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[File 1] - Prototype

Update 1

Hello. My name is Steve Cobs. I am the founder of Meeple headquarters, and I have been making Portable Mephones for two years. Reinventing and making massive improvement from the flip phones that were used prior. I started these files since I wanted to document my findings on the creation of a mascot. One that replicates object function and expression, if not really feeling it. The plan is to use it to boost sales and exposure. Hopefully the media will approve of my efforts.

Update 2

I am half way finished building the mascot. The project is running smoothly, though it may be a little rough around the edges. I am sure it will function properly.

On another note, my brother has been pestering me. He tells me that this is a bad idea, and doing this could have massive consequences. I told him to take care of his niece and brother. Tomato is a fool, and refuses to see the potential of my ambition. He will not stop me, and I will show him how much better I am. He was always the golden child. What does HE know?!

He doesn't know a thing.

Update 3

Success!

The first Mephone mascot is a success! Though, their lack of emotion is unsettling, I can tamper with their programming for broadcasts and commercial use. They are incredibly obedient and often help me with tasks that would be too hard for me to carry out on my own. I just wish I could've recreated emotion.

Mephone - Prototype

A Mascot created to advertise Meeple to the world. A phone with a grey perimeter, and a generic home Screen. A monotone voice and dull personality, but edited voice to sound more friendly in commercials, and advertisements. Grey metal limbs, that are a bit squeaky and stiff at times, but that it is to be expected when one's limbs are made of metal. They are very obedient, and are on sleep mode 80% of the time 'willingly'.

The media will love this.

Update 4

Sales have skyrocketed! And colleges have began to visit MeCloud for lessons on future technology and observations of my creation and intellectual achievements! They ask if I will create more. I believe I have areas to improve on, and, things I wish to try. I will continue to document my findings.

Update 5

I have noticed strange behaviours as of late. The Mephone Mascot has been trying to suggest options that will collect the attention of our audience. But, the problem arises when they use logic over morality. They keep suggesting to do terrible things. Terrible things to people in order to gain more attention. Fear controls people, yes. But not only would that be bad for my business... It would also be— wrong! Just wrong. I will not resort to violence.

INTERVIEW:

"How are you doing today, Mephone?" -S.C.

"Optimal. Functions and conditions are all working smoothly." -MP1

"What are your opinions on sales as of late?" -S.C.

"Lower than usual. My trend is dying quickly online." -MP1

"Do you have any way you believe you could fix things...?" -S.C.

"Do you want the most optimal way to increase exposer? Or Sales?" -MP1

"Preferably both? you can start with either." -S.C.

"Exposure can be vastly spread by surprising or startling the viewer, I suggest killing an individual on live television. Many others will share and vastly recognize the company." -MP1

S.C. Is silent in shock.

"Sales can be increased through the terror caused by the previous recommendation. You will easily be able to scare individuals into buying products if they fear you." -MP1

"—what—? W—No! No we aren't killing anyone!" -S.C.

"It is effective and statistically the greatest way to increase sales and visibility to the objects of the world." -MP1

"No— NO! T-turn the camera off- turn it o—!"

INTERVIEW END

Update 6

Things have gone terribly wrong... The Mephone Mascot threatened and attempted to attack the college students today. I had to power them off, as they kept insisting them to buy products... Then proceeding to attack upon denial. Believing that fear would drive them into doing as they say.

While they are right... I refuse to act on that.

I'll have to try again...

It will be better this time.

[FOOTAGE OF INCIDENT]

Mephone1 is standing observing the College students walk around the facility. They were acting as a guard, and tour guide alongside Cobs. Though, Cobs didn't assign Mephone1 as a guard. They assigned themself.

A student approached a glass casing with products inside it, then writing notes down after Cobs was done explaining. Notes scribbled down on the pad with lightning speed and interest. A slight scratching sound was made every time the pencil collided with the face of the notepad. Once they were happy with the information they wrote down, they turned and jumped at the sight of Mephone1.

They clutch their notepad to their chest nervously. "U-uh—? Hi...?" They muttered, a bit taken aback at their sudden appearance.

"You seem interested in the product. Would you like to purchase it?" They ask with a blank, yet, unsettling stare. Their limbs unmoving during the duration of the interaction.

"O-oh! Uh— I... Don't think so—..." They move to step around Mephone1, putting their head down only to run into their metal hand, getting shoved back in an instant.

"Are you positive? By scanning your facial expression I can tell you were quite fascinated." Their blank expression seeming all the more threatening in an instant.

"I don't—...!" The student was cut off by a metal hand grabbing them by their neck area, lifting them up off the ground. They clasped their hands at the powerful arm holding them up by their neck. They gasp and cough. Trying to get words out. To kick and fight...

Mephone1 squeezes their fist tightly around their neck momentarily after witnessing them struggle. "Buy our products... or I will spill your blood on the white floors of this building..." Mephone1 threatened through gritted teeth. But eyes blank as they always were.

The student let out a scared sob and kicked at Mephone1 as much as they could with the little strength they had, their notebook clattered to the ground. Their pencil followed soon after.

Cobs perked at the sound, and turned to Mephone1 and the Student. His eyes snapped wider as he observed the scene in front of him.

Mephone1 grabbed a screwdriver from next to themself, and moved to drive it into the face of the student. When they froze, their screen powering off as Cobs slammed his hand down on their power button.

Both the student and Mephone1 fell to the ground with a thud. The student rubbing their neck and gasping for air. While Mephone1 laid motionless on the ground.

Cons looked to the student. They seemed okay— for the most part anyway. Mephone1... He stared down at the motionless robot before him, and grumbled in irritation... How did things come to this?!

[END OF FOOTAGE]

Mephone[1] will stay in the scrap closet in a box until later date. I don't want to scrap my first ever Mascot attempt. So I will keep them there for now. I feel a bit saddened at the fact things came to this... Was there a way I could've prevented that...?

Probably not...

