SEND IN THE CLONES

Grabbing the whistle and datapad from the equipment cart Dave motioned towards the elevator, giving the whistle a quick blast. "Everyone in!" he declared cheerfully, waiting for all his team members to enter before stepping in himself.

With a wink a nod Will-WTN steps into the elevator with his tools.

Oh an elevator! he says as he puts away the flashlight. He grabs his small tool kit and proceeds to enter the elevator.

The multicorder is red and rectangular and has a strap to fit in one hand. there is a lens on one end and a small pop out vid-screen on the other. there is an array of controls and buttons. As Brett-R-WYD inspects the multicorder FRIEND COMPUTER appears on the small screen.

Hello there Recording officer, it looks like you are attempting to access the advanced tint and color functions of your multicorder device is this something that I can assist you with?

The guardbot extrudes a fishing rod-like apparatus from its head. At the end of the rod is a blinding klieg light, which is suspended about three centimeters above Brett-R-WYD's head as he fumbles with the multicorder.

The light turns red

Citizen, What is your security clearance? Are you currently experiencing treasonous thoughts? What was your most recent treasonous act?

"Hello, Friend Computer! No, it's alright, I don't need that function yet. Thanks for giving me this job as Recording Officer! I won't let you down!"


Brett looks up surprised by the sudden questioning by the huge Guardbot.
"Oh! Me? My security clearance is Red. I don't believe I'm thinking of treason. Unless the treason is this song. It sounds nice and all, but the lyrics sounds uncomfortably to be made by commie traitors. But I could be wrong, and I have no taste in the great music that Friend Computer blessed us with! Hooray for Friend Computer! As for recent treasonous act... does screaming loudly when I stubbed my toe counts?"

I start whistling this new catchy song that fills the elevator 🎶Fried like scrambled eggs🎶 like scrambled eggs🎶 like scrambled eggs🎶, an activity that dissipates the previous hint of worry from the elevator's sudden drop. I look at the fishing rod-like apparatus on top of Brett-R-WYD-1 can continue to sing 🎶When they hear our fish selling at 3 credits and traitor muties are splitting just as fast they can🎶. I look at the loyalty officer Will-R-WTN-1 and make a shooting movement 🎶zap, zap, zappy. clean bright clean🎶.

After the jostle Will was quite startled. After composing himself and giving a quick look around "Everyone will do well to forget they heard that song! Focus on the mission and move forward. All hail friend Computer."

🎶hail, hail, hail, the friend Computer.🎶.

The jostle of the elevator nearly interrupted Dave from checking his email, the PDC rapidly tucked back into his pocket as he looked up confusedly at the music. "Surely Friend Computer would not permit unauthorized music to be played over the PA system, and yet the odd music does make one wonder if communists are being permitted to think they have infiltrated the audio systems."

With the blare of the red light he quickly turns to stare at Brett, frowning at his answers. [b]"Frankly Brett, I for one would love a definitive answer to the guardbot's question as to whether you are experiencing treasonous thoughts by clarifying what you think of the music! As I'm sure the guardbot would be quite prepared to do what is necessary should you provide an unsatisfactory answer!"

"Ah! Alright, I meant to say that in regards to the music, I felt that the lyrics imply complaints of the life of a clone. I disagree with its message. I love the semi-immortality being a clone grants me! And I enjoy serving the wise and loving Friend Computer! Not an ounce of treason in me!" After saying this with a nervous smile, Brett attempts to turn on the multicorder.

I turn to that mishap of a clone Brett-R-WYD-1 and point at the lube4tooth paste I gave him before, making a brushing gesture on my teeth. "Clean body, clean thoughts. Clean teeth, fresh breath!"

from the multicorder vidscreen:

I understand. you would like to change the color and tint setting to:

you hear your own recorded voice played back to you: RED

I've made those adjustments for you now. Would you like to also adjust the PICTURE STYLE?

the guard bot's head moves closer to Brett's. The light in it's eyes narrow. Roaries: make a roll against bootlicking. Also roll a d6.

Brett continues to have a big grin as the guard bot's head is just inches away.

The Guard bot leans impossibly close to Brett, you can smell the hot cog lubricant in his vocal simulator.

You are on warning

The elevator continues screeching along.

the muzak continues... I'm an Alpha Complex dandy....

The guardbot turns away slowly from Brett and turns his attention towards Dave-R-EGP the light goes from red to white.

Name and Security Clearance.

As the guard bot turns its attention away, Brett gave the Hygiene Officer a quick nod of thanks before using the lube4tooth. After making sure his teeth are suitably clean, Brett brings the multicorder close to his mouth. "Thank you, Friend Computer. What Picture Styles are available for me to choose from?"