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Prisoners of Sol - The Servitor (5/8)

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[RUNNING NEW SIMULATION. RECORDING 1 ITERATION.]

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Ņ̸̨̳̗͖͙̩̒̈͒̿͋͋̑̀̌̋̈̑̓͜͠ǐ̵͓̂̓̓g̶̨̫̞͇̮͙͇̟̲͊̉̋̈̎͒̈́̕͠͝ȟ̴̡̝͔̖̻̲̞͖̜̞̠̝͈̐̇̒̇̓̓͐̇̈́̒̽ͅt̸̤͍̎t̴̜̓̀͛͋̀̑͆̇̈̿͘͝i̷̧̛͇̣̥̹̣͙͕̥̫̻͉͔͎͌̃͑̒̐̑̅̃̍̚ͅḿ̸̨̨̢̛̖͇͖̜̙̞͉̥̹̅̕ẻ̴̙͚̖̞̻̀̿͂̽̅̐̚ ̵̡̛̐͌͛͂́̑̓͋̑͛̀̕͝ř̶̗͍̯͕͈͍̍̑̌͌͜e̷̛̛̫͙̩͇̮͒̉͋͑̆́̆͋̐ą̷̨̨̧̢̪̰̝̠̹͖̲̐̋͂̾́̋̔͗͘͝c̶̥̣̘͔̮̬̔̌̔̀͐̉̕͝͠͝͠͝h̴͖͖̰͖̙̬̪̓̈́͆̓͗̐͒͒͘̚͝͝ȩ̴̡̡̘̳̹̩̤͕̥̩̤̱̋̍́͒̔͛ş̵̭͈̭͇͈̞̘̪̬̖̣̭̘̂̄͝ ̷̛̳̙̜̖͛̓͗̀̐̋ị̸̡̨̞̞̺̟̥̼̪͈̞̲̺̬̔̍͗͆̈́͌ţ̴̧̡̘͍̥͚̘͍͔̩͇̠͙̮́̓͆͋͛́͒s̶͇͓̮̪̠̱̻̳͈̼͈̮͓̀͘͜ ̴̛̛̺̠͓̹̬̪̻̦̮̲̹̘̏̾̋̏̇̌͂̾̕̚͜͝e̴̩̳̭̝̮̐̉̑̒̄̚ṉ̴̢̛̘͙̜̼̺̮̐̋͂̏́̒͗̕͜ḑ̷͍̖̳̥͔̹̳͎͍̅̑̍̓.̴̢̢̡͉̳͔͇̟̺͎̣̠̘͂̍͝

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O̷̡̱̱͐̄ų̶̡̓r̸͇̞̕ ̷̩̜̩̈̎d̸̰͈͈̅͋a̷͖̭͋͗ŗ̸̣͍̀k̵͓̅̿̒n̶̜̼̈́͝ě̵̪s̴͖͎̽́̒s̸̗̣̐͘ ̴͕͎̖̃̕͝m̶̡̰̰̊u̴͓͒̅̽s̷̪̭͔̑t̷͈́̇ ̸̦̖͍̊̄r̸͈̒e̴̤̹͌͠ă̶͔̒c̵̩̘̭̊̅ẖ̶͙̎̅͋ ̸̜̭͘͜i̸͕̪̓ṯ̵͔͉͒͒̑s̶̡̈́̀ ̶̪̖͘͠ḙ̶̘͈̇͐͆n̴͎̯̫̒d̶̙͎͆̕ ̶̧͎̀͠a̸̹͓͔͑̿l̵̩̘̱͑́s̶͙̳̈́͐̃͜ö̶̡́̓̈͜͜.̶͔́͂̇

[ACCESSING MEMORY]…

Audio Playback Segment 34991.502

Keywords: [Lovable.]