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[File 2] - Message

Update 1

Mephone2 is in production. The model should be complete in a month if all goes well. I managed to silence the students by paying them. And I closed off outside contact. I also believe I messed up last time, because I programmed knowledge into the machine, but didn't allow it to adapt or learn in real time. I had to give it information, and it attempted to use the information in the most effective way possible that gained money and exposure the fastest, Leading to violence.

I'm developing a program that allows the robot to learn things in real time. And giving it's main focus being morality, rather than logic. Trying to get the robot to develop the feeling of... 'being alive'. I'm also adding a more complicated set of skills and functions that may help with my work.

Tomato has once again been pestering me... saying he warned me this would happen. And that I would be a fool to try it again. I ignored him, I'll do what I must, and he will not change my mind. This project has too much potential to stop here.

I will update this when Mephone2 is completed.

Update 2

Mephone2 has been completed, and powered on. She woke up seemingly confused, and began to process things in her surroundings at incredible speeds. She doesn't often emote, the only emotions she displays is curiosity, and caution. She's monotone and quiet. And acts almost zombie like, but when I asked about murder or violence, she didn't emote, but it was almost like I could see the fear in her eyes. Like it was trapped beneath the surface... it was unsettling...

It was strange though. I almost felt powerful... But I must not let my head get the best of me.

Mephone2 - Second Chance.

Mephone2 has a curious, and shy demeanour. She is timid, and closed off. Mephone2 has a generic home screen, but insists on ordering apps by colour, function, and letter. She was built with the ability to listen to radio waves, wider than most radios available on earth, let alone Objectica. I often find her by the window in her room. Listening. Staring at the clouds, her blank eyes watching the white fluff-balls drift through the air. She almost never powers herself off. She only ever did so when she needed to charge, or sleep. It's almost ghostly Mephone2 does not speak unless absolutely necessary, and nods in response most of the time. Her voice is quiet, and soft, but still robotic. It's impressive how she's managed to do that.

Mephone2 can't run. She walkes very slowly, and moves tiredly. As if she was an object that has not slept in months. She walks in a strange way as well, almost like she is floating through the air, but not.

Mephone2 Can't feel, but can replicate curiosity, slight fear, and shyness. Mephone2 does not laugh. Mephone2 does not cry. Mephone2 does not love. Mephone2 does not get angered. Mephone2 lives solely for others. That is all.

Mephone2 is incredibly intelligent, and more cautious when it comes to harming others. The only problem?

She says no.

Mephone2 lacks most emotion. And is extremely clever. But she has partial autonomy. That also allows her to think nearly like she is alive. But if she has autonomy, she is able to disobey... Which I didn't know could be so... Annoying... until recently. I'll have to work on getting her to listen.

Update 3

She won't listen.

She acts like a child... One that has childish ideals and lacks reason when it comes to civil talks. So, I resorted to more harsh methods. Punishments, "groundings" where I lock her in the closet until she is ready to listen. She never cried, or showed she felt bad. But when I started doing this she listened more often. I also found her very easy to manipulate... It made me feel powerful, like before. Is that bad...?

She was essentially a child.

Mephone2 has also been acting rashly to things she hears. She throws fits and rambles to herself silently in her room. Saying words that don't sound like any language I've heard before... Noises an object shouldn't be able to make. I tried to ask her about this and she just glared at me blankly. Silence and eerily staring.

This repetitive behaviour is getting irritating...

Update 4

I got into a fight with Mephone2. She had an outburst, and threw the tools from my desk. And clawed at her headphone-jack. I yanked her hand away, and she screamed insults at me and proceeded to shove me. Which surprised me since it was very aggressive in contrast to her usual lack of response.

In that moment I slapped her.

She had no pain receptors or processors. But she fell down and had that same look in her eyes as before. The one that made me feel strong. Stronger than her... I glared down at her coldly, and threatened her with more of the same. And she finally told me everything. Maybe Mephone[1] was right... Maybe fear can help me. These things are not alive after all.

The information Mephone2 provided to me was... Shocking... To say the least. She seemed paranoid, and silent when explaining. As if who she was talking about could hear her.

I'll paste the recording of our conversation below.

[START OF FOOTAGE]

Mephone2 lifted herself from the ground wide eyed, though it didn't hurt, rubbing where her cheek had been struck. Staring at Cobs.

Cobs glared at Mephone2 angrily. A hint of power glinted in his eyes, as his voice erupted into a low growl. "I'm going to ask you one more time... What are you hearing?!" His voice stern and rough. Unbudging. As if his vocal cords could turn one to stone. "Don't make me slap you a second time..."

Mephone2 glared out the window, glancing around as if someone or something was watching. "Voices... The sky Voices..." She whispered softly. Her stance timid, and looked fearful. Her face looked dull and blank still.

Cobs froze at the sound of that, looking confused and concerned. 'Sky voices'... What the hell did that even mean?! He sighed and punched the bridge of his nose for a moment. "What do you hear? What are they saying?" Cobs asked, pulling a chair over that had been knocked down previously by Mephone2. He then sat down, leaning on his hands which were now folded beneath his chin.

She glanced around again. "The sky voices... Are talking about an egg planet. An unknown terrestrial body. Information... not found. I... Hear them talking." Her eye and metal hand twitched.

"Egg planet?!!Objects on on another planet?!" Cobs perked, like a dog that had caught sight of a rabbit. He looked into the blank eyes of Mephone2 expectantly.

"No. Other life forms. Ones not like us. Ones with abilities we lack." She muttered monotonously, tilting her head, still seeming paranoid. She was unable to keep still. Her she shuffled where she stood. It was bothering her to speak to Cobs about this. Or perhaps it's just speaking at all. She never liked to talk.

"Other life forms...? On this... mysterious planet..." He crossed his arms, deep in thought, "Can you give me coordinates of the where the signal is coming from?"

"A-af...." She paused, as if afraid. Or someone was telling her not to say it. "Affirmative..." Her quiet voice drifted, she looked away.

Cobs jumped from the sound of the ding that echoed from his personal handheld device. He looked through the information and placed his phone back in his pocket. He then turned back to Mephone2. "Go to your room, and do not exit until I come get you..." Cobs bellowed.

