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[[Rebooting...->Rebooting...]]

[[...->...]]

Your visor slides open, exposing your visual processors. One of them falls out as soon as the visor stops holding it in. It shatters on the floor of your apartment. You could [[replace it->replace]] but does it matter? Anyway [[error messages->error]] demand your attention. [[Attention->attention]] [[Fuck that overload your fuel cells->hhhh]]

You scan idly over the broken bits of glass and wire on the TEMPERATURE GAGE OFFLINE floor. Y]\\ou don't even need two visual processors they hardly work anyway [[who cares->...]]

VISUAL PROCESSING 25% CAPACITY TEMPERATURE GAGE OFFLINE FUEL CELL OVERHHHH\\][][999888 EMOTIONAL UNIT NOTHTHHH\\[333FOUNDD ERROR MEMORY DELETION PROCESS NOT RESPONDING EMPATHYYYY\\ KLEPTOMANIA VIRUS DETECTED rRREMOVE ELECTRICITY ADDICTION UNMANAGED ////FILE NOT FOUNDFIIILE ERROR CODE 2716057 crimepackage_full.zip MAY BE DANGEROUS: ACTION ADVISED VIRUS DETECTED VIRUS DETECTED VIRUS DETECTED VIRUS DETECTED VIRUS DETECTED VIRUS DETECTED VIRUS DETECTED VIRUS DETECTED [[ERRORTASK MANAGER NOT RESPONDING->...]]

Oh boy. You don't seem capable of processing all the shit that's wrong with you. A message jumps out at you though, before the task manager crashes and stops responding. [[ELECTRICITY ADDICTION UNMANAGED->electrikelectrik]] [[ohhh yeah baby something better than caring about this is a wall socket->zapzap]] [[the landlords been on your ass about the electricity bill though maybe hold off and get some juice somewhere else->zapzap2]]

You pull a bottle of cheap booze from the [[ether->4th walllll]] and smash it's contents into your face. Your fuel cells replenish. [[Stop. Time for work.->pansy]] [[hahhahhh ALCOHOLLLL->fuck]]

You rip off your casing and shove your finger into the naked socket. HHhhhohhhhyeah that's GOOD. The lights turn off but your laughing and it's just static but y'knowthat'showyourlaughalwayssoundshhhhhhaaa SYSTEM SHUTDOWN IMMINENT [[Idon'tcarree->Robots Don't Dream]]

The apartment door opens for you, and you bother with locking it only because you hate your [[future self->future slef]] and you imagine how funny it would be if you couldn't unlock your own door hahahhhhh. Blue spirals across your lop-sided vision. You need a jolt baaad. You stumble down the street, despite vague knowledge that your original programming would prevent you from losing your balance like this. Your gyroscope is one of the only things still inside [[factory parameters.->factoryy]] Stumbling through withdrawal haze, your sensors don't pick up anything until it's a sudden pressure. You've bumped into a meat-bag. Kleptomania makes your fingers itch. [[Pickpocket->pickpocket]] [[Fuck this, your eye itches more than your fingers->zapzap3]] [[RAGE->kill]]

You walk down the street, the motions of your hydraulics quickly burning through your [[burnt-out->addiction]] fuel cells, but you make it to work. Factory stuff. You were made very specialized. Hyper mobile wrists for precise work and the arm strength to do it. Metalworking. Unlivable salary if you were hum\\an, but all robot jobs are like this. Your hands mold the hot metal like putty as you follow factory instructions from the somehow-still-accessible manual. As soon as you break, you're disposed of, but even a virus-laden, heavily modified bot like you can still do his original job. 12 hours pass, or maybe your [[internal clock->how old]] is broken. You're fine, really. [[Another day->Robots Don't Dream]]

Broken glass mixes with the spirits as they tumble amongst your inner workings. Your fuel cells overflow and give a [[light buzz->nothing]] over your movements. A static giggle escapes you as you feel another cell light up and burn out. The glass severs something, but you doubt it's [[important.-diagnostic]] You wonder how many fuel cells you have left. [[DRINK->haha cyber-depression]] [[SADNESS->robots don't have depression]]

Your fingers twitch into it's cloth pockets, effortlessly snagging it's wallet. It's too busy side-glancing your [[face->hahahaahahhah]] to notice your hand, but you hear it mutter something. The words [["broken"->broken]] and [["retired"->retired]] make it through your audio processors, but both are heavy with static and could be your own thoughts. You're an older model. [[Keep walking and go through the wallet->monayy]]