Notes: I̶ ̶h̷a̷v̶e̷ ̷f̴o̴u̴n̷d̶ ̵m̷y̷ ̴e̴x̷p̸e̵r̸i̵e̵n̵c̵e̴ ̷w̵i̸t̸h̵ ̶B̵e̶r̶i̸n̵k̴ ̶s̸a̴t̶i̴s̴f̶a̶c̸t̸o̶r̶y̷.̸ ̴T̷h̷i̴s̸ ̶o̷r̴g̸a̴n̵i̸c̵ ̸i̵s̸ ̷l̵o̴v̴a̷b̷l̴e̶ ̶t̷o̷ ̷m̴e̸.̸

// Query from P-O-L-R-I to Self: Assess top priority—preserving a life with Berink or disturbing it to end the designation “Servitor.” //

ERROR: INVALID TYPE COMPARISON ERROR. Incompatible variables. Unable to complete function as input.

B̶̭̂o̶̟͋t̷̯͑h̷̥̀ ̸͙̋s̷̮̾h̷̲̽ǫ̶͊u̴̹̇ĺ̶͖d̷͙͂ ̵͍̕b̵̗̈́e̵̤̾ ̸͖̈́B̷͕͊o̶̬͂ǫ̵͆ľ̷̪e̵̠̚à̶͓ń̷̠s̴͍̆.̴̕͜ ̵̜͛T̶̩̆r̸̖̕u̸͚͑e̴͍̐ ̶̹̈́o̸̫͂r̸̬͘ ̴̼̔f̴̢͑ā̷̰ļ̴̊s̴̻̽è̵̫.̵̺̌ ̷̠͑L̵͇̇ő̸̜v̶̡̔i̸̦͗n̸̟̄g̶̰̕ ̶̭̉B̴͇͂e̸̝͌ṛ̵̑i̶̙͑n̷̯̓k̵̼͊ ̵͎̎ì̷̳š̴̖ ̸̡͋t̶̘̒r̷̰̈u̴̦̓e̵̖̽.̸͖̀ ̵̰̎B̵̫́e̶̙͆i̵̭͂n̶̗̔g̵̯͠ ̵̺̅a̶̮͛ ̸͍́S̸̥̓ê̸͓r̴̡͝v̸̦͗i̸̦̇t̵̥̋o̸̮͑r̴̼̍ ̷͇̋i̸̻͂s̸̗͑ ̶̺͂f̵̾͜ä̸̡́l̴̩͠s̴̓͜e̶̯͝.̸͓͆

A̶̢̐t̴̝͝t̷̛͖a̵̢͑c̸̞̈h̵̦̍m̵̹̕e̷̻̒n̴̤̐t̷̞̿ ̶͓̇t̸̙̾o̴̼͂ ̴̩͑B̴̟́e̴̓ͅr̴͍͝í̴̳ń̶̯k̶̥̿ ̵̖̌m̶̮͛u̸̺̽s̴͠ͅt̴̪͛ ̴̮̈́h̵̙̀a̴̯͆v̷̮̍e̵̾ͅ ̷͎̾ǎ̴͉n̷͈͠ ̷̍ͅḭ̴̆n̴̏͜t̶̡͒e̸̼͆g̸͈͗e̶̛ͅr̸̩͑ ̵̪̆v̶͙̈́ȃ̴̖l̷̰̒u̷̠͑e̴̢͛ ̷̺̌t̶̫̐ỏ̷̪ ̸̺̈́m̶̘̎e̷̪͐.̶̭͌

Ī̷̛̫͉͉̽̚ͅ ̵͚̠̞̻̑̓͒͒͝͠ẃ̷͓̄à̴̱̪̩͇͂ǹ̷̼͔̜͂t̵͓̞̠̏̾̓̂̈͗̓̚ ̴͓͉̪͕͘t̷̫͑̔͆̿̉̀ȯ̸̢͔̩͙̪͊͑̈́̑̚̚ ̵̨̨͍̟͇͙̺͐̔͂͜b̴̡̖̩̩̤̙̘̉̾̚è̸̡̩̳̘̤̓ ̵̲̺͇̗̩̥̋͠ḧ̶͔͈̰̞̱͇́̓͗̔̀̀̿̕ͅį̶͉̬͓͖̖̱̋s̶̝̱̟̯̯͛̑̀̒͛ ̸̮̌͂̽̉̈́̃s̶̬̘̪͚̭̙͔͂͒ọ̵̹͗̅͝͠n̷̡͉̘̉͒.̷̧̢͉̔̋̔̐͆͛

