Experimental Games

Rumors Can Be True After All

You tapped your foot impatiently against the hard floor of your lab, the drone you had been working on had exploded earlier today and you were the only one in the building that could fix it. You wanted to bare your teeth in frustration as the little drone glitched out, sparks flying out from the rotator ball bearings as it still tried to fly. 'I thought I taught those assistants to fix these!' You thought aggressively as your hand hit the table, you had taught them to repair this specific drone model, the JA-7209 was the smallest drone you'd created yet. A masterpiece, a puzzle of perfectly matched tech and robotics.

You remembered the day you'd finished it, the day it flew without your guidance. You exclaimed to your supervisor, the top General of the United States, that you had created the first autopiloted drone in the existence of humankind.

"Dr. Robotnik was the first to do that." He had said without even a glance at JA-7209.

You were furious, every day you were madly aggressive at Doctor Robotnik. Who was he anyway? You had only heard rumors of this elusive genius. All government officials pretended he didn't exist (other than the General); like some man was born with higher intelligence unlike the world had ever seen before. But you knew he existed, he had to right?

Geez, he pissed you off. Without even meeting the bastard you could already tell he was full of himself.

You set down your drone, you had better things to be doing then fixing your tiny machine. You threw on your lab coat, which was black with emerald green stripes (it was a gift from your superiors), before snarling at one of your assistants. "Wells, fix model JA-7209 by the time I get back or so help me." The assistant muttered something before stumbling off in the direction of your drone. You kept walking, your coat licking annoyingly at your ankles. The smell of metal was strong in your lab, it was the scent of failed experiments and machines that needed repairs badly. You adjusted your glasses as you came upon a bigger robot, the Z-2956, it was an attack drone. This time, it wasn't yours. It was another Scientist from the lab next door. His experiments always failed and you wondered why he was even a U.S. military ranked scientist. 'The fact he can't even keep it in his area....' You thought with disgust. "What's the diagnostics?" You asked a man holding a clipboard and staring wonderingly at the robot.

"I- er..." He sputtered like a dying power tool. "T-the uh."

"Oh for fuck's sake!" You growled, losing patience. Reading the contents of the clipboard you found out that the robot had stopped unexpectedly during a routine movement check. "Have you checked the circuit board?" You evaluated the young scientist under your gaze. He seemed to be younger than you, maybe mid-twenties to possibly no older than nineteen. However, you knew every single name of everybody in your laboratory. "What lab are you from, kid?" you handed him the clipboard before prying open the main latch to the hunk of metal. Making sure not to hit your head you got into the robot. Almost choking from the smoke, you started fiddling with wires, making sparks and flickers as they re-connected with the board.

"N-not from a lab actually." He spoke up. "My name's Agent Daniels and I'm an Agent from the U.S. Weapons Division."

You nearly electrocuted yourself as you realized. "What's an Agent of that caliber doing on this side of the United States?" you asked, keeping my cool as you leaned back in the robot and put on your leather gloves to continue your work.

"Is it okay if w-we talk somewhere more privately?" Agent Daniels asked, putting his hand on the rim of the hatch, fingers almost touching exposed wires.

"Do you want to shock yourself?" You snarled at him, finding the wire that was the main malfunction issue and disconnecting it to be fixed later. "Yes, my office is fine." You jumped out of the 'bot and wiped your forehead and glasses off. Quickly patting off your black lab jacket, you caught Agent Daniels staring at you. "What is it? Something on me?" You narrowed your eyes at him.