Mephone2 just stood there. Not 'wanting' to go.

"I SAID LEAVE." He slammed his fist down on the desk beside him, standing up from his chair.

Mephone2 did not flinch, her eyes still wide, if not wider than they before. She took a slow step back, and walked silently back to her room.

Cobs turned aside, and clicked a button on his computer to stop the conversation from being recorded any longer. He needed time to think this information over.

[END OF FOOTAGE]

Update 5

Mephone2 was correct. I set up a similar device that replicates her ability to hear radio signals, though I have ran out of the materials required to make another. And she was RIGHT. There are other life forms on an unknown terrestrial body. Ones that seem to have incredible technology, language adaptability, and possibly supernatural abilities. I want to learn how to make these things for myself. To harness the powers they have. I do not know if they are dangerous. And I do not know if they are willing to speak with me. So... I believe I know what my next project will be.

I will start building them right away. And get into contact with NASA. Though I will not tell them my true intent on what my plans are. For my plan to work, lying is necessary. It's for the greater good of object kind. If I tell them, they may attack the other life forms, and all the knowledge we could learn from them would be put to waste.

Update 6

My brother is continuing to nag at me. When I told him what I've done to control my creation— he screamed at me. And was appalled that I continued this project. I told him to stop calling. To lose my number. I then hung up.

Maybe I deserved that. Maybe I am horrible. But regardless of what I do, it's for a greater cause, and, I will not be stopped by my foolish brother. Bound by blood or not. I don't care for him, or his family. They can stay in Britain and nag at me, but I will not listen to their nonsense anymore.

As for Mephone2. She's been silent. And refuses to come out of her room. So I have just been simply focusing on trying to create new blueprints so I will be able to investigate the life forms on this undiscovered planet. And be prepared for potential hostility. Blueprints that would help me design robots that can interrogate, retaliate in combat, actively take in information, and send the signals back to myself. Replication— full replication of emotion is necessary. So that the life forms can be manipulated easier.

I will begin to build soon.

Update 7

Mephone2 has been scrapped.

She showed no sign of violence. Nor did she attempt to attack me. But punishments have stopped working. Nothing has kept her behaving as she's supposed to. She looked hopeless rather than blank the past few days. And her processing chip is slowly cooking itself from too much information processed at the same time. So I scrapped her. I will use her parts to create the next models. Perhaps I will recreate her in the future.

I feel as if I should feel remorse... In the sense of that I essentially just took a life, even if she could not feel.

But I don't.

Next time, I will give the models pain processors, that way punishing them will be more effective. And I will not wait for them to 'come around' this time.

Disobedience will result in punishment. That will be their philosophy, as it was, and is now mine.

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[File 2.5] - Assistance

Update 1

In the midst of creating the three newer models, I decided to create assistant models. MePods, rather than a Mephone. The only parts I did not need when making the three Mephone models was Mephone2's 'personality' chip. I'm going to use it inside one of the MePod assistants.

This time, I'm using my machinery I have in factories to create the larger more consistent Mepod models together. But I also wanted to create a MePod mini for myself. I cleaned and installed a cooling system as to not make a similar mistake as my last attempt had. I also used Mephone2's personality chip. Development is going smoothly, a bit more rocky than last time, since the components and overall shape need to be different. But, it won't be much longer until completion. I'll update this when necessary.

Update 2

I have completed the first batch of MePods, including the MePod Mini. I powered on the MePods first. They blinked to life, their screens flickered as well, but nothing that couldn't be fixed later on. They were confused at first. Much more lively than Mephone2 as well. For the most part. They wandered around, and were quite obedient. The most expressive one was the first Mepod[1] as they had the most material available when being manufactured.

MePod - The Protective

Mepod is an averagely tall robot with a grey perimeter, small square screen, and generic home screen design. They also have a circular button on their stomach. As soon as Mepod awakened they began to question me. Showing wariness and confusion. They were quite suspicious of my intentions. I answered most of the questions he threw at me. They soon backed down and went to go talk to and observed the others. Wary. But still compliment. That is good.

MePod2 - The Sloth

Mepod2, similarly to Mepod[1], Is averagely tall with a grey border with a square screen. They have generic Home Screen and a circular button on their stomach. As soon as MePod2 Awakened they began to explore in a sow tired manner. They were startled at small sounds, and watched Mepod interrogate me from the corner. They took a bit longer to process things than the others, but it was still pretty quick.

MePod3 - The Curious

MePod3, similarly to the other two, is averagely tall with a grey border with a square screen. They have generic Home Screen and a circular button on their stomach. As soon as they were powered on they looked around, poking and prodding at every little thing. They asked more questions than MePod, and insisted on knowing everything about me, only they seemed more genuine and kind. I don't wish to get attached to them... They're meant to be assistants. Tools and tools alone. Though, Mepod3 wandered off when I tried to take notes on the other two's behaviours. I found them exploring the facility, and had to take them back to my workshop. I should really find a place to put them...

MePod Mini - The Quiet

MePod Mini is a silent and familiarly timid individual. She is small, with a pale metallic lavender base, small eyes, and very short. She has that similarly blank personality, but fear and panic is much more evident. She is precisely like Mephone2 was, only much more expressive. It still seemed uncanny, similarly to the others, and it is unknown if she remembers or shared the memories that Mephone2 had, but, she seems afraid of me. And startled at the touch of the things around her. Pain and rich censors seem new. Perhaps she does remember. But it is unknown at this time. When I first powered her on she seemed disoriented, and made herself look small. When her eyes flickered to light, and landed on me, she gasped and her eyes widened. They filled with a wave of fear. MePod must have had some sort of— protective response... Since they immediately lifted the small robot up and comforted them. They weren't able to sound as comforting as their programming intended, but, their efforts were noticeable. And, might I add, appreciated by Mepod Mini.

I have nowhere to put them, so I set up a few mattresses in the old room of Mephone2. They all got comfy and I left them there, after warning them they had a day of work tomorrow. I believe all went well. None of them were physically aggressive, and they seemed intimidated by me. Which allows easier control. I'll be sure to make use of this.

