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[A video flickers to life; it's in black and white, and Redd is standing with his hands clasped behind his back in a long lab coat. Behind him is an operating table tilted upright, but the figure strapped to it is too far out of the light to identify.
Redd addresses the camera pleasantly, but... wow, it’s obvious Redd is kinda drunk. His cheeks are flushed and he has a can of what appears to be cheap Chinese beer in his hand. He sways slightly.]
Reuben. My dear boy. Do kindly stop that. You need a lesson in ethics; brig.
[The camera shakes and Redd gives it a flat look before stepping forward, apparently wrestling it from its wielder. For some time the picture shakes and a close up of his white jacket fills the screen, the microphone muffled by the impromptu scuffle.]
Get out, get out. No! Use the other door! The door to the left. Keep trying. ...Until it opens. GO. Beasts.
[The picture spins dizzily until it comes to a rest on the figure on the table, unmistakably Bass, a few empty cans of the same Chinese beer scattered here and there over the prisoner’s form and the operating table. The image jostles, and Bass glowers at the camera, his remaining arm strapped down, as well as his legs. Redd zooms in on his cheek before fiddling with the camera again; the picture goes black, but flickers back on.
Within the frame is a profile of Bass' bare chest, as well as half of another table in the background. An unfinished android structure with long blond hair is likewise strapped down, but clearly inoperable. Redd wanders into the picture, his head above the edge of the frame. He pauses and his torso leans back as Redd chugs the rest of his beer, belches loudly and tosses the can over his shoulder. It clatters against what sounds like a few other cans as Redd shuffles about.
Finally, the Captain reaches over and opens Bass’ maintenance hatch with an authoritative hand.]
Speak up.
[There's a startled sound, then Bass snarls.]
Get off me you fucking prick- What is that?! Where the hell did you get him?
[Redd appears unimpressed and speaks over Bass.]
The thing about robots is that they always go obsolete. And you’re not doing a thing with the hardware you have, so-
Marx said it best, didn’t he? From each according to his ability, to each according to his need and you, my precious lambsicle, are clearly in need of a little-mmm, creative maintenance. It’s better when I’m drunk, I don’t have those-what are they called? Those things that get in the way of fun?
[Redd twirls his hand beside his temple for a moment.]
Oh, yes. THOUGHTS.
[Redd's hand reaches past the camera frame and returns with a soldering gun. He turns it this way and that, sticks out his tongue and swallows another little burp. Without any further ado, the gun disappears inside Bass' chest who makes a pained sound, choked off and desperately muffled. Bass’ eyes widen and he twists up against the restraints. He’s clearly panicked, in agony and he starts to SCREAM until Redd frowns and the sound abruptly cuts out.
It’s so useful having an audio-off switch.
Bass struggles, and he can hear that his screams are silent. His face twists as his eyes stare, unseeing, at the ceiling, and suddenly everything gets a whole lot worse. Instead of screams coming out of his mouth, Redd’s changed it so the Ode to Joy plays instead, in thunderous volume.
Bass’ chest heaves, air passing in and out of his mouth. He looks at the camera before wrenching his head to the side, focusing on the far wall instead, shaking.]
I do not like passengers putting their hands on my. Things.
[Redd jerks his elbow back and something comes out of Bass; a mechanism, violently severed wiring, oozing oil and fluids. He sets the part on the table behind the camera; a line of fluids trails into the frame and over the edge of the table. The choking sounds grow louder, more guttural.]
I'm sure he'll be much more obedient than you. You know that, lambsicle.
[Redd pats Bass' shoulder with an oil-slicked hand, before reaching back inside of the bioroid’s chest. He catches Bass’ rolling, panicked eyes and makes a fist around something. The chorus of the symphony swells, rises up in a crashing wave of violent sound as Bass tries to scream, he really does, but that MUSIC--]
You did. You did. And you also know what NOT TO DO. So
DON'T
DO IT
AGAIN!
[Redd's hand jerks and Bass screams again. Then he withdraws, reaching for the camera and lifting it to show Bass staring at the unfinished android, eyes wide and teeth chattering. The video shakes violently before it abruptly cuts.]
{{ ooc: The following punishment is now in effect for the following passenger:
REUBEN will find himself in the brig... but it's not the usual cells that greet him. Instead of being drafty and chilly, these cells are warm. Very warm. The floor is soft and uneven and it seems to be made out of flesh. The only light comes from a single lightbulb that hangs from the center of the ceiling, and the lightbulb is fused with what looks like neural tissue to provide the electricity. A heartbeat can be heard if one presses their ear to the soft, pulsating wall. As for food and water... well, the flesh shall provide. Human breasts grow out of the walls here and there beside human arms of all shades and pigmentations. The arms and hands wave around gently, seeking to touch something. Moving too close to them will earn you a punch or a scratch, and striking back at them seems to have no effect whatsoever. It's just so hot in there, you're bound to get thirsty eventually.
Make sure not to sleep for too long! The arms will slowly, slowly grow out of the pulsating floor during the night and attempt to envelop the prisoner. Pulling oneself away will make them retract immediately, but sleep for more than three hours at a time and they'll be back... The rest of the time, they have only the waving hands, the shifting, pulsating floor, the heat and boredom to keep them company.
