《Not Made for Peace, Not Built for War》 The World Calls for Wet Work System Update in Progress.... Please Wait System Update Completed... New Functions Available New Mission Added: Repair Yourself New Mission Added: Ain''t that a Kick in the Head Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. > Visit the Rusting Rut
Mission Updated > Visit the Rusting Rut Interface added: Map Shows a 2D render of the top down view of a premise based on visual and memory input Internet Connected ''This must really be the future. Even a nightclub is using an enterprise portal for their business''. Humans Never Change
Looking through the information on the Enterprise Portal for the night club, John was trying to see what other information he can glean from his employment records. He scrolls through the list of models in the Rusting Rut, going to their list of most popular droids in the club before opening the entry for ''FSED-14''.
''Ah... So that''s why they were calling me Effie... A name that rolls off the tongue from FSED, I guess'' he thinks, referring to the human managers and a handful of autonomous sex droids within the club.
His droid body seems to support a wide variety of functions, including voice modulation, breast size and butt size changes, and something he was quite self-conscious about... capability to create bodily fluid.
While sorting through the previous recordings within his new droid-memory, John recognizes someone that was frequently told be the IT team within the club. He recalls the young man as having a messy heavy stubby upon his face. The heavy eyebags on his face clearly shows that the man is overworked, constantly tired, not having the time to take care of himself despite being in a workplace where he can get multiple bitches. His employment record is not searchable by Effie''s credentials, but he has heard him being referred to as "Alex" by some other coworkers.
He isolates the voice of the main from some of the videos within his storage, to be used as samples for him to emulate. His voice module being able to support a wide array of voices to be used for roleplay with his clients. Some prefer a more soothing deeper voices, while some prefer the younger, higher pitched variety.
Initially, it was limited to only being able to emulate woman''s voices but over time, the support grew to even be able to emulate male voices as a way to emulate trans people inside of roleplays.
He doesn''t stop there, going further to even trying to see if this man has any quirks that can make his attack more believable. He has heard in his recordings with the man in the background that the man is prone to losing his credentials a few times now so, it wouldn''t be that unbelievable if he were to ''happen'' to lose it again this time.
But aside from that, there''s not much he can go off on. He didn''t work too closely with the guy, being in customer service after all so, there''s no way for him to know about any other security measures like second verification, or even fingerprint verification being used for the club.
''Here goes...'' he whispers to himself, beginning the phone call to the security office, having gotten that from the employee''s directory app. The phone call being done internally through his droid system, apparently being a function that almost all droids have even if they did not require
Most night clubs won''t bother going the full mile when it comes to security. The data they gather wouldn''t be substantial enough that they are at risks of being targets of cybercrimes. While being licensed and regulated by the government, he doubts that security compliance will be the top of the list of priorities set by the owners of such establishments.
The phone rings while John waits in a fake bated breath for the security guard to pick up. As soon as the phone picks, John immediately sets the voice of Effie to emulate that of Alex, using some of his stuttering quirks along as well...
"Uh... Hey, Alex here. An-anyone there?"
A sigh is heard over the line. That could be an indication that his deception is working at the moment.
"Yeah, Alex. Mark here. What do you want?"
"Uh... Yeah. Dude. So, that sex droid thing that happened a few days ago? Remember that? Well, uhh... Some dudes from RedDroid are doing an investigation into our claims so, we gotta hand them some cctv recordings" This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.
"Uh-huh? So? Give them?"
"Well... Thing is... I kinda forgot my credentials. I think I accidentally changed them a few nights ago-"
The security man, Mark, laughs over him as he continues.
"Yeah! I remember. You were something alright. Well, you know I can''t give you login credentials, right? And what happened to your phone? Can''t you use that to reset your credentials?"
Ah... Looks like phones are still a norm abouts 150 years in the future. John feels himself in disbelief of the face that smartphones are still in use, but he continues, playing it off.
" Sighs I forgot my phone at home today. Look - can''t you just hand me a temp login? Just for the cameras? This one is urgent. I kinda forgot they asked it last night and we might get in hot water if we don''t give them quickly."
"There we go again, amnesiac Alex..." Mark sighs to himself before going over monotonously, "Right... Over to the admin portal... Generate temp login... Add camera view permissions"
He continues, "Alright. Here you go... A1231. Password FGH1234. All capitals"
"Fake breath of relief Thanks, Mark. You''re a life saver!" He says, logging onto the security portal application, seeing only the camera feed option available.
He sets a screensaver while he browses through the incident that leads him to his current predicament. What happen to Effie that led her to being in the dumps and him in her body?
He zooms through the recording for the past few days before finding the last recording of Effie. That being her body, limp as it is being carried out from a backstage room. Not just any backstage room, one for VIPs. He sees two guys who are standing outside the room suddenly entering and leave the room with her. Subsequently after them came a third guy, his facial recognition immediately firing.
