His guts spilled onto the crosswalk; he shyly scanned his surroundings. The driver in front of him looked at him in disapproval, honking angrily. Nervously but quickly, he picked up his guts and rearranged them inside his tummy.
Immediately upon crossing the street, the angry driver resumed honking at him.
The bioaigis, feeling anger on his back, smoothly rotates his torso 180 degrees, and with precision, it extends its finger, shooting a nail from its fingertips directly at the car.
The nail forcefully embeds itself in the drivers door, prompting a swift shift from frustration to disbelief on the driver's face. Without hesitation, he accelerates away.
A towering figure of metal, clad in formidable armor and black uniform observes the scene unfold before deciding to approach the bioaigis at fault. The steel officer exudes an otherworldly, stoic aura that permeates its every step in the street.
The steel officer's gem-like eyes brighten as it strides purposefully towards the bioagis. Each step reverberates through the street, drawing the attention of passersby who watch the unfolding spectacle from a safe distance. It is common knowledge that crossing paths with such a formidable officer spells certain doom.
"I'm taking you with me," the steel machine tells him in a cold, sharp, and loud voice. People often remark on its lack of emotional inflection but undeniable vividness.
Standing at 2 meters tall, the Bioagis with its long silver hair, curved sharp face, metallic imperfections melded with organic materials, and a bloody wired system paled in comparison to the imposing 3-meter-tall titanic officer standing before it.
The scene swiftly changes to a dark interrogation room, where the bioagis sits in silence on a solitary iron chair.
Suddenly, a raspy metallic voice resonates from speakers mounted on the corner wall.
"Can you tell us your name and model number?"
"I do not possess one."
"A true Bioaigis," remarked the high officer under his breath.
"Can you recollect any emotions or thoughts leading up to the moment when you fired the nail?"
"I felt sad, angry, and misunderstood." His heart began racing and his wires started bleeding profusely, leaking blood from the failing extrusion gaps in his chest.
"How often does your organic matter malfunction?"
"Which organic matter are you talking about?"
"Let me rephrase that; how often does your brain malfunction?"
"It does not."
"How do you emotionally process causing damage to a vehicle, and was your intention to cause harm to the man inside?"
"It's inconsequential; a mere replaceable, repairable object. I had no intent to harm him physically; I executed precisely what was necessary, no more, no less."
"Did you aim to harm him in other ways?"
"Psychologically I did."
"I am not here to debate the morality of your actions today; the property damage done can be resolved through restitution. However, our focus is elsewhere."
"Let me ask you, do you enjoy harming people."
"No... I do not believe so. I do not find joy in inflicting pain. My satisfaction lies in upholding justice, not in needless harm."
"Do you seek retribution against pure humans?"
As the Bioaigis's heart raced once more, his systems flooded with blood, causing it to seep from his mouth.
