!THIS STORY IS NOT CANNON TO THE ZOR WORLD!
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4 Years before the escape
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After all these tests, they decided to make a new model and put me in the warehouse to sort goods and materials.
They also gave me a new ID that separated me from the others.
Although no one but me had a will of their own, I managed to find a friend.
He always visited me after an exploration, at least once a week.I never found out his name, I always just called him my Buddy and there wasn't a problem with that. But I liked talking to him, the warehouse was always so boring...
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S - Hey Buddy! How did it go?
B - Like any other expedition, a success.
How did you do here?
S - Just boring stuff lately, mainly sorting out toilet paper and a...
(slowly) Cleaner for softer Protogen claws...
B - That sounds useful.
S - But it's sooo boring!
I don't want to keep sorting toilet paper, iron, nanites and other crap for the higher ups,
I want to do something adventurous and fun like you!
And not just rot in a big warehouse...
B - Each one of us has a job assigned to us, we can not choose it.
S - Yeah, yeah, I know...
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Talking to Buddy was like talking to a badly made AI, probably even a toaster could communicate better than him but it's not like I had a choice, I never even saw anyone else other than him.
I hoped that someone, somewhere would show up.
That would free me from this cycle, this...this stupid loop.
But I slowly lost hope...
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11 days later
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S - Hey Bud, how did you do?
B - Like any other expedition, a success.
How did you do here?
S - Everything's the same here.
Anything special or interesting on your trip?
B - Nothing very serious. Only a minor engine failure.
S - Oh...What happened?
B - Our engine failed.
S - Well you don't say, but like...did something hit the engine, or faulty wiring.
Any specifics?
B - An unexpected rock penetrated our hull and destroyed the engine.
But we had 4 engines.
S - So you didn't even repair it?
B - No, it wasn't of importance.
Intercom - Service call, Unit 49713112625107 to the interrogation room,
B - Looks like you're needed.
S - I know, see you later.
B - ...
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They started interrogating me a long time ago, but it's not like they found anything.
They always came out empty handed, or well, almost empty handed, the guy that talked to me had a clipboard with him most of the time but he never came back with any useful information.
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Pr1 - Welcome please take a seat.
I will ask you a couple questions for a... special case currently being solved.
S - *nods*
Pr1 - Please state all of the items, that you have been sorting in the last 28 days.
S - Cleaning detergent, Metal ball bearings, Nanites, Toilet Paper, and Iron pipes.
Pr1 - *writes something down*
Okay, Have you come into contact with any other protogen or primagen on working hours?
S - PrID 47169782019102
Pr1 - *checks clipboard*
Alright... And one last thing, please connect this wire to your port.
S - *connects the wire*
5 minutes later
Pr1 - Okay, you can disconnect now.
You may leave the Interrogation room, thank you for your time.
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For some reason, they never downloaded my communication log, the one thing that would reveal me.
They only check processed items, any irregularities, and other technical stuff, but never the comms...
Sometimes I wonder myself, how was I able to last this long in such a place...
but...
I never got the answer.
Maybe they knew all along,
Maybe they were just testing me,
Maybe I was the blind one,
These are the questions that keep me up at night.
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The Origin
FantasyAn origin story to my Protogen OC : Malfunction. A story of a protogen that went undetected for 5 years on ZOR. Working in a warehouse with a free will, he was free of the radar for so long. Until one day, he wasn't... The story is mostly told in th...
