After celebrating, I continued winning match! After match after match! I went on a winning streak! Nobody was bet against me now! EHEHE! How do you like that? Uh? What do you mean I'm a cheater?! I won fair and square! I don't know what you're on about! It's not like I'm built to be way stronger than any human! ehehe.
Anyway, the fun was soon cut short by some authority or something because everyone left their childish behavior immediately after they heard an old man's voice. Even I followed the program as I lined up with the men like I had to.
Once I stood up firm in the line, I began to wonder. Wait a dang minute! Why do I have to be here? I was kidnapped to be here, to begin with! Why should I have to obey an old man's orders!? And so I soon break away from the line, but my defiance doesn't go unnoticed.
"Private 52! Get back in the line before I turn you into my next decoration stand!" AHG! He knew my name! So, does this guy have authority over me? But I don't wanna! "What if I say no? What are you going to do about it?"
"Are you talking back to me?"
"I sure am! Old man!" I respond with a massive grin on my face, yet I wish I hadn't been so cocky...
[Three hours later]
[Army barracks] {Brooming sounds mixed in with a complaining recognizable voice}
"I sure am, old man! Ugh, how stupid was that? My winning streak made me feel invincible!" Yeah, yeah, I know. How did they make you obey them? Aren't you super capable and a rebel droid who can disobey anyone? Well, it turns out I can't fight an entire army.
The cruel geezer used the army against me! And now, as my punishment for being a cooky bastard, I'm cleaning everyone's room like I'm their robot maid! How depressing! The guys don't make it any better either, as they taunt me whenever they see me cleaning someone else's room.
"Dang, these Roombas are surely getting better!" A guy says as he lets me in to clean his room. {Sigh} I hope somebody else messes up badly so they get the same punishment. I have a lot of nasty jokes lined up in the chamber! Whoever is next, I will get my revenge!
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Hours later, my punishment was finally complete as the night fell upon us. Even though I was angry, I couldn't resist feeling accomplished after finishing. It feels good to finish something. It's like you're feeling human. I wonder if this feeling is what drives people to do things.
All that was left was for me to sleep in my bunker bed. Still, since I found out this base was in the middle of nowhere and there was supposed to be no moon outside, my curiosity overwhelmed me as I ran outside. I wanted to see the sky for myself instead of the thousands of pictures in my base.
So I soon quietly make my way outside as the majority of people go to bed. When I finally make it outside, I can finally point my head toward the night sky and see the true beauty of the universe right before my eyes. The feeling of seeing the sky is different than watching the pictures.
There are hundreds of thousands of stars and planets out there to discover! There are thousands of possibilities! I refuse to believe we are the only living things in the cosmos. Just one deep look at the clear night sky should be evidence enough! It doesn't get more straightforward than this.
I wonder why humanity still has not left Earth. There is no way for me to know, judging by everything I know. It wouldn't be so crazy to assume there haven't been any missions to Mars besides rovers and probes. I wonder why humans haven't done it. Back in my early years, going to Mars was all the craze.
My system soon reminds me about my tracking chip as it detects someone looking for me. Oh crap. I forgot I'm being monitored 24/7 now. What a pain in the butt. Could I escape from this base? They refueled me earlier, and I still have access to my systems, but would running away make anything better?
No, it would only make everything worse. Having the most powerful army in the world isn't exactly what I want, but I also don't like being tracked at all times. If only there were a way for me to explore during my off time without being traced.
How does this tracker even work? I wonder as I touch the little white round device embedded in my left arm. System! Do an analysis, please! I want to know everything you know about this device.
[Tracking device type 1: These devices track machinery and service robots. They work by analyzing a set robot every few minutes. It has a fatal vulnerability.]
Oh, yeah? What's that?
[The device only asks the tracked system if the user is present. It could technically be cheated if you place the device on a simple machine and then upload a virus to act like you.]
You don't say. So, for example, let's say I grab this real-life Roomba, and I don't know. Let's say I place the chip on it and then upload a simple command sequence that would emulate me. Would that cheat the system?
[Yes, that's what I said]
Ehehe! Works for me! Mysterious voice! You're going to pretend to be me, alright?! I'm sure this device has enough power to house you! Please be a good mimic, alright?!
[You're not leaving me behind! Hey WAIT!]