LogFAQs > #974971705

A) Beep affirmatively and continue your job.

You beep affirmatively. However, Sambots kick will be registered in your memory banks. Forever.

Sambot slaps your back. Attaboy! And if you ever HAVE to see me again? Lets hope you wont.



Strangely enough, or perhaps as Sambot said, no other customers came in. Its a mystery how this place stays afloat. The once bright light outside the glass doors is now a moody dark blue shade of night.

Sambot passes by, no longer wearing his uniform but instead wearing a casual jacket and jeans. Good work today, Groog! Keep it up tomorrow! He pushes the intercom button. Blake, lights out.

Sure, whatever, he says before the whole store goes dark.

Sambot waves you off and walks out.

Even in the darkness, your shadow looks overbearing from the ambient light through the doors.

Now that youre technically off shift, you dont have to watch the doors. So you watch the people and robots walking by on the sidewalk outside. Cars whizzing by. Sirens echoing in the distance.

You realize youve been staring for an hour now. And strangely enough, you have yet to see another person that should have walked out those doors too.

You push the intercom and beep.

Some stumbling can be heard in the distant corner, and then a door creaking open. WhaGroog? Is that you? Blake says on the other line.

Beep.

Why havent I gone home yet? Come to the closet. Itll be easier to explain.

And so you mosey to the back corner of the store, where the closet door resides. You knock, as your manners unit is still intact.

Blake opens the door, still in uniform. He flips his long bangs to the side so he can see you clearly. Come on in, man. Uh, is it politically correct to call you man?

Beep.

It doesnt mean anything to you? Gotcha, man.

You step in and see shelves full of cleaning supplies lining the walls. In the middle is a single sleeping bag.

You beep with worry.

Go to my real home? Sadly Groog, real homes are for well-off people. He sits cross-legged on his sleeping bag. This is home for people like me, man. Too many people and robots in the city. Not enough houses. So companies have been offering room and board in their job perks.

He stretches out his arms, but they get impeded by shelves. Hardly any room, if that tells you anything about the rest of the perks. But I definitely get very bored.

Beep.

Man, Id love to leave this shithole. But where else would I go? Every other job that offers room and board sucks as much as this place. I dont make enough to get my own place.

He lies down and stares at the fly hovering around the dim and dirty ceiling light. Im trapped, man.

A) Tell him that sucks, and that youll see him tomorrow.
B) Grab him and bust out for a night around the city.
C) Hand him the hi tech gun and conspire to kill Sambot tomorrow to kick off the anti-robot human-robot uprising.