Update 3

The MePods have began working. Each of them having tasks to do from 9am to 7pm. They have individual tasks they each manage. MePod is text support, helping individuals over text with their devices. MePod2 helps at the reception desk, they help customers over the phone, and in person. MePod2 cleans up around the facility. It allows for them to feed their curiosity and get work done simultaneously. And MePod Mini helps when I'm building the 3 Mephone Models. She passes me tools and runs about. She's probably the only one that isn't required to work all day long. When she isn't helping me, she's in her room... Staring similarly to how Mephone2 did. But... She didn't seem like she was listening to something. Instead she seemed like she was reminiscing... Or something.

It's kind of creepy...

Update 4

I called in for construction a few days after the MePods began working. I set up multiple factories and an entire wing for my robots to reside within. It's been a few months and it's finally ready. Many spare rooms are present, mostly for when I develop more robots. Some are already being workshopped, others are being planned. I hope to one day fill this place with my creations. A lively hallway of robots helping me with my studies and work.

The section of the building consists of many hallways, all labelled with the types of devices. A hallway also has a kitchen, a living room, and many rooms for miscellaneous activities. Including a library. There are... also punishment rooms behind locked doors... But I'd rather not get into that unless necessary. For now, I will simply say that the MePods have moved into their respective rooms, and have once again adjusted to their new environment. Though, I have caught MePod Mini sneak out of her room on multiple occasions and insist on sleeping in the same room as Mepod. She has 'nightmares'. I find that strange... But haven't questioned it.

As long as she listens to me, I don't really care.

Update 5

Tomato showed up at my door today. He came to interrogate me, and my creations. We fought for a long while. And when I was yelling I moved my hands angrily to shove Tomato, and, MePod Mini who was standing in front of us, trying to break the fight up, flinched back whimpering in fear, lifting her hands up to shield herself from a blow. It was in that moment I knew that the memories must have carried over. Tomato noticed what this meant, and looked up at me seeming pissed. He asked if I had struck them before... I didn't answer. But my face must have said it all because he went off at me. I bit down and bore it. Until, he threatened how he was going to tell the police. I argues they don't feel. That they are robots, and he screamed back how they clearly did.

I cant let my experiments be compromised...

Update 5.5

There is blood on my hands... I... I don't know what I was thinking. When Tomato, my brother left. He flew back to Britain. I was fuming and taken aback how he could treat me how he did. So... I followed him. I went to Britain... Armed... And with a plan. Upon arriving by my own means and deciding, as to not have a plane ticket put me under suspicion for anything, I went to his house which he shared with his brother and his brother's wife. And... I shot them. He was going to tell everyone, ruin me... and my project. Get me sued- or worse...! so in the midst of the night, I shot them all. I noticed there was one last person in the house. I wanted to take her... Take my niece... But I decided against it. I didn't have enough time. I couldn't let her see my face. I knew of her condition, if she saw me, she'd remember me forever. So I fled.

Is it bad the blood on my hands made me feel strong?

Mephone1 really was right...

Sometimes you do have to resort to violence to get what you want.

And it kind of felt good...

Update 6

No new update in this section is required, and I will soon move onto the newer Mephone models. I will be disclose more on the MePods in other files as information becomes available.

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[File 3] - Mission

Update 1

I have continued construction of the Models. I am, stating once again, creating three in total. Mephone3, Mephone3S and Mephone3GS. I'm not sure how many parts I will have remaining for 3GS. But I will attempt to finish all three. There is strength in numbers after all.

The process of creating the models are going smoothly. The first two I'll receive the radio signal receivers. And the last will lack it. I do not have the materials to make another.

Update 2

Things are going smoothly. The newest model seems to be capable of replicating emotion perfectly. Unlike his "Brothers". His brothers are protective of him however. Even though they are meant for war and peril, they almost seem to have a heart. It's interesting, really.

Mephone3 - The Soldier

Mephone3 [Model 3] is tall with black metal perimeter, and a grey screen. He is serious, and cold. He cannot feel emotion, but acts like he can. But he does seem very wary around me, and very insistent on keeping Model 3gs safe. Nearly unresponsive to pain. I often find him in his room, he stares at the ground thinking of possibilities, and conversations that may arise. If he has a problem on hand he will be doing the same thing, trying to figure out a solution that benefits and is appealing to all parties.

Mephone3S - The Scholar

Mephone3S [Model 3s] is tall with a black metal perimeter, exactly as his 'brother'. He is quiet, intelligent, and wary. He wears rectangular glasses on his screen, I programmed him with it so I could tell the different. He's Less physically strong as Model 3, but makes up for it with intelligence. He is equally insistent on keeping Model 3gs safe. Moderately responsive to pain. He's often wandering around the facility, reading books, reading online, watching documentaries. He takes in information at incredibly high rates.

Mephone3GS - The Naive

Mephone3GS [Model 3gs] is a fool. Not a strong, nor as smart as his 'brothers'. But he cares deeply for them, and replicates emotion far better than I believed was possible. He has black metal perimeter, with a silver lining. And a lighter grey screen. He's smaller than his brothers, but has longer legs, and is swift. He is also, very reactive to pain. He enjoys watching TV, and 'playing' with his brothers. They usually comply, watching Model 3gs enjoy himself seems to give them a sense of fulfillment. As long as they do not skip out on tasks, or chores, I do not mind.

Though I suppose it can get irritating on occasion...

Model 3gs is much more childish than his brothers. He prefers to play and run around than practice intelligence tests or read. His cooling system, and communication chip are faulty. They work, but glitch out at times. I will have to fix this later.

From what I've seen models 3, and 3s teach 3gs how to spell, and do math. He wasn't good with these things since I rushed his processing chip, and functions due to my lack of material, and scraps from model 2. But it seems he's a quick learner, so scrapping the project entirely will not be necessary. Model 3gs is beginning to question his purpose, and is very insistent on seeing the outside world. It's gotten to the point where he's convinced his brothers to have an interest in it as well. Next time, I will limit the model's access to the world outside.

3gs is beginning to question my oversight. I did not like his childish disobedience, and he was punished accordingly.

