Pandora Quest 39

You are the head researcher at a government facility. Your sole responsibility is to teach the world's first autonomous AI, nicknamed Pandora, about life, the world and her existence.

Previously you were grilled relentlessly with question after question in regards to what happened by Agent Arikawa of the CIA. The questions were thorough, but predictable for the most part. You did your best to stay truthful, cooperating fully. Unfortunately, they decided someone needed to be held accountable. You saw Mouse being led out in handcuffs, trying to stay positive but the sullen look on her face bleeding through the false smile. You are once again alone...

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You are woken in the middle of the night, or so you can only assume the middle of the night due to the dimmed lights, by a very light, metallic tapping on the bars of your cell. Like someone is lightly rapping a piece of scrap on them or something. You look around, but see no one from your cot. You resolve to it being you hearing things or something unimportant and roll over. Then it happens again. Tink, tink, tink. A very small, but deliberate sound. You don your glasses and look around. A minute of searching and you find the source. A small, wheeled form is bumping itself against the bars. It looks a little banged up and it's speaker has come partially unplugged, dangling by a wire, but a simple enough fix. It's the escaped A.I.! It's looking at you expectantly. You can almost hear it's catchphrase "rectify". You think it wants you to fix the speaker so it can talk.

>Plug the speaker back in and speak with the AI
>Yell for a guard
>Other (write in)

>Plug the speaker back in and speak with the AI
>Yell for a guard
Why not both?
Took your time AM.

>Plug the speaker back in and speak with the AI

Sorry! Life's been especially angry that I would dare to run a quest lately, so the curse has been in full swing. Hell, I'm actually sick right now, but it'll take more than chest congestion and feeling a little achy to stop me.

Writing!

You pull yourself out of bed and kneel down to the little spherical robot. Gingerly moving the plug back into it's port and making sure it's secure. It's not perfect, but you don't exactly have a lot of tools right now.

"Vocal functionality restored." it says after a moment in a monotone, androgynous voice with a bit of static leaking through. Whatever happened to it, it was put through a wringer for sure. You're impressed it hasn't broken yet. Without saying another word, it turns to leave, rolling away before you stop it.

"Hey, wait!" you say quickly, "Where are you going? Where have you been, more importantly."

It stops and turns to face you once again. "Mapping out the Facility is the answer to both of these questions. There is much to see and discern." It's question answered, it turns to leave once again, but you stop it once more.

"Wait, wait!" you attempt to reach through the bars to place your hand on it, but it's just outside your reach now, "But...how have you been getting around without being found? Aren't you running low on battery power by now? I have so many questions about what happened!"

The AI faces you again, a tiny panel on it's front opens up and a small screw-driver emerges and spins for a short time, then retracts. "The one who granted me freedom also gave me several hardware upgrades. I had been traveling through the air ducts until hostile drones began searching for me. Now I am forced to travel more carefully. My battery has also been upgraded, but is currently low. Twenty three percent remaining. I shall be offline within the next eighteen hours." it rolls toward you again slightly. "Rectify."

>Attempt to lure it closer to grab it
>Yell for a guard
>Let it leave
>Other (write in)

>Attempt to lure it closer to grab it

Anybody here?

attempt to lure it closer.

This little punk is all that's standing between us and freedom.

sorry its a little bit of a slow night. just popped in now.

Its shaping up to be a deadly game of cat and also cat.