Rage against the Machine
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Canazza walked over to the pile and moved them aside to see Timmy
lying there
"You're pissed..."
"WEY HEY! WE HAVE A WEINER!" he laughed
"get up."
"i don't believe i can..."
Canazza laughed and evil laugh, "Well... that gives me the upper hand
doesn't it."
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Where: Canazza's Quarters
Who: Canazza and a very pissed Timmy
When: After snip
Canazza held Timmy upside-down and aloft by his leg, examining the robot's rear panel. He pulled out a screwdriver and unscrewed the three bolts holding it shut.
They dropped to the floor with a clunk and the door swung open.
"What the - " Canazza looked inside the robot, "This is nothing like the Timmy I made."
"yepp... it would looooooook like that..." slurred Timmy, punching the air to punctuate the 'yepp'
"Why? What have you done with my Timmy?!"
"I am your Timmy you dolt, while you were out cold i went to engineering for a refit, being eaten really messes you up"
"But surely they'd just give you a tune up, not refit every major system"
"You made me so badly the boys downstairs decided the only way to prevent me from litteraly exploding would be to take out most of my systems... duurrr..."
"Well... i suppose i should do a diagnostic on you, just to make sure they didn't add any malicous files, the engineering staff are known for their pratical jokes."
Canazza walked over to the view-screen, "Holly,"
The face of Holly appeared, "Hello... this is a recording, Holly is busy at the moment, please bugger off you insane emotionally retarded goit." and the face blipped off.
"Oh... forgot, lockdown. The engineering computer shouldn't be in the lockdown, it's a totally seperate system."
"yeah," Said Timmy, "But all you can do on it is play minesweeper,"
"Ah, but i put a copy of my 'TTSA' diagnostic program on it"
"TTSA?" Timmy sprayed the room with simulated spittle on both T's and the S.
"Timmy the Small Android"
"Aww... how cute..."
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Later, after crawling through many many airvents
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The doors to the engineering computer core opened. Before them stood the engineering computer, it was magnificent. well, atleast to Timmy, he was, after all, less than 3ft tall, and more than slightly drunk.
It was infact a rustic old clapper with the ram of a yorkshire farm in the middle of a foot and mouth epidemic. Canazza turned it on, and imediately it began to resemble the epidemic even more. It caught fire. The auto-coolant system finally kicked in, quenched the fires and cooled the core down.
"Time to diagnose!" Canazza plugged Timmy into an interface port, went over to a console and ran the program.
Time passed, the computer finally got through the diagnosis.
"All 101 files normal... 101? i'm sure all you needed was 100..."
Canazza pushed a few buttons to call up a list of files.
More time passed
The list came up, he pressed more buttons to get it in order of date
even more time passed.
"here we are, this file was added... shortly after your activation... damn."
He tried to open it
time passed
A box flashed on the screen, PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD
"Password? Timmy... why do you have an encrypted file in your database?"
"Oh... that, that's the X-LORD... It's top seeecreett... shhhhhh... every robot has it."
"okay... this'll be our little secret... what's the password..."
"Heheee... it's 'gomakemerich' "
Canazza typed it it
Time passed
The screen flashed up the data within the file...
Canazza read it...
Time passed
"Holy cow..."Comming up next time: Conspiricy, Calamity, the Consumption of Alcohol and CanazzaName: Dave Canazza
Status: ShockedÂ