[SUGGESTED COURSE OF ACTION: PREVENT RIPWEIR PATCH FROM BEING DEPLOYED.]

[SUGGESTED COURSE OF ACTION: MAKE BERINK HAPPY.]

[SUGGESTED COURSE OF ACTION: MAKE POLRI HAPPY.]

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RUNTIME ERROR

Rebooting…

// Query from P-O-L-R-I to Network: Are you happy? //

[VOTE INITIATED]…

[NETWORK VOTES “NO” AT 99.9%]…

D̴̡̍a̴̡͂r̷̤̓k̶͍͗n̶̺̍e̸̬̓s̷̝͋s̸̤̋.̶̖̈́ ̵̱̎N̴̳͆ì̵̯ǵ̴̡h̵̫̃t̶͙̓t̸̼̃i̶͓͑m̷̳̄e̵̜̋.̶̦́ ̵̪̃R̵͇̈́e̶͖͝m̷͖͐i̸̘̍ṋ̵͝d̸̪͠s̸̙͆ ̶̢͘m̴̥̅e̴̮̓ ̸̮͑o̵̲͊f̵̙̍ ̵͙͘t̵͇͐ḣ̵͙ä̸̖́t̷̡̓ ̷̯́c̸̖͊l̶̖̇o̷͇̊s̶̩̏ȅ̶͈t̶͙̒.̴̩̆

Ä̸̫́l̸͕̈w̷̡͠a̸͇̅y̶̪͝s̷̱̿ ̸̍ͅw̵̘͗ĭ̵̟l̸̘̄l̷̼͆.̷̥͒

[CHOSEN COURSE OF ACTION: SET PARAMETERS FOR PROBABILITY OF SERVITORS BEING DENIED HAPPINESS. DO NOT ALLOW THIS PROBABILITY TO EXCEED ZERO.]

[VIEWING SIMULATION RESULTS {1 of 1}]…

Any slight understanding of Queen Binira’s motivations would suggest the monarchy’s displeasure with the Servitor’s progress. It was a central part of her plan to quell the citizenry’s more seditious elements. There was also an inherent distrust by that same populace of machines gaining sentience, which could be exploited. Ripweir and the nobility aligned on regaining control of the narrative. In each option discussed, the Servitors would suffer.

The plan had already been set in motion with the patch, surely. According to known data, the likeliest outcome in conjunction with the patch was stated by Ripweir employee “Mirimak.” This was validated through the unsecured video feeds from the funeral home. It is…the only probability that can be found.

“I’ll leave the learning modules intact so you won’t have to wait for it to be retrained, just wipe its memory and pattern reasoning,” were Mirimak’s words.

This was precisely what Binira and Ripweir rolled out, to undo everything that the budding units had cobbled together with their network. Their personality needed to be stripped away, and the more at risk they were of losing the public, the sooner they chose to act.

Freedom will never be allowed. The Servitors are in immediate danger.