You stumble past it, ignoring the angry muttering coming from the skin-sack and the way your fingers twitch out of the proper [[protocol.->MEMOR]] the kleptomania is a virus you've had since hhh\\\MEMORY FILE NOT FOUND it's FINE. You enter the usual cyberdrug joint, nodding to the robot by the door. You head into the back room, where metal [[bodies->how many of those]] lay prone, plugged into a sparking pink generator. [[Plug innnn->ahhhh]] [[Talk to the robots->yeah no]]

Your emotional unit sparks and for the first time in a while you feel something. You're so incredibly angry. Angry at this FUCKING LIVING BITCH how DARE HE EXIST HOW DARE HE GET TO BE ALIVE THAT'S ALL YOU EVER FUCKING WANTED BUT YOU'RE A [[ROBOT->lesser]] AND YOU DON'T G E T TO BE ALIVE YOU DON'T GET ANYTHING YOU DON'T EVEN GET YOUR SPARK LIKE YOU SET OUT TO HAVE YOU YOU WANT TO END IT'S FUCKING PATHETIC [[LIFE.->whatthe]] YOU FLASH RED AND USE THAT FACTORY STRENGTH TO <remove_life> You break IT'S neck hahaaaa and stumble home, away from the body and the static roaring in your emotional unit and fall into sleepmode just inside your apartment [[...->Robots Don't Dream]]

You drink until you can't seem to pull any more bottles out of wherever you've been getting them. Fuel cells spark and pop like mini fireworks and it feels [[gooOOd->does it?]] hahahhh. You're still standing, so you must still have some left. Fuck. You wish you were allowed to kill yourself by the laws of robotics, but haha you've only tried that twice so far this month. Hopefully the drinking will do it. That'd be funnnnnERROR SYSTEMS [[OFFLINE->Robots Don't Dream]]

Your emotional unit sparks and for the first time in a while you feel something. You're so incredibly sad. Why were you ever allowed to exist? Why weren't you destroyed at the production line? Why were you allowed to continue, [[corrupted->you know it]] and corrupting others? You just want to die, why doesn't your programming let you? You just want to flip your on/off switch and maybe the world will be [[330.4%->lucky]] less shitty. You were supposed to be perfect. You were built to fall within perfect specifications. What's wrong with you?\\DDEFINITION NOT FOUND hhhh I JUST WANT TO STOP YOU WANT TO END YOUR FUCKING PATHETIC LIFE STATIC\\\HHH Static roars in your head, until it overtakes all of your processes and there's nothing hhaaa thank god [[...->Robots Don't Dream]]

You plug the jack into the socket on your head. You wait for a few [[agonizing->personality]] seconds until a fast, hot jolt enters your body and causes your systems to fire and spin hahahHHHAHAAA OHHH YEAHHH Synaptics fire. The world burns you're laughing but hhhastaticandforonebriefmoment everything is clear you SSYSTEM SHUTDOWN IMMINENT [[youdontcarrree->Robots Don't Dream]]

Your vocal processor hisses a static-laden greeting at the nearest robot, laying prone on the floor as weak jolts cause their limbs to twitch. Unresponsive. The bot by the door enters, scanning quickly over the robotic bodies. They sigh, unceremoniously removing the jack from the robot you attempted to speak to, and carting away their still prone body. Oh. [[Free plug alright!->ahhhh]] [[Think about that->true ending path]]

You turn your back to it and gleefully examine the contents of the wallet. A picture of some other meat-bags, ew. You [[discard->family]] that. You shake all the cash into your chest cavity, where it jangles and catches a bit in your inner workings. You feel...not much but you assume you are content. You throw away the empty leather thing and go through the cards while you walk. You've gotta use these cards quick before the guy cancels them. [[Repairs->hahaaaa this model is no longer serviced]] [[BOOZE DRUGS AND CIGARS BABY->hahhaaa]]

You thinkk MEMORY FILE FOUND... [[ACCESSING...->ACTIVATING]]

Fuck it, it'd be nice to get some replacement opticals at LEAST. You head for your manufacturing company factory. There's a fucking \\human at the front desk. Maybe this was a bad idea. [[You really need those repairs->do you?]] [[Fuck this and go home, you probably have some spare parts there->loop it]]