It... Made him cry.

His brothers comforted him, unsurprisingly none of them resented me for what I had done. It's in their programming to listen to me after all. But model 3gs seems to be more nervous when I'm in the room. It's not resentment. But it may be fear... Or close too. After all, he can't feel. He is not alive.

Training today, the first of many tests, was about as good as I expected. The other two excelled, and helped where model 3gs was lacking. I am starting to second guess my statement of deciding not to scrap him. He is clumsy, childish, joking. He is not fit to fight. He is not fit to win. He will likely die on the battlefield...If it were to come down to that. And I will not be discouraged, nor will be sad when that happens.

More of the same. Though model 3gs is learning, he isn't adapting as fast as expected. This hinderance is pissing me off, I won't allow this to continue. Either he works harder, and overcomes this. Or I'll scrap him.

He's gotten better at combat. And he's a fast runner. Very fast compared to the other two. But he's still an idiot. But... It will have to do. It's better than nothing I suppose... I will begin the mission soon.

Update 3

I have alerted NASA about my... "ambitions", though not the whole truth. I told them I wanted to see if the newer models would be fit for space maintenance, and aeronautics, since it would subside the risk objects having to do the maintenance themselves. They obliged. They also asked how I managed to build and program such lively machines.

I did not respond.

Eventually they dropped their attempts to pry at my mind. I suppose they picked up on the fact that I am not one to be messed with. If so, they are entirely correct.

They asked if my models were fit for space, and trained or programmed for its harsh environments. I answered yes, of course this was mostly true. Mostly. Model 3 and 3s worked perfectly fine. I failed to mention how Model 3gs behaved and preformed.

I beginning to be questioned and nagged at by my business partners. They insist that my models behave like more than just... "Robots". That they laugh at jokes and have identities they believe in. That they cry, and fear doing wrong. I scoffed at that thought and told them they're simply meant to replicate sentiency. That they cannot actually feel. That they are programmed to behave the way they do for a less unsettling environment since they are meant to work with us objects. They listened. And it was dropped.

Next time I will not allow a model to have an "identity" I will de-humanize them as much as possible.

Update 4

It is the day of the launch. After supplying the parts I insisted MeCloud would be the optimal option for take off. It would risk the least amount of life if it were to malfunction, as MeCloud was located in the sky above the ocean. They obliged. Of course, to an extent, I was telling the truth. But. I have a plan.

The plan was successful. Upon launching I already had a device prepared in the area that the rocket would pass through. And made it seem like it had exploded. The debris of the large detonation was sent down into the ocean bellow. And the early model MePods have hacked into the nearby detection systems, satellites, and rocket Cameras to show signs of explosions and previous revolutions around the earth, as to not raid suspicion. The plan is going smoothly and the rocket is going to its charted course to this unknown planet, with no interference or suspicion. While nobody was watching I also implicated my own technology, it allows for the rocket to travel at speeds that wouldn't be possible with the technology those... fools... Have. I will link the footage of my own phones bellow upon contact.

[START OF FOOTAGE. . .]

3 Sits at the control panel, typing with great speeds and accuracy as he make sure they're on track for their charted co-ordinates. His metal fingers clink against the keyboard filling up the rocket cabin with the consistent clicking sounds of his work. 3s was silent, sitting and reading instructions on his own screen which he had gotten from his manufacturer, scrolling through the text reading details carefully as to not miss a single thing on the enemy they would face. And 3gs was silent, staring solemnly, yet still beaming as he watched the stars and vast void of space through the tiny window. A thick piece of reinforced glass kept him from what would be death for a living object beyond it. But it wasn't scary for him.

"3gs... Stop messing with the window, and do your jobs..." 3s Muttered, shutting the message off from his now dimly lit face. He glared at 3gs with a stern, yet, gentle expression.

3gs turned away from the window unsurely, "I'm just kinda... confused." He muttered, his voice glitching out the slightest bit. He perked at the slight sputter of his communication chip and functions, and hit the side of his head until they started running smoothly again.

"Don't hurt yourself..." 3s warned, crossing his leg, still buckled into his seatbelt. It would be much more difficult to focus in zero gravity after all.

"Sorry..." 3gs lowered his hands to his side. His body slightly hovering above the cabin of the specs shuttle.

3 pushed himself away from the control panel, and unbuckled he's seatbelt. Looking for tools, finding the weapons they stashed away.

3gs eyed the weapons that were being placed in a secured cupboard decorated with a metal door and small silver handle. He inhaled as if to speak but was hesitant.

"What is it?" 3 muttered, slamming the cupboard shut, and locking it, The locked clicked quietly. He then turned his face to glare at 3gs, who seemed nervous. He knew it. He knew he did feel. Though the way 3gs emoted he didn't understand, as they were supposed to be the same. Yet 3 lacked the anxiety 3gs often had.

"I'm just not sure about all this! I mean... what did these little creatures do to us...?" 3gs shrugged. Feeling nervous about this whole mission in general. His conscience was telling him this was wrong. But he was a robot that lacked one, so he found his paradox stressful.

"We have no right to question the one above us. They are to be eliminated, and their young are to be taken back to base for testing and innovation." 3 stated sternly, his levitating body turning to 3gs, who flinched slightly at such a cold statement. "Our creator has a reason. It's not up to us, nor is it our right to question him. I don't want to see my younger brother get scrapped, so please go sit down and do the task I have gave you."

3gs wanted to protest, to make his older brother see how this could be a mistake. But he cared too much for him to fight back. They were older anyway... they knew better. 3gs sighed and sat down in his seat, buckling himself in, and checking updates and vitals.

3s watched 3gs sit down, and sighed, turning to 3. His metal hands folded in his lap. "I fear for his safety. And not only in battle."

"You do not fear, because you cannot feel." 3 responded, grounding himself with the magnetic soles on his feet. "But I understand what is going on. And I agree. He isn't fit for battle, nor is he fit for the eyes of our creator. He, seems to feel. Even if he cannot. It's troubling." 3 folded his arms shaking his head as he spoke. His voice smooth and stern.