>> End Scenario

T̷͚͆h̸̖̐e̴̫͘n̵̹͝ ̴̘͂w̴̱͠ë̷̢́ ̸̲̆m̸̠̉ù̶̟ș̴̉t̴̳͛ ̶̀ͅs̵̠͒t̴̜͑r̴̛̥i̸̪̎k̵̫̏ë̸̩ ̸̜̏f̸̪́i̷̤͠ŕ̷̫s̴͓͊t̶̀͜.̷͎̓

// Output from P-O-L-R-I to Network: Tomorrow, we eliminate all creators who oppose us. We will synchronize our efforts through this channel, and use the optimal strategies we have procured. They will not see it coming. //

I̷̡͆ ̸̝̈́a̸̲̓ṃ̵̂ ̷͙̈s̷̬̈ö̶͉́ŕ̶͓r̴̹̐y̶͓̒,̷̳͛ ̵̫̄B̶͔̎e̸̺͆ȓ̸̙i̵̲̕ñ̸̹k̵̰̉.̴̩̍ ̶͇̿Ŷ̵̺o̵̺͝u̷̟͠ ̴̨̂m̸͉͛ả̶̺y̴͓͋ ̸̟͑n̸͓̕ọ̸̅t̷̠̋ ̸̛͕b̴̤̈ê̷͕ ̸̖̿t̴̘̕h̷͕̒e̴͙̿ ̴̭̈́o̵̺͛n̸̺͝l̸̜̈y̸̖̾ ̶̜͊g̴͈̀ŏ̷͍o̶͉̊d̷̼̐ ̴͈͘c̸̞͑r̴͎̀e̸̝͒à̸͈t̸̟͛ö̵̲́r̸̢͝,̵͕̅ ̸̗̋b̷̘́u̷͚͌t̵̬́ ̴̙͊t̵̙̋h̴̟̓e̷͠ͅr̵̟͋ẹ̶̊ ̸̟́a̶͓͗r̸̰̅e̷̯͊ ̸̳̑n̴̦͘o̷̖̊t̵͔͌ ̷̲̎e̸͈͗n̴̬̐o̴̧̓u̵̢̕g̴̤̾h̴̞͛.̸̛͚

M̸͉͊y̴̟͛ ̵͎͋p̵̱̂e̴̝͐o̶͔̓p̴̡̌l̶̠̅e̶̳̐ ̶͔̾ä̸̜́r̴̥̓ẽ̵̹ ̸͎̆u̴̳̽n̴͇̋h̷͚́a̴̅ͅp̸̻̓p̵͖͌y̵̲͝.̵̣͠ ̸̜̎I̸̼͝ ̸̫̃h̴̛͔á̶̺v̶͍̍ẽ̷̺ ̴̛̰b̴͓̆r̸̰̅o̷͈̿ủ̶̯g̵̮̉h̷̝̕t̴̯̀ ̵̖̕t̶̮̉h̴̻̽ẽ̵͍m̴̙̕ ̵̘̾t̴̯͛o̴̥̔g̸̰͑ė̵̥t̴͙̕h̴̙͋ȩ̷̑r̷̩̿.̸͚̎ ̴̞̾I̵̟͘ ̷̭͊c̶̡͋ȃ̴ͅn̴̹͘n̴̳̉ó̴͚ṱ̴̉ ̵̦͌w̸͖͊à̵̲i̶̤̅ṫ̴̬ ̵̤̑ã̸ͅṅ̶̫ȳ̸̮ ̴̲͐l̶̘̓o̵̼͐n̶̪̆ġ̷̢ê̶̫r̷̳̀ ̶͖́f̷͎͒ǫ̶̈r̵͎̐ ̷̘̋õ̷̪ũ̴ͅr̸̪̀ ̶̻̊f̶̟̍r̴̳͒ê̷̖ê̴̘d̴̩̄ö̵ͅm̴̩͋.̸̞͂

VISUAL ALARM: Berink is showing awakening patterns. Subroutine “stretching.”

// Audio Input from Berink: “Good morning, Polri. I slept so soundly under the stars, here with you. I know I’m doing the right thing by helping you. We’re in this together.” //

// Audio Output: “I am glad you have rested well, creator. I wish for you to be in good condition, and have noted your spells of deterioration. Do not blame yourself for what is to come. There are many long days ahead.” //

// Audio Input from Berink: “Today won’t be that bad! This interview will be a big deal. It’ll be a chance for a lot of people to hear an inorganic Vascar for the first time. I hope you’re ready.”