''Hans Frederick, CTO of HumanGheist - the company involved with military droids technolgy'' he thinks to himself in his mind as he wonders over what could have happened inside the room itself. It''s such a shame that there''s no cameras within the room.
He was sitting, slouching over the wall of the club, a bit further from the door as the whole event unfolded today. He glances at the time on his visual interface, looks like the club is about to open soon.
The only clue he has on what happened is that it might be related to a CTO of a military droid company. The clicking noise and the dull throbbing pain from the back of his head still persists.
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Mission: Ain''t that a Kick in the Head > Investigate what leads to yourself being dumped (literally) > Visit the Rusting Rut > Find a way to infiltrate the Rusting Rut > Investigate Hans Frederick Effie was a high-end droid. As such, she had always received the repair and maintenance from the manager of the clubs itself. Never has she perform repairs on her own. So, John swallows his pride as he realizes that his next step might not be what he wanted but what is best for him.
He steps back into the club, with wobbly steps, and janky movements from the damages in his joints. Stepping into the cold air within the clubs, the beat from the front of the clubs beating loudly, vibrating against the walls of the premise. The security guard that he just fooled put up his phone again at the sight of him, his eyes widened at her state.
Suddenly, the door to the owner''s room swings open as a man, blonde with a mohawk. Incredibly thin too, indistinguishable from a cock. The chicken head, bops his head up at the unsightly sight of him, his arms wide open.
"Oooh... Darling! You''re back!" he rushes towards John. John recognizes from Effie that this man, Hahn Vater, as the owner of the small, medium enterprise that is the Rusting Rut club. He must''ve been the one that brought Effie, and he remembers him being the one that typically fixes her as well.
"Oh!" he says, covering his nose at her dumpster smell, "You smell! And what happened to your head, darling?!"
"Ah! That man is definitely banned! Banned I say from this club!" he begins shouting in anger, miming himself beating someone up in the distance, "I don''t care that''s the CTO! Nobody touches my items and gets away with it!"
He walks up to him again, "But worry not! I''ll get you fixed and ready for work again in no time!"
Effie doesn''t normally react to the words of the owners so, John doesn''t either. Hahn begins pulling John towards one of the rooms in the back, the smell of oil hitting his olfactory senses. He sits John down, taking a look at the hole in the back of the droid''s head and welches, throwing his head forward.
"Darling! There''s... cockroaches in here!" he says in disgust, "My goodness! Where have you been?!"
With some tools, he begins to softly pull on the carcasses of the cockroaches living in the hole behind his head. His system notifying him of a change within his body.
Temperature returning to normal - Power saving mode deactivated Not Your Kind of People
John found himself working the night club again, having had the hole in the back of his head covered up. Unfortunately, some damages still persists, namely his lowered RAM capacity means that he will not be able to perform as much on the feet thinking, running multiple tools at the same time.
He sighs internally as he stands in a glass tube, letting his automated dance routing work, despite his janky and wobbly movements in an attempt customers. He''s glad he''s able to get some of the damages on Effie fixed.
He feels satisfied that the clicking and throbbing at the back of his head finally subsides but he still grumbles at the thought of having to work "customer service" for the rest of his life.
''And I was grumbling about officer''s work... What I would give to return to that life'' he thought grimly to himself, letting his droid body work itself lankly through the pulse and rhythm of the night club. He felt numb to the whole ordeal, the whole reincarnation thing still hadn''t settled within his consciousness as he stares at the visual interface in front of him, feeling alienated and pulled away from his own senses.
Such was the night as he stares blankly at the swaying of the audience, the pulsing of the songs permeating into the very glass tube that he stands in, and the random Brownian motion of the crowd. He does not have the required RAM capacity to do anything else, to perform file searching or to open Effie''s previous recordings and he''s sure as hell isn''t going to start manually dancing just to do that!
The few people that approach his tube, grimace and sneers at her sight - the dirt and clump of mess upon his synthetic skin still visible, a clear bold spot prominent on the back of her head. Things that Hahns Vater has promised to fix later as he has other matters to attend to on the club tonight.
They look at her for less than a second, the contents of their conversation underneath their breath clear.
''Such a shame... It''s a higher end model too''
Then - in the middle of his shift, two people stood out from the middle of the crowd. They cut into the crowd as opposed to the random bumping and crisscross motion of a typical night club goer. He continues dancing for a few moments, not wanting to break his current "Concealment" among the wave of sex droids in the establishment.
When they are close enough, John breaks his dance protocol and stood still for a few moments, running his facial identification onto the two club goers. The scan took a few seconds, John still hiding through his manual, awkward dancing in the glass tube.
Senior Sub-Inspector Piero Listo - Detective of the Horous Militia le Citizen - His facial recognition system pings him. No social media presence.
Constable Hosoi Sen - Newly recruited into Horous Militia le Citizen - His facial recognition pings him for the second person. This one has a social media presence at least, with his latest post talking about how he has ordered to by the citizen militia to reduce his posting online.
