Posted Nov. 17, 2020, 2:43 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Maxwell Watley (Chief Of Security) (Samuel Stroud)
Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim - Security Office - Arrival Of EXR-11
[snip]The main security office and armory complex on deck 14 was humming along nicely thanks in likely no small part to Watley’s guidance and that of their shift leaders and staff. So when the main security doors to the room opened to reveal a small waist high robot on treads coming in, many of the nearby NE’s paused in their work in surprise, caution and some curiosity. The robot was quite simplistic in design, but its outer shell was nothing short of artistic in scope. Made up of ceramic plastics, it had a myriad of paintings on it ranging from a 4-6 year old’s hands of smiling yellow or orange suns, to more talented pieces of little connected colored pieces glued on. The ‘head’ of the little robot on treads was a large plastic half dome filled with a jelly like blue substance in which were suspended little hand carved plastic stars, squares, triangles, circles, and other shapes done by a child’s hand ranging from 6-8 years. The body, in addition to the above mentioned little colored suns, and plastic puzzle pieces and two whirring stubby ‘arms’ ending in twin pinchers. Within the main body shell itself, made up of similar clear plastics, was the ‘heart’ of the robot and ‘brain’. A simple connected isolinear four chip set powered by a tiny power cell. Both arms were shaped inward holding a small bright pink sealed bag as if in offering to her as it whirred forward on its motorized treads into the office. Said treads were the most complex in design, made of rubber and plastics like the rest they were still rugged in scope for maneuvering.
The robot stopped before NE Franks a human, non-com security officer, when the robot spoke in a gruff though clearly girly voice. =/\= Greetings sentient! I come bearing a gift for your superior officer chief Lieutenant Watley, where might I find them? =/\= It said through a speaker. In its hands was a small brightly green bag sealed with a ribbon.
”…Uhhh…their....office I think?” the NE said pointing over to the door unsure what else to do or say.
=/\= Thank you sentinet! =/\= the girly voiced robot said whirring over to the door and used an extension probe as a third ‘arm’ to press the office chime.
EXR-11
Watley sat at his desk, the old man hated the paper pushing part of his job. But it was a necessary evil. He heard the chime and looked up from his display screen. “Come in!” he cried out, relieved to have something break the monotony of his job.
Lt. Jg. Maxwell Watley- COS
When the officer door opened Watley was greeted by the sight of a primitive looking tread moving robot figure. Standing a little over 5‘0 in height with a pair clamp flexible arms it whirred forward and from the speaker in the robot’s neck a muffled disguised female like voice spoke obviously trying to pose as a robot =/\= Greetings sentient! I am EXR-11. I come forth bearing you a gift from the children of this fine ship! =/\= It said raising its two arms slowly to place a small wrapped bag on the desk. =/\= If you wish to accept it that is.. =/\=
EXR-11
Watley was not a fan of artificial life, call him old fashioned, but he could easily imagine a world in which computers enslaved organic life. None of this skepticism was visibly betrayed by the old man. He smiled at the machine. “I would, thank you, what was it? EXR 12?” He said as he reached out to pick up the bag on the desk, he examined it for a few moments. Children, he had always wanted a few of his own, but life had not panned out for him in that fashion.
Lt. Jg. Maxwell Watley- COS
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