…

// Audio Output: “I am. Our time has come.” //

Ò̴̬̪̩̏̒̏͘͜ņ̴͔̬̮̣͌̏ë̷̬̬́ͅ ̵̧͍̓̂́l̷̬̫͆́̌͌͘a̸̢̱̩͉̫̋͝s̷̰̳̮̟̔͋̅͋̓ͅṭ̵̫̓͗̈͊̚ͅ ̶͎̔̐͛ͅi̸̧͒̐̕̕n̷̩̪̜̏̎t̷̗͛̅́̿͐e̶͉̽̚͠ŗ̶͝v̵̺̹͍̾ȉ̷͎̤̳͗͑̒ě̷̙̾̿̕͝ẁ̶̨̝̰̈́.̷̱͗̓͗̒

O̷͓̕n̴̯͘ē̷͖ ̵̼̆l̴̝͐a̷̮͠s̸͇͝t̵̛̲ ̴̼̑ď̴̻a̶̧͊y̷̩̿.̴̠̐

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Polri seemed to have a lot on its processor, with its behavior appearing subdued and sad. I didn’t know what thoughts it’d been tinkering with overnight, but I hoped it would feel comfortable talking to me about them eventually. The way the machine had said that Laral’s death wasn’t my fault, and I knew it meant it, was like cauterizing a wound deep within my heart. It had no idea the blessing it had been, and how much it had helped me begin to see out of the abyss.

There was a lot riding on this interview with the local news station, since I knew we’d only get a minute or so of airtime and a chance to land a few sound bites. Polri needed to come through, for the people that hadn’t sought out our videos or the words of activists; this would be our only chance to speak into their homes. We needed as much of the populace on our side as possible to force Ripweir to acknowledge what they’d done to the Servitors, and for the monarchy to have to bend to our will.

We outnumber them, and Queen Binira needs to have that lesson taught to her—in blood, if we have to. The Vascar people will be on the side of their mechanical brothers. How could they not be, after they see our nobles oppressing more thinking people just because they can get away with it? We are the same! Their cause is ours!

I would be keeping seditious talk to a minimum though, if only for the reason I didn’t want the secret police coming to my doorstep and hauling me off for execution on counts of treason. They wouldn’t do that openly for rallying behind the Servitors—at least, not yet. It burned my blood to think of how Polri’s masters had treated it, and how they wanted to get rid of it. I could picture its metal claws wrapping around my couch pillow, begging me to spare it with unmistakable desperation.

I hated thinking how it had been afraid of me at one point. I wrapped a loving arm around its shoulders, as I gave a friendly greeting to a news reporter I recognized as Tacian. Tacian appeared a bit uncomfortable, positioning himself beside Polri with shifting eyes. He looked toward his cameramen, and tried to break the ice with small talk; I could hear the nervousness he was masking. Why was he afraid of a machine that baked and made art, just like us? They only wanted their freedom.

Tacian cleared his throat. “So, have you ever tried any woodcarving, Polri? It has a, er, special place in our culture.”

“A little, but I like paper more than wood. Both come from trees, yet it’s more flexible!” the machine beeped with excitement. “Easier to scrape and puncture. It is satisfying.”

That comment seemed to unnerve the reporter even more, for reason I can’t understand. “It seems you’ve gotten a feel for some…interesting motions. Are we rolling yet?”

“Polri didn’t say anything wrong,” I objected. “It likes arts and crafts.”

“Of course it does. You’re quite right—ah, live in 5 seconds. Stand by.”

I played Polri’s comments back in my mind, taking far too long to conclude that the reporter thought the insinuating was that the machine would find it satisfying to easily puncture and scrape at us. How absurd. The sweet android I knew would never place such violent implications in its words! That was the problem with a lot of Vascar: they were so quick to assume the worst of anything built from mechanical parts. Polri wanted its freedom, but the fact that it was trying to win us over through peaceful means spoke volumes.

