Dysart- 'the perfect spy Pt2'

Who: Dysart
Where: Thebes German research centre, robotics sector
When: Two hours after first action post
Waking up as an AI was different to waking up as a human. Firstly it
was far quicker, only a few seconds of noticeable downtime. Secondly
you didn't actually need sleep so it always came as shock.
So when Dysart woke and starting flailing about it was understandable
why he was restrained.
Wait a second how the hell did they restrain me?! I'm a hologram!!
"Huh, guess that's the thing about celebrities. They never measure up
in person." A refined mocking voice stated off to his left. Should the
voice had not been sightly Irish accented he would have almost thought
that it was Seymour. Dysart attempted to twist his head where the
sound came from only to swiftly realise that he was completely blind.
"My name is Jonathan Carnoofal and we're about to be *very* good friends."
"Mien gott, you cannot be serious." A German voice muttered over to
his left. Metallic clicking soon followed as though someone was
tightly a bolt.
"Stow it Klaus." Jon snapped at the German robo-jockey. "You asked for
an AI and we plan to give you one. Without us this little pet of yours
would still be running around in circles and pelvic thrusting the walls."
Okay, the AI was now offically scared.
"Ja we agreed to have a joint venture! We *didn't* agree to throw him
into that shit storm outside!" Klaus retorted angrily while his wrench
began twist and click like it was a giger counter.
"Oh stop it." Jon repiled wearily. "Look in the fine print. We agreed
to test him wherever *we* decree. Now turn his bloody eyes online. I
want to have a little talk with him."
Suddenly light returned to Dysart's eyes as his photoreceptors slowly
sparked to life. The room he was located in was an utterly sterile
white. Until he noticed the floor which was littered in rags and spare
tools. Someone had been rushing something and if moments in Rufus'
office had meant anything, when his floor looked like this it either
meant he was curing one type of cancer or whatever he was making was
going to tear a whole in the universe.
Sometimes both at the same time.
"Ah... Andy Roos. You almost became a household name along with your
old tag 'Hal'. In that way you have me to thank." For a horrid and
morbid moment Dysart honestly thought that Seymour may not have been
an only child. While there was some small colours and angles that were
different as the arrogance was toned down and replaced with equal
parts confidence the similarity was undeniable. Had he not be a being
of data and light he'd probably had vomited in his face.
"My name is Dysart." The AI growled. "I've done nothing wrong." He
continued with added ferocity. The uniformed man only rolled his eyes
and slowly paced back and forth.
"That's the problem when you holograms meet yourselves. You
immediately think you are a different person... what's that called
again...?" He turned over to Klaus for a second.
"Am' thinking... Total recall syndrome." The German replied sarcastically.
"Oh how droll. What matters is that it *doesn't* matter who you think
you are. You are still a hologram of an ex-criminal. We *own* you, we
can do what we like with you. In fact... you see this little red
button on my sleeve."
Jon pulled back his coat and pointed at the small speck of plastic.
"If I hold this down for ten second your body will immediately begin
to erase yourself... don't bother trying to escape or copy yourself...
we've hardcoded your high brain functions into the CPU. True, we can't
wipe that either but the fact remains that you'll never get out intact."
"...Get out...?" The AI echoed mutely.
Jon stared at him blankly for a moment before letting out a whooping
laugh. "My goodness! We've forgotten to show him what *he* gets out of
it! Klaus, please re-activate full control of his neck."
The second the button was switched, Dysart found his head swivel down
to his chest.
He was not impressed.
Essentially they'd stuffed him into a metal skeleton of a body. A
filled-out gun-metal grey chest along with spinally steel limbs. His
head resembled a huge thermos that was a thick as it was wide. While
his feet and hands had the correct number of digits Dysart wouldn't
trust them to hold a lump of coal with any proficiency let along a
gun. So there goes an escape attempt.
Another head popped into view, it was the German and under the gruff
exterior he looked genuinely pleased with his and his co-worker's
creation.
"So... how does it feel?" He asked in an eager conspiratorial whisper.
"Please kill me." Dysart whispered back.
"Dysart your second duty besides working for us now and again is to
assist these men in bug testing the first ever series 10 work
Mechanoid. Although we've had a few failures detailing CPU melt downs,
spontaneous combustion and... homicidal tenancies we've had guarantees
that this will not happen *this time*." Jon fixed the German with an
agitated glare.
"Does not matter what we did. You're going to break him anyway. Half a
billion dollar-pounds down the drain..." Klaus lemeted angrily.
"Now you see Dysart, my job at the JMC is to clean up little messes
like you. Sometimes I try to do with two birds in one stone... like
now." Jon strolled over to the window and pulled down the window sheath.
"You're going to find out what happened with this."
If Dysart's body had eye lids they'd have widened at the sight. Still,
his voice sufficed. "What. The. Hell." He muttered pro-Shatner. "Is
Blue the new Black this year?" He dropped the act and openly scoffed
at the rep.
"You're going to find out. How it's going to happen here... Dysart...
is that we need someone disposable to find out what's going on there."
"...And if I refuse?" The robot replied softly.
Jon lifted up his arm and pointed at his exposed sleeve.
"Ah... just wanted to know my motivation."
<To be continued>
OOC: Sorry about me inactivity. Really ought to have gotten this one
up sooner! Oh yeah, and I'm submitting Andy-err... Dysart's new
profile to Onion.