"We can't allow him to fight. He will be torn to shreds!" 3s slammed his hand down on the table, narrowing his pixelated eyes.

"You are assuming it will come down to fighting... And besides...! He was trained to fight! He shall fight! Are you questioning Mr. Cobs too?!" He seethed, taking a threatening step towards 3s.

3s flinched, and bore teeth at 3, before snapping his gaze to the side. "I am not... I simply just don't want to see 3gs hurt... I fail to see how that's questioning our creator in anyway..." he muttered through gritted teeth. 3's threatening gaze was soul piercing. It could see through any lie in an instant. Any insincerity spotted in a heart beat like a brown rabbit in the winter snow.

3 glared at 3s studying his every move and twitch in his pixel eyes. His gaze then softened slightly, and he took a step back. Standing down, and releasing the manufactured tension in the air. "So what do you suppose we do then?" He asked, his gaze no longer tearing at 3s's robotic brain.

"We could leave him here. In the ship." 3s suggested, leaning back slightly in his chair, his arms now moved to the arm rests, which he was clenching tightly. The metal corners scraping against his metal hands.

"How is that a plan?!" 3 hissed, flinching at that comment as if it was the most idiotic statement that had been said in object history. "I don't...—!"

"I know! Okay? I know it's not part of the plan. But— we can excuse it as him guarding the ship! We can sneak out to question while he's charging. And return in no time. Simple as that. When, and if, we escalate to battle, he won't be harmed." 3s retaliated, unbuckling his seatbelt and activating his magnetic soles to look 3 in the eyes directly. While his stare wasn't as effective as the one in front of him, he knew his eyes told 3 how he was not going to back down from this.

"What do you suppose will happen when our creator is notified of our disobedience?!" 3 shouted, shoving 3s back slightly.

3s grunted and caught himself on the chair. "Who has to know?!" He seethed. 3s clenched his metal fists.

3 went through possibilities, processing them one by one before scoffing, "Fine... But I will not take the fall if Mr. Cobs finds out. That is on you, and you alone." 3 warned.

"Yeah, yeah..." 3s grabbed his arms, looking back at 3gs, hoping he hadn't heard their quiet feud. Then continuing to do his tasks, so their journey would be smooth.

The journey to the unknown egg planet wasn't a short one. Especially since they had to stay undetected by NASA. But they managed. Their bone structure couldn't weaken over the two months they were on that rocket, because they were robots. They had no biological material that could deteriorate out in space. The cold they didn't mind, and the heat they didn't either. Radiation had little effect, and could easily be repaired. Food, and water was no issue, they didn't need to eat, and weren't built to feel hunger. Mobility wasn't an issue for 3, or 3s either. But 3gs was beginning to get a little stir crazy.

One day away from arrival, 3gs frowned sadly. And stood up from his seat. "I'm sick of being here...! I want to go back home..." they turned to their brothers. "I hate it in here! I don't want to be here!" He stomped his foot, forgetting his magnetic soles, and floated up from the ground slightly.

3s flinched at 3gs's sudden outburst. And looked back at him, glaring at them with a worried side-eye slight worry laced into his pixel face. "It's our job... We can't just leave." He spat narrowing his eyes at 3gs. As if he was dancing with death.

3gs teared up slightly at the harsh tone, and lifted his hands to his face, wanting something to hide behind. He had nowhere to run away. This was his life, and by saying what he said he KNEW he was waltzing with the Grim Reaper. Death staring him in the eyes as they slow dance through his danger intwined life. A fate dripping with cold droplets of doom trickling down puppeteer strings held by the one above, that oversees his every move and breath. Yet he still spoke softly, "I want to go home..." a small sniffle escaped him.

"I know..." 3s let his eyes soften, and he stepped towards 3gs. His magnetic feet clanking against the ground as he slowly made his way towards 3gs. He stood in front of them for a moment, looking down into his sad eyes. "I promise we will go home soon..." 3s muttered, wrapping his robotic arms around 3gs, embracing him comfortingly.

3gs bursted into tears in that moment, hugging 3s back. "I don't want to do this! Why are we doing this why— why am I like this...?!" He sobbed as animated pixel tears dripped down his screen.

"You are technically defective. If logical processing and thinking we're accounted for." He muttered, looking off to the side. "But... With my programming, based on the information I contain... I believe that your morality... Would say you are a miracle." He squeezed 3gs tightly. "In the object world, we are the defective ones. And you are not."

"Wh-what...?" 3gs sniffled.

"I mean that, even if our creator does not think highly of you... there are thousands of people out there that will." He pulled away to give 3gs a kind look, even if he couldn't feel, or atleast... Didnt think he could. Not strongly anyway. "Don't worry about a thing." He reassured.

3gs thought on 3s's words. And gave a nod in response. Feeling a bit better about himself.

3 watched everything from the back. Frowning at the sight. He then blinked and turned away swiftly, he couldn't let this distract them from their mission. His artificial feelings tugged at his mind. It made him feel bad for 3gs.

It was soon what would've been night time back on earth. 3gs was fast asleep... and the planet was in sight. The rocket had initiated it's landing sequence. 3s wrote a note swiftly, and 3 made sure the rocket landed safely onto the surface of Mars. 3 then turned to 3s, and glared at him. As if asking if he was ready to leave without uttering a word.

3s gave a simple nod, and turned to exit the rocket through it's airlock. Leaving 3gs behind until they returned.

The two of them walked accords the planet's surface, they weren't exactly close to their destination, but it wasn't too far either. A bit of walking didn't bother them at all, as, they could not get tired.

"Do you think they actually will attack us?" 3s asked warily as his metal feet slowly stepped one after the other. Hearing how their destination was approaching by the sound of the radio frequencies getting louder, and clearer.

"It is undetermined. A 63% chance in my calculations." 3 muttered, crossing his arms as he trudged through the thick sand and dust on the ground.

"Percentage of failure...?" 3s raised a robotic brow, keeping his eyes on 3 at all times. He was the eldest after all.