In addition to his cell time, once he is released from the brig he will have six days of horrible addiction...to hot sauce. He will drink it straight from the bottle, put it on his food, carry a supply with him for a quick fix. Granted, it will play hell on his digestive system, but nobody said punishment was supposed to be fun! }}
Redd addresses the camera pleasantly, but... wow, it’s obvious Redd is kinda drunk. His cheeks are flushed and he has a can of what appears to be cheap Chinese beer in his hand. He sways slightly.]
Reuben. My dear boy. Do kindly stop that. You need a lesson in ethics; brig.
[The camera shakes and Redd gives it a flat look before stepping forward, apparently wrestling it from its wielder. For some time the picture shakes and a close up of his white jacket fills the screen, the microphone muffled by the impromptu scuffle.]
Get out, get out. No! Use the other door! The door to the left. Keep trying. ...Until it opens. GO. Beasts.
[The picture spins dizzily until it comes to a rest on the figure on the table, unmistakably Bass, a few empty cans of the same Chinese beer scattered here and there over the prisoner’s form and the operating table. The image jostles, and Bass glowers at the camera, his remaining arm strapped down, as well as his legs. Redd zooms in on his cheek before fiddling with the camera again; the picture goes black, but flickers back on.
Within the frame is a profile of Bass' bare chest, as well as half of another table in the background. An unfinished android structure with long blond hair is likewise strapped down, but clearly inoperable. Redd wanders into the picture, his head above the edge of the frame. He pauses and his torso leans back as Redd chugs the rest of his beer, belches loudly and tosses the can over his shoulder. It clatters against what sounds like a few other cans as Redd shuffles about.
Finally, the Captain reaches over and opens Bass’ maintenance hatch with an authoritative hand.]
Speak up.
[There's a startled sound, then Bass snarls.]
Get off me you fucking prick- What is that?! Where the hell did you get him?
[Redd appears unimpressed and speaks over Bass.]
The thing about robots is that they always go obsolete. And you’re not doing a thing with the hardware you have, so-
Marx said it best, didn’t he? From each according to his ability, to each according to his need and you, my precious lambsicle, are clearly in need of a little-mmm, creative maintenance. It’s better when I’m drunk, I don’t have those-what are they called? Those things that get in the way of fun?
[Redd twirls his hand beside his temple for a moment.]
Oh, yes. THOUGHTS.
[Redd's hand reaches past the camera frame and returns with a soldering gun. He turns it this way and that, sticks out his tongue and swallows another little burp. Without any further ado, the gun disappears inside Bass' chest who makes a pained sound, choked off and desperately muffled. Bass’ eyes widen and he twists up against the restraints. He’s clearly panicked, in agony and he starts to SCREAM until Redd frowns and the sound abruptly cuts out.
It’s so useful having an audio-off switch.
Bass struggles, and he can hear that his screams are silent. His face twists as his eyes stare, unseeing, at the ceiling, and suddenly everything gets a whole lot worse. Instead of screams coming out of his mouth, Redd’s changed it so the Ode to Joy plays instead, in thunderous volume.
Bass’ chest heaves, air passing in and out of his mouth. He looks at the camera before wrenching his head to the side, focusing on the far wall instead, shaking.]
I do not like passengers putting their hands on my. Things.
[Redd jerks his elbow back and something comes out of Bass; a mechanism, violently severed wiring, oozing oil and fluids. He sets the part on the table behind the camera; a line of fluids trails into the frame and over the edge of the table. The choking sounds grow louder, more guttural.]
I'm sure he'll be much more obedient than you. You know that, lambsicle.
[Redd pats Bass' shoulder with an oil-slicked hand, before reaching back inside of the bioroid’s chest. He catches Bass’ rolling, panicked eyes and makes a fist around something. The chorus of the symphony swells, rises up in a crashing wave of violent sound as Bass tries to scream, he really does, but that MUSIC--]
You did. You did. And you also know what NOT TO DO. So
DON'T
DO IT
AGAIN!
[Redd's hand jerks and Bass screams again. Then he withdraws, reaching for the camera and lifting it to show Bass staring at the unfinished android, eyes wide and teeth chattering. The video shakes violently before it abruptly cuts.]
{{ ooc: The following punishment is now in effect for the following passenger:
REUBEN will find himself in the brig... but it's not the usual cells that greet him. Instead of being drafty and chilly, these cells are warm. Very warm. The floor is soft and uneven and it seems to be made out of flesh. The only light comes from a single lightbulb that hangs from the center of the ceiling, and the lightbulb is fused with what looks like neural tissue to provide the electricity. A heartbeat can be heard if one presses their ear to the soft, pulsating wall. As for food and water... well, the flesh shall provide. Human breasts grow out of the walls here and there beside human arms of all shades and pigmentations. The arms and hands wave around gently, seeking to touch something. Moving too close to them will earn you a punch or a scratch, and striking back at them seems to have no effect whatsoever. It's just so hot in there, you're bound to get thirsty eventually.
Make sure not to sleep for too long! The arms will slowly, slowly grow out of the pulsating floor during the night and attempt to envelop the prisoner. Pulling oneself away will make them retract immediately, but sleep for more than three hours at a time and they'll be back... The rest of the time, they have only the waving hands, the shifting, pulsating floor, the heat and boredom to keep them company.
In addition to his cell time, once he is released from the brig he will have six days of horrible addiction...to hot sauce. He will drink it straight from the bottle, put it on his food, carry a supply with him for a quick fix. Granted, it will play hell on his digestive system, but nobody said punishment was supposed to be fun! }}