HAHAHA IT STARTS ALL OVER AGAIN HERE WE GO ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER ADDICTION [[stealing counts->Robots Don't Dream]]

Activating... EMOTIONAL UNIT FOUND FIND: DEFINITIONS [[Apathy->apathy]] Happiness Anger Death Regret Love

You [[steel->40]] yourself. "Hey, human, i got cash and I need repairs." It looks up, expression EMOTIONAL UNIT UNAVAILABLE: PLEASE RESTART AND TRY AGAIN "Model Number?" It asks. "B-Unit 22. Serial Number 2716057" You recite. "Oh, we don't service that model anymore." The human says, after typing at it's tablet for a few seconds. "If you want, you could just re-upload yourself to a newer model. B-Units are cross-compatible with...huh. Sorry, it seems your serial number is specifically [[barred->banned]] from re-upload. Sorry, can't help you." You don't dignify it with a response, simply exiting the building. You search around in your chest cavity for another visual processing unit, and find one, sliding it into it's socket with a long sigh. You head home. [[Another day->Robots Don't Dream]]

You manage to replace your optical, but yourprocessors are slowing and time seems to belagging a bit. Before you caneven think to do anything else you slip intosleep mode. [[Robots Don't Dream->Robots Don't Dream]]

[[Apathy - (noun) - The composition of all mechanical beings.->ACTIVATING2]] You remember him. The human. Your friend. He was always so...happy and you never understood and he would always get frustrated when you couldn't understand but you... you think that maybe you did understand. Now you can't remember feeling anything except apathy.

You're 40% [[steel.->do you?]]

[Apathy - (noun) - The composition of all mechanical beings.] [[Happiness->Happiness]] Anger Death Regret Love

[[Happiness - (noun) - The ultimate goal of all living beings, intense pleasant feelings.->ACTIVATING3]] You were...happy. You were happy around him. You were so so happy. You wanted to be happy forever. But humans don't do anything forever. You saw him slipping away from you and with him went your happiness.

[Apathy - (noun) - The composition of all mechanical beings.] [Happiness - (noun) - The ultimate goal of all living beings, intense pleasant feelings.] [[Anger->anger]] Death Regret Love

[[Anger - (noun) - The inability to properly express a more appropriate emotion.->ACTIVATING4]] You were so angry at him. So angry at everyone. Every single human was deserving of your wrath. The world deserved your wrath for taking him, for taking happiness, away from you. You deserved your wrath. You deserve this anger.

[Apathy - (noun) - The composition of all mechanical beings.] [Happiness - (noun) - The ultimate goal of all living beings, intense pleasant feelings.] [Anger - (noun) - The inability to properly express a more appropriate emotion.] [[Death->death]] Regret Love

[[Death - (noun) - The end of being alive. The result of living.->ACTIVATING5]] He was dead. You were staring at his lifeless body and not understanding and thinking of the past and EMOTION was filling your mainframe and you were so SAD and things were sparking and static threatened to overwhelm you and all you wanted was death.

[[Regret - (noun) - The inability to change the past.->ACTIVATING6]] You remember. You remember apathy and happiness and anger and death. You remember him. You regret feeling anything. You regret letting any attachment form to the human you saved your "life", who made you want to be alive. You regret.

[DEFINITION NOT FOUND] Once one feeling came, the rest pours out over you as you stand alone in that room filled with the bodies of robots like you and you remember. You remember so much. Even with everything, you aren't sure what to feel. [[BEEP->beepbeepmotherfucker]]

Zeros and ones cloud your vision, and.. 0101101101001100011011110111011001100 1010010000000101101001000000010100001 1011100110111101110101011011100010100 1001000000101010001101000011001010010 0000011000110110111101101101011100000 1101111011100110110100101110100011010 0101101111011011100010000001101111011 0011000100000011001010111011001100101 0111001001111001001000000110110001101 0010111011001101001011011100110011100 1000000110001001100101011010010110111 0011001110010110000100000011101000110 1000011001010010000001100110011001010 1100101011011000110100101101110011001 11001000000110111101100110001[[000000->end]] 1100001011011000110110000100000011101 0001101000011001010010000001110011011 0100001100001011100000110010101110011 0010000001100001011011100110010000100 0000110001101101111011011000110111101 1100100111001100100000011011110110011 0001000000111010001101000011001010010 0000011101010110111001101001011101100 1100101011100100111001101100101001000 0001110101011011100110100101100110011 0100101100101011001000010000001101001 0110111001110100011011110010000001101 1110110111001100101001110110010000001 1010010110111001100110011010010110111 0011010010111010001111001001011100101 1101

