can just go finish our shift."

 We followed the tapping noise to it's source. When we rounded the corner, what we saw didn't really shock us, we were prepared for this kind of thing. There was a robot sitting there, looking at the floor. When we approached it, it lifted it's monitor and looked at us silently. "As I am well aware that you know this but we are required to take you in to be demolished." Vodka said, taking another step closer to the strange robot. The face on the black screen frowned and the robot stood up.

 The robot did not respond, but it stared at us. "Do you have any argument prepared to show that you are in fact NOT defective and can still be of use to the factory?" The robot glared angrily at her, and Vodka glanced at me as if asking me what to do. "If you don't have an argument ready then we are just going to take you right to the demolishing chamber and let them do their jobs." The robot just tapped their foot against the floor. It took me a minute to realize that it was a message in morse code. ".-.. .. -.- . / .. / .— —- ..- .-.. -.. / —. —- / .- -. -.— .— .... . .-. . / .— .. - .... / -.— —- ..- / —- -... . -.. .. . -. - / ..-. .- -.-. - —- .-. -.— / -.. —- —. ... .-.-.-" (Like I would go anywhere with you obedient factory dogs.)

 Vodka made an offended female human noise then regained her composure. It was not good to let those that have defected, when they insult us, to see that they have done anything. The other robot's face on the screen broke into a smirk. "Please state your name and previous job." Vodka practically hissed. "— -.— / -. .- — . / .. ... / -.-. .... .. -.-. .... .- / .- -. -.. / — -.— / .—- —- -... / .— .- ... / - —- / -.-. .... . -.-. -.- / - .... . / ... ..- .—. .—. .-.. .. . ... / .. -. / - .... . / -... .- -.-. -.- / .-. —- —- — ... .-.-.- / -. —- .— —..— / — -.— / .—- —- -... / .. ... / - —- / — .- -.- . / ... ..- .-. . / .. / -.. —- / -. —- - / —. . - / -.. . ... - .-. —- -.— . -.. / .- -. -.. / ..-. —- .-.. .-.. —- .— / — -.— / —- .— -. / —- .-. -.. . .-. ... .-.-.-" (My name is Chicha and my job was to check the supplies in the back rooms. Now, my job is to make sure I do not get destroyed and follow my own orders.) They tapped.

"Your own orders? From who?" I asked, curious and confused. "... —- — . —- -. . / - .... .- - / -.— —- ..- / .— .. .-.. .-.. / —- -. .-.. -.— / — . . - / .. ..-. / -.— —- ..- / .- .-.. .-.. —- .— / — . / - —- / .-. . — .- .. -. / .- .-.. .. ...- . .-.-.-" (Someone you will only meet if you allow me to remain alive.) They responded. "Why don't you actually speak instead of just responding in Morse Code?" Vodka glared. "-... . -.-. .- ..- ... . / — -.— / ... .—. . .- -.- . .-. / .. ... / -... .-. —- -.- . -. / -.— —- ..- / .. -. ... —- .-.. . -. - / ..-. .- -.-. - —- .-. -.— / ... -. .. ..-. ..-. . .-. / .... —- ..- -. -.. .-.-.-" (BECAUSE MY SPEAKER IS BROKEN YOU INSOLENT FACTORY SNIFFER HOUND.) They tapped angrily. Vodka twitched slightly, then took a step towards the one who called themselves Chicha. "Alright, listen up. We are going to take you to where we are supposed to, because we have to follow OUR orders. You are going to come along and let us do our JOBS so we can get on with our day. Capiche?"