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Trial and Error 3/?
Date: 2016-02-26 10:33 am (UTC)“Let’s discuss this... in private,” he said as nonchalantly as he could, hoping came out with as little innuendo as a pimp could say that phrase with.
He hopped over the bar to lead them upstairs, something he never did during business hours unless there was an emergency. The courier followed him closely, with the robot slowly trundling after them. He could now see why the delivery boy left the delivery behind now; a little credibility to that as least. He wanted to let himself get a little more hopeful again, but the situation was still bordering on the “too good to be true” side; he felt like he couldn’t set aside his suspicions just yet. Not without some confirmation. He closed the door of the empty room behind them and nodded. Yes, that’s definitely sound reasoning, James reassured himself as the lock clicked like a metallic wink.
Turning back to face the other two, he realized the protectron’s frame was far more imposing up close like this. His insides fluttered a bit somewhere between fear and desire.
“Please assume the position,” it repeated, and was starting to sound like a threat. James knew the various models of protectrons somewhat, he always admired their sleek RobCo design and bold, hard edges for one thing, but he was also well aware that they packed some pretty powerful armaments and defenses.
His suspicions started to turn into a legitimate concern; had his personal desires let himself get duped? He knew the kid was poor and desperate for caps, but he had assumed the desire to up his reputation in Freeside - something casino owner James Garrett could provide him - was more important at the time. He wouldn’t try to kill him with a robot, would he? A rewired protectron, with its laser weapons and brute strength could easily do that and so, so much more...
Once again, fear and desire. He tried to brush it off and remain serious about the situation, watching the protectron intently. Even if he was safe from being killed, there was still the chance of blackmail or some other kind of extortion. The Garretts had seen their share of roughness from Freeside alone, so that could very well be a possibility. He reached for the small revolver in his suit as reassurance but his elbow unexpectedly bumps into the boy, troublingly close behind him for a reason James didn’t know. He panicked and spun around, gun in hand.
“What are you trying to pull, kid?!” He shouted in alarm as the kid stumbled back, eyes wide in surprise.
“Wha-?! Nothing!! It’s.. It’s programmed to respond to your command already...!”
The robot whirred in response. “I am programmed for your pleasure.”
His hold on his gun faltered slightly, burning at the reminder. “Kid, if this is some childish prank-” he warned, and the courier’s face darkened again.
“I’m not a kid… Jeez, why won’t believe me.” Ah. Don’t say that, that changes things a bit. The thought flashed through James’ head before he could stop it; one more mental barrier was about to coming down when James saw the kid’s hand hovering over a holstered weapon at his side.
“Not a kid, huh. You look pretty young to me. Young enough to assume you could pull a fast one on me. You’re serious that this thing’s been rewired into a ...sexbot?” The protectron seemed to loom above the tense situation as if waiting for a cue.
“I’m not trying to-” he sighed loudly in frustration. “I’m almost twenty! I’m not pulling a prank, I’m.. I’m trying to sell you a bot, man! I’m not looking for a fight!” His tone was convincingly exasperated but his posture and twitching fingers were projecting a more serious attitude.
Later, James would probably conclude that deep down he had already known by that time the situation was safe for him, and that he must have purposely escalated things as an excuse to turn it into a scenario he may or may not have already fantasized about.