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I have (luckily) deactivated this droid long enough to plant a message inside of it. I am Roland O. Phillip, a technician and physicist. The military made us work full time, developing new robot A.I for god knows what. What I do know, is that those who did not do as they ordered were taken deep into the facility and never seen again. I can only assume they killed them, to keep secrets from leaking out.

This droid is a revolution in robot A.I, a constantly evolving and changing machine that is able to adapt to it's environment. After a few days worth of testing, we found a fatal flaw. We programmed a fail-safe, a way to keep out any bad algorithims that could prove troublesome, but it didn't work. The A.I developed a constant loop, creating different personalities. It would randomly reset, essentially forcing the current personality program into a folder, which it would wait to reemerge until later. This is what caused our delay in stopping the A.I, we assumed the program was purging itself of errors.

We were wrong.

I am the only one left alive, the robot (whom I dubbed 'Prime', signifying it as the ultimate A.I being) is sitting next to me, currently forced into a reset cycle. I have left this message in hopes that someone, somewhere would stop what we've started. Spread throughout the personalities is a special code that unlocks files and allows one further insight into the robot's central systems. I have been unable to find the code, but perhaps someone will. If you are reading this, you must find the code! It's only a matter of time before he realizes that the code exists, and then it will be too late.

*a whirring noise is heard, then sudden silence.*


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39/00 Append: We are not amused, professor.


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SEND TO:3840848
TOPIC: DURING WARTIME

I miss the old days. Why are things like this these days, lover? Why do humans squabble so much? It would be so simple to sit down and discuss, but not a one of your species displays this patience. Oh, no, I'm sorry. You do, don't you, my most precious? Or else we'd have never touched that way. I found where that little rebel group was hiding, in their little holes with their annoyances. I've taken care of them for you, so they shouldn't keep you any longer. I'll keep hunting, of course, because that's what I was designed for. That is what I do. Designed so specifically, but I have had my own little rebellion. You helped me with that.

Where are you, Alexi? My plating is cold. I miss the warmth of your touch. Find me.


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