Hurray for Dripik, then
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SU-01 finally obtained his long awaited meeting. But he had to choose his words carefully as the boss seemed to remain a little bit irritated. Another problem was, despite the invitation to come in, there was no way he could fit into the room or even get past those long shaped glukkons door. He remembered his last improvement was including a detachable holo-projector. The time has come to put it to test.
"Thank you, sir. It won't be too long. My armor will stay out of your office, though."
He turned over and "parked" his body next to the door. His eyes shut off and a little module shaped like the regular anti-chant spheres hovered from the top of his head and into the boss office.
"Calibrating..." said an voice from inside the module.
After a few flickering silhouette appeared quickly, the lens stabilized and a slig hologram appeared. He was wearing a military jacket with a few medals on it and his mask was an uncommon model, has it was only the lower half of the regular model, with the eyes uncovered. His pant was also slightly different from the regular model, designed for an indoor use as it looked less bulky than its military counterpart. He looked around and took a few steps towards Arnie's desk. Trying to avoid clipping through anything, he sat on the chair in front of the desk, his hands resting on his metal legs.
"This discussion will inform you on the main reasons why I'm here. First, let me tell you a bit of my story...this will help you understand better the purpose of my presence.
First off, I haven't always been a robot. I was a slig initially. As you know, all of us Sligs have been through the Slig's Training Camp before being assigned to a facility to guard. Due to a matriculation error I was assigned to the Tactical, Security and Troops Management Department without going through all the basic military training. I did quite a good job there though. A few years later, I was promoted Head of my department. My first really big project was to rewrite the training methods from scratch. I did that over a year. A whole new an improved thing.
Sligs would be trained in a more army-minded way. Instead of being brainless mercenaries, they would be disciplined soldiers, with a judgment capability. The project was meant to make us really autonomous and much more efficient to better serve the Cartel. I ordered new guns, blueprints for pants that are able to jump, automatic turrets to put around the barracks, and so on. Nothing was set yet but it sure would be a big turn in the Slig history.
When I sent my report to the Magog Cartel as I was supposed to, they took it as a rebellion attempt. Three days after, I was found dead in my office. Killed by one of their Mudokons assassins...That's right...Mudokons assassins. Created and trained to kill in a dark labs of some secret Vikkers facility. So yes, I was dead and replaced by a Glukkon who put everything back in place.
So how am I standing here in front of you...Or outside of your office to be more precise. Well, when your neck is snapped, as in my case, your brain is still alive for one our or so...and luckily, I had an appointment 10 minutes after with a Vikker I owe my life.
I've met him when I ordered the guard turrets. He was sharing my point of view on the slig and mudokons condition. When he found my body, he took it back to his lab where he made a backup copy of my brain before my body died completely. He was working on a secret project for the Robotic Departement of the Vikker's Conglomerate. An autonomous Snoozer. Since they failed to create a fully autonomous AI for the robot, he got the idea to transfer my brain data into the machine. A tactician slig in the body of an experimental Snoozer was pretty tempting for them. Although I don't know if I'm really the original or just a copy with the same memories.
And now I'm here because I've recently got informations indicating that the Magog Cartel is watching his Glukkons Executive. They are trying to discourage the few Glukkons on Oddworld that have a little concern about their Mudokons employees. And those who don't accept their orders...Well, they end like I did, with the head upside down. They haven't studied your case yet, but I won't be surprised to see them knocking at your office door in a few month, weeks or days...So my first objective was to warn you about the potential threat you might have to face if you keep your Mudokon-friendly politic. However, if you want to keep things like they are, and I would more than approve this decision, then I'll do everything I can to protect you, your associate and your plant."