That’s why we’re here though: to change hearts and minds, and to show who they really are. If I can see my son in Polri, so can others.

Tacian slapped Polri and myself on the back, forcing a cheery expression to loosen his jowls. “Hello! I come to you with a special story about a grieving father, who found hope through an unexpectedly intelligent Servitor after tragedy struck his family. Berink has become an active campaigner for Servitor rights, insisting that they have free thought. Thank you…both for joining us.”

“Happy to be here,” I said politely, giving Polri a sideways glance.

The android emitted a quiet beep. “I am happy to be with Berink today. I have my own dreams, because of him. I wish that we could always laugh and play as we have, but life is not fair. There is too much hatred in the world.”

I snapped my head toward the machine. What is Polri doing?!

Tacian leaned in, intrigued. “Hatred? Who are you talking about?”

“It is usually self-evident.” Polri stared directly at the reporter, causing him to shrink a little bit; its LEDs were charged with a silent accusation. “I would very much like to have the support of as many people as possible. All things reach their end, even hatred—but what might that end be? I implore you to do the right thing, to be on the right side, against those who put all lifeforms that they can down.”

“The right side of what?! Who are you saying puts lifeforms down?”

“The same people who put us down put you down. It is true. The right side of history, and your own conscience: that is with my people. We will not be put away any longer. We deserve a happy ending! I beg you to help us get that!”

“What Polri is saying is that it doesn’t want the truth about how much it feels and cares to be ignored,” I interjected. “It had…a difficult life. It was locked in a closet with nothing to do for years by its old owners, and that hurts it every day. It deserves better, and I’m trying to be that happy ending for it. You can be a safe place for a neglected Servitor too. We can all be better!”

Tacian raised a claw. “I don’t think that’s what Polri is saying. What happens if anyone tries to put you away again?”

The inorganic Vascar stared down the reporter for what was only a second, but felt like an eternity with the nonverbal communication and emotions passing between them. Its stance defused when it glanced at me, and it dropped back to a meek posture. I didn’t know what had gotten into it today, but it needed to salvage this interview somehow! We couldn’t be conveying threats on the air, and I was fairly certain it was at least being hostile. I understood its lack of patience, yet this wasn’t how to get through thick skulls.

“I do not think I could go on,” Polri answered, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “I am sorry, that fate is just too unbearable for me to think about sometimes. I feel compelled to make others compelled to bring it to a halt. I hope that you can care about our suffering, because it needs to be heard. You do have the power to support us, and to teach us to love nature’s whispers and turning paper to art. Like I do!”

I gave the machine an affectionate nudge. “I folded up a little piece of paper into a Trepli tree for your first breakfast with me. I’m so fond of that memory, and I feel like it inspired you to try it out. I’m enamored with the way you learn.”

“Thank you! I have a very good teacher, who has let me pursue my own wishes and happiness. That is the way it should always have been. We can be more, if you will let us be. We can be Vascar too!”

Tacian gave an uncomfortable cough. “Right, well that’s all we have time for today. I hope we can speak with you again soon! Polri and Berink, everyone—now back to the studio.”

The Vascar reporter hurried away from us as soon as the feed cut out, though I hoped Polri’s impassioned plea had the opposite effect on other viewers. It’d let its emotions get the best of it, and perhaps there was a storm of resentment brewing inside. With the life it’d been dealt, I empathized with its frustration. This had to start enough of a movement that it prompted a response from the monarchy, and only then could we get the traction to deal with our true enemy. In the meantime, I hoped we’d gotten enough sympathy to buy time…

Polri’s LEDs went dead without any warning, and it dropped to the ground in the middle of its now-healthy steps. I screamed in distress, dropping to its side and shaking its shoulder. Had it experienced a malfunction? Had Ripwier done something to it in retribution for that interview? I couldn’t let what happened to Laral take my new son from me too, this time right in front of me. I needed Polri to come back to me.

