"So let me get this straight, the guards of Ice Cream Shift Five had a human go rampant and kill a guard. He was then taken to the hospital where he was last patched up, under suspicion that the nurse working there had something to do with it," one robot asked the prison captain.
"That's correct, Warden."
"And you know this because you were the one to pick up the subject in question."
"And last you heard from them, they didn't respond, so you went to the hospital to investigate."
"That's right. After I got the other two slaves on the vehicle and the body of the third and the guard taken care of, I went straight to the hospital."
"When you got there, you found the bodies of the other two guards."
"Their heads were blasted by plasma-based weaponry. Probably a relatively high-caliber plasma pistol of some kind."
"What about the nurse?"
"She wasn't there. However, we got a lead on where the slave ran off to."
"The subways is the most logical choice. A human wouldn't be dumb enough to stay above the surface, where the most eyes are."
"You do have a point. In that case, post a guard at every entrance. Have them report any sightings of the subject to any other unit. Knowing how long humans can last, this one won't be able to get past the station in Prime Zeta."
"Yes, Warden." said the captain as he pinged signals to every Cluster soldier in Prime Beta.
"By the way," the Warden said.
"The more I think about this, the more I feel it has to do with the ARKS."
"Wouldn't be surprising... But of all times, why now?"
"I'm not sure quite yet. We'll have to think on it when we get more information."
The traveling process repeated for the next two stations. It was Delta after Gamma, and finally Epsilon. Philip climbed out of the pit and moved toward the stairs.
"Freeze!" another robotic voice shouted. Whatever the voice was, it had the slight tinge of static, and was otherwise undefinable. It sounded calm, urgent, and angry all at once... somehow. The sun was pretty high and in a position that could blind Philip if he tried to look up at the source of the voice. Philip tripped from surprise and face-planted on the stairs. His forehead was scraped and bled slightly. He wondered why he still had blood if he was still a robot. Despite the pain, Philip kept his position.
He felt himself getting picked up, then a black bag was thrown over his head.
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