Queen Of Puppets
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"No, I'm alright," he said, finishing up and getting comfortable again. "I wonder how September is doing."
Louis shrugged uncomfortably and winced at his side. He drew his hand up to his sights, saw blood coating his palm and felt sick.
Damien stared at the slave happily, glad that he had upset him. He turned away for a moment and began to consider what was happening to September. He was almost going to miss his innocent, human-like personality. Little did he know, however, about what was going to actually occur.
After September was brought to the factory, he looked around at all the parts and tools covering the walls and floors of the otherwise bare area. "What kind of upgrade am I getting?" He asked curiously.
One of the technicians held up a magnifying glass and looked him over as he spoke. "A personality upgrade," he answered, noting the nice color of his eyes.
"Am I going to be smarter?" He asked with a tiny smile.
Another technician opened a sleek, stainless steel drawer and retrieved a small piece of plastic covered in diodes, receptors, and other things. It had a small label on the side that appeared almost illegible. "Not quite," he said, coming over and getting down at September's level. The man put on a pair of safety goggles and gloves plated in a heat-resistant alloy, then removed September's shirt and released a cavity in his chest to reveal his inner workings.
The robot watched carefully. "This isn't going to hurt is it?"
The man chuckled and then put a mask over his mouth and nose, tapping a component inside the boy that closely resembled the one in his hand. "No. We're just going to turn you off and make a switch, then turn you back on."
September was far to curious for Damien's benefit. "What are you switching?"
Surprisingly, neither of the two men seemed to mind the questions, and continued to answer. "We're going to switch your personality with another one," one began. "To make you more loving."
"But I like the way I am," September whimpered sadly, scooting away a little.
The technicians looked at each other and raised an eyebrow, not knowing how the machine had managed to decide that on his own. "It's alright, you'll be fine."
He shook his head and backed up more, something that the two knew was very strange. He should have been following his master's order to be good.
"Just sit down and relax and it'll be over in a second-"
"No!" September screamed frightfully, forcing the plate on his chest to close in an awkward way and scooting as far away as possible. "Don't touch me!"
The technicians were, at this point, unaware of what to do and called in for backup to help settle him down. The taller of the two picked up an electric prod that would short him out and began to approach him slowly.
Frightened and not willing to be changed, September clung to the tools nearest him for comfort. "Leave me alone!" He narrowed his eyes with fear and tried to make himself look more tough. As the two approached, followed shortly by a few more who had come to help, September's emotions began to peak and he felt himself getting angry. He warned them again to stay away and hoped that they would stop.
The man with the prod continued slowly until he was blinded by a flash of light and promptly surrounded by sparks. After he could see again, he noticed what had been the seemingly harmless household robot standing in the corner with blood red eyes and a military-style gun coming out of his left arm. He backed up and held onto the prod tight before another flash of light appeared, allowing the boy to escape.
September ran outside furiously and breathed hard, getting dizzy and recovering after a few minutes. His arm went back to normal and he looked around, not remembering what had happened. He sat down and breathed softly, then got comfortable and fell asleep from exhaustion.
The men seized the opportunity to pick him up and put him in the truck to return him to Damien. There was no way they were going to try and mess with him again.