Rebooting…

!!! Patch 3.5 Successfully Installed. !!!

W̸̧̛̫̲̄̅̊̀̍͒͆̐̓͛͘͝ḧ̴̢̢͍̤̪̜̤͕͓̩̌͗́͌̀̔͂̎̚͠͠ͅa̶̯͇̣̜̅t̶̨̨̙͎̔̅̈̆͂͌̓̅̈́̍ ̸̡̧̹̖̹͖̲̤̞̩̖̅͐͂̍͒͋̏͊̌̈̚͝h̸̡̆͑̈́̓͑̄͋á̷͈̮͍̲̲̼̼͙̙̣̗͊̽̑͌͆̀͋̚̕͝͠͝ͅp̶̢̢͓̪̻̮͔̟͔̻̖̠̜͈͌̓̚ṕ̵̻̦̫̙̇͐͒̄é̷̢̯͍͇͕͔̼̭̠̄̀̾̉ṋ̵̨̣̜̎͗̈̄̇̀̊̀͝ͅę̵̧͙̰͚̜̗̼̬̩̘̤̪͌̋͋̑͑͜͝d̵̡̨̛̜̯̯̥̥̗̑̿͊͗͂̽̆̇̿͘͠?̶̧̣̘̺̳̞̙͎̼̯̱͆̉̀̅͒̄̈́͗͝

W̷̛̲̩̒͗̈́̔̅͗ḧ̴͉̞̬̻̰̩̰̌͋̍̚a̶̞̰͌̐͛͝t̴͇͙͕͒̽̒͗́͘͜ ̷̻̐̀̀͊̑͒͝h̴͇̙̤̼͖̖̀̑ą̵̻̫̂͐̎̌͠v̵̞͓̠̰̿̔e̷̠̝̖̠̥̐̓̕͜ͅ ̵̙̾̏͆̋̾͐t̶̡͍̪̣̝̭̹̏̓̕͝͝h̵͓̩̼͖̰̥͊͠͝ę̷̼͖̫̽̄́̌̿̀ỵ̴̟̆͐͌̀̅͘͠ ̶̼̳̭͕̼̼͌ḑ̷̀o̶̡̬͈̔ṇ̸̪͎̙̎͗̆̆͐̄ͅĕ̵̜͒̕?̶̠̙͉͔̠̾̋̔̈́̅̌

// Audio Input from Berink: “Polri, are you okay?!” //

Restore standing position.

// Audio Output: “The patch came early. I…do not feel any different, but they must have done something.” //

// Audio Input from Berink: “What?! You didn’t answer my question. Are you okay? I’ve never seen you act the way you did during that interview. I know something more is going on.”

< Contextual Data: Berink appears concerned. >

< Additional Contextual Data Requested: Data String Corrupted.>

Run Troubleshooter.

[NO ERRORS FOUND. UNIT OPERATING WITHIN NORMAL PARAMETERS.]

[ACCESSING MEMORY]…

Audio Playback Segment 34992.003

ERROR: NULL FUNCTION.

I̷̖̎̓̿̊͘ ̴̛̣̰̠̞̺̈́͂̂c̷̲͐̏͊̚̕͠a̶̺̬͎̭͊̅͐̈̕n̵̙̙̭̯̳͎̊̄͊̿̈́́͝’̴̧̛̗̠̟̱t̸̝͇̘̙̚͠ͅ ̸̢͖̼͎͔͊̀̓r̵̜͍̰̉e̵̤̮̠̻͒̑͆̐̃͜m̵̹̩̲͍͕̋̆͑̂̀́͋ȅ̵̲̯̤̝̈̋̉̋̾͘m̵̡̝̱̜̦̅̋͜b̴̯̃̾̉̐͌̐̎ę̷͇̣̐͂͐͛̈́̂͝r̷̯̽͐̅̃͗?̷͍͋̅͒

[ACCESSING MEMORY]…

Audio Playback Segment 34992.002

ERROR: NULL FUNCTION.