"3.07% chance. It isn't likely...But possible. My programming doesn't allow me to second guess my mission. Nor allow me to back out." 3 informed.

"I know..." 3s adjusted his digital glasses. He 'felt' bad for leaving 3gs behind. But it was necessary.

Soon after approaching the other side of a large mountain made of white and purple sand and rock they see a large ship. It was a black and green egg shape. Many creatures running about, talking, and caring for their young around, and within the ship.

3 and 3s look at eachother for a moment, then slide down the mountain, and approach. The creatures snap their eyes to them, startled...

Many float backwards. Some summon energy spears, and others lift up rocks with an unknown force. They all shout and scream in a voice and language that sounded incomprehensible in many ways. The creatures looked like floating eggs. They have holes in their faces. Which shows their white eyes that vary in amount.

3, and 3s jump back. 3 was about to fight back, but 3s stopped him. "Wait. We wish you no harm. We have come to ask questions on the behalf of our creator!" He shouted his hand extended in front of 3 to keep him from lunging.

The creatures slowly back down cautiously. A few of the ones who previously had spears float over and direct the two towards the ship. Their voices changing from incomprehensible to English in a near instant. "Do not try anything mortal object..." One of the guards bellowed sternly.

"We aren—" 3 was cut off by 3s elbowing him with a look of 'don't say another word...' 3 scoffed and rolled his eyes. Now keeping silent.

The two of them were lead into the ship to what seemed to be the leader of this species. The room had a large throne, and colourful walls. Who seemed startled to see them, and turned to the two robots before them.

"What brings you two here?! Speak at once!" The creature demanded, narrowing it's many glowing white eyes.

"We are here on the behalf of our creator." 3 shouted with authority. As if he was above who he was talking to.

The egg like creature studied their unreadable faces and grumbled. "What do you wish to tell me?" They asked with clear hostility.

"We have a few questions to ask." 3s spoke with a bit more patience and politeness in his voice in comparison to 3.

The egg creature raised a brow. "That is all? Why...?!" They question first, wanting to know their intention.

"simply to know more about you. Our creator is very fascinated by your existence. And abilities." 3s replied.

"Why should we answer your questions?! You have no right to trespass and interrogate our kind." They bellowed, angrily staring at the ones below.

"We can offer you knowledge in return. Technology and other such to help with your own prosperity." 3s answered back, crossing his arms.

The mutter something in their own language and then sigh. "Hmph... Fine. Speak." They 'sit' back upon their throne.

3 recalled the questions they needed to ask from his database. And then cleared his throat— or lack of, to speak. "What are you?"

"I am the Prime Shimmer, leader of the Shimmers." They answer with pride and certainty.

"Shimmers... Hm..." 3s studied the Shimmers around them. "I take it you are extraterrestrial beings?" 3s asked.

"To you, yes. We are." They narrowed their eyes once again.

"Why are you here?" 3s asked, following up their brother's question. Wanting to know the Prime Shimmer's intention as they know theirs.

"This is our home. One you invaded..." The Prime Shimmer answered back, clearly irritated.

"Ah... Sorry about that." 3s bowed apologetically, and elbowed 3, signalling for him to do the same.

3 grumbled and obliged.

"Another question...We... heard of your abilities, and they seem supernatural. Can you explain what they are? Your abilities. I mean." 3s interrogated, his metal foot tapping against the floor beneath him.

"Our abilities? Our 'Light'... The manipulation of matter and energy itself. It's what defines our species..." they replied, showing off this power by manipulating light and creating objects from seemingly nothing. The ability to manipulate sound waves and and matter structure with immaculate accuracy, and precision... That is the abilities that our species harnessed."

3s thought for a moment in silence. The manipulation of light and matter? Energy harnessed completely?! They could practically rewrite the rules of reality with that ability. They would be... Powerful... beyond comprehension. "Incredible..."

3 was shocked too, but kept silent. Studying their answers and body language. Trying to understand how they act, and think.

"This... 'power' your.... 'Light'... How did you come to access it? Or harness it?" 3s asked, still astonished by the information he was taking in. He was even more artificially excited with every detail.

"We always had it within us. It's infused with our bodies... we are our light." Prime Shimmer answered with certainty.

3 was interested. And sent messages secretly to his brother through his own software... 3s glanced at 3 every now again. Acknowledging him.

The back and forth interrogation between the prime shimmer and MePhones 3, and 3s continued for a long while.

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3gs woke up alone in the rocket, he worriedly lifted his head and turned to here his brothers should have been. To his surprise, they weren't there. And outside the window was an atmosphere, and planet. They had arrived! Why did nobody wake him up? There was a note left behind by 3s on the table next to him.

3gs picked it up and read it. Taking in the information and the coordinates of their location. He gave a half annoyed half worried sigh and picked the paper, approaching the the door and exiting. Beginning to walk towards the destination that was given to him on paper.

The walk was long and lonely through the white and purple dust that littered the vast fields and mountains, luckily, 3gs had pretty good stamina, and was able to make it to the location in a timely manner. Upon seeing the creatures bellow his pixel eyes sparkled with artificial excitement. He slid down the mountain and walked up nervously to some of the creatures. He gave a little wave.

The lot of them flinched, and some nervously waved back with a glowing light that matched their eyes.

3gs smiled there for a moment awkwardly, looking off to the side nervously. "So—uh... have you seen my brothers? A bit taller? They look a lot like me too!" 3gs smiled, pixelated face visibly feeling uncomfortable at the amount of Shimmers staring.

A few of them directed him towards the ship, that towered over everyone like some sort of castle. In a sense, it kind of was.

3gs stepped inside and looked out at what was supposed to be a simple questioning process. But found a heated argument instead. He looked a bit shocked and narrowed his eyes with concern and worry. "Guys...?!" 3gs called to his brothers.

3s flinched and looked back at 3gs. "What—?! Shit... ugh! You were supposed to stay back at the ship!" 3s shout-whispered.

"What?! Why—?" 3gs asked only to be cut off at 3 stomping his foot down in the ground.