They cut across to the... Bar of the night club?
John has resume his automated dance routine as he stares at the activity of the pair, the younger new recruit seeming unconfident and out of his depths as the senior of the two begin to chug a drink he ordered from the bar down in a single gulp.
He saw Piero Listo with his dirty brown duster, the logo of the HMC emblazoned on his back, as he pulls the bartender droid by his collar. His partner begins to pull on his arm, trying to deescalate the situation. Luckily, the senior listens to reason as he pulls his arm back and they walk quickly towards the back of the club, passing by him. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!
Then, they disappear from his view, he hears the scuffle from the backrooms, an argument between the police and them.
"Hold up! You can just waltz in here, dearies" he hears the telltale voice of his manager.
"Horous Militia le Citizen business, sir" says a sharper, younger voice from the back, sounding like a whisper in the glass tube of his.
"W-well, do you have a warrant?"
"Huh?" now came a rougher, deeper sounding voice, "Hic! Well, can''t you make an exception for us, it''s... We''re investigating this for you own good, you see? Hic! Heard there''s a scuffle between a droid here and a VIP a few days back..."
His voice slurring, clearly inebriated.
"There''s also the reported impersonation that occurred this evening," says the younger voice again, "Is it possible for us to talk and discuss this privately? I promise it wouldn''t take long. Let''s just... Get this out of our hair as quickly as possible alright?
"Aww... I was more than happy to talk this out publicly, you know?" says the rougher voice again.
"There''s no need for that, gentlemen... Come into my office. Let''s talk there." says Hahn Vater.
Inside, John was stammering.
''They''ve already discovered my deception and reported it to the authorities?!'' he says inside, he feels his soul squirming although externally, he was dancing his body away.
They''ve come back roughly half an hour later, with Hahn Vater leading the two detectives towards him. They stand in front of John, where he can see the two detectives a lot more clearly than within the crowd.
"So, this is it? VIP''s got some messed up taste" comments Piero Listo. His mutton chops stand exceptionally from his messy stubble.
Compared to the Alex that he impersonated, his stubble are a lot more controlled. His faint red eyes glow within the dimness of the club, the occasional neon spotlighting his features. Dirty blonde hair, with dark brown roots, dyed, but not recently. They sway chaotically, knotting and pointing outwards at the edges. His dark brown duster, covering a Hawaii t-shirt, with a most hideous tie, a mesh of colors like a cotemporary painting.
His partner on the other hand, clean shaven, combed straight hair, all naturally blond. He stands tall, upright with a perfect posture while his partner stands swaying, and his posture hunched up. He wears a vest with the HMC logo on it, white shirt underneath and slacks.
"Well, the damages were reported to come from the VIP himself as per the security camera recordings" says Hosoi Sen, with his hands behind his back as he stares and clinically examines the droid in front of him. "Quite the grievous wounds too"
"Lookss like she''s doing the robo dance. No wonder it''s so quiet around ''ere" says Piero while slurring, as he nudges the manager forward, "Unlock it for us"
"Look... I already asked her about what happened with the VIP" urges Hahn Vater, as he places his hand on the tube, unlocking it, "And she has never lied to me. Not even once!"
As the door unlocks, John follows the script set by Effie on greeting a customer. He wraps his arms around Piero, smelling the scent of booze mixed alcohol, cheerfully whispering to him.
"My... What a handsome man you are! Care to give me a good night?"
John stares intently at the man in front of him, getting a better look at his feature. Crooked Bulbous red nose and flushed cheeks from drinking. His eyes dazed and unfocused as he seems to stare off into the distance, as his mouth extends into a wide, awkward smile. The duality of his feature make them seem forced or even, crooked.
"Hic! Maybe? I''m not sure if you can withstand the power of Electrohead! Hic!" says Piero, looming all over her as he pushes Effie away, "Hic! You sure this is a droid, Hossy? Coulda fooled me! Hic!"
"Uh... Yes. She is the latest in the lines of droids from RedDroid," comments Hosoi Sen, who was scratching his head, "And can you please not call me that? Especially not in front of a witness?"
"Right. First, my name is Detective Alonso de Caprione! And this is my partner, Hosoi Sen" says the messy detective again, grinning and beaming with pride, "We''re the powerhouse detective duo of the Ghrest city! They call me... The Electrohead detective"
Um... No. You''re not.
"Now, gentlemen. Why don''t we go over to the room of the incident? Mr. de Caprione... Mr. Sen. Come with me" says Hahn Vater.
Mr. Pimp, please don''t tell me you''re tricked by such a stupid lie...
They were ushered by Hahn Vater into a the VIP room where Effie was assaulted at. John couldn''t help but noticed how sharply Piero''s eyes hawk over the room. Hosoi takes him out of his reverie as he takes her to the side, sitting on a chair before he whips out his phone.
"Alright, Effie. Was it? We''re going to do a quick scan. Please remain seated. This will take a while