Broken hunger
Think, Silverman, think about it,you mutter to yourself. One thing is clear, the robot has been here 3,000 without going Boom. So it can not be a time-triggered bomb.
The humming clicking seems coming from the head.
"Of course," you shout. "I was being so fucking foolish." Indeed, you are secure that the behavioural chip is placed on the top robot head to allow exit tweak. So at the moment, you were about to pressure that button you would have been assassinated.
Now, How would you eradicate the bomb in a closed room with you inside?
Breathing just becomes too tough time, even if you just look around, it seems as the entire room is shrinking.
I feel jailed... I need to get out of here... I need to.Your own sweating makes you feel greasy and uncomfortable. You are striding, wandering mindlessly until... You see that in the pile of old broken down small pieces of robots there is a small electric drill with a white fluffy cotton broach with a severed handle it was clearly an old robot extension.
You just act and press the drill that even after all those thousands of years still working making a funny hydraulic pumping noise you use it in the Robot head and see inside the pressure plate trigger. Though for your own sanity the cotton broach is being able to switch off the robot but soft enough to not trigger the plate.
You disengage the two robot arms with a triumphant scream. You will have your weapons!.
The humming clicking seems coming from the head.
"Of course," you shout. "I was being so fucking foolish." Indeed, you are secure that the behavioural chip is placed on the top robot head to allow exit tweak. So at the moment, you were about to pressure that button you would have been assassinated.
Now, How would you eradicate the bomb in a closed room with you inside?
Breathing just becomes too tough time, even if you just look around, it seems as the entire room is shrinking.
I feel jailed... I need to get out of here... I need to.Your own sweating makes you feel greasy and uncomfortable. You are striding, wandering mindlessly until... You see that in the pile of old broken down small pieces of robots there is a small electric drill with a white fluffy cotton broach with a severed handle it was clearly an old robot extension.
You just act and press the drill that even after all those thousands of years still working making a funny hydraulic pumping noise you use it in the Robot head and see inside the pressure plate trigger. Though for your own sanity the cotton broach is being able to switch off the robot but soft enough to not trigger the plate.
You disengage the two robot arms with a triumphant scream. You will have your weapons!.