Day 43: Intercom, Dawn

[damned_intercom]

Good morning, and welcome to your personalized tour of Landel's Institute! My name is I.R.I.S. and I will be your automated guide during your stay here. If you have any specific questions during our tour, please direct them to the personal console in your welcome bag. We will do our very best to address any concerns you may have

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[runner_up_robot]

The last thing Forte remembered was... well, it was fuzzy at any rate. He'd been in a human hospital, he'd been a human... it was all strange and confusing. He'd been trapped, he felt useless and weak, and he'd relied on other- well, he'd relied on humans for help. And just when he was starting to go on missions and act like himself again... he was bleeding, everything had been fading...

And then there was some kind of giant fish, spitting glitter.

It must have been a strange dream, that was all. The robot tried to sit up, but he felt his midsection was tightly bound, and there were jabs of pain. He must have tried to fight Rock Man again, and been nearly scrapped. He had just been repaired by Dr. Wily, who would berate him until Forte threatened to blow up his castle. In fact, there was some automated announcement coming on above him, though he couldn't make out the words just now. That was a reasonable explanation. He'd just been dreaming, and come online before repairs were complete. It made perfect sense.

Only... robots didn't dream. Or feel pain. He couldn't feel his extremities, but it wasn't a matter of disconnected joints - they were starting to fade in, and there was a dull soreness in his arms. He tried to move again, and only got pain in his right side. Finally, begrudgingly, he opened his eyes... and there was the white ceiling and walls from his dream. He tried to focus on the voice overhead, and picked up something about Sunday, the sun room, eating in a cafeteria... and then the words he was hoping he wouldn't hear, "Landel's Institute."

When the voice disappeared, a nurse came in with a large man, and a low chair with large wheels on the sides. As the nurse addressed him, he was lifted carefully into the chair, with more pain in his side to wake him up.

"Oh Frank, I don't know how you did this to yourself, but don't worry, you're recovering. Fortunately, you're already in the perfect place to rest and heal. Now come along, you need to get your strength back up."

He was pushed out of the room and into a series of hallways while his processor - his brain - struggled to try and catch up to what was going on.

[finally to here]