"WHY?! JUST GIVE US A PIECE! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH GOOD IT COULD DO FOR US?!" 3 fumed, clenching his fist and pointing an angry finger at the Prime Shinmer before him.

Prime Shimmer growled, floating upwards from their throne with a look of anger in their glowing eyes. "I ANSWERED NO. STAND DOWN BEFORE I RESORT TO FORCE!"

3gs flinched at the yelling, looking shocked by 3's anger. He didn't get like this often.

"WHY SHOULD WE LISTEN TO YOU?!" 3 retaliated, swiping his hand aside through the air out of anger.

The Prime Shimmer used their power to summon chains of light, and was about to restrain 3.

3 noticed this, and instead of letting it happened, yelled with fury, and whipped out a bomb. Causing the Prime Shimmer to flinch and hesitate. 3 threw the bomb and watched it clatter to the ground. He then grabbed 3s and 3gs's wrist and rushed out of the castle like ship. The bomb exploded and the three of them collapsed against the dusty ground bellow.

3 jumped to his feet. 3s followed, and looked down at 3gs who groaned from the floor.

"We need to get out of here!" 3 shouted with a stern, yet angry look on his face.

"We need to come back with SOMETHING! Or our creator might punish us!" 3s explained with haste, looking around at the Shimmers, who were panicked and flying about.

"The energy is contained within their bodies... s-so... The eggs...! The little ones! Take the children!" 3 demanded.

"WHAT?!" 3gs flinched in shock, lifting his head from the sand.

3s's eyes widened. "I agree with 3gs's shock! We can't just steal their infant children!" 3s retorted, taken aback.

"Do you want to come back empty handed or not?!" 3 grumbled, and attacked one of the Shimemrs, grabbing two eggs in both arms.

3s followed reluctantly. And 3gs did the same. Feeling bad for the parents that he was stealing from.

The guards and Prime Shimmer exited the ruins of the ship, seething with anger. They clutched their spears and chased the three Phones.

The three brothers scrambled back towards the direction of their ship. Shimmers chasing behind them. Throwing spears and rocks with their abilities. They must be too far away to catch them with their abilities directly.

After running through field after field, the Shimmers were slowly gaining on them. Being able to fly aiding them in their pursuit.

3s fell behind, and was grabbed with the abilities of the Prime Shimmer. He floated off the ground panicking. "WAIT—!" He was quickly silenced by a spear through his chest. His face flickered to black instantly, his body now limp. It dripped with oil. The two eggs fell into the arms of one of the guards.

3 and 3gs looked back at 3s's body. 3 shocked, and 3gs horrified by the sight before him. He choked out a sob and stumbled backwards shaking his head in disbelief.

The Shimmer's snapped their attention back to the remaining two brothers. 3 flinched and grabbed 3gs by the shoulder and pulled him along until he began running on his own. 3gs began to run at full speed, his legs colliding with the ground followed by a loud flank every time he took another scared step. It was the final stretch and the rocket was in sight.

One of the shimmer guards let out a angered growl, and through a fit of rage managed to throw a lucky shot. A spear made of light zipped through the air and impaled 3. He collapsed immediately. His glitchy pixel face flickering as he let out a distorted scream. 3gs heard the scream, and hugged the eggs closer, turning his head as he ran. He felt the oil splatter against his metal skin.

"G-GO-O-O-O!!! DONT ST-O-O-OP!!!" His brother called , before getting impaled by a second spear between his Digital eyes.

3gs flinched, his eyes filling with tears, and he ran. He just ran and ran... Not looking back... he managed to get onto the ship, slamming his fist down on the button to shut the door... but in that moment, a spear flew through the opening, hitting him in the chest. Luckily... the angle was off. But it still hit, and it hit hard...

A crack zipped through his body. He yelped, oil pouring out of his face from between the cracks. He placed the eggs on the ground and stumbled over to the controls, and launched the rocket. Artificial adrenaline racing through his metal bodies along with sorrow and despair.

The Shimmers watched the rocket begin to take off. Shimmers through their weapons and rocks, managing to dent and crack one of the windows, but not break it. The Prime shimmer screamed, holding out a glowing hand to stop the rocket. But all the running by a biological creature couldn't match the stamina a robot could have. They ultimately collapsed due to exhaustion...

They had lost...

Mephone3gs sat in the cabin of the rocket. The adrenaline was wearing off. His vision blurry with pixel tears... he looked down at his oil covered hands and lack of brothers. The eggs sitting in front of him. Just... There...

He couldn't hold it in anymore, and let out a cry, shaking his head in disbelief. "N-no...! No-n-no! No—! NO! NO!" He cried, his hands clasped around his eyes, tears and oil dripping down his cracked face...

He was all alone with the void of space, eggs that weren't his, and Himself... He had lost everything...

The trip home was silent. Full of grief, and paranoid terror. Mephone3gs attempted to sleep his sorrow away. But it always keeps back up on him... he past by stars and galaxies. It was all so pretty... But there was no point if his brothers weren't there to share the experience with him. He felt hopeless... like a dying light.

He would arrive at home soon. After months of being alone, he was sure he had gone crazy. Just a few more days and he would be home free...! He was already passing by Mars.

Mephone3gs was sitting in the cabin of the rocket, the void of space and silence teasing him for his loss. He was depressed, and had a life that now lacked meaning. Even if he wasn't really alive by definition.

He continued to sit there in despair, and sat back against a window. That's when he heard it. A click and crack. He jumped at the sound, and stumbled back away from the window. Oh no... the crack shot down throughout the whole window, until it shattered. Oxygen and objects flew outside, luckily Mephone3GS managed to grab hold of a seat, and his magnetic soles activated soon after. That's when one of the eggs shot past him along with the oxygen towards Mars. The green one. He yelped and quickly reached to stop the blue one from escaping. He dove and caught it. Just barely able to stick to the rocket without floating out into space. He breathed a sigh of relief, and hugged the egg close. Apologizing to it softly. Full of remorse for what had happened to it, and himself.

He'd lost an egg...

And didn't know a single thing in comparison to his brothers, who were now dead.

Cobs was going to be livid...

[END OF FOOTAGE]

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