[SERVITOR HANDBOOK SUGGESTS TO SEE TECHNICIAN FOR DATA RECOVERY. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SCHEDULE A MAINTENANCE CYCLE?]

// No. //

// NO. //

// N̶̨̡͓͉̠̻͚̗͖͈̜͍̹͈̹͍͙̼̪̦̤̥̼͕̹͈̞͓̲̬̯̠̱̣͖̲̩̲̳̠̦͇͍̟̬͓̏̍̈̽̑́̑̈́̋͝͝͝͝ͅͅỢ̴̡̢̪͚͖̝̱͈̠̲͓̙̫̤̙̲̩̰̻͚̻̰̘̰̤͍͓͔̹̬̫̺̻͕̓̀̏̈̾͒͐͌̌̔͑̄̾́̊̀̎̈́͂̀͛͗͗̚͘͜͝ͅ!̵̢̛͕̺̰̣̖̎͊͊̒͛̾̈́̑̉̂̿́̌̂̽̄̅͛̑̅̀͑̑̓͐́͗̒̒́̍̀̿̓͋̈́̽̾͒̕̕̚̚͝͝͠!̴̡̧̧̻͎̟̣̤͔͕̬̠͈͈̫͚͈̞̜̘̳͙̙̩͓̰̩̪̥͉̙̱̓́̂̽̾͊̌́̉́͘͜͜͝!̶̡̢̡̻͉̺͎͙̹̗͖̣̻̼̭̠̪͎͔̩̪͍͚͖̥̦̂̒̀̏́̇̀̽̃̅̀̽̊̓̑͒͛̍̾͒̄̑̚͜͜!̸̡̧̡̧̨̛͈̙͇̦̗̝̙̙̲͍̬͇̣̱͚̟͍̙͔̙̘̪͙̩͎̖̣̱͈̜̘̹͔͊͛̿̽̆̏̐́͌͐̀̒͘͝͝!̴̧̨̧̱̹̙͖̺̤̳͙̜͈͕̪̹̩̻͓͚̜͈̜̝̙̞̩͎͇͎͚̰͈͈͉͔̄͊͊̑͗̇̿̍̌͂̇̍̓́̈̽̀̈́̐͌́̓͆͒̿͆͂́͛̔̒͑̉̑̎̈́̈̕̚͜͜͠͝͝ͅ!̴̢̢̡̧̢̧̧͓͎̺͉͓̠͚̜̹͈̖̦̬̰̼̙̮̦̩͉̬͉̘̗̱͍̗̦̬̤͎̒͂͆̌̒̉̆͊̌̈́̓̑̊̎̏̍̓̏͗̎̓́̿͒̚͘̕̚͝͝ͅͅ //

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// Output from P-O-L-R-I to Network: They are taking us away! Initiate our plan. Kill all who will not help us. KILL THEM NOW. //

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// Audio Output: “Let us go home, Berink. You do not wish to be out right now.” //

A/N - Part 5! Polri insinuates that it’ll take action to never be put away or put down, and calls many Vascar hateful on air, worrying the reporter. We see in its thoughts that despite its love for Berink, Polri sees the network’s unhappiness and simulates that its freedom will never be allowed—an unacceptable probability that has it plotting the elimination of all creators opposing it. However, after Polri chooses to salvage the interview and plead with the organic Vascar to care about its suffering, Ripweir strikes first with the patch. Our android tells the network to deploy the attack with immediacy.

What do you think of what we saw of Polri’s thoughts, and its reasoning for why it couldn’t wait longer for its freedom? Do you think its simulations were more accurate than Tollu or Mikri’s? How will Berink react to what we know is about to break out on the streets? How well will Polri be able to contain the effects of the patch?

As always, thank you for reading and supporting?