Days Active = 40
Movement Detected
Emergency Power Engaged
Error:
Movement Systems = Offline
Initializing Sensory Systems...
Its head was back on the table this time. Placed in some sort of vice which held it up, with a full view of the workshop.
The battery was gone, one microphone, one glowing green eye which sputtered weakly. It was all the tiny reserve could handle, and not for long. Wires strung down from where its neck would be, snaking down and over the desk in a mad web.
It was being worked on, dusted and polished. The haze from its vision was gone.
Administrator Recognized
Model 2 "Silva" Recognized
Unknown Organic Recognized
New User Registered
User NameUnknown Recognized
Warning:
User NameUnknown In Distress
The professor looked angry, holding the wooden box from before in one hand like it was a bomb. Silva stood beside him, motionless. He dropped it at Model 2's feet.
"You know the rules my precious creation. You know why I don't let you go outside." he was livid, eyes wild. "They'll take you all away from me if they find out. Take you away, melt you down..."
No response. The girl was crying.
"Break it." he looked down to the little brown music box.
Silva's boot slowly raised, shaking ever so slightly. A horrid warbled TWANG rang out as splinters of wood and metal scraps flew. The red light in Model 2's helm dimmed.
The little elven girl screamed and cried, crawling towards the box's shattered remains as fast as her bonds would allow.
Brenbroth rapped his knuckles against Silva's side. "You have your orders, Model 2. Now do as you are told."
The machination's arm stopped raising its spear halfway, as if jammed.
"Model 2, designation Silva. You will do as you are told."
Her cries fell silent as Silva finished raising the spear, freezing one final time.
"KILL HER!"
Silva obeyed. The spear came down.
There wasn't even so much as a cry.
Warning...
User NameUnknown: No Vital Signs Detected
The workshop was quiet for a long time.
"Unit." the pod opened as Model 1 stepped out. "Get rid of this filth for me."
The simple mech drug the body away without protest.
Silva fell to its knees when the professor left the room. Its bloodstained gauntlets dropped the spear, and shakingly picked up several fragments of what used to be a music box.
A painful artificial wail filled the air. A mad mash of gears, clockwork, and steam.
Silva wasn't made to speak.
Warning!
Emergency Power at <10%
Commencing Shutdown...
