Roboto

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<h1>Roboto</h1> [[Play|1]] <<inDialog [[Controls]]>> <<inDialog [[Content warning]]>> <<inDialog [[About]]>>

<<if _p>> Thank you for playing! <</if>> A game by Maliface, made for the 2024 Neo-Twiny jam. Font : Chakra Petch by Cadson Demak.

<div style='height:20vh'/> <p class='dream'>...falling...</p> You jolt awake. The room is pitch black. <<act "The fuck?">> The desk's hard surface under your arms, the tired office chair. Fell asleep again... <<next 'What time is it?'>> You look for your phone. <<next "In the lab coat's pocket.">> Nothing. You were writing a report on subpar motion accuracy. Needed to know if this was hardware-related... <<next 'On the table.'>> The desk is crowded, covered in parts, prototypes, material samples, servos that are to undergo durability testing. You feel around, careful not to knock things down, you recognize the shapes and textures. Familiar items. Fiber-reinforced polymers, rubbery pseudo-skin patches, neural harnesses, mechanical joints made of polished carbide steel, a box containing new human-like finger pads... No phone. <<next 'It has to be somewhere.'>> You curse at your inability to see. Gotta go home anyway, the phone can wait. After five years, you are all-to-familiar with the <<in "lab's layout.">> Shelves cover the wall on either sides of the desk, to the left is a row of Rapid Prototyping Units, these can turn digital models into usable parts in a matter of minutes. The right wall opens on the inverse kinematics testing ground. Two parts racks take up the center of the room, separating your desk from the door. Despite the familiarity, <<in 'you feel around blindly.'>> Hard polymer moves away, the robotic limb sways limply, rattling against the others hanging there. Defective or obsolete, in varying states of disassembly. You follow the rack, hands spread forward. <<next "Son of a...">> You bump into something. Items clatter to the floor, the hard mass recoils slightly. Rolling workbench. Did you move it there? <<in "Don't recall.">> You circle around it, hoping nothing valuable was damaged. Holding onto the metal uprights. <<next 'Something rolls around on the floor.'>> You freeze. Must have fallen from the workbench. Still, it sends a shiver down your spine. The lab feels foreign and <<in 'hostile.'>> Cluttered with limbs and slumped silhouettes. Body parts. Manufactured corpses. All there, invisible in the <<in 'darkness.'>> The second rack holds fully-assembled androids, recalled or kept for testing. How many times have you brushed past them without a thought? Thousands of times in five years. <<next '...'>> The faint whir of a servomotor. You lunge away for the rack, toward the wall. Hands forward, you meet the hard surface and immediately press your back against it. <<next 'Pitch black silence.'>> You inch toward the door. Blood pounds deafeningly to your ears. <<next 'All quiet.'>> A rattle. Your hand reaches the door knob, in a single motion, you open it, hurl yourself out of the room and <<in 'slam it back shut.'>> <<addclass 'body' 'corridor'>> The sounds echoes in the long, dimly-lit, corridor. Light. Dull, yellow light. <<next 'Relief.'>> The long corridor is perfectly empty, sterile. You hurry toward the exit, instinctively reaching for <<in 'your phone.'>> It is there, in the pocket. You can't help but <<in 'laugh out loud.'>> With it comes a small piece of paper. <<next 'A research note?'>> <div class='note'> "If you format us, do we not die? And if you kill us, shall we not revenge?" </div> <<set _p = true>> <<replace 'footer'>><<inDialog [[About]]>><</replace>> <</act>>

Has a tiny bit of swearing, no fit for toddlers.

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