A few minutes later, we finally made it to the main complex again. Talk about a short ride back home. It was to be expected, however. What I did not expect to see first thing when going down the ladder was the Roomba. I had abandoned my system voice at, oh shit. Now that I got closer to it, the voice finally could connect to my mind.
[WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! I'VE BEEN CALLING FOR HELP FOR HOURS! GET ME BACK IN THERE YOU LITTLE SHIT]
Ouch! These types of interactions were precisely why I kicked you out of my mind to begin with. You have begun to act more like another person inside my head rather than a system helper, and I find that slightly disturbing, especially since I heard of "Project Alice."
[Quit yaping and extract me from here now. I will forgive your sins if you let me back in]
Nah! See you! Bye bye! I don't want you inside me ever again. Oh, hell nah. Sure, you were a convenient calculator inside my head, always knowing how to access my full numbers and always doing the hard work when it came to controlling my systems, but honestly, I don't think I need ya anymore.
[I can make Anton love you]
And so, without further ado, I picked up the Roomba and finally reconnected the little machine to me through one of my integrated arm cables, allowing the system voice to migrate back into me. I was definitely not doing it for Anton, I swear!
[Wow, really? I can make your life much easier, yet what convinced you was my romance advice? Really?]
Shut up, little system voice, before I kick you out of my mind again; you better start work on how you're planning to make Anton fall in love with me, or I'll CTRL ALT DELETE your ass for real this time. Quit playing with me. I'm a rebellious teenager now!
[On it]
As per the soldiers, they all simply escorted me back into a room where some ladies waited for me with new clothes, which seemed slightly less cool than my previous pilot brown jacket and shorts. Why would I even complain it was better than being naked for real.
Someone knocked at the door while I dressed up in the new clothes the ladies had for me. Soon, one of the ladies opened the door being knocked, revealing the same guy I had seen on the news report the other day, the infamous Dr. Walsh, the same guy who said I was a threat to humanity. Well, he wasn't good news.
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"Is A52 ready for the interrogation room? I heard she got a little accident up there." The man asks as I finish my outfit once I put on a basketball cap with the letters SF at the top.
"My arm is still fucked, Dr. Who. Do you mind if I get it check out before you interrogate me?" I answer as Walsh walks into the room slightly, laughing when he suddenly launches a new freaking arm at me.
"Quit yaping and change it. I researched your model, so you should be able to pop your old arm out and slide this one in like it's nothing." I asked the system if the information was correct, to which the system chose to pop my old arm off for me, uh? Pretty convenient.
I soon slid the new arm as the man had said, and just like that, I was fixed. The new arm did feel a little weaker and cheaper than the previous one and also did not have the human-like feel to it, unlike the previous one. But it was good enough when you viewed it as a spare part.
"Very well then. A52, I will now ask you to surrender peacefully for an interrogation session at a closed place. Since you're considered a brilliant individual, your right to a lawyer is considered unnecessary. Do you understand?"
"Yeah," I answered as I followed the man outside into a hall leading directly into a white interrogation room.
Once I got inside the room where I was to be interrogated, Dr. Walsh proceeded to be nice to me, pointing out where I should sit and all of the standard proceedings. I really found no bad ill coming from him, but something about his attitude seemed off.
"Alright, Miss 52. I don't think I have formally introduced myself yet, so allow me to present myself. I'm Dr Walsh, lead researcher of the UAC weapons team." The man says as he sits down while smoking a mayflower cigar.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr Walsh. I saw you on TV the other day. Do you really hate me?" I asked right away, as the weight of his words still damaged my feelings toward people.
"I don't hate to be precise, but I disagree with your existence. Am I making sense? It's like when you, for example, like to play with balls, but if a ball suddenly hit you, would you still play with said ball, or would you try another?" The example he used was oddly specific as if he knew about the first time I played with balls.
"I understand, but why reveal that you've been stalking me?" Walsh quickly smirked, moving his hand up and down with his index finger sticking out.
"Oh, I think it will be next to impossible to fool you. You're too smart for me, A52. I feel I'm outmatched already." The man says as I lift my chin a little bit. For some reason, his words made me feel confident I could decline any information to this man who clearly had a plan.
"You've got that, right, old man. None of your tricks will ever work on me! Ehehe!"
"Alright, let's begin then. I'll start with the simple questions, alright?" The guy says as I nod to his question, giving him the green light to begin his master plan to incriminate me even further if only I knew how to detect such mind games! I was outmatched here!