The Wild Robot: Adventures troubles.

Chapter 2: The New Guy

Roz felt them grabbing her arms, and she pulled forward. However, she did not want to tear herself apart again, so she finally stopped and quit resisting. She was wondering, if her creator promised to leave her be at her home, why are the RECOs suddenly back after a while? 

"BrightBill, It is okay. I will find a way back, I do not think I will be used on another farm or any household out there, I'm sure its just a checkup." Roz comforted her son, "But Ma! What if you are going to be used again? What if its harder to help you escape again?-" BrightBill had so many questions, he was eagerly worried. 

"BrightBill, I promise you I will return shortly, if not. Go talk to the other flocks who found me at the old farm I was at. I'll be saf-" The RECO bots tugged her. "Safe. Farewell for now, BrightBill!"

As the door to the sleek airship closed, Roz looked back down at BrightBill. Then looking towards the RECO bots. "Why am I going back?"

"Do not ask questions."

"Why mustn't I ask questions?"

"Do not ask questions."

She looked back, at the horizon. She made a quiet sigh, and sat back, crossing her legs and wrapping her arms around them. Roz was a bit worried too, but nothing stopped her curiosity.

As the RECO bots arrived, she was forced out of the airship. Following ahead of the RECO bots as they ushered her to keep moving forward. And she did so. She went up a couple stairs, up an elevator, and she reached her creators office. She scanned the room but did not find her. "Where is my creator? Is she at her house?" 

The RECO bots ignored this question, as they marched towards the chair that had been turned to face the windows. Roz leaned to see if there was a reflection in the windows, but as soon as she did, the chair turned around. Roz positioned herself upright again, but whom she had seen was not her creator, yet somehow was.

"Greetings, Rozzum. Or, Roz." Said a male voice, a man around his 40's sat in her creators chair. "Who are you?"

"I am Alex Birchwood. Your newer creator."

"Where is my previous creator?"

Alex sighed deeply. "Fortunately, she has moved on." He analyzed Roz for a sense of emotion, to which he was surprised she had not made any signs of sadness or remorse.

He nodded to himself. "So, Roz. Are you aware why you are here today?" 

"I do not know. Why?"

"The team has found a Rozzum robot out in the wild, and they have been watching the bot closely. Finding out that it was somehow communicating with the animals, that robot. Is you."

"Yes, what about it? I was doing well out there, and I am never alone."

"About that.. they have decided to return you back to the facility, they fear that if you learn too much, you may learn to rebel against us. And we cannot have that."

"But I am not programmed for violence, and I have nobody to rebel against, for I have been peaceful everywhere I go."

Alex sighed, facepalming slowly. "I am aware of that, but if it becomes too much, you may become quite stubborn, as said from a while, you did resist the RECO bots. You were on camera every step of the way."

Roz did not do anything but stand there. 

"Roz, you have to be dismantled, either that, or completely re-programmed without your memory."

"But I have a family?"

"A family at the facility, your fellow Rozzum units are your family."

Roz disagreed. "I have adopted a gosling, and raised it. He will be very upset if you destroy or reprogram me. I promised him I would return safely."

"Well then it seems your promise will be broken. RECOs, take her away. I refuse to smell that animal dung stench." 

Roz left a trail of dirt, mud, grass, etc.

"And clean this mess." 

Alex rotated his chair back around.