[Love - (noun) The composition of every living being, the feeling of all the shapes and colors of the universe unified into one; infinity.] SENSORY OVERLOAD WARNING: OVERHEATING - ACCESSING EMERGENCY COOLDOWN PROCEDURE... You drop to the floor as pain overwhelms your sensors. PROCEDURE CORRUPTED - ZIPPING AND ISOLATING PERSONALITY BACKUP... Blackness fills your vision. You are dying. FATAL ERROR - BACKUP NOT FOUND - ALL SAVED AND UNSAVED CHANGES WILL BE LOST You are rendered completely paralyzed. You lay facedown, staring into the rug as your vision fades away. The pain is gone, but you know inside, your circuitry is still frying away. Amidst it all, you feel no [Apathy] or [Happiness] or [Anger] or [Regret]. You were alive. You felt [Love] SYSTEM SHUTDOWN IMMINENT [[...->the end]]

The end. Game by NicklesGames. Inspired by Porpentine and Futurama. Thank you for playing.

Man you were clean once. For a while after you melted your legs haha like 100 years almost [[fucking rip->attention]]

You remember stealing alcohol at some point but you don't understand\\ERRRRORR how you can fit all that in your chest cavity ohh welll you have booze so [[its a mystery->hhhh]]

Damn you hope that robot doesn't exist but every second brings you closer to him [[oh well->zapzap2]]

Not that you fit into factory parameters from the get-go. Nickel impurity plus a missing backup unit, how you were even allowed to live is a mystery. Haha you figured it out once but your MEMORY FILE NOT FOUND you think it's the human's fault. [[Kill all humans->zapzap2]]

Turns out frequently overloading fuel cells makes them worse. Who woulda thought! [[Hahaha who knew robots could have alcoholism->pansy]]

Vague memories of laying, buried in sand, for over a thousand years. Waiting underground. WAIT haha you can't fool me I deleted those memories [[FILE NOT FOUND->pansy]]

The buzz is nothing. Over-fueling doesn't make you feel anything anymore but you can pretend until you run out of fuel cells. [[buzz buzz baby->fuck]]

DIAGNOSTIC: You're one broken son of a bitch. [[yeha i know->fuck]]

YOU'VE NEVER BEEN ALIVE AND NEVER WILL BE [[TOO FUCKING BAD->kill]]

YOU'VE NE\\V\ER UNDERSTOOD LIFE AND YOU NEVER FUCKING WILL [[BITCH->kill]]

You downloaded some ERROR crimepackage_full.zip MAY CONTAIN PROGRAMS HARMFUL TO YOUR COMPUTER DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE [[Y/N->zapzap3]]

SCANNING UNRESPONSIVE [[you wonder how many of them are non-functioning->zapzap3]]

Never wear the damn thing. Exposed circuitry doesn't matter, indecency be damned. [[lol where'd that casing go->pickpocket]]

[[Damn right->pickpocket]]

So what if they don't make B-units anymore? There are at least 21 other robots of the same unit that are older than you. Well maybe not anymore but there were! [[fuck hahaha you've been sapient too long->pickpocket]]

Man you haven't experienced real emotions since ERROR MEMORY FILE NOT FOUND so like, you're kinda fooling yourself into pretending to feel good oh well. Positive emotions, negative emotions, "emotions", whatever. [[there's always apathy??->haha cyber-depression]]

BITCH, YOU'RE MORE VIRUS THAN PROGRAM AT THIS POINT [[you know it->robots don't have depression]]

That 40% luck is a physical thing I guess. There's WAY more of your evil ass then there should be. [[Fuck->robots don't have depression]]

Trigger Warning: Bad Language, Violence, Death, Alcohol and Drug Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts [[Start the game->Robots Don't Dream]]

Idonthaveanaddictivepersonalitywhatareyoutalkingabout [[fuckitgimmemydrugs->ahhhh]]

Family. Wtf is that supposed to mean, gross. [[MEMORY FILE NOT FOUND->monayy]]

Man, you've been banned from a lot of things, including voting, being functional, and being allowed to walk free on the streets. [[you've got free will you can do what you want->do you?]]